wife, whose health had been in a precarious state since the death of their infant child. She bad removed to Bushwick, Long Island, in hopes that the purer air would revive her failing strength. This hope was illusory; the pestilence found an easy victim in her enfeebled frame. The agonized husband records in his diary on September 12th, that he experienced a terrible shock--" The sight of my wife ghastly and emaciated, constantly coughing and spitting struck me with horror." The next day he was informed of her death. That very evening her remains were consigned to the earth, her father, mother, younger sister, and himself being the only mourners. He writes in his diary of his surprise at his own composure under such afflictions, and says, I am rather disposed to impute it to despair than resignation."
    He now persuaded his mother to leave her desolate home and reside with him. In the intervals of his many cares (he had been appointed one of the physicians to the poor) he strove in every way to relieve the anguish of her spirit, even while be was suffering so intensely himself. His care was of short duration, however. On September 21st, only nine days after the death of his wife, his affectionate motther, the friend and counsellor of his youth