BINGHAMTON, October
15, 1850.
MY DEAR SIR—I deeply
regretted that you could not give us a call on your return, for I had many
things I wished to say to you, but I heard of you at the cars with the reasons
which urged you onward.
Our poor son is
nearly gone. The long, dark night of death. is closing around him, and in a few
days at most, and probably in a few hours, he will have finished his earthly
career. He is calm and resigned, and deeply thoughtful, and in these his last
moments gives the clearest evidence that his mind was one of no common mould. I
knew not until now how strong was my expectation in his future success and
usefulness.
We are deeply pained
and afflicted, and need the sympathy and consolation of our friends. May the
God who upholds all enable us to pass through the trial which speedily awaits
us
SOURCE: John R.
Dickinson, Editor, Speeches, Correspondence, Etc., of the Late Daniel
S. Dickinson of New York, Vol. 2, p. 450-1
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