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Show SAD END OF BRILLIANT AND WELL-BORN VIRGINIAN About a fortnight ago, in a bleak room in a small house on Washington Washing-ton Hights, in West One Hundred and Fifty-sixth street, the dead body of a man was found, writes Tip in the New York Press. It had been cold for five days and was in a state of decomposition. decom-position. The police being informed, it was duly sent to tne morgue, where the name "Hardy" discovered by a letter in the pocket of the coat was recorded. The initials were destroyed, therefore the identity of Hardy was in doubt. A man of the name of W. J. Hardy - was missed from his usual haunts, and as he had been a schoolmate school-mate of one of our city magistrates, John B. Mayo, that gentleman made inquiry concerning him. Some one mentioned a Hardy at the morgue; the magistrate went thither and found his old friend, rotting on .a slab. In am-other am-other day the body would have been buried in potter's field, on Hart's island. Judge Mayo rescued it and sent it to Norfolk, where another old friend received it and gave it proper interment. i This man Hardy was the son of the richest man in Norfolk, Va., a refined, educated, cultured gentleman of blue blood. Among his former companions he was regarded as the most excellent of entertainers. He could order a dinner that all styled a "dream" or a "symphony." He was no glutton, as so many gourmands are, but a connoisseur, a nice feeder, an epicure. He was married, but had been separated from his wife, who now lives in Baltimore, I believe. His sister married one of the most distinguished distin-guished officers of the United States army Maj. Gen. Arthur MacArthur, at present commanding the department depart-ment of the Pacific. This good fellow, bon vivant, epicure, F. F. V. this prince of entertainer actually died of starvation in a smaU rented room on the Hights, and his molderlng, cankered can-kered corpse was on its way to potters' pot-ters' field when accidentally found. |