Peech, all full of tears and flapdoodle
about its being a sore trial for him and his poor brother to lose the diseased,
and to miss seeing diseased alive after the long journey of four thousand mile, but it's a trial that's sweetened and sanctified
to us by this dear sympathy and these holy tears, and so he thanks them out of his heart and out of his brother's heart, because out of their mouths they can't, words being too weak and cold, and all that kind of rot and slush, till it was just

sickening; and then he blubbers out a pious goody-goody Amen,

and turns himself loose and goes to crying fit to
bust. And the minute the words were out of his mouth somebody
over in the crowd struck up the doxolojer, and everybody joined in with all their might, and it just
warmed you up and made you feel as good as church letting out. Music

is a good thing; and after all that soul-butter and hogwash I never see it fresh en up things so, and sound so honest and bully. Then the king begins to work his jaw again, and says how him and his nieces would be glad if a few of the main
principal friends of the family would take supper here with them this
evening, and help set up with the ashes of the diseased; and says if his poor brother laying yonder could speak he knows who he would name, for they was names that was very dear to him, and mentioned often in his letters; and so he will name the

same, to wit, as follows, vizz.:--Rev. Mr. Hobson, and Deacon Lot Hovey, and Mr.
Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford, and Levi Bell, and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley. Rev. Hobson and Dr. Robinson was down to the end of the town a-hunting together--that is, I mean the

doctor was shipping a sick man to t'other world, and the preacher was pinting him right. Lawyer

Bell wa