finally they gave him up, saying that it was impossible to cure him
and he would soon die ... In the afternoon he was taken with
shortness of breath and supposed to be dying. The neighbors were
sent for, the room soon filled, and many prayers were offered up
from the very hearts of these dear Christian people, that some
relief might be obtained for this good and pious man.

While these prayers were ascending like sweet incense to the throne
above, and every eye was bathed in tears, a rumbling noise was
heard in the distance, like a mighty chariot winding its way near,
when all at once a fine span of horses, before a beautiful coach,
stood before the door, out of which alighted a noble and
elegant-looking man. In a moment's time he entered the room, and
embraced the hand of his dear father and mother. She clasped her
arms around his neck and fainted away.

The Doctor, surprised to see his father so nearly gone, immediately
went to his coach, taking therefrom various plants and roots, which
he had learned from the Red Men of the forest as being good for all
diseases, and gave them to his father, and in about two hours
afterwards he was much relieved.... Two days afterwards he was much
better, and the third day he could walk about the room ...and now
we behold him a strong, active man, and in the bloom of health, and
at the age of ninety-five able to ride in one day thirty-five
miles, in order to spend his birthday with this celebrated Doctor,
his son.

The foregoing event was supposed to have occurred some years before
1847, as the elder Mr. Morse's ninety-fifth birthday referred to was
celebrated on November 20, 1847, when he was still hale and hearty. The