ed a wish that he could 'swap places with them.' He then procured a phial of laudanum, and, in Barnes's presence, drank it nearly out. Barnes, his old friend, sprang toward him when he drank, and snatched the phial from his hand.
But he had imbibed a sufficient quantity to insure his speedy death; and, after swallowing it, coolly walked to the Lum House, No. 88 Monroe street, and sat reading the papers while the poison was effecting its work.
"Soon after the fatal draught, Barnes and Mr. Briggs, the proprietor of the place, brought three doctors to see him. He acknowledged to them all that he had taken the poison, but would not look at any medicines they could offer in the shape of antidotes.
He wished to die, he said, and he was determined that he would not live.
He had taken the poison with perfect deliberation.
He had a rope fastened up in his office, which he had intended should be the means through which he should escape the torments of this world.
He sat and read the ne
