St. Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1845-1863, 1853-01-27
a,l.so. and 80 remained FOR half an hour.


Then starting up, he dung the ,plsids from
his shoulders, and said, This is sad
idlensss. shall forget what | have been
thinking of, i'll don't set II down noe.
Take me into my own rcon, and fetch The
KEYS Of my desk" The instinct Of labor
= - -4akGa no re.
fussl; 81 they carried him nP, and placed
him in his old position st his desk. He
smiled and thanked them. adding. Z" Now
give me my pen, and leave me fur lii.
tic 10 myself" His Daughter put the pen
into his hand, and he stroTe TO close his
fingers upoa il, but The work Of those fir.
gers was finished they refused their of.
fice the pen :ell from the hand tha,
could no longer WELD il, and dropped
upon the paper. He sank back in his
chair. and out. from under those thick
gray bro~s, the big tears swelled and
rolled fast and heavy down his cheeks.
lie no,ioned 10 be taken back into the
garden. anh. when there, dropped asleep.
When he awoke, Laidlaw remarked 10
Lockhart. " Sir Walter has had q little
repose.' The poet looked up; again the
tears gushed from his eyes, aud he said,
Il" No Willie! no repose for Sir Walter
bu, the grave 80 Then a little after,
- Friends. don't le, me expose myself
get te to bed. That's the only place
now"
lie never left his room again. For a
few days he was able to 81, up for an
hour or two at noon; and then that passed;
and he lay still upon the pillows. Then
followed some days Of painful irritation,
snd forge,fulnes. of friends. Only once
q well.knnwn voice aroused him, and he
said. Ism, tina, Kate Hume 7" But the
hour was at hand when "the golden bowl
raus, be broken" He gradually declined
and his mind wandered back TO an earlier,
n q work that there 10 no rack JItn-,d nd.
- NevgUwHf aPpre-
ion on The part Of the reading publisi + bncs
or twice his fancy vas ., Jedburg, and
"Burk Sir Walter" came sadly from
/ his lips.
! Generally his nuuerings wers holy
words; words from, the Bible or The
Prayer book psalms in the old Scottish
! version, or bits Of the magnificent Catho
I lie hymns. Ohenesl Of all, the watcher.
! heard the solemn cadence OF the Dies ira
and las, Of all came from those fading
lips these lines
Siabat Mater, dolorosa.
JUXts erncem laeIymcsa,
Dunn PeEdcbat Filiua.
BrokFn-hearted. lone and fearful,
Dy that cross Of anguish fearful,
Stood the Mother BY her Son.
Often ha blessed his children end bad'
them farewell. and so fingered on unit
Monday, the 18th Of September, when III,
eye grew clear and the calm sense 70
turned for the solemn adieus to earth.
When Lockhart was called from hi
bed TO attend him, he said, E" Lockhart,
may have but minute to speak to you
Ny dear, be good man he virtuous, b,
religious, be a good man. Nothing els
will give any comfort when you come Il
lie here" He paused, and his son.in-iay
inquired If he would see has daughters
"No, don't disturb iheIn," he replied
Poor souls, know they were up al
r night; God bless you all "a -.a
lie never spoke again scsrce Shove
any signs OF consciousness, but graduall,
passed away. His sons arrived on tn
18th, but TOO late to be recognized, an
50 they kept their mournful watch unit
the monday Of the 3lst. Then slowly
gentle as the setting Of calm sun, wit!
) out pain or sense of suffering, he breathe
J his soul impercep,ibly away.
AZ halfpast one "ihe silver cord wa
: loosed :" the mirror. held before his lip
\ was taken back untarnished; and IL
, warm sun shone through the open vii
, dows and soft autumnal breeze iu
: sighed amid the foliage of Abbotsford; an
the ripple of The Tweed rose with distinc
: ness to the ears Of the mourners, as the
. knslt around The couch. and Walter be-
l. desa .sysr The body Of bis father, a.
] kissed and clo,sd hi. syea.