At such times he raved piteously, often saying, 'I can never be reconciled to having the snow fall and the rain beat upon her grave.'" His old friend, Bowlin Greene, alone seemed possessed of the power to quiet him.

He took him to his own home and kept him for several weeks, an object of undisguised solicitude.

At last it seemed safe to permit him to return to his old haunts.

Greene urged him to go back to the law; and he did so, but he was never the same man again.

He was thin, haggard, and careworn.