Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1892-10-13

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Lord TsnnySon's HTnter Home on the Isle OF
Fight
When Tennyson awolle toward even
ing he could speak only in a weak
whisper. He thanked DR.. Dabbs and
Sir Andrew Clark for their faithful
attendance, and commended all of the
servants who had helped care for him
during his illness, and whispered a
word or two of gratitude to the nurses
AS the evening advanced the moon
rose in unusual splendor and flooded
the room with light. Tennyson
watched it through the curtainless
window, with his hand still resting be-
tween the leaves of "Cymbeline" At
1880 o'clock he was sinking fast. Hal
lam Tennyson gave him few spoon
fuls of brandy and milk; he swallowed
with difficulty, and was unable to
take further nourishment
At midnight he whispered very feebly
his last words to his wife. His finger
still ma ked the passage of "Cymbe-
line" which he had last read and thus
he died.
I'm all my experience" said Sir An
drew Clark, 81 never witnessed any
thing more glorious. There were no
artificial lights in the chamber. All
was darkness except for the silver
light of the full moon, which fell upon
the bed and played upon the features
of the dying poet like the halo in a
rembrandt picture"
THE end was beautiful, calm and
painless" said Hallam Tennyson. ''He
passed away as if in sleep, and the
watchers could hardly distinguish the
final moment"
During the last two days of his ILL
ness, Tennyson was told occasionally
of the hundreds of kilograms of in
quiry received at Aldworth, and he ex-
pressed repeatedly his gratitude that SO
many persons, far and near. were
watching. the course of his illness.
Hallam Tennyson read the dispa
from the queen each day, to which his
father listened with evident pleasure.
Lady Tennyson made a brave effort
to rally under her grief, but she is
almost pros trated by sorrow and
fatigue.
The poets death was learned only
after prolonged delay. Shortly before
o'clock the sky became clouded and a
cold rain began to fall. Most of the
reporters who had waited outside the
gate left. Some time later Sir Andrew
Clark left the house to take his carriage
for London. and from him came the
first news of the poets death.
Lord Tennyson lies on the bed on
which he died. He looks hardly 60
years of age. The lines and wrinkles
have vanished from his face. and his
beard, usually unkcnpt. has been
trimmed and brushed. His hands are
folded on his breast, wreaths of laurel
are at his head and feet and Virginia
creepers and autumn leaves are scat
tered round him.
Although the surroundings of the
deathbed are solemnly impressive,
pains have been taken. in Difference to
the dead poets feelings. often expressed
to his family, to avoid every thing sug-
tive of funeral forms.
Lord TennySon was on the eve of de-
partUre for his beautiful winter home
on the Isle of Wight when he was
stricken down by the disease which
caused his death.
The space reserved in Westminster
abbey for Tennyson's body is just to
the left of Robert Browning's tomb.
No memorial service will be held in
Haslemere on Sunday, but it is under
stood the bishop of Winchester will
refer in his sermon at the parish church
to the poets death
The St. James Gazette SAYS: 1.-THE
poet of our age has gone, with his sing
ing robes about him, leaving a name
which will not die. 1t may be that
others scared higher and touched
deeper notes, but none spoke more
words which knock at the hearts of
the men of his time. He embodied all
that is best in the Victorian age. Since
Goethe none has had larger vision,
but the English owe him more than the
Germans owe Goethe"
The Pail Mall Gazette says: Ills
name will shine through the ages in
the poetical galaxy According to the
judgment of the civilized world, he
was immortal long before he died"
The Pail Mall Gazette adds that
Swinburne will proba ably succeed Ten
nyson as poet laureate, and that in
view of the ''abuses Swinburne has
lavished upon Mr.. Gladstone, the choice
would be characteristic, and an in
stance of great mans magnanimity."
The Evening News and Post says:
'He was the Mendelssohn of poets He
played upon the unvoiced emotions of
hearts. Posterity probably will not
reckon him as high as Milton or
Shakespeare. Even Browning had
loftier notes. None, however, upheld
better England's name and fame;
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