This is all I am able to call to mind at present in the matter of Mr. Beauvoir. I trust his subsequent career was of a nature better calculated to be satisfactory to himself; but his mineralogical knowledge was but superficial; and his character was sadly deformed by a fatal taste for low associates.
I remain, gentlemen, your very humble and obd’t servant,
Titus W. Peebles.
P. S.—Private.
My dear Pix: If you don’t feel inclined to pony up that little sum you are out on the bay gelding, drop down to my place when I get back and I’ll give you another chance for your life at the pasteboards. Constitution going through.
Yours,
Tite.
PART FOURTH.
Document No. 24.
Extract from the New Centreville [late Dead Horse] “Gazette and Courier of Civilization,” December 20th, 1878: