The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1890-08-27
- Railing Passion stroag Even 70 the
Last Observation-Disclosures Of Final
Uttoranoea

have literature that dissects the faults
Id foiblss and habits Of great mon, there
kould exist no collection Of the last words
celebrities. Scattered throughout biog-
ply are to bs found an immense num-
Of examples, many Of them cu1iously
rikine, which only await the industry
the bookmaisr Of these Thoughts
al breathe and words that burn"
om shelf Of ones bookcase, In
led, ono can find illustrations and to spare.
Drhaps one Of tho noblest Of deathbed ut
RANGES was that Of J. B. Green, whose last
prds were, II die learning" Il ID almost
prthy Of ranking with the famous words
Gen. Wolf. who, while in the agonies Of
ath, was reused with the cries Of ''They
a." and eagerly asked, "Who run?" On
ing told, 1.-THE French" he exclaimed.
thank God, die contented." Il thank
3D." said the great Nelson, "that have
ne my duty" a. the guns thundered over
I'D proolaiming the victory Of Trafalgar
le scholar and the warrior thus alike look
ck upon their life's work. It is not sell
N that we find soldiers proud OF having
me their duty; but Green's utterance re-
cts the eternal character of the stu-
hts labors, which only end az they
gan. The dying Goethe exclaimed, More
hit" and the words had possibly double
hse, although their first meaning I'M
ubtedlv applied to the waning twilight of
earthly day. It ia not seldom that we
no an instance of the ruling passion
ong in death.
God bless you," was the dying express
IN Of DR.. johnson, who addressed 1t to
les Morris, tho sister Of the beautiful girl
% sat to Reynolds for his picture Of
ope Nursing Love-" These were also the
IKE; while Sir Walter Scott, in his last
pments of consciousness, invoked the
ssing of heaven upon his sons and
lighters. "Joy'' was the last utteranoe Of
mes =. aan Maofintosh, III historian m.
aries Matthews, the great actor,
a with the words II am ready
his lips, which remind rs irresistibly Of
|. Newcome's death, more real to most
'ple than. many in real life, and Of the
hoe to tAttSsm" It is difficult and per-
lent NSss to institute companions, but
Al, kkzpessible, ~e imagine, to find
benz ,sNL Words than those of Gen. Wash
td2S,Nfxm about to die, and am not
aid I'd de-" There ID . calm heroism in
IN which seems to show us that the great
der had conquered the king of terrors.
tonderful. wonderful, this death" that
ms to indicate philosophic calm-they
DYING" said Thomas Hood just before
end, and his biographer tells rs that he
Is expressed gratitude for coming rest.
10 shall say what was the mean
Of Charles rs Remember
Z was there not q grim
~ as we'll as perhaps an unconscious
hos in the expression Of the merry
march, who apologized to his courtiers
the trouble he had caused them-"I
I hope you will excuse it." As Lord
cauley remarks: "This was the last
npse of that exquisite urbanity 80 often
nd potent to charm away the resent
at of Justly incensed nation" "This
i'd hath offended was the last and
,lest utterance of Crammer, as extending
right hand he watched it consume away
the flames. And Latimer, addressing
LEY at the stake, exclaimed in tones of
lmph, "This day we light candle in
gland which will never be extinguished."
hero not something irresistbily touch
in Douglas Jerold's last words: Il feel
ne waiting and waited for?" Frank Buck
d, it is said, shortly before his death, re-
Fixed: II am going on long journey to
range country, and / shall see many
lnge animals by the ways" and, whether
!, be we'll founded or not, it is certainly
racteristic of the great naturalist. A
afe without Gods lesser but lovely crea-
was impossible to such lover of ma
>. Mozart died singing the alto part of
Requiem" while his friends took the
rano and bass. Happy, supremely
py," Lord Lyndhurst exclaimed as he
dying in the dining-room surrounded
ibis fathers pictures, and able to look
upon career of rarely successful Of
:. Sleep am asleep already; am
ing in my Sleep" was the expression Of
liei Wilson on the night of his death,
oh reminds us of Shelley's beautiful
.s:
Eow wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother. Sleep.
u Eldon resignedly remarked in re-
der to the information that it was a
day, it being, in point of fact, one Of
severest frosts that had occurred for
" years, that it mattered not to him
hot or cold. 1t is perhaps, hardly fair
ay any great stress upon the last after
% of Swift, which are recorded as being:
m what am; am what am" for he
ed away in an almost total eclipse of
llect. 81 am not going to die, am I?''
rlotte Bronte asked her husband after a
short months of married life, He will
s sspsy.sse a ns T there have Is n 1ssR
is pathetic in this when We
iember what stormy and sorrowful
she had passed through. There is, too.
ething saddening, if characteristic, in
Ter Goldsmith's farewell words when
loctor asked "Is your mind at ease?'
he replied sorrowfully. NO, it 10 not;"
it is fair to add that it seems to have
in his mind q nature Of remorse for
ng taken his own remedies in spite of
circumstances of his medical advisers.
to, as everybody remembers, exclaimed,
tly before his death, II feel tho flowers
ring over me-" beautiful conception
ihy of one of our greatest poets. An
poet. Torquato Tasso, died saying,
extreme difficulty, SIN manus tuas,
,ine.' which was curiously like the
z prayer of Martin Luther.
Az days are passed as shadow that re-
. not, were the last words of Richard
keT, but they were not spoken 20 much
greet for wasted hours az for his labors
g at an end before they were completed.
phi Addison. when dying, called, it ia
the young Earl of Warwick, his wife's
very dissipated young man, to his
ide, saying: II have sent for you that
may zee how q Christian can die"
per's was sad death-bed. Asked how
1T, he replied: Feel! I feel unutter-
unutterable despairr' His last words
TO a lady Who offered him . cordial:
at does it siRnify?" When Lord Law
p lay On his death bed, apparently un-
to speak or recognize any one, his wife
DO you know meY' To which he re-
quite audibly. ITO my last gasp, my
nR." and \ few minutes later, BREATH
he words. II am 60 weary" ~ paansA
q TllEs ves Alak ~ - ssti1sis