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FUNERAL OF DR. DRUMMOND CAMPBELL. 
to the cause of my anxiety; my poor friend Drummond Camp¬ 
bell, who had returned to Teheran from the hills, rather worse 
than amended by either of the changes. 
Captain Willock, and myself, attended him closely ; but not¬ 
withstanding all our care, and the very best medical assistance 
which Persia could afford, for the anxiety of the Prince Royal 
was almost equal to our own, on the morning of the twenty-fifth 
of March he breathed his last. We stood by his bed-side with 
his kind physician; and it was one of the severest pangs I ever 
endured, to see a young man, thus in the morning of his life, 
and full of the brightest talents, yield up that useful life in a 
foreign land; far from a kindred who loved him with the ten- 
derest affections, and who, even at that time, were looking 
towards the honours lie was deriving here, with the fondest ex¬ 
pectations. And our pang was the more, in thinking that when 
they should hear of his dying, thus distant from them, and far 
from the rites of his religion, they might doubt of his having had 
one human being of his own faith to perform the last solemn duty, 
of closing his eyes. But the Charge d’ Affaires, afterwards, took 
care to give his bereaved parents the comfort of knowing that 
Heaven had brought to their son’s pillow, not merely his country¬ 
men, but men whom his virtues had long made his friends. 
We followed him to the grave, with the sincerest mourning, 
and saw him interred with all the respect which the limited 
Christian establishment in this country would allow. He was 
buried in the interior of the Armenian church at Teheran, not 
far from the altar ; the funeral service being performed, first by 
the priest of that faith, and then, according to the protestant 
ritual, by Captain Willock. When we took our leave of the 
spot, which contained the remains of our lamented friend, I 
