clasp hands with these tried and trusty friends, before life and all its reminiscences faded away.
His physician, Dr. John C. Beales
, was very assiduous in his attentions, and his visits were always interesting to the invalid, who generally made them an occasion for pleasant and animated conversation; often leading the doctor off the professional track, by some playful account of his symptoms, however painful they might be. He had been his medical adviser for many years, and as a mark of respect for his disinterested services to his fellow-men, he uniformly declined to receive any compensation.
Neighbors and acquaintances of recent date, likewise manifested their respect for the invalid by all manner of attentions.
Gentlemen sent choice wines, and ladies offered fruit and flowers.
Market people, who knew him in the way of business, brought delicacies of various kinds for his acceptance.
He was gratified by such tokens of regard, and manifested it in many pleasant little ways.
One of his sons had presented him a silver goblet, with the word ‘Father’ inscribed upon it; and whenever he was about to take nourishment, he would say, ‘Give it to me in John's cup.’
When his little grand-daughter brought flowers from the garden, he was careful to have them placed by the bedside, where he could see them continually.
After he was unable to rise to take his meals, he asked to have two cups and plates