Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1890-03-14

it shan,t cost You cent for board and
sleeping
And did do it? Most assuredly. | /
gave away the best part of all the oratory
| was going TO let off in big law suit
two days ahead. But l didn't stand on
the kitchen table while l did it
LAST WORDS OF FAMOUS MEN.
Some Death-Bed Utterances that Live in
the Pages of History.
God be praisedI" exclaimed Wolfe, the
hero of Quebec, on hearing that the French
were giving away In every direction; Il
die happy" His antagonist, Montcalm.
also received mortal wound while en-
deavoring to rally his men, and when told
that his end was approaching made an
swer: 80 much the better; shall not
live TO see the surrender of Quebec"
II play thee, see me up safe, but for my
coming down | can shift for myself, " re-
marked Sir Thomas Moore, observing the
weakness of the scaffoId Il heard say
the executioner was verv good and l
have a little neck, said Anne Boleyn. put
ting her hands about it and laughing
heartily.
The unhappy Charles | expired with the
word Remember on his lips. and the
last words attributed 'Buckshot" Foster
were No home rule, while Rebelai calm
ly remarked, Drop the curtain, the farce
Is played out.
With some a presentiment that they are
about to die Is the Hrst symptom of APP
preaching death, says Once Week. MOI
art wrote his requiem under the convic-
ton that the monument he was erecting
to his genius would prove monument
to his own remains. When life was ebb-
ing fast he called for the score; and as he
unused over it he said: Did | not tell
you truly that it was for myself that COM
posed this death chant?' Bewick, famous
wood engraver, was last employed upon a
| representation of the old horse waiting
| for death. - and Hogarth delineated the
end of all things, and having given it a
last touch, seized his palette and broke it
III pieces, remarking: Il have finished. "
Many remarkable instances may also be
cited in which the dying lips murmur out
! the names of friends and the occupations
| and recollectionS of past life Goethe'S
| dying lips murmured something about a
| beautiful Eoman's face, and Napoleon
last thoughts were for the head of his
| army, while Disrael, some quarter of an
| hour before his death. raised himself lit
| tie in his bed and stretched himself out in
| the old familiar way that he was wont
when rising to reply in debate, while his
| lips moved in silence.
| De Lagny, the great mathematician, was
asked the square of twelve when he was no
longer able to recognize his friends about
| his bed, and mechanically answered: lone
| hundred and forty four No less striking
were the last words of Lord Tenderden, the
famous English Judge. Some time before
his death he had been deliriouS and talked
incoherently, but presently recovering his
composure and raising himself from his
| pillow. he was heard to say in Il slow and
! solemn tone, as when he used to conclude
| his summing up in great cases of import
ance; And now. gent men of the jury,
you will consider your verdict
Sometimes the strained threads break
with sudden snap. 1t was in this way
| Boileau Expired from the effects Of dropsy.
A friend entered the room where was sit
! ting, and the poet in one and the same
breath bid him hale and farewell. Good
| day and adieu, said he; lit will be a very
long adieu, and instantly expired.
Come and lie down, entreated Dick
ems sister-in-law when it became evident
! that a tit was upon him. Yes, ON the
! ground" he said very distinctly, as he
slid from her arm and fell to the floor.
! Edmond keene made his final exit in
the middle of the greatest scene of his
| graetest play. "Get me off, Charles. - he
gasped, I'm dying" His son led him
off and all was over And Phelps, who
had a superstitious horror of the word,
farewell, " while acting Wolsey and actu-
ally uttering his ominous words
FAREWELL great farewell to all my
| gratenesS!" broke down, and the curtain
slowly dropped upon him for the last
| time.
| Many instances are on record where per-
! sons have continued to jest through con-
scious the end was at hand I'VE shall
soon meet again, were the last words of
Louis XIV to Nine. de Maintenon, and
| the murmured rejoinder. A pleasant rem
devious he is giving me; that man never
| loved any one but himself
1t there nothing on earth | can do for
you?' said Taylor to WiIcott, as he lay
on his death bed. Give me back my
| if scurriious poet. who under the title of
| Peter Pindar amused the latter end of the
eighteenth century
| Poverty in Australia.
Absolute, hopeless, helpless restitution
| is apparently not the monopoly of old and
crowded countries. According to the latest
| dispatches from Australia poverty has in
vaded a continent in which there would
| seem to be thousands of acres of land for
| every man who wished to take present of
them. In the city of Sidney, the capital
of New South Wales. five hundred per-
sons. men and women, without homes and
without work, were found sleeping in the
public parks few nights ago. If such
things happen in the green leaf what must
be expected in the dry?
Sidney is youthful city and is magnif-
Gently laid out. From its elevated places
the view of sea, mountain and woodland
forms, according to Mr. Froude's Oceanica
one of the most splendid spectacles in the
world. The city contains population of
about $50 600, composed of the very best
class of emigrants or their descendants.
All modern industries flourish, and the
agricultural products of the State are suf-
fcient to support a continent. New South
Wales is rich in nearly all natural re-
sources. The colony Is six times the size
of England or three times that of the Brit
ish Islands. and has a population Of lit
tie more than one million. while Great
Britain and Ireland have thirty-six mil
lion of people
The question arises with tremendous
force under such conditions: What can
be the cause or causes of abject poverty
in a country which has far more than
enough for all?" The time for answering
has not come yet. but Sir Henry Parkes.
the Prime Minister. who has convened the
conference to discuss Australian confeder-
alton. is evidently fully determined to deal
with the problem.
The Secret of Long Life.
Ladies Home Journal.
You sometimes see a woman whose old
age is as exquisite as was the perfect
bloom of youth. She seems condensed
sweetness and grace. You wonder how it
is her life has been a long and happy one.
Here are some of the reasons:
She knew how to forget disagreeable
things.
She understood the art of enjoyment.
She kept her nerves well in hand. and
inflicted them on no one.
She believed in the goodness of her own
daughters and in that of her neighbors.
She cultivated good digestion.
She mastered the art of saying pleasant
things
She did ROT exDac+ too much from her