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From the Saturday Courier.
THE DEATH-BED OF TOM PAINE.
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"Wlll they" he murmurs in husky whis-
per, "wil they give me a grave z"


The Quaker turns his head away. He can
not answer. Still Paine clutches that hand
still repeats the question. At last, with tears
in his eyes, with choking utterance, the Qua
ker gasps syllable: ..


.'No! Friend Paine--no! have been to
them ALTO all the Christian churches--all!
And all-yea, all Of these followers Of Jesus,
who forgave the thief on the Cross-all refuse
thy bones gravel"


That was crushing blow for poor Tom
Paine. That was the last drop in the full cup
of his woe; the last kick Of Bigotry against
the skull Of dying old man. t


He never spoke again. r


AS If the last scorn of these In6del- Chris
tians had gathered his heart and crushed it
like vice, then the old man silently released
his hand from the grasp of the Quaker-si-
lenty folded his arms over his breast-droop-
ing his head slowly down, and was DEAD!


Now look yonder, as the soul Of that old
man goes up to Judgment--look there, as the
soul Of Thomas Paine stands arrayed before
that face of Infinite Mercy, and answer me
Who would not sooner be Tom Paine
there, before thee bar Of Jesus-with all his
virtues and errors aboat him, than one of the
misguided bigots who refused his bones a
grave2


Think of the charity which Jesus preached
before you answer


And as we quote the terrible truth of those
words, which | found in an old volume, in
the dim cloisters of the Franklin Library


"He has no name. The country for which
he labored and suffered knows him not. His
ashes rest in foreign land. A rough, grass
grown mound, from which the bones have
been purloined, is all that remains on the Con-
tnent of America, TO tell of the Hero, the
Statesman, the Friend Of Mani" III


say, as we quote the terrible truth OF these
words, let us go yonder to that deserted spot,
near New Rochelle. Let US bend over that
deserted mound, covered with rank grass, read
the inscription on that rough stone, and then
while the tUnbeliever is with God, into
whose awful councils nor bigotry nor hate can
enter--let us remember, that this monument
is the only memorial of the Continentof Am
erica, of that Author Hero who first stood out
as the Prophet Of our rights, the comPatriot
Of Jefferson, the friend Of Washington, the
author of " Common Sense, ,"--poor Tom
PAINE gal8 e


Remember, then, that the hand which moul-
dered to dust, beneath this stone, was the first
TO write these words tts0
'sTHE FREE AND INDEPENDENT STATES OF


AMARIcA."