afternoon he sent for me. I found him lying on the sofa in his study, and when I came near to him he put out his hand and said, “My dear son, I have a few things to say to you, to which I wish you to listen without making any reply.” He then went on to say “that those around him thought he was improving, but his own strong persuasion was that his end was drawing nigh; that he was going just as Mr. Samuel Bayard went, from utter failure of the stomach; that he had thought much on the subject and had