It was a melancholy instance of the effects of intemperance.

Mr.McConnell when a youth resided at Fayetteville in my congressional district.

Shortly after he grew up to manhood he was at my instance appointed postmaster of that town.

He was a true Democrat and a sincere friend of mine.
"His family in Tennessee are highly respectable and quite numerous.

The information as to the manner and particulars of his death I learned from Mr.Voorhies, who reported it to me as he had heard it in the streets.
Mr.McConnell removed from Tennessee to Alabama some years ago, and I learn he has left a wife and three or four children." Poor Felix Grundy McConnell! At a school in Tennessee he was a roommate of my father, who related that one night Felix awakened with a scream from a bad dream he had, the dream being that he had cut his own throat.
"Old Jack Dade," as he was always called, lived on, from hand to mouth, I dare say--for he lost his job as keeper of the district prison--yet never wholly out-at-heel, scrupulously neat in his person no matter how seedy the attire.