Litchfield enquirer., 1852-09-09

the 9tfu2Rse 0t u' 'c~N St''''S Es@t ',.~ I,advancing king of terrors. His fnll. 'brirht eye, which sometimes burnt so 'TesIIessly. revealed a spirit free. blame less. ana iu5Oonquerable as the proud orsnn. ''In a few hours." said the 'Fletcher. as he related these facts to me. my master called me 10 his bed side, and said, begin to think l am going to die pretty soon, .Fleteher, and shall give you several diFections, which I hope you viii be particular to execute if you lore me- Fletcher did loxe, his master. and told him he would do everything faithfully. and expressed the hope that 2 he shdtlid not be called U pant with him nes, yon H. said Byron. it's nearly an over now: I must tell you without slosing . moment. 1 see my time ili. mas Sor;ap 10 die,s .ss.
 sF~aF Fletcher went 10 get portfolio tor write down his masters words. Byt9n called lin buck excIaim;ng, Q. my God! don't waste time by writing, for ! have no time to waste. Now hear ms-you will be provided for. 0 my poor dear AchiIdls My dear Ada! Ny God lcould I have but seen her Give her my bles :. sing. and ny Bear sister Augusta. and her chfflien: and get you will go to Lady Byron and say-tell her every ithing-yotl are friendly with her. And fears rolled down lis emaciated face. \ ..EIis voice failed him, so that only now and then word was audible. For sometime he muttered something very seriously, and finally, raising his voice. said. Nov Fletcher if you do not exc ute every order I have given you. ] will tor, tnent you hereafter if possible \ !" Poor Fletcher wept over his dying master, and told him lie could not under Stand word of what he had been say ing; 70, my God!' said Byron, then Ill is lost, for it is nov too fl:e. Can it bepossiblc you have hot understood mc9' Fletcher replied, No, but do tell me again more clearly, my lords How can IT. said Byron, Sit is too late and alf is over' Fletcher re- piled, Not our WilI, but Goi's be done. : eYes.' said he, snot Ipihs be done hut l will try once more, He made several et fol Is to speak. but through the indi-tinct 'mutterings 6f the dying man. only few broken accehts could be distinguished, and They were about his wife and chill.
 = T After many intellectual anl painful efforts to make kno VII his wishes. It the request of his f.ieud. Mr. Perry. to copi pose himself. he shed tears. and appar Ien.ly sunk into slumber, wilh an expres, sio1 of grief and disappointment, on his counter gsncce. This wis tie commence
 msgs of tho lethargJ of death.
 7" !" 1 believe the last words the great poet ever spoke on earth were, l must Sleep nov.' How full of meaning these words werel Yes. he had laid himself Aot,wwin to his last sleep. For twenty ,fou, hours not a hand or foot was seen to stir
 although that heart which had been the
 home of such wild feeling still continued 10 beat on. Yet it was evident to al around bis bLdsids that the angel o death had spread his dalk wings oye
 Byron's pillow.
 On the evening of the l7th of Ap'il
 Ae opened bis fine eyes eyes for the last time
 Rns- .lesassae saipp oi aReaceInIIy. Elthou! an
 efE;esd iRos kind FletcI,s4n. my 1nffsaar' fear m!
 a.fii Fer is gtfle. The doctors then fcl
 pulse. and said. You are rigkt--h'
 is gone.
 :. Il is impossible to describe the sen
 saticn produced at Missolonghi by the death of Lord Byron. All Greece was batLcd in tears. Every public demon btration of respect and sorrow was paid 10 his memory by Bring minute gdEs; closing all public offices and shops and jsuspending the usual Easter festivities, and by q general mounting. and funeral prayers in all tho churches. His body was embalmed by physicians. and prep !. Rrations were made for taking 1t 10 En- gland.
 A few days after his death bis hon pred remains were borne to the church where the body of Marco Bozzlris was buried. Tho coffin vas rude chest of wood !; black mantle was it's only pail j; and oyer it ycre placed q helmct. n sword fnd a crown oR slanrsl.
 ' :" Here ihe Bier Testcd two days. and ground gathered a thousand noble hearts who had loved the generous poet. l stood by that coffin for \ long lime i: and inore Iosrs were shed ever it than ever taY fall upon the dust of great man But the simple. hearted. creatful people, who crowded the church, loved him not fs lhs author ol Cnilds IIasold's Pilg,im- pge, but as tie distinguished bsntfacloi pf Greece. A detachment of his own Brigade gualdcd his body. There was kometl,ing indiscribably more affecting hnd sublime in this spectacle Chan in Chat which assally atlen4|s' 'tts iaassf6al oble- 8 'ies of the great. ''s'a' < s'
 ' remained in tho church Gill the shadows 'bf higbf haflfaiIch afounl that toleuin place. and lhers could be seen
 he rudo forms of the dccendanls of Pia. L..ss relieved against the walls, their ar JA0uf gieAMiNu in tl,as ,,nrtyfsjn l5,sft seos,r