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Text for Page 154 [02-20-1857]

  20. Friday.  Levison died this moning, between
two and three o�clock.    I had not thought the
crisis so imminent, though, last night, I heard
his groans and cries as I went up stairs.    Mrs
Potter was present, two outside friends of Levison�s
(who had volunteered to sit up as watchers, but were
asleep at the time)  and Haney � who had just as-
cended the stairs, and was called in.         Mrs Levison
had lain down in the adjoining room, sharing Mrs
Potter�s bed.      She fainted away and had to be
carried from the death chamber subsequently.   Haney
cried out and, they say, kissed poor Louisa�s
hand.     He had been dying since the afternoon,
was for the most part delirious, and crying �Make
haste!� Mrs Potter says he recognized her and
squeezed her hand, hard.      Poor Levison! ��
  It is just three weeks since the death of his
child.   He has followed her very soon.
  There�s no one who knew the man that will
not think kindly of him, now he�s gone.   It is
not to be so much regretted for his own sake � for
he had no great portion of health and happiness,
and his child�s death lessened that little.   He loved
her very much, and his sorrow aided to loosen
his own hold on life.            Hawthorne writes 
that if a deceased man could return some days
after his demise he would find that he had either
risen or sunk in the estimation of his acquaintances.               
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