Just sixty-six were measured off to him, and then "the wheel ceased to turn at the cistern," and he died on his birthday.

An affecting coincidence also marked the departure of his beloved wife.

She left on the birthday of her eldest son, who had intended to make the anniversary the dating-day of domestic happiness, by choosing it for his marriage.
A few facts will suffice for the history of the closing scene.
About the middle of October, 1862, Mrs.Webb, whose health seemed failing, went to visit her brother, Henry Marshall, Esq., residing in Cambridge.

Here she suddenly became much worse, and the prospect of her recovery more and more doubtful.

Mr.Webb was with her immediately on the first unfavorable turn of her illness, together with other members of the family.