. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . that organ stands were the scenery and machinery ; beforeme was the pit; there is the first, and there the second rowof boxes; the third has beentaken away ; there is the doorwhich led to one dressing-room; and there the doorwhich led to another. This house isvery little circumstancesarc greatly are the youngmen who, twelveyears ago, associatedwith me in thish o u s e. — wh ere ?Echo only I knewthem, — one a fine singer, a man who kept horses worthseven hundred dollars at Reeds establishment, at
. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . that organ stands were the scenery and machinery ; beforeme was the pit; there is the first, and there the second rowof boxes; the third has beentaken away ; there is the doorwhich led to one dressing-room; and there the doorwhich led to another. This house isvery little circumstancesarc greatly are the youngmen who, twelveyears ago, associatedwith me in thish o u s e. — wh ere ?Echo only I knewthem, — one a fine singer, a man who kept horses worthseven hundred dollars at Reeds establishment, at the backof the Pemberton House, used to invite us to ride, andmany a ride I have had with him to Brighton and Brooklineand vicinity. Where is he ? Dead! Where did he die ?He died in a horse-trough in the stable where he once kepthis fine horses. No one was with him when he died except acity missionary. John Augustus. The thought that saddenedhim when dying was. k My old friends have left me : andthere is no one with me to wipe the cold sweat from my. SAD FATE (>F OXE OF MY COMPANIONS. 396 COMPANIONS OF MY YOUTH. brow but a city missionary that I have scoffed and laughedat as a fanatic He died, struggling in his wretched bed,cursing those who had brought him to ruin. Another, a classical scholar, a college graduate, a manwhose presence of mind in danger or difficulty exceeded thatof any man I ever knew. Hewas the most intensely practicaljoker 1 ever saw in my life, one that nothing in the \\ i >rld coulddaunt, a man who always (as we say ) had his wits about is he? Dead! Where did he die? He died in adrunken debauch, falling down a flight of stairs when endea-voring to find his way without a light in a Pittsburg broke his n^.ck, and scarce a dozen persons went to hisfuneral. 1 spoke of another and another. And one of them,—Isaw him die. He had not seen his twenty-third had bitten his tongue through twice, until it grew solarge that he
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