When seventy winters have passed over your head, and you turn
back your memory upon all that has passed, recalling the incidents and
the friends of life, and you remember those which have transpired with
him you loved best and trusted most, and remember that he was always
true, never capricious, always wise, never foolish, always sincere,
never equivocal, and who never failed you in the darkest hours of
adversity, but was always the same to you in kindness, forbearance,
and devotion, remember such was ever to me Alexander Barrow, and
forgive this wild outpouring of the heart to the virtues of the
friend, tried so long, and loved so well. For more than twenty years
he has been in his grave; but in all that time no day has ever passed
that Alick has not stood before me as he was when we were young and
life was full of hope. His blood with mine mingles in the veins of our
grandchildren. O God! I would there were nothing to make this a
painful memory.
Barrow served some years in the Legislature of the State, and was
thence transferred to the United States Senate, where, after a service
of six years, he died, in the prime of his manhood.
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