Morning journal and courier., 1880-04-12
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what is thisa It Is death, my boy, and they have : deceived us."
 The Danish sovereign, Frederick V., great ly beloved by his subjects, cried, 'tThere Is not drop of blood on my hands," as he passed away.
 i Henry VIII, who had altered the whole , coarse of monastic life in England, exclaims, ''Monks :! monks monks p Edward VI, the wan boy King, with his fast-fading eyes, commended his soul to God. Lord, take my spirit j" and Cromwell, as he listened to the discourse of those about him, said, 'Then am safe, and was silent forever.
 The last words of Charles I. on the scaffold to Archbishop Juxson was f'Remember,' 're- ferring to his desire that his son Charles should forgive his fathers murderers. Anne Boleyn, in the same terrible situa- tion, clasped her fair neck saying, 'sIt is small, very small ;" and Sir Thomas More, as he yielded himself to the executioner said, "For my coming down let me shift for myself"
 Joan of Arc, at the stake, ended her event. ful, stormy life with our Saviours name upon her lips, as brave as Gen. Wolfe, who, dying on the battlefield, and hearing of the enemy's retreat cried, "Whatl do they run already? Then I die happy" or Sir Philip Sidney, after he had relinquiahed the draught of water to an humber comrade, though parched with thirst, turned him round to die, saying sLet me behold the end of this world with all it's vanities.
 Mirabsau desired to die while delicious strains of music hoatsd on the air, but his last utteranoe was demand for Iaudanum to drown pain and consciousness
 Mozsrt's last words were, ''Let me hear once more those notes SO long my solace and delight;" Haydn, forgstful of his art, cried, "God preserve my Emperor"
 Algeri's sympathetic nature displayed itself in "Clasp my hand, dear friend, I die"
 Goethe cries, sLight, more ight;" Tasso, "In tuos manns, Domine;" Byron, ''Come, come, no weakness; let's be man to the last; I must sleep now" And those who saw his ep1baln,ed body in 1S24 when brought to England from Missolonghi in the Florida, and removed to Sir Edward Knatchbulls house in Great George street, where the coffin was opened, describe the face as of marble white ness, the expression that of stern quietude, lying wrapped in his blue cloth cloak, the throat and head uncovered, crisp, curling locks, slightly streaked with gray, clustering over the temples, the profile of exceeding beauty.
 Boileau congratulated himself, as he closed his eyes upon this world, upon the purity of his works, saying 'It is great consolation to poet about to die that he has never written anything injurious to virtue :" and Sir Walter Scott little thinking his end was so near, said, ''l feel as if were myself again."
 Dr. Johnson, the rough, kind heart, who loved good hater, died as he said to Miss Morris, God bless you, my dear"
 Washington, at Mt. Vernon, cried, 'tIt is we'll"
 Franklin's last words were "A dying man can do nothing easily"
 Mime de Stael, whose trial was her enforced absence from her native land, died saying: 1T have loved my God, my father, and my IIber- ty."
 Hannah More's last words were: Patty joy;" Grotius, ''Be serious;" Hsller, "The artery ceases to beat ;" Adams Independence forever" Jefferson, "I resign my soul to God, my daughter to my country" Locke, to Lady Masham, who was reading the Psalms, "Ceass now ;" and poor Lamb, after the most self-sacrifcing existence, wrote his last words to @ friend, My bedfellows are cramp and cough-we tEree sleep In bed"
 Bishop Broushton's last words were: 'Let the earth be filled with His glory" Archbish- op Sharpe, 1T shall be happy" Bishop Ken, Gods will be done;" Farr, Crsnmer, Hoop CT, and George Herbert, 'Lord, receive my spirit :" and these are but few of many such
 The Prince Consort confirmed the impression that prevails that the dying have sometimes foretaste of coming happiness. q have such sweet thoughts" were his last words.