Chapter IX: Part 9

He remained some days longer, chiefly in the state of one falling asleep, until the morning of the 20th, when he awoke, and with a firm voice and great solemnity of manner, spoke only these words: "Now I die." He sat as one in the attitude of expectation, and about two hours afterward--it was as he had said.

There was no apparent pain or struggle, and it was an inexpressible relief to behold, shortly after, the singular beauty and repose of features lately so wan and suffering; but there took place in the act of expiring, what we had observed in other cases after long exhaustion, but had never seen described. A sudden darkness beneath the surface, like the clouding of a pure liquid from within; the immediate shadow of Death was passing from the forehead downwards, and leaving all clear again behind it as it moved along. _Thom's "Life of Joseph Blanco White."_

Compare the death-bed of the Deist, Joseph Blanco White, with that of poor Keats, and I think it must be admitted that both in faith and fortitude the former has immeasurably the advantage. It ought, however, to be recollected that Blanco White was older, and had had more time to gain strength of mind. But he was also of a more religious turn from the first. _Memoirs and Letters of Sara Coleridge._

WHITEFIELD (George, founder of the Calvinistic Methodist Church, and chaplain to the Countess of Huntingdon), 1714-1770. "_I am dying._" He was standing by the open window gasping for breath, as he uttered these words. A friend persuaded him to sit down in a chair, and have a cloak thrown over him, and thus seated he quietly passed away.

"David Hume pronounced Whitefield the most ingenious preacher he had ever heard, and said it was worth while to go twenty miles to hear him. But perhaps the greatest proof of his persuasive powers was when he drew from Benjamin Franklin's pocket the money which that clear, cool reasoner had determined not to give."--_Robert Southey._

WHITMAN (Walt, American poet and army nurse), 1819-1892. "_O, he's a dear, good fellow_," said of Thomas Donaldson, one of his most enthusiastic friends, and later his biographer.

There was a most pathetic incident connected with Mr. Whitman's death. It was related to me by "Warry" Fritzinger, his nurse. Warry had arranged a rope above Mr. Whitman's head, in the bed, which was attached to a bell below. He would pull this rope after he became weak, and thus ring the bell to attract attention. Prior to this time he had used his heavy cane to pound the floor with. This brought assistance at once. Just before he died, as the great change came over him--he was conscious that it was a great change, a something unusual (Mrs. Davis and Warry were by his side)--he seemed as if groping for something. Death had called for him, and as the call came, he attempted to reach above his head with one of his hands and feel for the rope, as if to call for help. In an instant the arm dropped, and soon he was dead. _Donaldson: "Walt Whitman the Man."_

Whitman has, amid the fleshly and physical poems, much that is deeply spiritual; amid the tuneless and formless, much noble thought fitly voiced. The higher mood and the higher work may be seen in "O Captain! my Captain!" "Reconciliation," "Vigil on the Fields," "The City Dead-House," "Song of the Broad Axe," "Proud Music of the Storm," "The Mystic Trumpeter," "Seashore Memories," and the death-carols of the "Passage to India." _Welsh: "Digest of English and American Literature."_

WHITTIER (John Greenleaf, distinguished American poet), 1807-1892. "_I have known thee all the time_," to his niece in response to her question, "Do you know me?"

Others say his last words were, "Give my love to the world."

Upon the silver coffin-plate was the inscription: "John Greenleaf Whittier, December 17, 1807, September 7, 1892." The face of the dead man wore an expression of peace and perfect repose. All around his head and body was a delicate fringe of maidenhair fern. Directly over his breast was a superb wreath of white roses, carnations and maidenhair ferns from that other loved poet and dear friend, for whom Whittier wrote his last poem, Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Upon the lid was a cluster of white carnations from Mrs. Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward, and at the foot were two crossed palms with white lilies. At the last were roses and maidenhair ferns. A broad white satin ribbon encircled the palms and sprays, and upon the ends, delicately painted, were the inscriptions: "In memory of John Greenleaf Whittier, September 7, 1892," and this verse:

"Some sweet morning, yet in God's
Dim aeonian periods,
Joyful I shall wake to see
Those I love, who rest in Thee.
And to them, in Thee allied,
Shall my soul be satisfied."

Upon the card were these words: "In memoriam of my husband's dear friend. This verse of Andrew Rykman's prayer was used for consolation by him who wrote it in the hour of death. Mrs. Daniel Lathrop." _N. Y. Tribune, September 12, 1892._

WIELAND (Christoph Martin, celebrated German poet, first translator of Shakspeare's works into the German language, founder and editor of the "Deutscher Mercur." His most celebrated poem is "Oberon"), 1733-1813. "_To sleep--to die._"

WILBERFORCE (William, British statesman and philanthropist), 1759-1833. "_Heaven!_" Some say his last words were: "I now feel so weaned from earth, my affections so much in heaven, that I can leave you all without regret; yet I do not love you less, but God more."

WILD (Jonathan, noted highwayman, the hero of many a chap-book of his day, and the hero and title of a novel by Fielding), 1682-1725. "_Lord Jesus receive my soul!_" Unfortunately there is some doubt as to the genuineness of these pious words, for they come to us through the chaplain of the prison, Rev. Thomas Pureney, a man of whom we have this description in Charles Whibley's "Book of Scoundrels:"

"Pureney yielded without persuasion to the pleasures denied his cloth. There was ever a fire to extinguish at his throat, nor could he veil his wanton eye at the sight of a pretty wench. Again and again the lust of preaching urged him to repent, yet he slid back upon his past gaiety, until 'Parson Pureney' became a by-word. Dismissed from Newmarket in disgrace, he wandered the country up and down in search of a pulpit, but so infamous became the habit of his life that only in prison could he find an audience fit and responsive."

WILLARD (Frances Elizabeth, American reformer and temperance advocate), 1839--. "_How beautiful to be with God._"

Shortly before Frances Willard's death she took notice of Hoffman's picture of Christ on the wall, which had been given to her by Lady Henry Somerset, and directed that it be taken back to Lady Henry with this inscription: "Only the golden rule of Christ can bring the golden age of man." Her last words were "How beautiful to be with God." _Rev. C. C. Carpenter._

WILLIAM I. (of England, surnamed "The Conqueror"), 1025-1087. "_I commend myself to the blessed Lady Mary, hoping by her intercessions to be reconciled to her most dear Son, our Lord Jesus Christ._"

WILLIAM III. (of England), 1650-1702. "_Can this last long?_" to his physician.

WILMOT (John, Earl of Rochester, witty and profligate courtier and author, and a great favorite with Charles II. Notwithstanding his evil life, he was a brave soldier and had many attractive qualities), 1647-1680. "_The only objection against the Bible is a bad life._"

WILSON (Alexander, distinguished ornithologist), 1766-1813. His last words are not recorded, but just before his death he asked to be buried where the birds might sing over his grave.[53]

[53] Walter von der Vogelweid requested that he might repose where a
leafy tree should cast its shadow, and the light of the summer day
should linger long; and that the birds might be fed every day from
the stone over his grave. See Longfellow's beautiful poem, "Walter
von der Vogelweid."

WINKELRIED (Arnold von, Swiss patriot who broke the Austrian phalanx at the battle of Sempach in 1385, by rushing against the points of their spears, and gathering within his arms as many as he could. He fell pierced with many wounds, but the Swiss were victorious). "_Friends, I am going to lay down my life to procure you victory. All I request is that you provide for my family. Follow me and imitate my example._"

A column surmounted by a lion, erected on the five hundredth anniversary of the victory marks the spot where Arnold von Winkelried fell.

WISHART (George), 1502-1546. "_For the sake of the true gospel, given one by the grace of God, I suffer this day with a glad heart. Behold and consider my visage. Ye shall not see me change color. I fear not this fire._" He was burned at the stake for preaching the doctrines of the Reformation.

A few moments before he uttered his last words the executioner said to him, "Sir, I pray you to forgive me, for I am not guilty of your death," to which the martyr, having replied, "Come hither to me," and then kissed him on the cheek, said: "Lo, here is a token that I forgive thee."

WITT (Cornelius de). "This man, who had bravely served his country in war, and who had been invested with the highest dignities, was delivered into the hands of the executioner, and torn in pieces by the most inhuman torments. Amidst the severe agonies which he endured he frequently repeated an ode of Horace,[54] which contained sentiments suited to his deplorable condition."--_Hume._

[54] Horace lib. iii, Ode 3.

WOLCOTT, or WOLCOT (John, "Peter Pindar," witty and scurrilous satiric poet. "The most unsparing calumniator of his age."--_Sir Walter Scott_), 1738-1819. "_Give me back my youth_," to Taylor who had asked him "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Wolcott is well described by Gifford in these lines:

Come, then, all filth, all venom, as thou art,
Rage in thy eye, and rancour in thy heart;
Come with thy boasted arms, spite, malice, lies,
Smut, scandal, execrations, blasphemies.

WOLFE (Charles, Irish clergyman and poet, author of "Burial of Sir John Moore," which is regarded as one of the most finished poems of its kind in the English language), 1791-1823. "_Close this eye, the other is closed already; and now farewell!_"

On going to bed he felt very drowsy; and soon after the stupor of death began to creep over him. He began to pray for all his dearest friends individually; but his voice faltering, he could only say--"God bless them all! The peace of God and of Jesus Christ overshadow them, dwell in them, reign in them!" "My peace," said he, addressing his sister (the peace I now feel), "Be with you!"--"Thou, O God, wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee." His speech again began to fail, and he fell into a slumber; but whenever his senses were recalled he returned to prayer. He repeated part of the Lord's prayer, but was unable to proceed; and at last, with a composure scarcely credible at such a moment, he whispered to the dear relative who hung over his death-bed, "Close this eye, the other is closed already; and now farewell!" Then, having again uttered part of the Lord's prayer, he fell asleep. _Rev. John A. Russell: "Remains of Rev. Charles Wolfe."_

WOLFE (James, a celebrated English officer, killed in the battle of Quebec), 1726-1759. "_I die happy._" On being told of the defeat of the French.

Some give his last words thus: "Support me, let not my brave soldiers see me drop; the day is ours! Oh! keep it!" Said to those who were near him when he received his wound. He feared the effect of his death upon his troops.

WOLLSTONECRAFT (Mary, afterwards Mrs. Godwin, English authoress), 1759-1797. "_I know what you are thinking of, but I have nothing to communicate on the subject of religion_," to her husband who was endeavoring to tell her death was near and to sound her mind in the matter of a spiritual world.

WOLSEY (Thomas, known in history as Cardinal Wolsey), 1471-1530. "_Master Kingston, farewell! My time draweth on fast. Forget not what I have said and charged you withal; for when I am dead ye shall, peradventure, understand my words better._" _D'Aubigne's "History of the Reformation."_

On the morning of the second day, as Cavendish was watching near Wolsey, he inquired the hour, and being told eight o'clock,--"That cannot be," he replied, "for at eight o'clock you will lose your master: my time is at hand, and I must depart this world." His confessor, who was standing near, requested Cavendish to enquire if he would be confessed. "What have you to do with that?" answered the Cardinal, angrily; but was appeased by the interference of the confessor. He continued to grow weaker all that day: about four o'clock the next morning, he asked for some refreshment, which having received, and made his final confession, Sir William Kingston entered his room, and enquired how he felt himself: "I tarry," said the dying man, "but the pleasure of God, to render up my poor soul into His hands. I have now been eight days together troubled with a continual flux and fever, a species of disease which, if it do not remit its violence within that period, never fails to terminate in death." Then follows his message to the King, concluding with, "Had I served my God as diligently as I have served the King, He would not have given me over in my grey hairs." He then continued, for a short time, to give Sir William some advice, concluding with, "Forget not what I have said; and when I am gone, call it often to mind." Towards the conclusion, his accents began to falter; at the end, his eyes became motionless, and his sight failed. The abbot was summoned to administer the extreme unction, and the yeomen of the guard were called to see him die. As the clock struck eight he expired, on the 29th of November, 1530. _Welby: "Predictions Realized."_

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
And though he was unsatisfied in getting,
(Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam.
He was most princely.--_Shakspeare._

WOOD (Rev. John George, English naturalist, author of "Man and Beast Here and Hereafter"), 1827-1889. "_Give me a large cup of tea._"

At six o'clock he complained of thirst and asked for a cup of milk. Still his mind was perfectly clear, for, finding that he could no longer raise his head to drink, he asked whether there happened to be an invalid's cup in the house, and, finding that there was not, suggested that a small milk jug would answer the purpose instead. This was procured, and he drank his milk, asking immediately afterward for a large cup of tea, which he drank also. And almost immediately afterward he turned his head upon one side, and quietly passed away.[55]--_Theodore Wood._

[55] Sir Charles Blagden, the distinguished English physician and
chemist (1748-1820) died so quietly and peacefully that not a drop
of coffee in the cup which he held in his hand was spilt. He was
sitting in his chair at a social meal with his friends, Monsieur and
Madame Berthollet, and Gay Lussac. Dr. Joseph Black, also a famous
physician, died whilst eating his customary meal of bread and milk,
and so quiet and peaceful was his departure that he did not even
spill the contents of a spoon which he held in his hand.

WOODVILLE (William, English physician and author of a work on "Medical Botany"), 1752-1805. "_I shall not live more than two days, therefore make haste_," last recorded words said to a carpenter who had come to measure him for a coffin.

WOOLSTON (Thomas, English theologian), 1669-1733. "_This is a struggle which all men must go through, and which I bear not only with patience, but with willingness._"

WOOLTON (John. Bishop of Exeter), 1535-1594. "_A Bishop ought to die on his legs._" He insisted upon standing up to die, as did also the Rev. Patrick Bronte.

WORDSWORTH (William, distinguished English poet), 1770-1850. "_God bless you! Is that you Dora?_"

Mrs. Wordsworth, with a view of letting him know what the opinion of his medical advisers was concerning his case, said gently to him, "William, you are going to Dora!" More than twenty-four hours afterward one of his nieces came into the room, and was drawing aside the curtain of his chamber, and then, as if awakening from a quiet sleep, he said, "Is that you Dora?"[56] _Memoirs of Wordsworth, Vol. ii, p. 506._

[56] William Wordsworth died April 23rd, 1850, at the age of 80, and
was buried in the little centry-garth of St. Oswald's, Grasmere,
between, as De Quincey records, "a yew-tree of his own planting, and
an aged thorn." On his tombstone is an inscription from the pen of
Keble, in which he is styled, "a chief minister, not only of noblest
poesy, but of high and Sacred truth." Surely the tender lover of
Nature, and high-priest of her mysteries, could have no fitter
resting-place than this Westmoreland churchyard, where, as some one
has written, "the turf is washed green by summer dew, and winter
rain, and in early spring is beautifully dappled with lichens and
golden moss?" This reads very prettily, and represents the thing as
it should be. But what are the facts? The literary pilgrim who may
chance to visit the spot will follow a narrow muddy path among the
grave mounds, till he reaches a gloomy dingy corner, with a group of
blue-black head-stones of funereal slate. Everything round the place
is decayed and blighted; no green grass is there; all is dull, dark
and depressing. The poet's corner is ill-drained; and there is a
tiny moat of water round the base of the stone curb, in which is
fixed the iron railing that surrounds the grave. Yet here is a
remarkable group of memorial tombs. Near to the poet lie all the
beloved members of his household. Here slumbers his favorite sister,
Dorothy; here, too, Mrs. Wordsworth,--Dora Wordsworth,--her husband,
Edward Quillinan, the poet, and translator of the _Lusiad_,--the two
infant children of Wordsworth,--and behind these, Hartley Coleridge,
that "inheritor of unfulfilled renown," whose bier the poet followed
one snowy day in January, unwitting that, before the trees were
again clad with verdure, he would be borne along the same narrow
path to his own long rest. Surely something should be done to rescue
the poet's monument from decay, and render it more in accordance
with the verdant foliage and the sun-bright hills around, of which
he sung so lovingly and so well.
_William Bates._

WOTTON (Sir Henry, English diplomatist, author of some very beautiful short poems and of a number of books, chief among which are "The State of Christendom," and "The Characters of Some of the English Kings"), 1568-1639. "_I now draw near to the harbor of death--that harbor that will rescue me from all the future storms and waves of this restless world. I praise God, I am willing to leave it, and expect a better--that world wherein dwelleth righteousness, and I long for it._"

WYATT (Sir Thomas, the younger), 1520-1554. On the scaffold he said to the people: "Whereas it is said abroad that I should accuse my Lady Elizabeth's grace and my Lord Courtenay; it is not so, good people, for I assure you that neither they nor any other now yonder in bold endurance was privy of my rising a commotion before I began." Weston, his confessor, shouted, "Believe him not, good people! he confessed otherwise before the council." Wyatt answered: "_That which I said then I said, but that which I say now is true._" These were Wyatt's last words.

WYCHERLEY (William, author of "The Plain-dealer," "The Country Wife," and several other comedies), 1640-1715. "_Promise me you will never again marry an old man_," said to his wife.

When he was over seventy years old he married a young woman, but he survived his marriage only eleven days.

XIMENES DE CISNEROS (Francisco, Spanish cardinal), 1719-1774. "_This is death._"

YANCEY (William Lowndes, American politician, secessionist and commissioner to Europe to secure recognition of the Southern Confederacy. He was called "The Fire-Eater"), 1815-1863. "_Sarah_," his wife's name.

YVART (J. A. Victor, called "The Arthur Young of France"), 1764-1831. "_Nature, how lovely thou art!_"

ZANE (Giacomo, a Venetian poet), 1529-1560. "_I should like to live._" There is dispute about these words; some writers say his last words were: "I should _not_ like to live."

ZEISBERGER (David, German missionary among the American Indians, author of a number of books in the language of the Delaware Indians), 1721-1808. "_I am going, my people, to rest from all my labors and to be at home with the Lord. He has never forsaken me in distress, and will not forsake me now. I have reviewed my whole life, and found that there is much to be forgiven._"

ZENO, or ZENON (Greek philosopher and founder of the school of the Stoics), about B. C. 355--about B. C. 257. "_Earth, dost thou demand me? I am ready._" Last recorded words.

The occasion of the philosopher's death is related as follows: "One day, as he was coming out of his school, he ran against some object and broke his finger; this he considered as an intimation from the gods that he must soon die; and, immediately striking the ground with his hand, he said, 'Earth, dost thou demand me? I am ready.' Instead of seeking to have his finger healed, he deliberately strangled himself.

"He had taught publicly forty-eight years without intermission; and, reckoning from the time when he commenced his studies under Crates, the Cynic, he had devoted himself to philosophy for sixty-eight years."--_Fenelon._

ZIMMERMANN (Johann Georg von, eminent Swiss physician of the eighteenth century, and author of a famous essay on "Solitude"), 1728-1795. "_I am dying; leave me alone._"

He was completely deranged for some time before his death.

ZINZENDORF (Nicolaus Ludwig, Count and Lord of Zinzendorf and Pottendorf, founder of the Moravian Church, and the author of a number of beautiful hymns), 1700-1760. Around his bed more than a hundred members of the community gathered to receive his blessing, and hear his last council and encouragement. When he had spoken kindly to them all he said to his son-in-law: "_Now, my dear son, I am going to the Saviour. I am ready; I am quite resigned to the will of my Lord. If He is no longer willing to make use of me here I am quite ready to go to Him, for there is nothing more in my way._" His son-in-law offered prayer, and as he closed with the petition, "Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace," the great and holy man fell asleep in his Saviour.

ZWINGLE, or ZWINGLIUS (a Swiss Reformer who was killed at the battle of Cappel), 1484-1531. "_Can this be considered a calamity? Well! they can, indeed, kill the body, but they are not able to kill the soul._" Said after receiving a mortal wound.

EPILOGUE

Great men may by their courage and virtue fortify us against the terrors of death, if by their vices, and fears begotten of vices, they do not distress us ten-fold more than we were distressed before; they may point the way from a present twilight to the infinite day-dawn beyond; and yet in the end must every pilgrim choose for himself the road over which he is to journey. The foregoing pages give only the experiences of others. Nevertheless, they may soften in our minds the dark outlines of the landscape, and cast a ray of light into the great unseen. Happy is the soul that in an age of doubt and uncertainty can trust, even though it be with trembling faith, One greater than the greatest, and Who has named Himself the Resurrection and the Life!

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
_Tennyson._

INDEX

Above all do not miss me! 159

Absolutely, and I pray God to condemn me if I have, 239

Adieu, my dear Marand; I am dying, 293

Adieu, O world; here is no pity for me. Soldiers, fire, 287

Adios, mundo; no hay piedad para mi. Soldados, fuego, 287

After I am dead you will find Calais written upon my heart, 186

Ah, Jesus! 61

Ah! mes enfants, you cannot cry as much for me, 247

Ah! my child, let us speak of Christ's love, 43

Ah! poor humpback, thy many long years, 70

Ah! very well, 16

Ah, a German! a prodigy, admit him! 273

All I request of you, gentlemen, is that you bear witness, 12

All is well! 97

All is well, all is well--the Seed of God reigns over all, 101

All my life I have carried myself gracefully, 52

All my possessions for one moment of time, 91

Amazing, amazing glory! I am having Paul's understanding, 237

Amen, 48

An Emperor ought to die standing, 289

And must I then die? Will not all my riches save me? 25

Anderson, you know that I always wished to die, 199

Are the doctors here? 123

Are the French beaten? 199

Are we not children, all of us? 275

Artery ceases to beat, The, 122

Assatus est; jam versa et manduca, 161

"Asunder flies the man," 175

At least, I may die facing the enemy, 23

At rest at last. Now I am free from pain, 129

At the last hour God alone can give mortals comfort, 247

Away! Away! Why do you thus look at me? 26

Ay, Jesus! 62

Back, thou accursed phantom, 164

Be fruitful, 188

Be good, be virtuous, my lord, 176

Be of good comfort, brother, for we shall have a merry supper, 43

Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man, 161

Be quick about it, 22

Be serious, 119

Be thou everlasting, 246

Begone, thou wretched beast, 6

Begone, you and your trumpery; until this moment, 252

Behold then, the recompense reserved, 80

Beloved Bickus, the principle of existence and mutability, 110

Best of all is, God is with us, The, 300

Bishop ought to die on his legs, A, 313

Blessed be God, I have kept a conscience void of offence, 288

Blessed be God, though I change my place, 231

Body of Our Lord Jesus Christ, which was given, The, 232

Bring thy torch hither; do thine office before my face, 152

Brother, brother, strong evidences, nothing but strong evidences, 240

Brother Ranney, will you bury me? bury me? quick! quick! 153

But the consummate and perfect knowledge--, 249

Can this be considered a calamity? Well, they can, 318

Can this last long? 307

Carry my bones before you on your march, 88

Catholic faith is, to love God and to love man, The, 66

Christ also hath suffered for sins, 133

Christ Jesus the Saviour of sinners and life of the dead, 210

Clasp my hand, my dear friend, I die! 9

Close this eye, the other is closed already, 309

Come, my son, and see how a Christian can die, 126

Come to me, 85

Commend your souls to God, for our bodies are the foes! 198

Comme un dernier rayon, comme un dernier zephyre, 63

Contemplate the state in which I am fallen, and learn to die, 245

Crito, I owe a cock to AEsculapius, 260

Dear gentlemen, let me die, 110

Dear little fellow--he is a beautiful boy, 158

Death wins this time, 227

Debt! 189

Deep dream of peace, 142

Did I not say I was writing the Requiem for myself? 202

Did you know Burke? 256

Did you think I should live forever? 171

Do not let the Civil Rights bill fail! 270

Do you hear the music? 37

Don't let poor Nelly starve! 60

Domine! Domine! fac finem! fac finem! 98

Dream has been short, The, 247

Dying, dying, 134

Dying man can do nothing easy, A, 102

Earth, dost thou demand me? I am ready, 316

Einen Blick in die Sonne, 249

End has come in the way in which I most desired, The, 206

Erravi cum Petro, sed non flevi cum Petro, 108

Est ist gut, 156

Et tu, Brute! 52

Examine it for yourself, 300

Exariare aliquis nostris ex ossibus ultor, 269

Faith and patience hold out, 223

Far from well, yet far better than mine iniquities deserve, 188

Farewell, and remember me, 181

Farewell, my children, forever. I go to your father, 182

Farewell, O farewell, all earthly things, and welcome heaven, 30

Farewell sun, moon, and stars, 177

Fear not true Pharisees, but greatly fear painted Pharisees, 9

Fi de la vie! qu'on ne m'en parle plus, 181

Fifty years have passed since I became Caliph, 2

Food is palatable, The, 100

For the love of God, don't mention that man! 294

For the name of Jesus and the defense of the Church, 26

For the sake of the true gospel given once by the grace of God, 308

Frenchmen, I die innocent of all the crimes, 178

Friend, you do not well to trample on a dying man, 225

Friendship itself is but a part of virtue, 229

Friends, I am going to lay down my life, 308

Gentlemen of the jury, you will now consider of your verdict, 276

Give Day Rolles a chair, 63

Give me a large cup of tea, 312

Give me back my youth, 309

Give my love to the world, 304

Give the boys a holiday, 11

Give them the cold steel, boys, 16

"Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost," 27

Glory hallelujah! I am going to the Lordy! I come! Ready! Go! 119

Glory to God for all things, Amen, 64

Go first; I can at least spare you the pain, 243

Go ye to the country of Tyre and Sidon, 148

"God be merciful to me, a sinner," 287

God be thanked, I have had a very good night, 258

God bless you, 49

God bless you all! 252

God bless you! Is that you, Dora? 313

God bless you, my dear! 153

God forgive me.--Amen! 126

God have mercy upon me, and be gracious to me, 263

God preserve the emperor, 120

God protect Bulgaria, 266

God, who placed me here, will do what he pleases with me hereafter, 38

God will continue to support me, 102

God's will be done, 158

God's wounds! The villain hath killed me, 292

Good-bye, 207

Good-bye, General; I'm done. I'm too old, 90

Good Doctor, God has heard my daily petitions, 135

Good morning, 203

Good people, give me more fire, 136

Grateful--in peace, 149

Grenadiers! lower your arms, otherwise you will miss me, 97

Guard the church I loved so well, 227

Guilty, weak, and helpless worm, A, 133

Ha til mi tulidh, 242

Had it pleased my Lord to spare me longer, 271

Happy, 178

Happy, 235

He, 126

He has indeed been a precious Christ to me, 245

He that loves God ought to think, 37

Heaven! 305

Help, my dear--help! 178

Heracles, how cold your bath is, 154

Here! Fire here! 287

Here, then, we have come to the last stage of my journey, 37

Here thou art then! 64

Herr Jesu, to thee I live; Herr Jesu, to thee I die! 104

Hold your tongue; your wretched style only makes, 178

Holy, holy, holy, blessed Lord Jesus! 243

How am I advanced, despising you that are upon the earth! 180

How beautiful! 205

How beautiful God is! 158

How beautiful to be with God, 306

How easy--how easy--how easy to glide from work here, 237

How grand the sunlight! It seems to beckon earth to heaven, 142

How great is the forgiveness for such a life! 291

How sweet it is to rest! 275

Huz! Huz! 171

I always deemed him more fortunate than myself, 292

I am a Queen, but have no power to use my arms, 174

I am a priest! Fie! Fie! all is gone, 25

I am about to die, and I am not afraid to die, 296

I am about to die. I expect the summons soon, 276

I am almost dead; lift me up a little higher, 87

I am almost in eternity, 43

I am almost well, 23

I am done for, 128

I am dying, 302

I am dying, I am worn out, 201

I am dying; leave me alone, 317

I am dying, sir, of a hundred good symptoms, 229

I am glad to hear it; but, O brother Payne! 216

I am going, my people, to rest from my labors, 316

I am going to sleep like you, but we shall all awake together, 231

I am going to the great perhaps, 233

I am going where all tears will be wiped from my eyes, 187

I am grateful for your presence, 57

I am grateful to Divine Mercy, 160

I am ill--very ill, I shall not recover, 201

I am just going; have me decently buried, 296

I am laboring to return that which is divine, 228

I am lost, and there is no use to deny it, 107

I am not well, and should like to lie down, 295

I am not in the least afraid to die, 77

I am now ready to die. Lord, forsake me not, 131

I am perfectly resigned, 116

I am ready, 96

I am ready, 188

I am ready at any time--do not keep me waiting, 45

I am ready--let there be no mistake and no delay, 36

I am roasted--now turn me, and eat me, 161

I am satisfied with the Lord's will, 209

I am sensible of the violence of my disorder, 276

I am suffering, sire, the pangs of the damned, 273

I am sweeping through the gates, 68

I am the wheat of Christ, 145

I am very ill. Is it not strange that these people, 55

I am weary; I will now go to sleep, Good night! 207

I am wounded, 129

I believe, Lord, and confess, 224

I cannot bear it; let me rest. I must die, 241

I carry in my heart the dirge of the monarchy, 194

I commend myself to the blessed Lady Mary, 307

I confide to your care, my beloved children, 197

I could wish this tragic scene were over, 232

I desire to go to hell, and not to heaven, 178

I did not think that they would put a young gentleman to death, 22

I die a martyr and willingly--my soul shall mount up to heaven, 46

I die happy, 310

I die like a good Catholic, 26

I die not only a Protestant, but with the heart-hatred of popery, 16

I die of a broken heart, 156

I die unprepared, 41

I do, 215

I do forgive you, 138

I do not fear death, 36

I do not mean to be killed to-day, 285

I fear not death; death is not terrible to me, 59

I feel as if I were sitting with Mary at the feet of my Redeemer, 129

I feel as if I were to be myself again, 252

I feel like a mote in the sunbeam, 223

I feel now that I am dying, 29

I feel quite well, only very weak, 154

I feel the flowers growing over me, 156

I give thee thanks, O God, for all thy benefits, 89

I go to my God and Saviour, 132

I have already confessed my sins to God, 257

I have always endeavored to the best of my ability, 66

I have been false to my God, 31

I have been fortunate in long good health and constant success, 239

I have been murdered; no remedy can prevent my speedy death, 162

I have been nearer to you when you have missed me, 165

I have done my work. It is the most natural thing in the world to die, 238

I have done the damnable deed, 230

I have enough, brother; try to save your own life, 120

I have ever cherished an honest pride; never have I stooped, 255

I have found at last the object of my love, 145

I have had a noble share of life, 183

I have had wealth, rank and power, but if these were all, 7

I have known thee all the time, 304

I have led a happy life, 127

I have loved God, my father and liberty, 265

I have loved justice and hated iniquity, 118

I have no enemies except those of the state, 239

I have no religious joys; but I have hope, 106

I have no wish to believe on that subject, 217

I have not so behaved myself, 10

I have often read and thought of that scripture, 51

I have opened it, 277

I have pain--there is no arguing against sense, 23

I have Paul's understanding, 237

I have peace of mind, 10

I have peace, perfect peace, 51

I have something to tell you, 177

I have taught men how to live, 66

I have the flavor of death on my tongue, I taste death, 201

I heard your voice; but did not understand what you said, 119

I hope the people of England will be satisfied, 199

I know that it will be well with me, 100

"I know that my Redeemer liveth," 167

I know what you are thinking of, but I have nothing, 310

I leave this world without a regret, 281

I'll be shot if I don't believe I'm dying, 282

I must arrange my pillows for another weary night, 147

I must now hasten away since my baggage has been sent, 20

I must sleep now, 51

I never departed from the true church, 281

I never thought that it was so easy a matter to laugh, 247

I now draw near to the harbor of death, 315

I now feel so weaned from earth, my affections so much in heaven, 305

I now feel that I am dying. Our care must be, 193

I only regret that I have but one life to give to my country! 121

I pray you all pray for me, 25

I pray you see me safe up the scaffold, 200

I receive absolution upon this condition, 235

I repent of my life except that part, 85

I resign my spirit to God; my daughter to my country, 152

I see earth receding; Heaven is opening; God is calling me, 198

I shall be glad to find a hole to creep out of the world at, 133

I shall be satisfied with thy likeness, 300

I shall gladly obey His call, 13

I shall hear in heaven, 28

I shall not live more than two days, therefore make haste, 313

I shall not long hesitate between conscience and the Pope, 29

I shall retire early; I am very tired, 177

I shall this day deceive the worms in Hadley churchyard, 275

I should like to live, 316

I should like to record the thoughts of a dying man, 24

I should not like to live, 316

I stand in the presence of my Creator, 134

I still live! 298

I strike my flag, 139

I suffer nothing, but feel a sort of difficulty of living longer, 101

I suffer the violence of pain and death, 41

I suppose I shall soon be a god, 289

I take God to witness I have preached, 144

I thank God that not a day of my life has been spent, 223

I thank thee, O my God and Saviour, 161

I thank you for all your faithful services; God bless you, 53

I think I shall die to-night, 244

I think you had better send for a doctor, 257

I thought dying had been harder, 172

I trust in the mercy of God, it is not now too late, 130

I want, oh, you know what I mean, the stuff of life, 274

I want to go away, 57

I want to go home, 300

I were miserable, if I might not die, 85

I will enter now into the house of the Lord, 171

I will have no rogue's son in my seat, 91

I will lie down on the couch, 64

I wish I had the power of writing, 73

I wish Vaughan to preach my funeral sermon, 266

I wish you to understand the true principles of government, 124

If he should slay me ten thousand times, 244

If I die, I die unto the Lord, Amen, 147

If I had strength to hold a pen I would write, 144

If I have been deceived, doubtless it was the work of a spirit, 261

If my husband has for his new wife no better gift, 261

If you think it will be of service, 123

If you love my soul, away with it! 135

Illi in extremis prae timore imhellis sudor, 289

In death at last let me rest with Abelard, 128

In me behold the end of the world, 258

Indeed, no more medicine, 99

Independence forever! 2

In life and in death, I am the Lord's, 147

"In manus tuos, Domine, commendo spiritum meum," 66

In the name of modesty, cover my bosom! 92

Is it not true, dear Hammel, that I have some talent after all? 28

Is Lawrence come?--Is Lawrence come? 106

Is not this dying with courage and true greatness? 31

Is there no priest at the chateau? 97

Is this death? 165

Is this death? 233

Is this dying? Is this all? Is this all that I feared? 187

It came with a lass, and it will go with a lass, 152

It grows dark, boys. You may go, 1

It is folly; they had better leave it alone, 273

It is a great consolation for a dying poet, 38

It is a great consolation to me, in my last hour, 106

It is a great mercy to me, 298

It is a great satisfaction to me to know, 199

It is all one, Phillips and Clarke will come for my sake, 221

It is all the same in the end, 214

It is beautiful, 45

It is delightful to see those whom I love still able to swallow, 73

It is done! 116

It is likely that you may never need to do it again, 134

It is not painful, Paetus, 18

It is nothing, 139

It is safest to trust to Jesus, 29

It is small, very small indeed, 38

It is the last of earth! I am content! 2

It was not enough to deprive me of the crown, 225

It is well, 296

It is well; I thank you; God bless you, 271

It matters little to me; for if I am but once dead, 47

It matters not where I am going, whether the weather, 90

It will be but a momentary pang, 11

It will soon be time for mass. They must raise me, 271

It would be hard indeed if we two dear friends should part, 215

James, take good care of the horse, 253

Jefferson survives, 2

Jesu! 228

Jesus! Jesus! 153

Jesus, Mary, Joseph, 254

Jesus! precious Saviour! 73

Jesus, Son of the eternal God, have mercy on me! 254

Joy, 200

"Justum et tenacem propositi virum," 82

King should die standing, A, 177

Kiss me, Hardy, 207

Know Him? He is my Saviour, 286

Knowledge of the love of God--the blessing of God Almighty, The, 188

La montagne est passee, nous irons mieux, 105

Laissez la verdure, 245

Let all brave Prussians follow me, 251

Let down the curtain, the farce is over, 233

Let me die with the Philistines, 245

Let my epitaph be, "Here lies Joseph, who was unsuccessful," 153

Let this word of mine be kept by you, 13

Let us go over the river, and sit under the refreshing shadow, 149

Let us submit to the laws of nature, 238

Liebe, gute, 249

Life or death is welcome to me, 301

Life spent in the service of God, A, 131

Live in Christ, live in Christ, 159

Live mindful of our wedlock, Livia, 19

Lord, 69

Lord, forgive my sins; especially my sins of omissions, 287

Lord has suffered as much for me, The, 246

Lord, have mercy upon me. Wilt thou break a bruised reed? 12

Lord help my soul! 228

Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit, 62

Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit, 118

Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit, 274

Lord, Lord, Lord, receive my spirit! 142

Lord, receive my soul, 161

Lord Jesus, receive my spirit, 136

Lord Jesus, receive my soul! 306

Lord! Jesus! Yet more trouble, 65

Lord, lay not this sin to their charge, 267

Lord, make haste! 122

"Lord, now let thy servant depart in peace," 43

Lord, open the eyes of the King of England, 285

Lord, receive my soul, 161

Lord, receive my spirit, 243

Lord take my spirit, 89

Lotte, 190

Luis de Moscoso, 80

Madame, 50

Mais quel diable de mal veux-te que cela me fosse? 83

Many things are growing plain and clear to my understanding, 248

Master Kingston, farewell! My time draweth on fast, 310

May God never forsake me! 222

May God's will be done, 30

Mir ist sehr schlecht, 295

Molly, I shall die! 116

Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! 113

Mon Dieu! La Nation Francaise, Tete d'armee, 205

Monks! Monks! Monks! 130

More light! More light! 114

Murder of the Queen had been represented to me, The, 19

Must I leave it unfinished? 207

My anchor is well cast, and my ship, 136

My beautiful flowers, my lovely flowers! 240

My beloved! they are not mine. No! they are not mine! 33

My children, these fearful forests and these barren rocks, 114

My Christ, 45

My dear, be a good man, 252

My dear one, with whom I lived in love so long, 255

My dear wife, my dear children, do not weep, 57

My desire is to make what haste I may to be gone, 71

My friend, I shall die to-day. When one is in this situation, 193

My friend, it is only from cold, 21

My God! 232

"My God, my Father, and my Friend," 84

My heart is fixed, O God! my heart is fixed, 246

My heart is resting sweetly with Jesus, 72

My life is taken from me, though I have done nothing, 284

My Lord, why do you not go on? I am not afraid to die, 187

My soul I resign to God, my body to the earth, 48

My trust is in God, 275

My work is done, 133

My work is done; I have nothing to do but to go to my Father, 144

Napoleon! Elba! Marie Louise, 153

Nature, how lovely thou art! 316

Nectare clausa suo, 253

Never heed; the Lord's power is over all weakness, 101

Never mind, I shall soon drink of the river of Eternal Life, 283

No, 14

No; it was one Tom Campbell, 54

No, it is not, 115

No, No! 44

No mortal man can live after the glories which God, 285

No resentment, 227

No, whatever is, is best, 163

No, your Majesty, to-morrow you will not see me here, 57

Nobody, nobody but Jesus Christ, 49

None but Christ! 160

Not----, 95

Not till the general resurrection, 258

Nothing else but heaven, 191

Now all is over--let the piper play "Ha til mi tulidh," 242

Now am I about to make my last voyage--a great leap in the dark, 133

Now comes the mystery, 28

Now God be praised, only one hour! 112

Now God be with you, my dear children, 45

Now I am going, 99

Now I can hold on no longer. Lay me in a different posture, 249

Now I die, 301

Now I know that I must be very ill, since you have been sent for, 171

Now it is come, 159

Now lack I but two stiles; and I am even at my Father's house, 275

Now, Lord, I go, 62

Now, my dear son, I am going to the Saviour, 317

Now, O God, thou dost let thy servant depart in peace, 112

Nurse, nurse, what murder! what blood! Oh! I have done wrong, 61

O Allah, be it so! Henceforth among the glorious host of paradise, 199

O Allah, pardon my sins. Yes, I come, among my fellow laborers, 196

O, better, 146

O, cardinal! thou wilt make us all to be damned, 215

O come in glory! I have long waited for thy coming, 91

"O death where is thy----," 131

"O Father of thy beloved and blessed Son, Jesus Christ!" 229

O Florence, what hast thou done to-day? 246

O God come to mine aid; O Lord make haste to help me, 172

O God have mercy upon me, and upon this poor nation, 215

O God--if there be a God--I desire Thee to have mercy on me, 284

O! he's a dear, good fellow, 303

O Hobbima, Hobbima, how I do love thee! 72

O, I hear such beautiful voices, 249

O Lord Almighty, as thou wilt! 48

O Lord, forgive the errata! 43

O Lord, into Thy hands I commit my spirit, 184

O Lord, save my country! O Lord, be merciful, 122

Oh, Lord, shall I die at all? 19

O my country, how I leave thee, 227

O my God! 224

O, my mother! how deep will be thy sorrow at the news, 68

O, my poor soul, what is to become of thee? 189

O, my poor soul, whither art thou going? 3

O Paradise! O Paradise! At last comes to me the grand consolation, 223

O, that beautiful boy! 93

O, that glorious sun! 231

O the depths of the riches of the goodness and knowledge of God! 170

O, to die for liberty is a pleasure and not a pain, 42

O, what triumphant truth, 88

O wretched virtue! thou art a bare name! 47

Observe how they are swelled, 13

Oh, the insufferable pangs of hell and damnation, 209

Oh death, why art thou so long in coming? 75

Oh, don't let the awkward squad fire over me! 50

Oh Gabrielle, how much better would it have been, 98

Oh God, what then is man, 122

Oh Puss, chloroform--ether--or I am a dead man, 50

Oh, that peace may come, 291

Oh, would to God I had never reigned! 227

On the ground, 83

One hundred and forty-four, 78

One word, one word--Jesus Christ! 210

Only objection against the Bible is a bad life, The, 307

Open the gates! Open the gates! 301

Open to me, O God! 160

Over my spirit flash and float in divine radiancy, 279

Pains, the groans, the dying strife, The, 209

Peace! 42

Peace! 300

People my trust, The, 108

Poor little boys! 48

Pourquoi est-ce que vous me quittez, 113

Pray, pray! 122

Precious salvation, 132

Precious salvation! 269

Promise me you will never again marry an old man, 315

Put me there, 122

Qualis artifex pereo! 207

Refresh me with a great thought, 132

Rejoice! We rejoice! 98

Relief has come, 216

Remember, 59

Remember that I die as becomes a British officer, 12

Remember the Lord Jesus Christ, 224

Repeat those words Monsieur the almoner, 172

Righteous wait expectant till I receive my recompense, The, 102

"Rock of Ages cleft for me," 8

Sarah, 316

See in what peace a Christian can die, 2

Set your mind at rest, Dieu me pardonnera, 128

Shall I sue for mercy?--Come, come, no weakness, 51

Sinner, thou must die, 176

Sister! sister! sister! 79

Sit down, 270

Six feet of earth for my body, and the infinite heavens for my soul, 41

Sixty-four years ago it pleased the Almighty to call, 200

So far as I have understood what the duties of my office were, 266

So much the better! I shall not then live to see the surrender, 197

So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lies, 233

Soldiers--fire! 176

Soldiers, fire, 213

Soul of Christ, sanctify me; Body of Christ, save me, 254

South! The South! God knows what will become of her! The, 53

Stand up for Jesus, 286

Stay, friend, till I put aside my beard, 200

Stop, go out of the room; I am about to die, 101

Stopped, 116

Strike here! Level your rage against the womb, 7

Strike, if it be for the Roman's good, 107

Strange sight, sir, an old man unwilling to die, 93

Stupid country, where they do not even know, 224

Suffer no pomp at my funeral, nor monumental inscription, 138