The War of 1812 sent us back to the navy in which he rose to the rank of a Commodore, while I won a Captain’s commission. At its close he retired to a farm he had purchased in Bristol, Maine, while I again sailed for foreign ports.
It was never my good fortune to visit him in his new home but once; but I have many times since stood by his grave and read the few lines written on his tombstone, a just tribute to the man and his service:
In Memory of
COMMODORE SAMUEL TUCKER
Who Died
March 10, 1833
A Patriot of the Revolution
To this I would personally add:
“And the truest friend I ever knew.”
The End.
FICTION FOR BOYS
LITTLE RHODY
By JEAN K. BAIRD
Illustrated by R. G. Vosburgh.