exander
Barrow. Dear reader, if I seem extravagant in these words, pardon it
to me. When seventy winters have passed over your head, and you turn
back your memory upon all that has passed, recalling the incidents and
the friends of life, and you remember those which have transpired with
him you loved best and trusted most, and remember that he was always
true, never capricious, always wise, never foolish, always sincere,
never equivocal, and who never failed you in the darkest hours of
adversity, but was always the same to you in kindness, forbearance,
and devotion, remember such was ever to me Alexander Barrow, and
forgive this wild outpouring of the heart to the virtues of the
friend, tried so long, and loved so well. For more than twenty years
he has been in his grave; but in all that time no day has ever passed
that Alick has not stood before me as he was when we were young and
life was full of hope. His blood with mine mingles in the veins of our
grandchildren. O God! I would there were nothing to make this a
painful memory.

Barrow served some years in the Legislature of the State, and was
thence transferred to the United States Senate, where, after a service
of six years, he died, in the prime of his manhood. Those who remember
the speech of Hannegan, and the attempt of Crittenden, who, under the
deep sorrow of his heart, sank voiceless and in tears to his
chair--the feeling which filled and moved the Senate when paying the
last tribute to his dead body, coffined and there before them in the
Senate chamber--may know how those estimated the man who knew him
best. Friend of my heart, farewell! We soon shall meet, with vernal
youth restored, to endure forever.

There was another, Walter Brashear, our intimate friend for long
years. He went to eternity after a pilgrimage of eighty-eight years in
the sunshine and shadows of this miserable world. He was a native of
the city of Philadelphia, but with his parents went to Kentucky, when
a boy. These soon died, and Walter was left an orphan and poor, then
but a boy. After attending a common neighborhood school in the County
of Fayette, near Lexington, one year, he found it necessary to find
support in some employment. Walking the streets of Lexington in search
of this, the breeze blew to his feet a fragment of newspaper, which he
picked up and read from curiosity. Here he found an advertisement
inviting those who had ginseng for sale, to call. He knew there was
plenty o