Helm was dead; and with him died the law suit.

He who had so wronged me, who had occasioned me so much suffering and sorrow had gone to his account.

He who had once been thought to be one of the wealthiest as well as one of the greatest men in the county, died a pauper--neglected and despised, and scarcely awarded a decent burial.

Like his wife, who died such a horrid death, he had been reared in affluence and was an inheritor of vast possessions, but his home was in a slave State; he was raised on a plantation, and nurtured in the atmosphere of Slavery.
In his youth he had contracted the habit of drinking to excess, beside that of gambling, horse-racing and the like, which followed him through life.

Forgotten and scorned in his poverty by many who had partaken of his abundance, sipped his wine, and rode his fast horses.
During the last war his princely mansion was ever open to the officers of the army, and many a wounded soldier has been cheered and comforted by his hospitality.