The Senator's Favorite — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Senator's Favorite
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"ON BOARD THE MAMARONECK, }
July 20th, 189--. }
"MY DEAREST FRIENDS:--On the eve of a calamity that means nothing
less than death, I write to you and commend to your care my beloved
daughter Lulu.
"In my will, made some time ago, I left the remainder of a much
depleted fortune to my daughter, and made my lawyer, Mr. Stanley, of
Rosemont, her guardian. But latterly I have questioned the wisdom
of my action in this matter. I am not certain of the man's probity.
What if he prove unjust to my daughter, faithless to my charge? In
the light of these doubts and fears I revoke that will, and hereby
declare this my last will and testament.
"To you, Paul Winans, whom I admire as the soul of honor and
rectitude, and to your wife, the noblest of living women, I leave
in trust my daughter and her fortune, the former a priceless jewel,
the latter less than it should be, for I have lost heavily in
speculations; but there still remains the splendid estate at Ocean
View, inherited from my aunt, my wife's jewels, worth twenty thousand
dollars, and some United States bonds to the value of fifteen
thousand dollars. All these are unincumbered by any debts, and are in
the Rosemont Bank, unless removed ere this by Mr. Stanley, who, in
case he has done so, will place them in your charge for my daughter.
Until she marries let her home be with you, and let her share, I pray
you, in the tender love you lavish on your own dear children. Once
I dreamed that the attachment between her and Earle might culminate
in a union that would bring both of them great happiness. Ladybird's
own folly wrecked my hopes. Tell Earle to forgive her. She was but a
willful child then, but she had a heart of gold.
"But time presses, for danger looms immediately before the doomed
passengers of the Mamaroneck. For two weeks we have been sailing
among a floe of icebergs, fifty in number, and our destruction is
inevitable. It is a ghastly fleet of death. We have no chance of
escape, for the berg nearest to us now will prove our destruction.
It is estimated at fifteen miles in length and seven hundred feet in
height. We have resigned ourselves to death with brave hearts.
"I shall commit this letter to the sea in a sealed bottle, praying
Heaven that it may reach your hands. To all your lovely family, and
to my beloved daughter, I leave all my heart, and hope to meet you
all hereafter in that better land where I shall rest after being
hurled violently from earth-life by the approaching horror.
"BRUCE CONWAY."