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to his people, was remarked to want its usual full 

 tone; but in the evening he conversed with his 

 friends, in as lively a manner as usual. He ate a 

 light supper, and retired early, remarking, however, 

 to Rev. Mr. McElhearne, who resided in the house 

 with him, that he did not feel as well as usual; but 

 that he thought sleep would revive him. 



About 2 o'clock in the morning of the tenth of 

 April, Mr. McElhearne was awakened by his 

 moans, and hurrying instantly to the Bishop's 

 apartment, found him seated on the edge of his 

 bed.— He complained of a very severe pain in his 

 head. Rapidly his strength seemed failing, and 

 with a prudence worthy of imitation, this zealous 

 young clergymen proceeded, having sent for medical 

 aid, to administer to his Bishop all those consolations 

 which the Church affords to her departing children. 



Scarce had this duty been accomplished, when, 

 having uttered the words, "Lord have mercy on my 

 poor soul," the Bishop fell over into a deep slumber. 

 — So thought those around him: but alas! it was a 

 sleep that knew no awakening! 



When 1 entered his room, his devoted clergymen 

 of the city were around him; and though no relative 

 was there to receive his last sigh, there were those 

 beside him who loved him dearly, very dearly. 

 Not a word was spoken as I passed to the bed side. 

 The dear Bishop lay as if in a quiet slumber. I 

 reached for his arm; explored the wrist for the 

 pulse; but there was no pulse, and the cold hand 

 dropped from my grasp. I placed my ear upon the 



