ale of democracy.
Father Ritchie scolded and threatened.
The democratic committee issued its bull against him from Tammany Hall.
The resolutions of that committee were laid before him when he was sinking under a severe illness.
Rallying his energies, he dictated from his sick-bed an answer marked by all his accustomed vigor and boldness.
Its tone was calm, manly, self-relying; the language of one who, having planted his feet hard down on the rock of principle, stood there like Luther at Worms, because he could not otherwise.
Exhausted nature sunk under the effort.
A weary sickness of nearly a year's duration followed.
In this sore affliction, deserted as he was by most of his old political friends, we have reason to know that he was cheered by the gratitude of those in whose behalf he had wellnigh made a martyr's sacrifice; and that from the humble hearths of his poor colored fellow-citizens fervent prayers went up for his restoration.
His work was not yet done.