His death was occasioned by the fall of his horse on the Tuesday evening previous, in crossing Stoney Ford Bridge. The horse it appears had got a round stone fastened in one of his foreshoes, and being naturally shy of crossing bridges, he went with reluctance on it, and when on, ran off with precipitancy – the stone at each jump causing him to slip, till after a remarkable one of seven feet, his foot entered a hole in the bridge and he fell, and with him the unfortunate youth – never to rise more! It is remarkable that although fond of conversation, he should, at this unhappy time, leave company he was with and ride over the bridge alone. His companions rode out of the kill within three or four yards of the place where he was laying, with his head handing over the bridge, without seeing him. His horse they found a little distance from the bridge, but without his rider; they returned and found the unhappy victim stretched on his back without the least appearance of life. They filled their hats with water and poured it on the back of his neck; they perceived signs of life, and carried him about half a mile to the house of Mr. John Faulkener, where the surgeons attended, made and incision, found that his scull was fractured, and proceeded to the necessary operations – but without avail. He expired on Thursday morning at five o’clock. Thus fell a youth who had just completed his twenty-fifth year. [2]