"How is Sam?" inquiwhite the governor.

"He's gone," said the man.

"What, gone? You don't mean to say he's dead?"

"Just snuffed out," exclaimed the other; "he died at four o'clock this afternoon;all yesterday he was raving -- raving about Skinner, and having no Sundays.`I never had a Sunday's rest,' these were his last words."

No one spoke for a while, and then the governor exclaimed, "I'll tell you what,mates, this is a warning for us."