He has lost credit for sagacity from accidental circumstances.  It does not appear that his position was ill chosen, or his means disproportioned to his ends, had he been sustained by funds from England, as he had a right to expect.  But through the profligacy of a near relative, commissioned to collect these dues, he was disappointed of them, and his paper protested and credit destroyed in our cities, before he became aware of his danger.

Still, though more slowly and with more difficulty, he might have succeeded in his designs.  The English farmer might have made the English settlement a model for good methods and good aims to all that region, had not death prematurely cut short his plans.

I have wished to say these few words, because the veneration with which I have been inspired for his character by those who knew him well, makes me impatient of this careless blame being passed from mouth to mouth and book, to book.  Success is no test of a man’s endeavor, and Illinois will yet, I hope, regard this man, who knew so well what ought to be, as one of her true patriarchs, the Abraham of a promised land.

He was one too much before his time to be soon valued; but the time is growing up to him, and will understand his mild philanthropy and clear, large views.

I subjoin the account of his death, given me by a friend, as expressing, in fair picture, the character of the man.

“Mr. Birkbeck was returning from the seat of government, whither he had been on public business, and was accompanied by his son Bradford, a youth of sixteen or eighteen.  It was necessary to cross a ford, which was rendered difficult by the swelling of the stream.  Mr. B.’s horse was unwilling to plunge into the water, so his son offered to go first, and he followed.  Bradford’s horse had just gained footing on the opposite shore, when he looked back and perceived his father was dismounted, struggling in the water, and carried down by the current.

“Mr. Birkbeck could not swim; Bradford could; so he dismounted, and plunged into the stream to save his father.  He got to him before he sank, held him up above water, and told him to take hold of his collar, and he would swim ashore with him.  Mr. B. did so, and Bradford exerted all his strength to stem the current and reach the shore at a point where they could land; but, encumbered by his own clothing and his father’s weight, he made no progress; and when Mr. B. perceived this, he, with his characteristic calmness and resolution, gave up his hold of his son, and, motioning to him to save himself, resigned himself to his fate.  His son reached the shore, but was too much overwhelmed by his loss to leave it.  He was found by some travellers, many hours after, seated on the margin of the stream, with his head in his hands, stupefied with grief.

“The body was found, and on the countenance was the sweetest smile; and Bradford said, ’just so he smiled upon me when he let go and pushed me away from him.’”