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It was supposed he could never again engage in the pursuits 
of his profession ; yet his indomitable courage and industry drove 
him into a still busier round of occupations, which increasing 
favor brought to him. After his illness he never breathed, save 
by the right lung alon 
Many of his Sonica! friends exhorted him to spare a frame 
smieed on such frail props of strength, by lessening his labor 
as physician ; and they clearly indicated the premature dissolu- 
tion that must follow any such course of exertions as his. 
so he labored diligently in his calling, and always, even in his 
illness, loved and remembered the Academy. 
It was on Saturday the 10th of May, 1851, that, having spent 
the evening in the usual happy intercourse with his family, he 
was seized, towards the close of the evening, with a slight head- 
ache, which became violent on the following day, Sunday, the 
11th, during which day he had also pain in the back and limbs. 
After having suffered severely from these symptoms, and from 
sleeplessness, he found himself on the morning of Wednesday, as 
he believed and ates free from disease, so ‘that he slept tran- 
quilly for several hou 
He now entered cheerfully into the affairs of his family, giving 
_ lively attention to the business of his household until, made 
happy by improving health, he sunk into a calm slee 
He awoke in about an hour, and alarmed his friends by un- 
mistakable evidences of great hebetude of the perceptive facul- 
ties, but expressed himself as free from pain. He was yet dis- 
posed to sleep, as soon as his attention ceased to be called. V 
soon the power of deglutition was lost, hemiplegia of the right 
side was added to the mortal train, and he passed into profound 
coma, which terminated his existence at noon on Thursday, the 
15th of May, 1851, in the 52d year of his age. 
Dr. Morton was united in marriage to Rebecca, daughter of 
Robert and Elizabeth Pearsall, of this city, on the 23d Oct., 1827. 
His home thenceforth was the secure abode of domestic peace, 
unity, and concord; and the happiness of that charming intel- 
lectual circle was broken only when disease or death could burst - 
through the sacred spell of love and hope that bound, as in a pro- 
tecting zone, its sweet repose. 
It is proper to draw a veil over grief too sincere and too great 
to find consolation, save in religious confidence and hope. Nor 
Should I take the occasion of this, memoir even to make mention 
he 
