his family to his bedside, and cheerfully conversing with them. He then requested the presence of the captain and each of the passengers, and described to them in glowing language his happiness in view of his approaching change, earnestly beseeching them to prepare for their hour of dissolution. When he expired, his countenance evinced perfect peace, and he was apparently in full possession of his mental powers. Probably no man ever resided at the Sandwich Islands, more respected and esteemed. The next day, in compliance with his oft-repeated request, Dr. White made a post-mortem examination, and found the left lobe of the lungs entirely destroyed, and the right two-thirds obliterated, and the residue in an extremely tubercleous state, giving full evidence that no one, except of his calm, quiet temperament, could have survived such a length of time. The hour of interment arrived, and with feelings of deep solemnity, the crew and passengers congregated to witness the last rites. The captain read the service with much emotion, and at the proper moment the plank was raised, and the beloved dead sank from sight into the deep blue waters. When she heard the slight splash of the coffin, as it struck the wave, poor Mrs. Deill swooned, and was conveyed to the cabin, followed by the tenderest sympathies of all.

They had no boisterous weather at the Cape, but were wafted swiftly and steadily around, and were once more in the broad Atlantic. The time on board passed very agreeably. They enjoyed delightful promenandes and pleasant chats; and often of an evening, the captain, or one of the officers, or passengers, invited their companions to spend an hour with them when they were regaled with nuts, fruits, &c., with which each one had furnished himself in abundance. These little reunions contributed much to the gen

eral enjoyment, and cordiality of feeling; and with these and other amusements, they had little trouble in dispelling the monotony which sometimes stole over them.

When within a fortnight's sail of land they spoke an outward bound ship, from which they obtained a small supply of fresh vegetables, and learned the election of General Harrison to the presidency, and other home news. Their hearts now burned with eager anticipations, but their plasure was checked as they neared the coast, for there they encountered a heavy storm. Their situation was perilous; for such was the violence of the gale, that the anchors dragged, and they expected to be blown ashore. However, the stout vessel gallantly weathered it, and they were at length safely anchored, and ready to tread once more their dear native soil. The first person on board was Bennett's express, who communicated the news of the death of Harrison, and loss of the ship President.

CHAPTER XVI.

Trip to New York-Call on Mr. Fry-His singular behavior-Introductions-Journey to Washington-Reception-Appointment to the Sub-Agency-Death-Lizette--Starting for Oregon-CompanyReach Havana-Separation-Sad thoughts-An old friend—Arrival at Geneva-Curiosity excited by the Indian boys-Reach Buffalo-Milan-Travel via. Columbus to St. Louis-Reception-William Sublet-Kind reception at Independence-Anxieties-Meeting of the emigration-Resolutions.

As our business is with Dr. White's adventures in Oregon, perhaps it will be well to pass over the year he now spent in the States, and give the circumstance which led to his return to Oregon. At the expiration of the year, he had occasion to visit New York on business.

When about leaving for home, he called to bid adieu to Mr. Fry, a particular friend. After chatting awhile, he rose to take his leave, when Mr. F. suddenly exclaimed, “doctor, you are wanted in Washington." Surprised at the singularity of the expression, the doctor asked an explanation, and received for answer the same, and again the third time. "Why, sir," said the doctor, "I cannot comprehend your meaning, but there are three things certain; I have no business at Washington, no friends, and do not happen to have with me the funds requisite for the journey." Without a word, Mr. F. drew out his purse, and handed him bills to a sufficient amount to defray his expenses; and then explained, that there was business in relation to Oregon matters being

transacted at the capital, where his services might be useful and acceptable.

After some reflection, the doctor concluded to accept the proposition, and was that evening presented to Mr. Alfred Benson, and the eldest son of Daniel Webster, from whom he received letters to Mr. Webster, President Tyler, and Mr. Upsher.

He arrived in Washington the 25th of January, and met with a kind reception from Mr. Lynn, John C. Spencer, and other heads of departments.

He spent a few pleasant days in the city, and unexpectedly received the commission of agent of Indian affairs, from the secretary of war, under the direction of the president.

He started for home, and on his arrival in Auburn, about thirty miles from Lansing, was met by a messenger, with the sad tidings that his youngest child, a sweet little girl of three years, was dead. Thus, while he had been happily engaged in his pursuits at Washington, his home had been overshadowed with the heavy cloud of grief, and the hearts of its dear inmates stricken with anguish.

They felt their loss deeply, but none seemed to mourn so agonisingly as Lizette, who had been the nurse of the departed one from its earliest infancy. She had always felt for it almost a mother's tenderness, and this attachment increased while they were at the Sandwich Islands, and during their voyage home.

I believe I have not before mentioned Lizette. She was a native of Oregon, who came to live with Mrs. White before little Jason's death, and was old enough to grieve deeply at the painful shock. She, with her two sisters, were early left orphans. Their mother died when they were very young. They then lived for some years with their relations,

when their father, who doted on his children, carried them to Fort Vancouver. Lizette was the eldest of the three, and her next sister, Angelique, was a beautiful, but delicate child. While at the fort, they unfortunately lost their kind father. He went out on a hunting and trapping excursion, and was thrown from his horse, a spirited hunter, and died in a few hours, and it was thought by his signs, for he was unable to speak, that his last thoughts were of his poor girls. They were now left alone, and Lizette was of an age to be capable of realizing painfully that they must hereafter look to strangers for home and care. Her greatest anxiety was for her frail Angelique, whose slight constitution could ill support the fatigues and labors that could those of her stronger sisters. But, through the exertions of their friends, suitable places were found for both Sophie and Angelique, and Lizette was placed with Mrs. White. She accompanied her to the States, from a curiosity to see the civilized world, of which she heard so much, expecting to return to Oregon. She has heard that her sisters are both married very happily, and longs to return-which she intends to do soon— -to the woods and plains of her own beautiful country, and once more clasp in her arms her beloved sisters.

Soon after the doctor's return, he was visited by three young men, Alexander, William, and John McKay, natives of Oregon, who had been educated at Wilberham, Mass. At the time of Mr. Lee's visit to the States, they travelled with him, as also did William Brooks, who I have before mentioned. William did not return to Oregon, but died in New York city. He was a most estimable young man, of a sweet, amiable disposition, and Mr. Lee very much regretted his death, saying that he was of more valuable assistance to him than any other person in the mission. As they