Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1885-07-26

with tho old power OF spif"' uie.a'co W
one of them. among other things, m
/" instruction " for some ambassador
inst leaving" four quarto pages,
which" says Herzbug, "would have
done honor to the most experienced
minister and in the evening he sign
cd his missives as usual. This evening
still-but no evening more. We are
now At the last scene Of all, which ends
This strange, eventful history, Wedncs-
day morning. General adjutants, secre-
,arrs, commandant, were there at their
old hours. but word came out, " Secre-
tsries are to wait" King is IN kind
of sleep, Of stertorous, ominous charac-
ter. as il it were the death sleep; seems
not to recoll.ct himself when he does
at intervals open his eyes. This
slumberous, half-stupefed condition
lasted through the day. Toward eve
ming the feverishness abated; the King
fell into a soft sleep, with warm per-
spiration, but, on awakening, complain
ed Of cold, repeatedly Of cold, demand
ing wrappage after wrappage; and, on
examining feel and legs, one of the doc
tors made signs that they were, in fact,
cold up nearly to the knee. What
said he of the feet" murmured the
King some time afterward, the doctor
having stepped out of sight. Mach
the same as BEFORE answered
some attendant. The King shock
hi. head, insredulous. He drank
once, graspins the goblet with
both hands, a drasght Of fennel water,
his customary drink and seemed re-
lieved BY it, his last rejection in this
world. Toward 0 in the evening there
had come on a continual short cough
and rafting in the breast, breath
more and more difficult. Why con-
tinue! Friedrich is making exit on
the common terms you nay hear
the curtains rustling down. For
most part he was unconscious,
never more than half-censoious.
As the wall clock above his
head struck ii he asked: "What
o'clock" Eleven" answered they.
"At T." murmured he, IL will rise"
One Of hi, dogs sat on its stool near
him. About midnight he noticed it
shivering for cold. "Throw a quilt
over it," said or becksned he. That,
I think, was his last completely con-
scious utterance. Afterward, in a Sc
we're choking fit, getting at last rid Of
the phlegm, he said La montague
est passee, nous irons mieux." We
are over the hill, We shall 40 better
now"
Attendants, HeNberg, Sale, and one
or two others were in the outer room,
none in Friedrich's but Strutzki, his
Kammerhussar, one Of three who arc his
sole Wallets and nurses: faithful, in
genious man, as they all seem to be,
and excellently chosen for the object.
Strutzki, to save the King from huSt-
ling 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 Strutzki's
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. With
in doors all is silence, except this
breathing; around it the dark earth
silent above it the silent stars. At
2:20 the breathing paused, wavered.
ceased. Friedrich's life battle is fought
out. Instead Of suffering and sore Ia
Dor, here is now rest. Thursday morn
ing, August II, 1886, at the dark hour
Just named. On the 3lst Of May last
this King had reigned forty-six years.
/" He has lived" counts Rodenbeck,
" seventy-iour years six months and
twenty -four days"
His death seems very stern and
lonely; a man Of such affectionste feel
ings, too :" q man with more sensibility
than other men!" But so had his
whole life been, stern and lonely such
the severe law laid on him.
OLIVER CROMWELL.
1t is Carlyle again who furnishes his
own unapproachable delineation Of the
last scene in the earthly career Of Eng
lands 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 Puritsnism-a great light, one
Of our few authentic solar luminaries,
going down now amid the clouds Of
death. Like the setting Of
great. victorious summer sun, its
course now finished. $50 stirJt
ein Held" says Schiller. $50 dies a
hero. Sight worthy TO be vorshipped !"
lie died, this hero Oliver. in reSigna-
ton to God. as the brave have all done.
1--WE could not be more DESTROYS that
he should abide" says the pious Har-
vey, 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 CLEAN
ings Of last words, and then our poor
history ends.
Among the calculations caught up at
intervals during the final days are the
following i think | am the poorest
wretch that lives, but / love God, OF
rather, am beloved of God" 81 ana
conqueror, and more than a conqueror,
through Christ that Strengthened me ;"
so pass in the sick-room, in the sick
bed, these last, uncertain days. The
godly persons had great assurances of
return to their prayer -; transcendeut
human wishes find in their own echo
kind OF answer. They gave his High
ness also some assurance that his life
would be heightened. Hope was strong
in many to the very end.
Fer several days the conflict lasted,
and then, when the morrow's sun rose,
Oliver was speeches.; between aud
4 in the afternoon he lay dead. Fri
day, September 3, 1858" The con-
sternation and establishment of all peo-
ple,' writes Fauconburg, "are mex
prsssible their hearts seem as if sunk
within them. Nv poor wife-I know