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sphere — as woman, wife, mother — she was supreme, and 
her judgment his law. When, but two years before his own 
death, she was somewhat suddenly called away, it seemed as 
if he regarded it as a message from on high, “set thy house 
in order, for thou shalt die and not live.” No murmur es- 
caped his lips, and no long-continued sadness clouded his 
brow, but there was an unwonted gentleness and quietude in 
his demeanor, —a softening as it were of his nature,— 
which revealed how deeply “the iron had entered his soul.” 
His health and bodily strength seemed to continue little im- 
paired, and his devotion to the duties of his office undimin- 
_ ished. But once, during a life protracted beyond the usual 
Span, had that powerful frame submitted to the sway of sick- 
hess, and he seemed to have unusual promise of a still fur- 
ther protracted life. But such promises proved deceitful. 
Early in March, 1864, he was attacked with pneumonia. 
His illness was not at first deemed alarming, and, indeed, at 
one time he was supposed to be convalescent, but a relapse 
ensued, and on the 22d of April he expired, having borne 
the sufferings of his sickness with cheerfulness and resigna- 
tion, and retained to the last the perfect use of all his men- 
tal faculties. He had long been a member and communi- 
Cant of the Episcopal Church, and died in the Christian’s 
hope of a joyful resurrection. 
Gentle, kind, and good, mild, modest, and tolerant, wise, 
sagacious, shrewd, and learned, yet simple and unpretending 
48 a child, he died as he had lived, surrounded by hearts 
gushing with affection, and the object of the respect and 
love of all with whom he had ever been associated. 
The greatest of sculptors, the greatest of painters, a 
man unsurpassed in boldness and griginality of thought, and 
whose name is eae those of the few whose genius over- 
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