Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-05-06
LAST WORDS OF GREAT MEN.
How Many nj Them We're Actually spoken
by Their Repule Authors?

~ Ah'hi ts'pit ei authorss
An intensely Interesting volume
might BE- made up of the dying words
and speech = of men whom tie world
calls famous. Their final exits from
the great stage have been generally
edifylug and always characteristic.
God be- praised. exclaimed Wolfe,
the hero of Quebec, ou learning That
the French were giving way III every
direction. II die happy His antago.
MIST, Nontcalm. also received mortal
wound whine en~deavoring Ia rally his
men, and when told that his end was
approaching made answer: 80 much
the better; | shall not live To see the
surrender of Quebec"
II pray thee, See me up safe, but for
the coming down | can shit for my.
self, remarked Sir Thomas More, OBJ
serving the weakness of the scatfold.
IL heard say the eXecutioner was
very good. and | have a little neck"
said Anne Boleyn, putting her hands
about 1t and laughing heartily.
The unhappy Charles | expired with
the word Remember" on his lips, and
the last words attributed 'Buckshot"
Forster were NO home rule while
Rabelais calmly remarked: Drop the
curtain, the farce is played out"
With some 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 TO 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 il. he said: did /
not tell you truly that il was for my
self that | composed this death chantiT
Bewick. the famous wood eigraver,
was last employed upon a representa-,
ton of The old horse waiting for
festh,' and Hogarth delineated til,
teath Of all things, aud having giver
ma last touch, sized his palette anc
scoke IT in pieces w~ngarking: Il have
finished"
Many remarkable instances may
also be cited in which the dying lip
mulmur out tie names of friends anc
the o%ccupatIol , and recollections 81
past life. G,rthe's dying lips muir
murey somctUing about "a beautiful
woman's fac. and Napoleon's last
thoughts W ~. 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 ont in the old familiar way
that he WAS wont when rising e reply
IN debate, while his lips moved il
silence.
DE Lagny, the great mathematician,
was asked the square of twelve when
ne Vas no longer able Ia recognize hR
triendsabout his bed. and mechanically
answered Iii No less striking were
she last word, of Lord Tenterden, tia
famous English Judge. Some time
before his death he bad been delirious
aud talking incoberently, but present.
ly recovering his composure and rails.
ing himself from his pillow, he was
heard Ia say. in slow and solemn
tones. as when he used to conclude his
summing up III cases of great import
ance And now, gentlemen of ti;s
jury, you will consider your verdict"
Sometimes the 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 vas sitting, and
the poet, in one and the same breath,
bid him hail and farewell. Good
day and adieu," said he; 1T will be .
very long adieu," and instantly <
pired. Once "A Week.