The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1885-08-05

ufauEnt OF tennel water, us Customary
drink, and seemed relieved by
it, his last rejection in this world. Toward
nine in the evening there had come on a con-
tinual short cough and a rafting in the
breast. breath more and more difficult Why
cOntinue2 Frederick is making exit on the
common terms; you may hear the curtain
rustling down. For most part he was un-
conscious, never more than half-consciOus.
As the wall clock above his head struck eleven
he asked: what o'clock Eleven" an
swered they. "At four, murmured he, twill
rise" One of his dogs sat on its stool near
him: about midnight he noticed it shiyering
for cold. Throw quilt over it," said or
beckOned he that, L think was his last COM
pletely conscious utterance. Afterward, IN
a severe coughing fit, getting at last rid of
the phlegm, he said LA montague est
passee, nous irons mieux." 1--WE are over
che hill. we shall 20 better now"
Attendants Herzberg, Sale and one or
two others. were in the outer room, none in
FIederickS but Strutzki, his kammerhuSSar,
one of three who are his sole Wallets and
nurses faithful, ingenious man, as they all
seem to be, and excellently chosen for the
object Strutzki. to save the King from hus-
Ting down as he always did, into the corner
of his chair, where, with neck and chest bent
forward, breathing was impossible, at last
took the King on his knee, kneeling on the
ground with his other knee for the purpose;
the Kings right arm round Strutzkis neck,
StrutZki's left arm round the Kings back,
and supporting his other shoulder; in which
posture the faithful creature for above two
hours sat motionless till the end came
Within doors all is silent, except this breath
ing; around ii the dark earth silent,
above it the silent stars. AT 2:20 the breath
ing paused, wayered. ceased, Frederick :
life battle is fought out; instead of
suffering and sore labor, here is now rest,
Thursday morning, August IL, 1855, at the
n - Of
last, this King had reigned fOrty-six years.
'.He has lived, counts Rodenbeck, Seven
ty-four years six months and twenty-fOur
DAYS"
His death seems very stern and lonely; a
man of such affectionate feelings, too; a
man with more sensibility than other men. y
But so had his whole life been, stern and
lonely; such the severe law laid on hint.
OLIVER CROMWELL.
1t is Carlyle again who furnishes his own
unapproachable delineation of the last scene
in the earthly career of Englands famous
Protector"
Truly it is a great scene of world history
this in old Whitehall-Oliver Cromwell
drawing nigh to his end. The exit of Oliver
Cromwell and of English Puritanism; great
light, one of our few authentic solar luminar
les going down now amid the clouds of death.
Like the setting OF great victorious sum-
mer sun, its course now finished. so stirbt
Elm Held" says Schiller. $50 dies a hero
Sight worthy to be worshiped," He died,
this hero Oliver, in resignation to God, as
the brave have all done. 1--WE could not be
more DESTROYS that he should abide" says
the piOus Harvey, than he was content and
willing to be gone" The struggle lasted
amid hope and fear, for ten days. Some
small miscellaneous traits and confused
gleanings of last words. and then our
poor history ends.
AmonO the eiacuIations caugb+ I'M M in
tervals during the final days are the follow
ing:
II think am the poorest wretch that
lives, but love God, or rather, am loved of
God" am cOnqueror, and more than a
cOnquerOr, through Christ that strengtheneth
me-" So pass in the sick room, in the sick
bed, these last, uncertain days. ''The godly
persons had great assurance of return to
their prayers" transcendent human wishes
find in their own echo kind of answer
They gave his highness also some assuranc
that his life would be heightened. Hope wa
strong in many to the very end.
For several days the conflict lasted, and
then, when the mOrrow's sun rose, Oliver
was speechleSS; between 3 and 4 in TIE after
noon he lay dead. Friday, September 3. 1858
THE CONSERVATION and establishment of all
people" writes Fauconberg, care inexpres-
sible; their hearts seem as if sunk within
them. Ny poor wife-I know not what on
earth to do with her. When seemingly qui-
eted she bursts out again into passion that
tears her very heart in pieces" Hush, poor
weeping Mary Here is a life battle right
nobly DONE Seestthou not
"The storm is changing into a calm
At his command and will;
SO that the waves which ragged before
Now quiet are and still
MARSHAL BLUCHER.
Few words tell the story of the death of
him who saved Waterloo to the British. but
faf.fla
and show how inseperable is the professional
warrior from his sword and its use. The ac-
count is painfully brief: His sovereign Wis
tied him in his last moments at his chateau
in Silesia, TO which he had retired. 81 know
/ shall die" said the veteran. Il am not sor-
~ for it, seeing that am no longer of any
use
SIR CHARLES TAPER.
Sir Charles Napier one of the preemin-
entity fighting heroes of the English army
though not one OF the towering leaders among
armed men, still may be appropriately no.
noticed in this connection. He bore the
pail at the burial of the Duke of yelling
ton, and this funeral was the prelude to his
own. On the morning OF August %. 1858, he
expired like a soldier, on a naked camp
Deadstead, the windows of the room open,
and the fresh air of heaven blowing in on his
manly face. Surrounded by mis- family and
some of his brothers, he died. All his grieve
ing servants were present, ana at MS leet
stood two veterans of his regiment, gazing
with terrible emotion at the countenanct
then setting in death which they had first
seen beaming in the light OF battle. As the las
breath escaped, Montague McMurdo snatched
the old colors of the Twenty-second Regi-
ment, the colors that had been borne at
Meanee and Hyderabad, and waved them
over the dying hero. Thus Charles Napier
passed from this world. An intrepid soldier
in his life he died amid trophies of battle,
and his camp be was his bier. The colors
of the Twenty-second gently waved over
him, and between them the grand picture of
Meanee leaned forward above his pale, heroic
eountenance as if to claim his corpse for that
bloody field.
JOAN OF ARC.
The strangest military phenomenon of all
history was Joan of Arc and her cruelty pa
thetic end has enshrined her in the choicest
tragic romance of the race. Those whom
she had delivered repudiated and sacrificed
her, and history has no parallel to this CO.
/ lossal ingratitude. In 1431 she was put to
death. The frightful ceremony of burning
| her began with a sermon. One of the lights
| of Tho In nf Paris rrqacbod rInor tho