Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-05-19
DEATH NOT TO BE FEARED.
Great Men Speak Words of Consolation
with Last Breath

As Sir Walter Scott lay dying he sum-
moned his great friend to his side by
motion of his hand, and whispered:
"L0ckhart. / may have but minute TO
speak to you. My dear, be good man
be virtuous be religious--be a good man.
Nothing else will give you any comfort
when you come to lie here.
Nelson in the midst of his gratefuiness
for having died VIGOROUSLY for England.
thought for flashing moment of his
early record in its relation to the life aft
or death. Doctor" he said to the sur
geon. II have not been great sinner.
On the other hand. there are innumeF-
able instances in the records of bog-
raphy pointing to the fact that men die
without thought of the world beyond.
Charles II. died thinking Of Poor Nell.
Sir Richard Grenville died with his
mouth full of oath. cursing the traitors
and dogs who had surrendered his little
Revenge to the Spaniards. History IS
full of such instances
Indeed. il is a memorable subject for
consideration, says Stevenson. with
what unconcern and gaiety mankind
runs on along the valley of the shadow
of death The whole way is one wilder
ness Of snares. and the end of it. for
those who fear the last pinch, is ire
vocable ruin. And yet we 80 spinning
tnIpuEn il al Iht parry lH III"
Derby"
A doctor tells me that in very long
hospital experience he has never known
Of a sensational deathhed The approa oh
of death is. as a rule. doubted. and up
to the last moment of consciousness the
passing soul retains its conviction in the
endurance of earthly things.
Soldiers tell the same story. TO die
testing seems the last act of courage
10 Efrt,f tv,sr
the most Of il. Endless are the stories of
soldiers dying in action with shout of
humur on their lips.
Even more wonderful Is the coldblood-
edness of tile men gong to the scaffnld
| To feel the edge of the AK was something
of jest in old days; and there is the
story If the felon, going to ryburn. who
blew the froth from his last mug of beer
! because II always gave him indigestion
| And yet il ~ only in brief moments
! that the true horror of death sweeps
over the soul We do not think nhouf il
| We put II away from us. Humanity has
made up its mind not tu Ice frightened
| Death, indeed, is even preferred before
| life. \ hopeless mfatuation for a paint
ed doll win drive Fortunatus 10 suicide
| Money troubles will fling q man nudpr Il
passing express, and dyspepsia has load
ed many a revolver. Life may be nm
endurahlc, hut death is not Ia hc feared
Into the unthinkablc mysteries of in,
universe Il soul casts itself in a netu
lance. and the waters of death close owe,
il without sound.
w hat has become of that SoulT Wher,
IS that c"nSciouSncSs gone--thnt person
nlity, that individual force which jitfnra,
the man from any other who ever l,-nl
But the mob, who watch the noor
dreuched and bloated and horrible h,d,
wheeled away To the mnruary tpr,
away without any realization Of dnoth
They go 10 their tavernS aud tl,,ir mon
"handise. take M the old greasy and
w'li-W"rn threads of their existence. and
thoughts '''''
Fear death: They fear nothing in IN,
world. They are not even afr,i5 ~, ~
! themselves &C hicaco luter-Ocean