The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1890-07-26
THEIR LAST r

THEIR LAST WORDS.
3ssth-Bed Utterances Of Some Of tn.
Worlds Famou Men.
An intensely interesting volume
night be made up of the dying words
md speeches of men whom the worlc
,alls famous, says Once a Week. They
lave all had to pass in their chips like
;he most insignificant of us, and their
inal exits from tho great stage have
,een generally edifying and always
characteristic.
"God be praised," exclaimed Wolfe:
The hero Of Quebec, on learning that the
French were giving away in every Ill
'ection. II die happy" His antagonist:
Montcalm, also received q mortal
wound while endeavoring to rally his
men, and when told that his end was ap'
preaching made answer: $50 much the
better; l shall not live to Q the sur
lender of Quebec"
81 pray thee, see me up safe, but fol
ny coming down I can shift for my
,elf," remarked Sir Thomas More, OBJ
.erving the weakness of the scaffold.
81 heard say the exocutioner was very
good and I have a little neck" said
Anne Boleyn, putting her hands about
t and laughing heartily.
The unhappy Charles I. expired with
;he word Remember" on his lips, and
The last words attributed ''Buckshot'
Forster we're mo home rule" while
aabelais calmly remarked: "Drop the
curtain, the farce is played out"
With some presentiment that they
ire about to die is the first symptom o,
approaching death. Mozart wrote his
:equiem under the conviction that the
monument he was erecting to his geuius
would prove a monument to his own re-
mains. When life was cbbing fast he
jailed for the score, and as he unused
over it he said: "Did l not tell yor
:ruly that 1t was for myself that I com.
posed this death chant?" Bewick, the
famous wood engraver, was last en-
3loyed upon a representation OF 1.-THE ole
1orse waiting for DEATH" and Hogartt
Ilelineated the death of all things. and
having given it a last touch, seized his
palette and broke it in pieces, remark
.ng: II have finished"
Many remarkable instances may also
90 cited in which the dying lips mur
nur out the names Of friends and the
occupations and recollections of pas
.ife. Goethe's dying lips murmuree
something about a beautiful womani
ACE, and Napoleon's last thoughts wert
:.or the head of his army, while Disraeli
,ome quarter of an hour before hin
ieath, raised himself a little in his bee
md stretched himself out in the old ia
niliar way that hes was wont when ris
.ng to reply in debate, while his lip
moved in silence.
De Lagny, the great mathematician
was asked the square OF twelve wher
ne was no longer able to recognize hit
friends about his bed, and mechanical.
answered: ''One hundred and forty
Tour" No less striking were the las
words Of Lord Tenterden, the famous
english Judge. Some time before hi
Heath he had been delirious and talked
lincoherently, but presently recovering
lnis composure and raising himself from
his pillow he was heard to say in slow
snd solemn tones, as when he used tx
conclude his summing up in cases o:
great Importance: "And now, gentle
men of the jury, you will consider you,
verdict"
Sometimes the strained thread break,
with q sudden snap. 1t was in this way
hat Boileau expired from the effects o:
iropsy. Afriend entered the room where
40 was sitting, and tho poet, in ont
ind the same breath, bid him hail ant
farewell. "Good-day and adieu," sale
ae, sit will be q very long adieu," ane
instantly expired.
"Come and lie down." entreated Dick
ans sister-in-law, when it became evi
tent that a fit was upon him. "Yes, OF
;he ground" he said, very distinctly, al
1e slid from her arm and fell to the
ioor.
Edmund Kean made his final exit in
he middle of the greatest scene of his
,reatest play. sect me of, Charles
10 gasped, "I'm dying!' His son lee
lim of, and all was over. And Phelps
Who had q superstitious horror of the
vord farewell" while acting Wolsey
md actually uttering the ominoul
words:
FAREWELL long farewell to oil my greatness
,roke down, and the curtain slowly
dropped upon him for the last time.
Many instances are on record where
,ersons have continued to jest though
.onscious that the end was at hand
We shall soon meet again." were the
ast words Of Louis XIV. to Mime. de-
d~aintenon, and the murmured rejoinder
la pleasant rendezvous he is giving me
hat man never loved any n but him
elf"
SIS there nothing on earth I can d.
or you?" said Taylor to Wilcot, as hi
az on his dcath-bed. "Give me bacl
10y youth" were the last words Of thu
lively, If sc%urrilous, poet. who, under
he title Of Peter Pindar, amused the
after end of the eighteenth century.
A Dog That Was Very Wise.
They were telling dog stories yester
az in the agricultural department.
avs the Atlanta Constitution, and, ate,
Walter De Wolf had narrated some o:
he remarkable instances of his dogs
,onderful intelligence, Will Henderson
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