to that little store on Market Street; look upon the bare
floor, and behold your grandfather--the gentle and loving man, in his
dying agony! Listen to his words.

He knew he was dying, for he said, in answer to a hope expressed,
that he might live--"No, no, no! I am a dead man." After a pause he
uttered, fervently, "Lord Jesus, come quickly."

Again, said he, "I am a great sinner." Some one directed him to
look to Jesus. "I do look to him. He is my all. He is very precious
to my soul."

Again, he said, "I deserve all I suffer, for I am a great
sinner."

I heard all this, but do not know how long I had been by him,
when he said to me, "Charlotte, I have loved you always--dearly loved
you--and I love you to the end." Then turning his eye towards your
father, who was on the opposite side of him, said he, "Louis, I leave
my family to you--my wife I leave to you."

Some gentleman came up and asked, "Mr. Charless, who shot you?"
He replied, "A man by the name of Thornton. I was called upon to
testify against him in court last fall. While President of the Bank of
Missouri, he brought me some bank notes to redeem. They were stained
and had the appearance of having been buried. I asked him where he got
those notes. He replied, he had bought them from some boatmen, who
said they had found them under a stump, which had been pulled up from a
boat having been tied to it. I told him that was a very unlikely
story. When called upon to testify, I told, upon oath, what I knew
about the matter, but I had no unkind feeling towards the poor fellow.
I would have done him a kindness if it had been in my power. I have
always tried to be a good neighbor--to do justly--and to love mercy.
But I honor my country, and the majesty of her laws, and I have never
shrunk from discharging my duty as a man, and as a Christian."

Sometime afterwards he said, "How little we know what is before
us."

I remember, my children, in that dark hour, to have seen your
dear mother, kneeling at the head of her precious father, in the
deepest woe, alternating between glimmerings of hope, and agonizing
fear.

To some remark of Col Grimsley, he said, "No, Colonel, no! I
forgive my murderer; from the bottom of my heart, I forgive him."

Some one asked him if he would not like to see a minister. He
answered, "Send for Mr. McPheeters. You will find him at the Second
Presbyterian Church, at the meeting of the Church Extension Committee."

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