He nearly fainted at the breakfast-table when he opened it, and from that day he sickened to his death.

What was in the letter we could never discover, but I could see as he held it that it was short and written in a scrawling hand.

He had suffered for years from an enlarged spleen, but he now became rapidly worse, and towards the end of April we were informed that he was beyond all hope, and that he wished to make a last communication to us.
"When we entered his room he was propped up with pillows and breathing heavily.

He besought us to lock the door and to come upon either side of the bed.

Then, grasping our hands, he made a remarkable statement to us, in a voice which was broken as much by emotion as by pain.