I sent for John Burke, our business manager, and showing him the telegram, told him that I would play the first act, and making a proper excuse to the audience, I would then take the nine o'clock train that same evening for Rochester, leaving him to play out my part.

This I did, and at ten o'clock the next morning I arrived in Rochester, and was met at the depot by my intimate friend Moses Kerngood who at once drove me to my home.

I found my little boy unable to speak but he seemed to recognize me and putting his little arms around my neck he tried to kiss me.

We did everything in our power to save him, but it was of no avail.

The Lord claimed his own, and that evening at six o'clock my beloved little Kit died in my arms.