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��he was so bright, his mind so active, his conversation so agreeable, that I left him feeling that " his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated." He died Jan. 19, 1875, of typhoid-pneumo- nia, after an illness of less than twenty- four hours.

His widow and five children survive him, — four by his first wife, and the fifth by his second wife, two sons and three daughters as follows : Mrs. Martha Grace Sleeper, Samuel Hatch Quincy, Mrs. Elizabeth Frances Dix, Josiah Quincy, and Mrs. Mary Ann Kinsman. At the time of Mr. Quincy's death, his two sons resided at Rumney, but have since removed to Lancaster, Mass., where they now reside ; and their sisters all reside in that vicinity. Mrs. Quincy with her daughter. Miss Mary H. Dix, occupies the old homestead at Rum- ney. She has made some changes and improvements in the outbuildings and surroundings ; but the house, and par-

��ticularly the office, remain substantially the same as when Mr. Quincy left them.

The lessons taught by the life of Mr. Quincy are important, and, at the same time, perfectly apparent. First, that nothing good or true or great or excel- lent in human life can be achieved without labor and perseverance. Labor conquers all things ; and well-directed and long-continued effort on the part of a mind of fair capacity will insure success, when genius or wealth alone would be sure to fail. Second, that, to a young man of talent, poverty, in nine cases out of every ten, is a richer legacy by far than wealth or power or influence, or all combined. Adversity sharpens the intellect, strengthens the will, quickens the wit, teaches self-reli- ance, and insures success, where there is an intellect to sharpen, a will to strengthen, wit to quicken, and a fair amount of self to rely upon.

��NEW HAMPSHIRE'S LAMENT.

By Mary H. Wheeler.

The summer sun with stately grace Had risen, till his radiant face

Hung o'er the western sky. The sultry air was still ; no breeze

Crept up to rustle through the trees. The landscape, all in languid ease.

Lay sleeping neath the eye.

��All faint and weary with the heat, I sought a quiet, cool retreat

Among the Crystal Hills ; Where, resting on the mossy ground. By cool green shadows hedged around, I listened to the lulling sound

Of distant mountain rills.

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