Since writing this, I have received a letter which gives an account of Nolan's last hours. Here is an extract from the letter:

"LEVANT, 2° 2' S. @ 131° W. "DEAR FRED, I try to find heart and life to tell you that it is all over with dear old Nolan. I have been with him on this voyage more than I ever was, and I can understand wholly now the way in which you used to speak of the dear old fellow. I could see that he was not strong, but I had no idea the end was so near. The doctor has been watching him very carefully, and yesterday morning came to me and told me that Nolan was not so well, and had not left his stateroom, - a thing I never remember before. He had let the doctor come and see him as he lay there,— the first time the doctor had been in the stateroom, and he said he should like to see me. Well, I went in, and there, to be sure, the poor fellow lay in his berth, smiling pleasantly as he gave me his hand, but looking very frail. I could not help a glance round, which showed me what a little shrine

he had made of the box he was lying in. The stars and stripes were triced up above and around a picture of Washington, and he had painted a majestic eagle, with lightnings blazing from his beak and his foot just clasping the whole globe, which his wings overshadowed. The dear old boy saw my glance, and said, with a sad smile, Here, you see, I have a country!' And then he pointed to the foot of his bed, where I had not seen before a great map of the United States, as he had drawn it from memory, and which he had there to look upon as he lay. Quaint, queer old names were on it, in large letters: Indiana Territory,' 'Mississippi Territory,' and 'Louisiana Territory,' as I suppose our fathers learned such things.

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"O Danforth,' he said, 'I know I am dying. I cannot get home.

Surely you Stop! stop!

will tell me something now? Do not speak till I say what I am sure you know, that there is not in this ship, that there is not in America, God bless her!

a more loyal man than I. There cannot be a man who loves the old flag as I do, or

prays for it as I do, or hopes for it as I do. There are thirty-four stars in it now, Danforth. I thank God for that, though I do not know what their names are. There has never been one taken away: I thank God for that. I know by that, that there has never been any successful Burr. O Danforth, Danforth,' he sighed out, how like a wretched night's dream a boy's idea of personal fame or of separate sovereignty seems, when one looks back on it after such a life as mine! But tell me, tell me something, tell me everything, Danforth, before I die!'

Ingham, I swear to you that I felt like a monster that I had not told him everything before. 'Mr. Nolan,' said I, 'I will tell you everything you ask about. Only, where shall I begin?'

"I tell you, it was a hard thing to condense the history of half a century into that talk with a sick man.

what I told him,

And I donot now know of emigration, and the

means of it, of steamboats, and railroads,

and telegraphs,

of inventions, and books,

and literature, of the colleges and West

Point and the Naval School, but with the queerest interruptions that ever you heard. You see it was Robinson Crusoe asking all the accumulated questions of fifty-six years! And then he said he would go to sleep. He bent me down over him and kissed me; and he said, 'Look in my Bible, Danforth, when I am gone.' And I went away.

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"I had no thought it was the end. I thought he was tired and would sleep. knew he was happy, and I wanted him to be alone.

"But in an hour, when the doctor went in gently, he found Nolan had breathed his life away with a smile.

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We looked in his Bible, and there was a slip of paper at the place where he had marked the text:

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They desire a country, even a heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for He hath prepared for them a city.'

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'On this slip of paper he had written: Bury me in the sea; it has been my home, and I love it. set up a stone for

But will not some one my memory at Fort

Adams or at Orleans, that my disgrace may not be more than I ought to bear? Say on it:

"IN MEMORY OF
"PHILIP NOLAN,

"Lieutenant of the Army of the United States.
"He loved his country as no other man has
loved her; but no man deserved less at
her hands.""

EDWARD EVERETT HALE. Abridged.

THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE

HALF a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

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Rode the six hundred.

Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew

Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,