More of these heroic remedies might have saved him.

He was like one exiled, for a term, from his native heath.

After the ancient fashion of princes, he had at first meditated the assassination of the man who had blocked his way.
Deprived of the heat of alcohol, his purpose sickened and died.
It must be said that he served his term as a sober human being quite gracefully, being a well born youth of some education.

A few days he spent mostly in bed, while his friend, who had come on from Hopedale, took care of him.

Soon he began to walk about and his friend returned to St.Louis.
His fine manners and handsome form and face captured the little village, most of whose inhabitants had come from Kentucky.