Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1892-07-10
lAsr woaOs OF eaeAr aen.
How May Il Thsm We're Actually Spoken
by Their Reputad Autherng

ny Their Reputsd Authsrss
An intensely interesting volume
might be made mp of the dying words
aud speeches Of men whom the world
calls famous. Their final exits from
the great stage have been generally
edifying and always characteristic.
God be praised, exclaimed Wolfe,
the hero of Quebec. ON learning that
the French we're giving way in every
direction, II die happy" His antago-
INST, Montcalm, also received q mortal
wound while endeavoring 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
the coming down i can shift for my
self, remarked Sir Thomas More, OBJ
serving the weakness Of the scaffold.
Il heard say the executioner was
very good, and / have a little neck"
said Anne Boleyn, putting her hands
about it 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 n 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 chantl'
Bewick, the famous wood engrayer,
was last employed upon representa-.
ton of THE old horse waiting for
death, and Hogarth delineated the
death Of all things, and having given
1t last touch, seized his palette and
broke it in pieces, remarking: Il have
finished
Many remarkable instances may
also be cited in which the dying lips
} murmur out the names of friends and
the occupations and recoliections ol
past life. Goethe's dying lips muir
INJURED something about beautiful
woman's face, and Napoleon's las
, thoughts were for the head of tn,
army, while Disraeli, some quarter Of
, an hour before his death, raised him
self little in his bed, and stretched
I himself out in the old familiar way
that he was wont when rising TO reply
Q in debate, while his lips moved il
Q silence.
DE Lagny, the great mathematician
+ was asked the square of twelve wher
r he was no longer able 10 recognize hi
! friendsabout his bed, and mechanicallN
d answered III" No less striking wer,
the last words of Lord Tenterden. III.
! famous English Judge. Some tim,
; before his death he had been deliriou
|. and talking incoherently, but present
ly recovering his composure and rails
ing himself from his pillow, he wa
heard to say, in slow and solemn
! tones, as when he used to conclude hi
summing up in eases of great import
|. ance: And now, gentlemen OF III
/. jury, you will consider your verdict.
: Sometimes the strained thread break
= with a sudden snap. II was in thi
d way that Boileau expired from til
effects of dropsy. A friend entere
i the room where he was sitting, an,
!. the poet, in one and the same breath
: bid him hail and farewell. "Goo
3 day and adieu, said he; lit will be
1 very long adieu," and instantly eS
pired. Once a Week.