The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1890-10-31


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 able to look back upon a
career OF rarely successful effort.
''Sleep-l am asleep already; I am talk
ing in my sleep" was the. expression OF
Daniel Wilson on the night of his death,
which reminds US Of SheIly's beautiful
lines:
"How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother S-ear."
Lord Eldon resignedly remarked in re-
joinder TO the information that il was a
cold day, it being, in point of fzct, one
of the severest frosts that had occurred
for many years, that it mautered not 10
him whore he was going whether the
weather was hot or cold. 1t is, perhaps,
hardly fair TO lay any great stress upon
the last utterances Of Swift. which are
recorded as being: 81 am what / am; [
am what l am" for he passed away in
the midst OF an almost total eclipse OF
intellect Il am not going to die, am
I|' Charlotte BrOnte asked her hus-
band after a few short months of mar
rted life: He will not separate rs; we
have been so happy" and there is much
that is pathetic in this when we re
member what stormy and sorrOwful
lie she had passed through. There is.
too, something saddening, if charac-
rerisJic, in Oliver GoldswitL's farewell
words when his doctor asked: 'Is your
mind At ease2" and he replied, sorrow
fully: 'No, IL IS not" but il is fair to
add that there seems TO have been in his
mind q natural remorscf 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: Il feel the
flowers growing over me- a beautiful
conception, worthy Of one Of our greatest
poets Another poet TorlUato Tasso,
died saying, with extreme difficulty:
In manus tuas, Domino" which was
curiously Ike the dying prayer OF
Martin Luther.
My days arc passed as . 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,
on, q very dissipated young man, to
is bedside, saying: 4 have sent for
5ou that you may see how a Christian
;an die" COwper's was a sad deatl-bed.
Asked how he felt, he replied: Feel!
I feel unUtterable, Unutterable despair
His last words were 10 lady who Of
tcrcd him q cordial. What does It sig
nify?" When Lord Leverence lay on
his death-bed, apparently unable to
speak or recognize any one, his wife
said: do you know me?" To which he
replied, quite audibly: ITO my last
gasp, my darling" and a few minutes
later, breathing the words: .'Pm so
weary" no passed away. There was
much that was artificial about Pope's
death-bed. His attempt to write an
essay on the immortality of the soul
seems unreal, and his last words:
"Fhcra is nothing which is meritorious
but virtue and friendship, and, indeed,
friendship itself IS only q part OF vir-
tue, read more like copy book maxim
than confession of faith. And il is
difficult to believe that Bolingbrolze
was sincere, even when, bending over
the dying poet, he exclaimed: so, Godl
what is man?'' Mr.. Justice Talfour
died in the midst of delivering a charge
to the grand jury at Stratford, defining
the needs Of a 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, but
sympathy" when he was struck with
apoplexy. He could hardly have framed
a nobler sentiment As Humboldt lay
dying the sun shOne brightly into the
room, and he exclaimed: How grand
these rays; they seem to beclon earth.
TO Heaven" But we doubt whether
there are any last words more pathetic
than those OF the dying schoolmaster,
who exclaimed with his last breath: at
grows dark, boys. You may go hOme"