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Text for Page 185 [05-16-1861]

             My Recollection of Him.
Cahill ran up-stairs, and the others followed.
They found him lying on the landing-place�dead.
Cahill put his ear to Welden�s breast and
his lips, but his heart had stopped beating and 
he breathed no more.    They lifted him up, carried
him into his chamber, searched his pockets, find-
ing in them only some pawn-tickets and a bottle
of laudanum.       And so died poor Welden,
a man I liked very much, once; who was once
kind and friendly to me � God be merciful to
him and receive his poor, weak soul!  In
intention � to employ a miserable phrase, which
taken literally involves a lie and an impossibility
� he was nobody�s enemy but his own.     How well
I remember him, as he appeared when I first made
his acquaintance in Strong�s shop; he was then
editor of the Illustrated paper there published;
wore a full, dark beard and looked well.          A
story of mine had been submitted to him, which
he commended, saying that he had advised Strong
to use �if he could afford to pay for it.�      It
didn�t go in, but we were friends thence forth.   He
lent me Tennyson and the Brownings, some of
Carlyle�s books that I had never read, and others
both of prose and poetry.   We visited each other,
of which there�s record enough in preceding volumes               
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