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ent, born, I think, in Massachusetts, and reared to the bar. If I mistake not, he studied law in New Hampshire, at Amherst, where he practiced his profession for many years, and held the office of County Solicitor. He was a pleasant speaker and an agreeable man. tics were of the Democratic school, and I think he was at one time concerned in the editorship of one of the Boston journals. Several of his orations and addresses were printed. He was at the bar in New Hampshire when I lived in that state. Always differing in political matters, we were yet friends; and he was accustomed to speak of my earliest efforts at the bar with warm commendation. "No pent-up Utica contracts our pow'rs,

But the whole boundless continent is ours.'

"I have often been asked if I knew the origin of these lines, and especially have been so asked by citizens of Utica, in New York. This shows how the authorship of such small productions, agreeable though they may be, passes away and is forgotten. Fifty years ago or more, when the American theatre was far more respectable, in my opinion, than it is now, Addison's tragedy of Cato was got up by a company in Boston, and represented, I think, at the old Federal Street Theatre. A prologue on that occasion was written by Robert Treat Paine, Jun., Esq,, and these lines are part of that prologue. Robert Treat Paine, then Robert Treat Paine, Jun., was the second son of Robert T. Paine, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence. He was bred to the bar, but did not follow Blackstone's example in bidding farewell to his Muse and giving himself up to his profession. He had a

good deal of the spirit of poetry in him, and wrote many things indicative of genius and spirit. Among others, the song of Adams and Liberty, which was very popular in New England in its time. Some of its verses were travestied; for instance, the following lines occur in the song: "Roll on, loved Connecticut; long hast thou ran, Giving verdure to nature, and freedom to man.'

"A wag altered the lines thus:

"Roll on, loved Connecticut; long hast thou ran,

Giving shad to Northampton, and freedom to man.'

"Mr. Paine was christened Thomas Paine, which name he bore to his manhood, and then had it changed for his father's name, because he did not like to bear the same as that of the author of the 'Age of Reason. He was an intimate friend of the late Major Russel, for many years the editor of the 'Boston Sentinel,' and often contributed to the columns of that valuable journal."

MISCELLANEOUS MEMORIALS.

Or all the coincidences associated with Mr. Webster, there is not one to be compared for interest and beauty with the following: When he delivered his argument on the Girard Will, in the Supreme Court of the United States, the excitement to hear him was truly intense. The array of women was unusually great during the entire three. days that he spoke, so much so, indeed, that numbers of them, who could obtain no better position, sat upon the very floor, forgetful of all comfort. Although, when he entered the court-room, he intended only to deliver a dry, legal argument, yet when the effort was completed it was found to be a splendid sermon on the Christian ministry, as well as the religious instruction of the young; and among many others of equal merit was this passage: “When little children were brought into the presence of the Son of God, his disciples proposed to send them away; but he said, 'Suffer little children to come unto me.' Unto me; he did not send them first for lessons in morals to the schools of the Pharisees or to the unbelieving Sadducees, nor to read the precepts and lessons phylacteried on the garments of the Jewish priesthood; he said nothing of different creeds or clashing doctrines; but he opened at once to the youthful mind the everlasting fountain of living waters, the only source of eternal truth, Suffer

little children to come unto me.' And that injunction is of perpetual obligation; it addresses itself to-day with the same earnestness and the same authority which attended its first utterance to the Christian world. It is of force every where, and at all times. It extends to the ends of the earth; it will reach to the end of time, always and every where sounding in the ears of men, with an emphasis which nothing can weaken, and with an authority which nothing can supersede, Suffer little children to

come unto me.""

The coincidence alluded to consisted in the fact that, during the very hour of the very day on which the above paragraph was uttered, one of Mr. Webster's own grandchildren, the child of his son Fletcher, died in its mother's arms, and was indeed translated to the bosom of its Savior.

The following well-authenticated fact was related to the writer by an eye-witness, and is only a specimen of many that might be mentioned tending to illustrate the character of Mr. Webster's heart. Somewhere about the year 1826, a certain gentleman residing in Boston was thrown into almost inextricable difficulties by the failure. of a house for which he had become responsible to a large amount. He needed legal advice, and being disheartened, he desired the author of this anecdote to go with him and relate his condition to Mr. Webster. The lawyer heard the story entirely through, advised his client what to do, and to do it immediately, and requested him to call again. in a few days. After the gentlemen had left Mr. Webster's office, he came hurriedly to the door, called upon the

gentlemen to stop a moment, and having approached them with his pocket-book in hand, he thus addressed his client: “It seems to me, my good sir, if I understood your case rightly, you are entirely naked; is it so ?"

The client replied that he was indeed penniless, and then, of course, expected a demand for a retaining fee. Instead of that demand, however, Mr. Webster kindly remarked, as he handed the client a bill for five hundred dollars,

"Well, there, take that; it is all I have by me now. I wish it was more; and if you are ever able, you must pay it back again."

The client was overcome, and it may be well imagined that he has ever since been a "Webster man." Surely, a man who could command the admiration of the world by the efforts of his gigantic intellect, and also possessed the above self-sacrificing habit of making friends, must indeed have been a great and a good man.

Those upon whom will hereafter devolve the duty of writing, in detail, the life of Mr. Webster, will find a mine of intellectual wealth in his correspondence. The total number of letters that he has written is unusually great, even for a man of distinction, and though many of them are necessarily brief, a large proportion of them contain original opinions of peculiar value and interest. Since they have been addressed to persons in every sphere of life, from the lords and ladies of England, and the schol ars, farmers, and merchants of our own country, to those in the humble walks of life in every state of the Union,