his deep humility, his profound reverence for the Divine Majesty, his habitual preparation for death, his humble trust in his Saviour, left nothing to be desired for the consolation of his family under this great loss.  He was gradually prepared for his departure.  His last years were passed in calm retirement; and he died as he wished to die, with his faculties unimpaired, without great pain, with his family around his bed, the precious promises of the Gospel before his mind, without lingering disease, and yet not suddenly called away.”

Such, Mr. Chief Justice, was the life, and such the death, of JEREMIAH MASON.  For one, I could pour out my heart like water, at the recollection of his virtues and his friendship, and in the feeling of his loss.  I would embalm his memory in my best affections.  His personal regard, so long continued to me, I esteem one of the greatest blessings of my life; and I hope that it may be known hereafter, that, without intermission or coolness through many years, and until he descended to his grave, Mr. Mason and myself were friends.

Mr. Mason died in old age; not by a violent stroke from the hand of death, not by a sudden rupture of the ties of nature, but by a gradual wearing out of his constitution.  He enjoyed through life, indeed, remarkable health.  He took competent exercise, loved the open air, and, avoiding all extreme theories or practice, controlled his conduct and habits of life by the rules of prudence and moderation.  His death was therefore not unlike that described by the angel, admonishing Adam:—­

    “I yield it just, said Adam, and submit. 
    But is there yet no other way, besides
    These painful passages, how we may come
    To death, and mix with our connatural dust?

    “There is, said Michael, if thou well observe
    The rule of ‘Not too much,’ by temperance taught,
    In what thou eat’st and drink’st; seeking from thence
    Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight;
    Till many years over thy head return,
    So mayst thou live; till, like ripe fruit, thou drop
    Into thy mother’s lap; or be with ease
    Gathered, not harshly plucked; for death mature. 
    This is old age.”

[Footnote 1:  Mr. Justice Richard Fletcher.]

[Footnote 2:  Mr. Justice Wilde.]

KOSSUTH.

FROM A SPEECH DELIVERED IN BOSTON, ON THE 7TH OF NOVEMBER, 1849, AT A
FESTIVAL OF THE NATIVES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE ESTABLISHED IN MASSACHUSETTS.

We have all had our sympathies much enlisted in the Hungarian effort for liberty.  We have all wept at its failure.  We thought we saw a more rational hope of establishing free government in Hungary than in any other part of Europe, where the question has been in agitation within the last twelve months.  But despotic power from abroad intervened to suppress that hope.