...ay that I had taken an honor, when I received intelligence of the death of my father. He died on July 4, 1824, at the age of sixty-eight. No son could have loved a father more tenderly. When Mr. Davis was thirty-nine, he came accidentally upon a letter of his father's which he tried to read aloud, but handed it over unread and left the room unable to speak. Below is a quaint, pitiful letter from...