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S. This is the last of earth! I am content.— JOHN QUINCY ADAMS — His Last Words.

(Memoirs of Life of John Quincy Adams by Josiah Quincy.) But when the sun in all his state, Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through glory's morning gate, And walked in Paradise.— JAMES ALDRICH — A Death Bed.

He who died at Azan sends This to comfort all his friends: Faithful friends! It lies I know Pale and white and cold as snow; And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!" Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this: I am not the thing you kiss. Cease your tears and let it lie; It was mine-it is not I.— EDWIN ARNOLD — He Who Died at Azan.

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.— BACON — Essays. Of Death.

Men fear Death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.— BACON — Essays. Of Death.

What then remains, but that we still should cry Not to be born, or being born to die. C. Ascribed to BACON. (Pharaphrase of a Greek Epigram.) Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things-law and war.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. A Country Town.

The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's, Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. Home.

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.— MRS. BARBAULD — The Death of the

Virtuous. It is only the dead who do not return.— BERTRAND BARÈRE — Speech. 1794.

But whether on the scaffold high, Or in the battle's van, The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man.— MICHAEL J. BARRY — The Dublin Nation. Sept. 28, 1844. Vol. II. P. 809.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.— BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER — The Custom of the Country. Act II. Sc. 2.

We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him?— BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER Valentinian. Act IV. Sc. 4.

How shocking must thy summons be, O Death! To him that is at ease in his possessions : Who, counting on long years of pleasure here, Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come!— BLAIR — The Grave. L. 350,