DEATH OF 170 “THER.

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Meanwhile his father had died (June 15, 1833). When
Frederick Cobden had joined his brother in Manchester,
the old man had gone to live with his daughters in London.
But he could not bear the process of transplanting. He
pined for his old life in the beloved country, and his heonlth
foiled rapidly. They removed him shortly before he died
to Droxford, bub it was too late, and he did not long survive
*he change. The last few months of a life that would have
oeen very dreary but for the undying glow of family affection,
 were gilded by the reflection of his son’s prosperity.
It is the bitterest element in the vast irony of human life
that the time-worn eyes to which a son’s success would
have brought the purest gladness, are so often closed for
aver before success has coma,

1883.

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