Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-04-10

LAST WORDS OF GREAT MEN.
How Many of Them We're Actually Spoken
by Their R@puted Authors.

Aow Many of Them Were Actually spokes
by Their Rrputed Authors
An intensely interesting volume
might be made up of the dying words
and speeches of men whom the world
calls famous. Their final exits from
the great stage have been generally
edifying and always characteristic.
God he praised. exclaimed Wolfe,
the hero of Quebec, on learning that
the French were giving way IN every
direction, II die happy" His antago-
mist, lontcslm, also receiyeda mortal
wound while cndeavoring Ia rally his
men, and when told that his end was
approaching made answer: so much
the better; | shall not live to see the
surrender of Quebec
Il pray thee, see me up safe, but for
the coming down can SHIFT for my
self" remarked Sir Thomas More, OBJ
serving the weakness of the scatfold.
II heard say the eXecutioner was
very good, and l have a little neck
said Anne Boleyn, putting her hands
about it and laughing heartily.
The unhappy Charles | expired with
the word Remember on his lips, and
the last words attributed "Buckshot'
Forster were mo home rule" while
Rabelais calmly remarked: Drop the
curtain, the farce is played out"
With some a presentiment that they
are about to die is the first symptoms
of approaching death. Mozart wrote
his requiem under the conviction that
the monument he was erecting 10 his
genius would prove a 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 vas for my
self that l composed this death chantG'
Bewick, the famous wood engraver,
was last employed upon "a representa-.
ton OF The old horse waiting for
DEATH" and Hogarth delineated the
death of all things, and having given
it a last touch, seized his palette and
broke it in pieces, renlarking: 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 muir.
INJURED something about a beautiful
woman's face, and Napoleon's last
thoughts were for the head Of the
army, while Disraeli. some quarter Of
an hour before his death, raised him
self a little 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
friendsabout his bed, and mechanically
answered ''l4i." No less striking were
the last words Of Lord Tenterden, the
famous English judge. Some time
before his death he had been delirious
and talking incoherently, but present
ly recovering his composure and rails
ing himself from his pillow, he was
heard to say, i'm slow and solemn
tones, as when he used to conclude his
summing up in cases of great import
ance: And now, gentlemen Of the
jury, you will consider your verdict"
Sometimes Che strained thread breaks
with a sudden snap. 1t was in this
way that Boileau expired from the
effects Of dropsy. A friend entered
the room where he was sitting, and
the poet, i'm one and the same breath,
bid him hail and farewell. Good
day and adieu,' said he; lit will be a
very long adieu," and instantly ex-
pired.-Once a Week.