TEE LEGACY.
{"newspaper_name": "The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": "From \"Iales Of q Terellcr.\" -."}
In the midst of my retrenchment, my re-
tirement and my studiousness, received
news that my uncle was dangerously i'll. l
hastened on the wings of an heirs affections
to receive his dying breath and his last tes-
lament found him attended by his Faith
fll valet, old Iron John; by the woman who
occasionally worked about the house; and
by the foxy headed boy young Orson, with
whom had occasionally hunted about the
Park.


Iron John gasped kind of asthmatic sal
utation as entered the room, and received
me with something almost like smile of
welcome. The woman sat blubberlng at
the foot of the bed:-and the toxt headed
Orson who had now grown up to be lub-
berly lout, stood gazing in stnpld vacancy at
a distance.


MY uncle lay stretched upon his back
The chamber was without fire, or any of
the comforts of sick room. The cobwebs
Haunted on the ceiling. The tester was coy
cred with dust, and the curtains were tat
tered. From underneath the bed peeped
out one end of his strong box. Against the
wainscot were suspended rusty blunder5uss-
es. horse pistols, and cut and thurst sword
with which he had fortified his room to de-
fend his life and treasure. He had employ
ed no physician during his illness, and from
the scanty relics lying on the table seemed
almost to have denied himself the assistance
of cook


When l entered the room he was lying
motionless; his eyes fixed and his mouth
open; at the first look thought him corpse
The noise of my entrance made him turn his
head. At the sight of me ghastly smile
came over his face, and his glazing eye
cleaned with satisfaction. 1t was the only
smile he had ever given me, and it went tc
my heart. "Poor old man," thought l.
"why would you not let me love youf-Why
would you force me to leave you thus desc
late, when see my presence has the power
to cheer youe''
| ..Nephew," said he, after several eRort'