Doctor, you are right. My malady is beyond your skill. The heart that has beat for over sixty years, has burst. It can beat but a few times more. The valves in the pump have weakened, and soon the ship must go down. I want to float a little longer—just a little longer. For the last hour I have been sailing over the seas of my boyhood, my manhood and the channels of mature age. I can plainly see how, when and where I wrecked all my earthly happiness, and as a guide to all others who are compelled to embark on this sea, I hold up this chart: “Parents, always advise, but never control your children in their choice of their help-mate for life.” It was on this rock I struck, and on this rock lies my wreck, and under this wreck lay my children. May God forgive me. The pump is working better now. I hope it will not choke again until I get my sails trimmed and my anchor ready to cast. Lieutenant, send for Lord Wallace. Send for his and my grand-son. Tell them it is my dying request. Send for my lawyer, as I have some changes to make in my will. Now, friends, let me rest until they come. The Lieutenant beckoned Cora aside. Write a note to Captain Davis. Tell him that the Admiral is dying and requests him to come here. I will see Walter and Lord Wallace. The Lieutenant went directly to the home of Frost, where he found Walter and Jones. Calling Walter aside, he said: Your grand-father Powers has but a short time to live and wishes to see you before he expires. Frost will show you the way. Enquire for Cora and wait in the parlor until I come. I go to request the attendance of Lord Wallace. Will I be welcome? asked Walter. Yes, responded the Lieutenant, and then left. On arriving there, he met the party leaving to go on board of the Reindeer. Taking Lord Wallace aside, he explained to him the situation, and requested his immediate attendance. I will go with you, Lieutenant, but first let me write a note to Captain Davis. That has already been done, replied the Lieutenant. Captain Davis will be there. But my grand-son. Where is he? On his way to witness his grand-father’s death. But let us move on. On the way they notified the family lawyer that his services were needed at the Admiral’s. He hung the green bag over his arm, and all three walked to the house of death. Cora met them at the door and conducted them to the parlor, where they found the family physician. How is your patient, doctor? exclaimed the Lieutenant. He sleepeth. Dead? exclaimed the Lieutenant. No, not dead, but sleeping quietly. We have nothing to do but wait and watch. If he awakes from this sleep, he may live for some hours—perhaps some days. Again Cora goes to the door and admits Walter and his two friends. This way, she said, and conducted them to the library. Then taking Walter by the hand said: You have arrived in time to see your grand-father alive. Follow me. She opened the door, and by a wave of the hand ordered the servants to depart.