I have been obliged to avail myself of the pen of
my youngest daughter, the only one of my family
who at present resides with me, and who desires to
be recorded with me as sincerely attached to a coun-
try where she has already many highly valuable
friends.

W. R. Toxteth Park, near Liverpool,
July 13th, 1830.
DAVID HOSACK, M.D., F.R.S., New York.

On the 23d December, 1817, Mr. Eddy

lost his son,
John Hartshorne Eddy. He died in the 34th year of
his age. He was a remarkable young man. At the
age of twelve years, he lost his hearing from the
scarlet fever; he had then only the common and
ordinary instruction of a boy of that age. On his
recovery, he discovered an ardent desire for know-
ledge, and commenced with zeal the process of self-
instruction, and that so successfully, that, at eighteen,
he was far advanced in polite literature, having ac-
quired a good knowledge of the Latin and French
languages. He was accomplished in drawing, botany
painting, and poetry; and, at the same time, pursued,
with assiduity his mathematical studies. We have
known more than one instance, in which the misfor-
tune of deafness has given new acuteness and energy
to the mind. The restlessness that generally attends
this misfortune, drives the mind to examine its own
resources, and to weigh its own powers; and it is
astonishing how much can be done, when we are
obliged to do it, either by motives of advancement,
ambition, or necessity; and no necessity is stronger
than that of preventing the mind from preying upon
itself. The paintings of young Mr. Eddy showed taste
and skill, but he did not choose to follow the art as
a profession; it had too much to do with others to