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make a shroud,’ said he. ‘One of my night-shirts will do as well.
I should prefer to be buried in a white pine coffin; but that might be painful to my family; and I should not like to afflict them in any way. It may, therefore, be of dark wood; but be sure to have it entirely plain, without varnish or inscription.
Have it made by some poor neighbor, and pay him the usual price of a handsome one; for I merely wish to leave a testimony against vain show on such occasions.’
He appeared to be rather indifferent where he was buried; but when he was informed that his son and daughter had purchased a lot at Greenwood Cemetery, it seemed pleasant to him to think of having them and their families gathered round him, and he consented to be laid there.
I was summoned to his death-bed, and arrived two days before his departure.
I found his mind perfectly bright and clear.
He told over again some of his old reminiscences, and indulged in a few of his customary pleasantries.
He spoke of rejoining his beloved Sarah, and his ancient friends William Savery, Nicholas Waln, Thomas Scattergood, and others, with as much certainty and pleasure as if he had been anticipating a visit to Pennsylvania.
Sometimes, when he was much exhausted with physical pain, he would sigh forth, ‘Oh, for rest in the kingdom of heaven!’
But nothing that approached nearer to complaint or impatience escaped his lips.
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