. Self-made men. Christ Jesus. Dr. Jeffries then conversedwith him, and told him that medical skill could do nothing more,to which he replied, Then I am to lie here patiently to the it be so, may it come soon. His last words were, / still live ?and, coming froimsuch lips, it seems to me they can not but fullyconvince the most hardened skeptic of the immortality of the seem to fall upon the ear from beyond the tomb, and to bethe language of a disembodied spirit passing into Paradise. Dur-ing his last hour he was entirely calm, and breathed his life awayso peacefully that it was
. Self-made men. Christ Jesus. Dr. Jeffries then conversedwith him, and told him that medical skill could do nothing more,to which he replied, Then I am to lie here patiently to the it be so, may it come soon. His last words were, / still live ?and, coming froimsuch lips, it seems to me they can not but fullyconvince the most hardened skeptic of the immortality of the seem to fall upon the ear from beyond the tomb, and to bethe language of a disembodied spirit passing into Paradise. Dur-ing his last hour he was entirely calm, and breathed his life awayso peacefully that it was difficult to fix the precise moment thathe expired. Mr. Webster was buried without form or parade at Marshfield,on the 29th of October, 1852, the simple and unpretending cer-emonies of the grave being performed by the village the length and breadth of the nation the memory ofthe departed was solemnly honored. In the heart of every Amer-ican, on that day and forever, Daniel Webster still ELIHU BITKKITT. It was remarked by Coleridge that the shoemakers trade nur-tured a greater number of eminent men than any other. Sir Ed-ward Bulwer Lytton quaintly theorizes on this assertion. In hisnovel of What will he do with it? he introduces a worthy sonof St. Crispin, who, after touching on the mental peculiarities ofbutchers, bakers, and tallow-chandlers, establishes an agreeablecomparison between his own trade and that of a tailor. A tailorsits on a board with others, and is always a talking with em, anda reading the news; therefore he thinks as his fellows do, smartand sharp, bang up to the day, but nothing riginal, and all hisown like. But a cobbler, continued the man of leather, with amajestic air, sits by hisself, and talks with hisself, and what hethinks gets into his head without being put there by another manstongue. A reason sufficiently philosophical for human pur-poses. The subject of this memoir was the son of a shoemaker ofBridgeport, Connecticut, a
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