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JACOB HODGES.
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of the superintendent and chaplain of the
prison at Auburn but with tears of thank¬
ful and affectionate remembrance. Of
Mr. Dwight, who so often visited him both
in prison and after his release, he always
spoke in terms of ardent attachment, call¬
ing him uniformly " My friend Mr. Doit."
To him he consented to bequeath his " pri¬
son Bible," as he called it, when he should
die. While every thing was manly and
decorous, there was a touching tenderness
and warmth of interest and love for his
ministers and those Christian friends who
were accustomed to see him most often
and to inquire after his spiritual prosperity.
Last summer I requested him to give
me the history of his whole life. At first
he hesitated and positively declined, say¬
ing, " It distresses me to think of it."
And his whole frame seemed to tremble,
as his eye rested upon me, as if he was
astonished that I should ask him to re¬
hearse his crimes. I told him it might do
good, and that I would make no improper
use of it. He then consented, and went