man."

Another gentleman, who dates his letter, Sarcoxie, June 10, in
addressing the same brother, after offering his sincere condolence to
him, and through him to the immediate family of the deceased, says: "My
relations with Mr. Charless it is true were mostly of a business
character, yet a relation of this kind of twenty years standing, could
not exist with such a man without producing feelings of a kindly
character. Such I entertain for him, though I never saw his face; and
I am persuaded that he entertained similar feelings toward me. I shall
ever cherish his memory as one of the best friends I ever had in my
life." Before closing his letter he requests a "lithograph likeness"
of your grandfather, which was sent him.

What a rare testimonial is this! Known only as a business man,
without ever having seen his face.

Your mother, in reading "Macaulay's Essays," a few days since,
was struck with his description of the late Lord Holland, as being so
much like her father. She pointed it out to me, and it so exactly
accords with my views of him, also, that I think I may be excused by
transferring it to this letter, for your perusal. He says of the
expression of Lord Holland's face, that it was "singularly compounded
of sense, humor, courage, openness, a strong will and a sweet temper,"
and that he had the "most gracious and interesting countenance that was
ever lighted up by the mingled luster of intelligence and benevolence.
As it was with the faces of the men of this noble family (referring to
Lord Holland and his ancestors) so was it with their minds. Nature had
done much for them all. She had moulded them all of that clay, of
which she is most sparing. To all she had given strong reason and a
sharp wit; a quick relish for every physical and intellectual
enjoyment; constitutional intrepidity, and that frankness by which
constitutional intrepidity is generally accompanied; spirits which
nothing could depress; tempers easy, generous and placable; and that
genial courtesy which has its seat in the heart, and of which
artificial politeness is only a faint and cold imitation. Such a
disposition is the richest inheritance that ever was entailed on any
family."

Rev. Mr. Cowen, of Carondelet, on the Sabbath of June 12, 1859,
preached to his congregation from the text, "He being dead yet
speaketh." After giving an exposition of the text, he calls the
attention of his congregation to the lessons of instruction "