THE sudden death of so prominent a member of the social world as the Honorable Judge Jaffrey Pyncheon created a sensation (at least, in the circles more immediately connected with the deceased) which had hardly quite subsided in a fortnight."
It may be remarked, however, that, of all the events which constitute a person's biography, there is scarcely one --- none, certainly, of anything like a similar importance -- to which the world so easily reconciles itself as to his death. In most other cases and contingencies, the individual is present among us, mixed up with the daily revolution of affairs, and affording a definite point for observation. At his decease, there is only a vacancy, and a momentary, eddy, -- very small, as compared with the apparent magnitude of the ingurgitated object, -- and a bubble or two, ascending out of the black depth and bursting at the surface. As regarded Judge Pyncheon, it seemed probable, at first blush, that the mode of his final departure might give him a larger and longer posthumous vogue than ordinarily attends the memory of a distinguished man. But when it came to be understood, on the highest professional authority, that the event was a natural, and -- except for some unimportant particulars, denoting a slight idiosyncrasy -- by no means an unusual form of death, the public, with its customary alacrity,