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Gordon Noel, Lord, one of the greatts), 1788-1824. "I must sleep now." rted, upon what authority the compiler at the last words of Byron were, "Shall ?" After a long pause he added, it is ome, no weakness: let me be a man to

aius Julius), B. C. 100-44. "Et tu Brute !" Crutus on discovering him among the assas

ties differ: some have it, "What! art thou, too, hem! Thou, my son!" and others omit the ny son." If, however, the last two words are to ined, they express only the difference of age beCæsar and Brutus. There is no good reason for ing them as an avowal that Brutus was the fruit of connection between Julius and Servilia.

crucified is the stay of my poor soul," to one who asked him if he wished to see any one.

BURNS (Robert, the great peasant poet of Scotland), 1759-1796. "Oh, don't let the awkward squad fire over me!" He alluded to a body of Dumfries militia, of which he was a member, and of which he entertained a very poor opinion.1

BURR (Aaron, third Vice-President of the United States. In 1804 he fought his famous duel with Hamilton), 756-1836. "Madame."

BURTON (Sir Richard F.), 1821-1890. "Oh Puss, chloroform-ether-or I am a dead man," said to his wife who feared to administer an anæsthetic without the direction of a physician. Dr. Barker in a letter to Lady Stisled says that a moment later "suddenly the breathing became laboured, there were a few moments of awful struggle for air, then, conscious to the last, he exclaimed, 'I am a dead man,' fell back on his pillow and expired.

1 In the Appendix of Allan Cunningham's Life of Burns we read of an examination of the poet's Tomb, made immediately after that life was published:

"When Burns's Mausoleum was opened in March, 1834, to receive the remains of his widow, some residents in Dumfries obtained the consent of her nearest relative to take a cast from the cranium of the poet. This was done during the night between the 31st of March and 1st of April. Mr. Archibald Blacklock, surgeon, drew up the following description:

"The cranial bones were perfect in every respect, if we except a little erosion of their external table, and firmly held together by their sutures, &c., &c. Having completed our intention [i. e., of taking a plaster cast of the skull, washed from every particle of sand, &c.], the skull securely closed in a leaden case, was again committed to the earth, precisely where we found it."-Archibald Blacklock.

BUTLER (Benjamin Franklin, attorney-general of the United States, from 1831 to 1834), 1795-1858. “I have peace, perfect peace. Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee."'"

BUTLER (Joseph, English Bishop, and author of the celebrated "Analogy of Religion"), 1692-1752. “I have often read and thought of that scripture, but never till this moment did I feel its full power, and now I die happy." These words were spoken to his chaplain who read him John vi., and called attention to the 37th verse: “All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out."

BYRON (George Gordon Noel, Lord, one of the greatest of English poets), 1788–1824. "I must sleep now." It has been asserted, upon what authority the compiler does not know, that the last words of Byron were, "Shall I sue for mercy ?" After a long pause he added, it is said, “Come, come, no weakness: let me be a man to the last."

CÆSAR (Caius Julius), B. C. 100-44. "Et tu Brute !" to Marcus Brutus on discovering him among the assassins.

Authorities differ: some have it, "What! art thou, too, one of them! Thou, my son!" and others omit the words "my son." If, however, the last two words are to be retained, they express only the difference of age between Cæsar and Brutus. There is no good reason for regarding them as an avowal that Brutus was the fruit of the connection between Julius and Servilia.

asked where he would be buried, and whether a dissenting minister or a clergyman of the Church of England should read the service. To which he answered, that as far as his own feelings were concerned, she might bury him where she pleased. But that as father, mother, aunt and brother were buried in Bunhill Row, perhaps it would be better to lie there. As for service, he should wish for that of the Church of England.

"In that plain, back room, so dear to the memory of his friends, and to them beautiful from association with him with his serene cheerful converse, his high personal influence, so spiritual and rare—he lay chanting Songs to Melodies, both the inspiration of the moment, but no longer as of old to be noted down. To the pious songs followed, about six in the summer evening, a calm and painless withdrawal of breath; the exact moment almost unperceived by his wife, who sat by his side. A humble female neighbour, her only other companion, said afterwards: 'I have been at the death, not of a man, but of a blessed angel.'"—Gilchrist's Life of William Blake.

He said he was going to that country he had all his life wished to see, and expressed himself happy, hoping for salvation through Jesus Christ. Just before he died his countenance became fair, his eyes brightened, and he burst out into singing of the things he saw in heaven. In truth he died like a saint, as a person who was standing by him observed.1

From a letter written at the time of Blake's death.

1 Lablache (1794-1858), the celebrated French singer and actor, whose wonderful voice, embracing two full octaves, has been described as firmer and more expressive than that of any singer of his time or before it, at