BLOOD (Thomas, an Irish adventurer who served in Cromwell's army. He seized the Duke of Ormond in his coach in London, and would have hanged him but for the tempted to sing upon his death-bed. He bade his son go to the piano and accompany him. The young man, struggling with emotion, obeyed. Lablache sang in English the first stanza of Home, Sweet Home. At the second stanza the muscles of the throat refused to move; not a note could he sound. In distress and great amazement he gazed around him for a moment, and then, closing his eyes, fell asleep in death. It is recorded of Captain Hamilton, whose portrait was painted by Sir Joshua Reynolds, that he came to his death in this wise: "He imprudently ventured in a boat from his ship to land at Plymouth, on a tempestuous day, all in his impatience to rejoin his wife ashore. The boat turned keel upwards, and the captain, being a good swimmer, trusted to his skill, and would not accept of a place on the keel, but, that he might leave room there for others, clung merely to the edge of the boat. His great coat was a hindrance to him, and this he attempted to throw off; but, in the words of Lord Eliot, whose too are the italics, "finding his strength fail, he told the men he must yield to his fate, and soon afterwards sank while singing a psalm."-Francis Jacox. When Latour was guillotined at Foix, in 1864, for the murder of a family of four persons, great was the throng in the streets, despite the heavy rain that fell; for, to ensure a good attendance, the condemned man had announced his intention to compose for the occasion a series of verses, which he would sing on his way (in the cart, vis-à-vis with messieurs the headsmen) from prison to scaffold. And sing them he did, all the way -a matter of some three hundred and fifty yards. Lightly he tripped up the steps of the scaffold, and then, after a deliberate survey of the crowd below and all around, he thundered forth, tonna, the following lines-a parody, or rather a personal appropriation, of the Marseillaise. "Allons, pauvre victime, Ton jour de mort est arrivé: Le couteau sanglant est levé!" Being then tied to the plank and flung into the usual horizontal position in order to be brought under the blade, he still went on-Allons, pauvre victime, Ton jour de mort . . . —until a heavy sound was heard, the blade fell, something else fell with it, and all was over.—Jacox. asked where he would be buried, and ing minister or a clergyman of the should read the service. To which far as his own feelings were conce him where she pleased. But that and brother were buried in Bunhil be better to lie there. As for for that of the Church of Englan "In that plain, back room, s his friends, and to them bear him—with his serene cheerft: influence, so spiritual and ra Melodies, both the inspir longer as of old to be not followed, about six in t painless withdrawal of! unperceived by his wi female neighbour, he wards: 'I have bee a blessed angel.'" said he wa shed to s buntenan st out in truth he ng by hit Fr lf, and knelt down with manly courage. by three balls, and died instantly. Balleydier, ii. 366, 367. ileau-Despréaux, Nicolas, eminent French st), 1636-1711. "It is a great consolation poet to have never written a word against or BULLEN (Anne, wife of Henry VIII), BROKE (Henry St. John, Viscount, English auor, and politician), 1678-1751. At last, though se words are not preserved, he gave directions clergyman should visit him, and avowed his adto the deistical principles to which he had held his life. st words to Lord Chesterfield were: God, who me here, will do what he pleases with me hereafter, knows best what to do. May he bless you." 'GIA (Cesare), killed at the siege of the Castle of sare Borgia was one of the most crafty, cruel, and L resistance of his servants. In 1671 he came very near "I possessing himself of the crown jewels), 1628-1680. do not fear death." Blood, that wears treason in his face, For stealing Ormond and the crown! Let's steal the king and outdo Blood. Lord Rochester. BLUM (Robert, German democrat and politician, founder of the Schiller Association and of the German Catholic Church at Leipsic, popular leader of the Liberal party in the Revolution of 1848. On the capture of the city of Windischgrätz he was arrested, tried by courtmartial, convicted of having instigated the uprising, and shot), 1807-1848. "I am ready-let there be no mistake and no delay," to the soldiers who were charged with the duty of shooting him. He entreated as a last favour, that he might be permitted to write to his wife, which was agreed to, and the letter concluded with these words: "Let not my fate discourage you; but bring up our children so that they may not bring disgrace on my name." "Now I am ready," said he, addressing the officers of justice, when the letter was done. Arrived at the place of execution, he said to one of the cuirassiers of his escort, "Here, then, we are come to the last stage of my journey." He desired not to have his eyes bandaged; and this being refused, lest his unsteadiness should cause the men to miss their aim, he blindfolded himself, and knelt down with manly courage. He fell pierced by three balls, and died instantly. Balleydier, ii. 366, 367. BOILEAU (Boileau-Despréaux, Nicolas, eminent French poet and satirist), 1636–1711. "It is a great consolation for a dying poet to have never written a word against morality." BOLEYN or BULLEN (Anne, wife of Henry VIII), 1507-1536. Just before she knelt to lay her head on the block she clasped her neck with her hands, and said: "It is small, very small indeed." BOLINGBROKE (Henry St. John, Viscount, English author, orator, and politician), 1678-1751. At last, though the precise words are not preserved, he gave directions that no clergyman should visit him, and avowed his adherence to the deistical principles to which he had held through his life. 66 His last words to Lord Chesterfield were: God, who placed me here, will do what he pleases with me hereafter, and he knows best what to do. May he bless you." BORGIA (Cesare), killed at the siege of the Castle of Biano in 1507. "I die unprepared." Cesare Borgia was one of the most crafty, cruel, and corrupt men of that corrupt age. No crime was too foul for him to perpetrate or be suspected of. He was charged with the murder of his elder brother, Giovanni, duke of |