Much of his time was devoted to visitors to whom he was hospitable and kind. Thousands of his own countrymen paid their grateful respects to him--Europeans of distinction thought their tour in this country incomplete until they took by the hand the patriot, sage, philosopher and philanthropist of Monticello. He was ever anxious to please, delight and instruct. He was familiar with every subject. His mind united the vigor of youth with the experience of age. The broad expanse of the universe--the stupendous works of nature--the Pierian fields of science--the deep recesses of philosophy and labyrinthian avenues of the intellect of man--seemed spread before him like the map of the world. He was an encyclopædia of the age he adorned--a lexicon of the times he enlightened--one of the brightest diadems in the crown of his country's glory. With a calm and peaceful quietude Mr. Jefferson glided down the stream of time toward the ocean of eternity until he reached the eighty-fourth year of his age. Forty-four years had passed away since his amiable companion had been laid in the tomb. She was the daughter of Mr. Wayles, an eminent lawyer of Virginia. One of two interesting daughters was also resting in the grave. The charms of earth were receding from him--he felt sensibly that he stood on the confines of another and a better world. The physical powers and mechanical structure of his frame were fast decaying--the canker worm of disease was doing its final work--the angel of death hovered over him with a keen blade awaiting Jehovah's signal to cut the silver cord of life and set the prisoner free. Early in the spring of 1826 his bodily infirmities increased. From the 26th of June to the time of his death he was confined to his bed. He then remarked to his attending physician--"My machine is worn out and can go no longer." His friends who attended him thought he would again recover but he was convinced that his voyage of life was about to close and that he would soon cast his anchor in the haven of rest. To those around him he said--"Do not imagine that I feel the smallest solicitude as to the result. I do not indeed _wish_ to die but I do not _fear_ to die." Do infidels die thus calm and resigned? Echo answers--Do infidels die thus?