Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1890-11-06

An puNhithoi ~ 10 obihS ohotp Wy DO~
fore his death remarked: II am going
on long journey to a strange country
and shalt see many TRANCE animals by
the way" and, whether Shis DO we'll
founded or not, 1t is certainly character
istic of the great naturalist. A future
without Gods lesser but lovely creation
was impossible to such lover of
nature. Mozart died singing the alto
part of his Requiem" while friends
took the soprano and bass Happy,
supremely happy" Lord Lynd-
hurst exclaimed as he lay dying in the
dining-room surrounded by his fathers
pictures, and ablc to look back upon
career of rarely successful effort
"Slcep-l am asleep already; am talk
ing in my Sleep" was the expression Of
Daniel Wilson on the night of his death,
which reminds us Of Shelly's beautiful
lines: .HAE1sAt a..
"How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother Sleep"
p Lord Eldon resignedly remarked in re-
joindcr to the information that it was
cold day, it being, in point of fact, one
Of the severest frosts that had occurred
for many years, that it mattcred not to
him where he was going whether tho
weather was hot or cold. 1t is, perhaps,
hardly fair to lag any great stress upon
the last utterances of Swift, which are
recorded as being: 81 am what am; |
am what am" for he passed away in
the midst of an almost total eclipse Of
intellect 81 am not going to die, am
I"' Charlotte Bronte asked her hus-
band after few short months OF mar
ried life; "He will not separate us; we
have been so happy" and there is much
that is pathetic in this when we re-
member what stormy and sorrowful
life she had passed through. There is,
too, something saddcning, il charac-
teristic, in Oliver Goldsmiths farewell
words when his doctor asked: ''Is your
mind at ease?" and he replied sorrow
fully: "No, it is not" but it is fair to
add that there seems to have been in his
mind natural remorse for having taken
his own remedies in spite of the remon-
strances of his medical advisers. Keats,
as everybody remembers, exclaimed,
shortly before his death: 81 feel tho
flowers growing over me-" q beautiful
conception, worthy of one of our greatest
poets Another poet, Torquato Tasso,
died saying, with extreme difficulty:
SIN manus tuas, Domino" which was
curiously like the dying prayer Of
| Martin Luther.
MY days are passed as a shadow that
| returns not" were the last words of
| Richard Hooker, but they were not
spoken so much in regret for wasted
| hours as for his labors being at an end
before they were completed. Joseph
Addison, when dying, called, it is SAID
the young Earl of Warwick, his wife's
son, IA very dissipatcd young man, to
his bedside, saying: al have sent for
you that you may see how Christian
can die" Cowper's was sad death-bed.
Asked how he felt, he replied: ''Feeli
feel unutterablc, unutterable despairr'
His last words we're to n lady who Of
fered him a cordial. 'What does 1t sig
nify?" When Lord Levorence lay on
his death-bed, apparently unable to
speak or recognize any one, his vito
said: "Do you know me?" To which he
replied, quite audibly: ''To my last
gasp, my darling" and a few minutes
later, breathing the words: Pm so
weary" he passed away There was
much that was artificial about Popo's
rdeath-bed. His attempt to write an
essay on the immortality of the soul
seems unreal, and his last words:
"Therc is nothing which is meritorious
but virtue and friendship, and, indeed,
friendship itself is only part of vir-
tue" read more like acopy-book maxim
than confession of faith. And it is
difficult to believe that Bolingbroke
was sincere, even when, bending over
the dying poet, he exclaimed 80, God
what is man." Mr.. Justice Talfour
died in tho midst of delivering charge
to the grand jury at Stratford, defining
the needs of closer connection between
rich and poor. He was saying: THAT
which is wanted to bind together the
bursting bonds.of the different classes
of this country is not kindness, bu'
sympathy" when he was struck witt
apoplexy. He could hardly have framed
a noblcr sentiment AS Humboldt lay
dying the sun shone brightly into the
room, and he exclaimed slow grant
these rays; they seem to beckon eartl
to Heaven" But wo doubt whethe
there are any last words more pathetic
than those of the dying sohoolmaster
who exclaimed with his last breath: ~
grows dark, bows. You may 20 home!