Thibodaux minerva., 1853-10-15
THIBODAUX LOUISIANA, SATURDAY OCTOBER Is, 1853.

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hear it without tears. I have not wept much
in this world for trouble never brings tears in my
I eyes; but always have tears for the broken
heart.' aw
When read the last line of Moore's verses at
the close of the piece, Byron said, ssWhat a
being that Tom is, and Irving, and Emmett and
his beautiful love! What beings all Sir, how
many such men as Washington Irving are there
in America? God don't send many such spirits
into this world. want to go 10 America for
1--WE reasons. 1 want to see Irving; want to
see your stupendous scenery; want to see
Washington's grave; want to see the classical
form Of the living freedom II want to see your
Government recognize Greece as an independent
nation. Poor Greece p
| These were the last days Of Byron! and
shall consider myself happy that was permit
ted SO often to be with him. have day by day
watched the workings Of his lofty imagination,
while he lay upon his couch or sat by his win
dow, and deep troubled thought lit up with an
unearthly glow his beautiful features or clouded
them in gloom. It was painful spectacle to
see Byron's form wasting away by disease; and
never gazed on him after we first met without
feeling as I think should feel, to see power
full stream undermining in its progress the foun-
dation Of some classic temple. 1t was mex
pressibly painful, but yet there was something
sublime in the struggle Of his proud spirit with
the advancing king of terrors. His full bright
eye, which sometimes burnt SO restfully, revealed
spirit free, tameless, and unconquerable as
the proud ocean. +,
"In few hours" said the faithful Fletcher,
as he related these facts to me, "my master
called me to his side and said, begin to think
am going to die pretty soon, Fletcher, and
shall give you several directions which Ihope
you will be particular to execute, If you love
me-" Fletcher did love his master, and told
him that he would do everything Faithfully, and
expressed the hope that he should not be called
to part with him.
Yes, you WILL" said Byron, ssit's nearly all
over now. must tell You witaaospt losing a mo-
ment. a / see my time has come 20 die ~
Fletcher went to get portfolio to write his
masters words. Byron called him back, ex-
claiming, 80, my God! don't waste time by
writing, for have no time to waste @ my
poor dear child my dear Ida My God! could
have but seen her! Give her my blessing, and
my dear sister, Augusta, and her children; and
you will 60 to Lady Byron and say-tell her
everything. You and friends with her" And
tears down his emaciated face.
His voice here failed him, 50 that only now
and then . word was audible. For some time
he rnuttered something very seriously, and
inallyraisingshis voice, said, ssNow, Fletcher,
if you do not execute every order have given
you, will torment you hereafter, if possible. y
Poor Fletcher wept over hissdying master,
and told him he could not undefstand word OF
what he had been saying.
so, my God!" said Byron, ssthen all is lost,
for it is too late !! can it be possible you have
not understood me I" Fletcher replied, No !;
but dSstsll me again more clearly, my lord. !"
q How can II" said Byron; it is too late, and
all is over. Fletcher replied, a"not cur will,
but Gods be done" ~" Yes" said he, "not
mine be done; but will try once more" He
made several efforts to speak, but through the
indistinct mutterings of the dying man, only a
few broken accents could be distinguished, and
they were about his wife and child. .s@ z.ss..=
After many stdefectual and painful efforts to
mike known his wishes, at the request Of his
friend, Mr.. Parry, to compose himself, he shed
tears, and apparently sunk into slumber, with
an expressio1h grief and disappointment on
his countenah6@ This was the commencement
Of the lethargy Of death. believe the last
words the great poet ever spoke on earth were,
IT must sleep now" How full of meaning
these words werei Yes, he had laid himself
down to his last Dip. For "a hours not hand
nor foot Was seem to stir, although the heart,
which Had been the home Of such wild feelings,
still continuedsto beat on.a e
On the evening Of the 18th Of April, he OPEN
ed his fine eye for the last time, and closed it
peacebly, without the appearance Of pain. 20,
my God ~ exclaimed the kind Fletcher, ss fear
my master is none II The doctors then felt his
pulse, and said, .tyou are right-he is gone." ]" @
It i impossible 10 describe the sensation pro-
dueed ut Missolonghi BY the death Of Lord Byron.
ALL Greece, too, was batked in tears. Every
public demonstration Of respect and sorrow was
paid to M memory His body was embalmed
| il to England. A few daTs ~ after his death. his
honored remains were borne othe church where
the body OF Marco Bozzaris was buried. The
coffin was rude chest Of WoOd-a black mantle
was his only nall. and over Il we're placed q he'll
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mS4 sM0ku. ma CROWN oi iaufei. Il.
3 Here the bl1e rested two days, and around It
gathered n thna,aSsSI noble hearta vho had loved
~ ss. ~ 8 ,4 Issss - q e . = -.
.no =. sonolous POet seoou " INA. conn lonS
time more E0AF4 HlhA0 II than i ever