Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-01-10
THEIR LAST WORDS.
Deathbed t~tteranccs of Some OF the
Worlds Famous Men.

Deathbed ttterances of Some OF tho
Worlds Famous Men,
An intensely interesting volume
might be made up of the dying words
and speeches Ct men whom the world
calls famous. They have all had 10
pass ia their chips like the most inSig.
~niticant of us, and their final exits
from the great stage have been gcncr.
ally edifying, and always character
istic.
God be praised" exclaimed Wolfe,
the hero Of Quebec, Oh learning that
the French were giving way in every
direction; II shall die happy" His
antagonist. Moutcalm, also received a
mortal wuuud while eEdeavoring to
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
my coming down ! can shift for my
self" remarked Sir Thomas More,
Observing the weakness of the scaf.
fold. Il heard say the cXecutioner
was very good aud | have a little
heck" said Anne Boleyn. putting her
hands about it and laughing heartily.
The unhappy Charles | expired with
the word Remember" OF his lips,
and the last words attributed TO
"Buckshot" Forster were mo Home
Rule" while habClais calmly 4.
marked, Drop the curtain. the farce
Is played out"
With some a prcscntimeut that they
are about 10 die Is tue first symptom OF
approaching death. Mozart wrote his
requiem under the convection that the
monument he was erecting To his
genius would prove a monument 10
his W remains. When life was ebb-
ing fast he called for the score; and
as he unused over il he said. Did |
not tell you truly that it was for my
self that composed this death chant"
Bewlck, the famous wood engraver,
was last employed upon a representa-
ton of the old horse waiting for
DEATH" and llogarth dclineated the
end of all things, and having given il
a last touch. seized lis palette and
broke It IN pieces, remarking: Il have
finished"
Many remarkable instances may
also be cited in which the diving lips
murmur out the names of friends and
the occupations and rccollections of
past life. Goethe's dying lips muir.
INJURED something about a beautiful
woman's face. and Nspoleon's last
thoughts were for head of hisarmy,
while Dlsllcli. sOne quarter of an hour
before his death, raised himself a little
in his bed ard stretched himself ont in
tue old familiar way that was his wont
when rising 10 reply in debate. while
his lips moved in silence.
De Lagny, the great mathematician,
was asked tie square Of twelve when
he was nc longer able TO recognize his
friends about his bed, and mechani.
caily answered, One hundred and
fo~rty-four.' No less striking were the
last words Of Lord Tenderdcn, the IA.
nous English judge. Some time be.
fore his death he htl been delirious
and talked i~ncoherently. but presently
recovering his composure and raising
himself from his pillow, he was heard
to say in slow aud solemn tones. as
when he used to conclude his sum.
ming up in cases of great importance.
And now, gentlemen of the jury,
you will consider your verdict"
Sometimes the strained thread
breaks with a Sudden snap. Ii was in
this way that Boileau expired from
the effects Of a dropsy. \ friend ell
tered the room where lie was sitting.
and the poet. in one and the same
breath. bid him hail and farewell.
"Good-day and adieu,' said he; lit
will be a very long Gdieu." and in
stantly died.
Come and lie down." cntreated
Dickens sistur-in.law, when il became
evident that q IL vas upon him. ''Ncs,
ON the ground he said very distinct
ly, as he slid from her arm and fell
to the floor.
Edmund Kcan made his final exit
in the middle Of the greatest scene
of his greatest play. Get Inc off.
Charles he gasped, "l'm dying!"
Ills son leu nlhl Oh, ana all was over.
And Phelps, who had a superstitious
horror Of the word farewell, while
acting Wolsey, and actually uttering
the ominous words:
Farewell. a long farewell to all my greatness.
broke down, and the curtain slowly
dropped upon him for the last time.
Many instances are OH record where
persons have continued to Jest though
conscious that the end was at hand.
1--WE shall Don meet again." were the
last words of Louis XIV to Nine. de
Maintenon. and the murmured rejoin-
der, "a pleasant rendezvous lac is Civ
ing me; that man never loved any one
but himself"
SIS there nothing on earth l can do
for your said Taylor TO Wolcot, as he
lay on his deathbed. 'Give me back
my youth" were the last words of the
lively if scurrilous poet, who under
the title Of Peter Pindar amused the
latter end Of the Eighteenth century.
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