Randolph County journal. [volume] (Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.) 1855-1862, 1859-10-20
The Death Bed of Horace Ham.
Interesting Letter from one of his
students.
YELLOW STRINGS, o., Sept. 5. 80.


Students.
YELLOW STRINGS, o., Sept. 3. 80.
Very soon after the death of Horace
Mann, | wrote the enclosed article, with
a view to fasten more firmly the i'm
pressions received from him in his last
moments. and to leave on paper some
few incidents that treacherous memory
might otherwise neglect to register
The last CLEAN of the golden sunset
is beautiful The last fond look OF a
dying friend is more beautiful still,
ihongh not so oft repeated We should
cherish it in eternal memory. The
last endearing words of dying sage
too often fall upon the cold ear OF hu-
manity as the misty moon beams fall
upon the midnight sea. leaving no i'm
pressions, no more lasting record than
the dim shadows of long-gone
dream. This should not be so. Those
last words should be forever cherished.
Horace Mann died as great men should
always die-tranquil, satisfied, happy.
and triumphant. y logical result of
his lifetime actions, and happy con-
firmation of his wise and pious teach
ings.
supposed all along. until now. that
a more able writer would send you an
article for the public; but, learning
that no other article will be very soon
written. send you mine. 1t is but a
poor tribute from an unpretending
student. given as modest memento OF
his high regard for so noble a man.
But. poor as it is, L SS<a.eaad nothing
more, save prayer to eternal One,
at whose court he has gone to dwell; a
tear Tor his so soon departure. and a
kind wish for the well lbeing of those
who knew him:
LAST HOURS OF HORACE MANN.
The second day of August. 1859,
was the last day for Horace Manu.
Until then, there had been ray Of
hope falling upon the faces of those
around him-hope that the porten-
tious symptoms might pass away, that
pain and suffering might cease. and the
strength OF the PROSTATE sage again
revive.
But who can fathom the mysterious
shadows of fate? Who can penetrate
the dark wales of destiny? Who can
survey the ways of Providence, and
then return and inform us of what lies
beyond our view? The pale spectre OF
the past had been some time unrolling
his misty parchment of departed great
ones. and was just then dipping his pen
To record another name. Ere the sun
set. it was registered. Few on that
roll are more worthy Of esteem.
1t was morning-a beautiful morn
ing outside: one of the fairest of the
summer. The sun was shining bright
ly. The air was pure and bracing
There lay The object of all our anxiety
on broad bed. near the centre of a
large room. 1t was the south-wes,
corner room. i'll the second story OF his
lately chosen Ohio home. From the
bed where he lay, he could look
through the windows south and west,
and see, at a glance. the college. and
the far-away forest. Opening hi,
eyes moment, he said. What beau
tiful morning! and how gracefully the
trees are bending yonder.' Alas! they
will never bend for him again The
shutters were soon partially closed, tC
prevent the entrance of excessive light
There he lies. tranquil as the day-hi'
past life. pure as the morning air; hi
future. bright as the glancing sun
beams.
The doctors despondingly whisper
ell to those gathered anxiously arounC
him. The fears we entertained las
night are confirmed this morning
We have done all we could do. III,
can live but few hours longer
Pale lips quivered. and tears fell il
response to those despairing whispers
\ sob and sigh mingled with the in
quiry whether no other remedy. an
no hope of recovery remained. None.
was the response. none And how
painfully emphatic the word thei
sounded! None No remedy. NJ
hope. Death is here even now; anc
his lev touches will soon still the fee
ble pulse of him who lies SO quietl,
before us.
How am |. Doctor? Do you thinl
| shall recover soone Are the symp
toms favorable?' We thought. last
night replied the Doctor. that tn
disease might. perhaps, take favora
bic turn: and. indeed. we have all tn
time thought your recovery possible
but Mr.. Mann's eyes CAREFUL,
watched the face of the Doctor Will
making the foregoing answer. and
when he hesitated. he sternly said
.Rut ~kaE Don't hesitate. Go on
Doctor: say what you were going to-
L will leave Mrs. Mann TO say tn
rest No. Doctor. say it YOURSELF
II | am going to die. ! would like I
know it. | have q great many thing
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