Dr. Moran, resident physician of the Marine Hospital, where Poe died,

wrote to Mrs. Clemm, under date of November 15th, 1849, an account of

Poe's last hours, in which he represents him as having been wildly

delirious, sometimes "resisting the efforts of two nurses to keep him in

bed, until Saturday, when he commenced calling for one 'Reynolds,' which

he did through the night until three on Sunday morning. At this time a

very decided change began to affect him. Having become enfeebled from

exertion, he became quiet and seemed to rest for a short time; then

gently moving his head he said, 'Lord help my soul!' and expired."

POLYCARP ("Saint," Christian Father and martyr and the reputed disciple

of the Apostle John), burned at the stake, 169. "_O Father of Thy

beloved and blessed Son, Jesus Christ! O God of all principalities and

of all creation! I bless Thee that Thou hast counted me worthy of this

day, and of this hour, to receive my portion in the number of the

martyrs, in the cup of Christ. I praise Thee for all these things; I

bless Thee, I glorify Thee, by the eternal High Priest, Jesus Christ,

Thy well-beloved Son, through whom, and with whom, in the Holy Spirit,

be glory to Thee, both now and forever. Amen._"

POPE (Alexander), 1688-1744. "_I am dying, sir, of a hundred good

symptoms_," said to a friend who called to inquire concerning his

health. Some give his last words thus: "Friendship itself is but a part

of virtue."[41]

[41] On some occasion of alteration in the church at Twickenham,

England, or burial of some one in the same spot, the coffin of Pope

was disinterred, and opened to see the state of the remains. By a

bribe to the sexton of the time, possession of the skull was

obtained for the night, and another skull was returned in place of

it. Fifty pounds were paid for the successful management of this

transaction. Whether this account is correct or not, the fact is

that the skull of Pope figures in a private museum.--_William

Howitt._

The head of the celebrated Duc de Richelieu, like that of Pope, the

Mahdi, and Swendenborg, is above ground. At the time of the

revolution in France the body of the Duke was exhumed from its grave

in the Church of the Sorbonne. This having been subjected to

numerous indignities, the head was cut off, and the latter

eventually came into the possession of a grocer, who afterward sold

it to M. Armez, the elder. M. Armez, after the Restoration, offered

the head to the then Duc de Richelieu, the Minister for Foreign

Affairs, who took no notice whatever of the offer. The son of M.

Armez inherited the skull. In 1846 the illustrious Montalembert,

when President of the Historical Committee of Arts and Monuments, at

the instance of his colleagues, did his best to recover the head of

the Duke, but without success. M. F. Feuillet de Conches, in his

"Causeries d'un Curieux," makes this comment: "We accuse no one,

still the fact is undeniable that this terrible head, the

personification of the absolute monarchy killing the aristocratic

monarchy, is wandering upon the earth like a spectre that has

straggled out of the domain of the dead."

POPE (William, the notorious leader of a company of men who attracted

considerable attention by their open and continued abuse of sacred

things. The utterances of these men shocked community and filled the

minds of even open unbelievers with horror. It was reported, but of that

the compiler of this book has no positive knowledge, that Pope and his

associates diverted themselves by kicking the Bible about the floor of

the room in which they held their infamous meetings. In his death

chamber was a scene of terror),--1797. "_I have done the damnable

deed--the horrible damnable deed! I cannot pray. God will have nothing

to do with me. I will not have salvation at His hands. I long to be in

the bottomless pit--the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone! I

tell you I am damned! I will not have salvation! Nothing for me but

hell. Come, eternal torments. O God, do not hear my prayers, for I will

not be saved. I hate everything that God has made._"

PORTEUS (Beilby, Bishop of London. Among his works are a "Life of

Archbishop Seeker," "Sermons," and a Seatonian prize poem on "Death." It

is said that he assisted Hannah More in the composition of "Coelebs in

Search of a Wife"), 1731-1808. "_O, that glorious sun!_"

PRESTON (John, author of "Treatise on the Covenant"), 1587-1628.

"_Blessed be God, though I change my place, I shall not change my

company; for I have walked with God while living, and now I go to rest

with God._"

PRIESTLY (Joseph, philosopher and writer), 1733-1804. "_I am going to

sleep like you, but we shall all awake together, and I trust to

everlasting happiness_," spoken to his grandchildren and attendants.

To Priestly we owe our knowledge of oxygen, binoxide of nitrogen,

sulphurous acid, fluosilicic acid, muriatic acid, ammonia, carburetted

hydrogen, and carbonic oxide.

PUSEY (Edward Bouverie, Regius professor of Hebrew at Oxford, author

with John Henry Newman, of "Tracts for the Times." He favored auricular

confession and many of the distinctive doctrines and practices of the

Roman Catholic church), 1800-1882. "_My God!_"

He repeated again and again during his last hours the words, "The body

of our Lord Jesus Christ which was given for thee, preserve thy body and

soul unto everlasting life." When a common cup containing food was

brought to him, he clutched it with reverent eagerness, thinking in the

bewilderment of his mind, that it was the chalice. When he saw the

friends about his bed kneeling in prayer, he raised his hand, with the

words, "By His authority committed unto me, I absolve thee from all thy

sins." At last, gazing about him as though he saw what the dear ones by

his bedside could not see, he cried out, "My God!" and ceased to

breathe. His Hebrew Bible lay open on a little table near his bed just

as he had left it a few days before, at 1 Chron. xvi, where is described

David's triumphant restoration of the ark of God to its place in the

reverent worship of Israel.

QUARLES (Francis, quaint English poet, author of "Emblems"), 1592-1644.

"_What I cannot utter with my mouth, accept, Lord, from my heart and

soul._"

QUIN (James, actor), 1693-1766. "_I could wish this tragic scene were

over, but I hope to go through it with becoming dignity._"

QUICK (John, actor), 1748-1831. "_Is this death?_"

RABELAIS (Francois), about 1483-1553. "_Let down the curtain, the farce

is over._" Some say his last words were, "I am going to the great

perhaps."

RALEIGH or RAWLEIGH (Sir Walter), 1552-1618. "_This is a sharp medicine,

but a sure remedy for all evils!_" These words he said upon the

scaffold, when permitted to feel of the edge of the axe. Some say that

later he was asked which way he chose to place himself on the block, and

that he replied, "So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the

head lies." Others say that his last words were these addressed to the

hesitating headsman, "Why dost thou not strike? Strike!"

The lovers of tobacco will remember that it was Sir Walter Raleigh who

introduced their "delightful weed" into Europe. So fond was he of the

weed that he used it upon the scaffold. The snuff-box out of which he

took a pinch just before his head rested upon the block was in constant

use by the Duke of Sussex, and was disposed of at his sale for L6.

Mr. Van Klaes whose will is celebrated all over Holland was not to be

behind Sir Walter Raleigh in his devotion to tobacco. After his bequests

to relatives and charities, he has this paragraph in his will:

"I wish every smoker in the kingdom to be invited to my funeral in every

way possible, by letter, circular and advertisement. Every smoker who

takes advantage of the invitation shall receive as a present ten pounds

of tobacco, and two pipes on which shall be engraved my name, my crest,

and the date of my death. The poor of the neighborhood who accompany my

bier shall receive every year on the anniversary of my death a large

package of tobacco. I make the condition that all those who assist at my

funeral, if they wish to partake of the benefits of my will, must smoke

without interruption during the entire ceremony. My body shall be placed

in a coffin lined throughout with the wood of my old Havana cigar-boxes.

At the foot of the coffin shall be placed a box of French tobacco called

_Caporal_ and a package of our old Dutch tobacco. At my side place my

favorite pipe and a box of matches, ... for one never knows what may

happen. When the bier rests in the vault, all the persons in the funeral

procession are requested to cast upon it the ashes of their pipes, as

they pass it on their departure from the grounds."

The wishes of the testator were fulfilled to the letter. The funeral

went off gloriously in dense clouds of smoke. Mr. Van Klaes' cook,

Gertrude, to whom was left in a codicil to the will a large sum of money

on condition she should overcome her aversion to tobacco, walked in the

funeral procession with a cigarette in her mouth.

RANDOLPH (John, an able but eccentric American statesman), 1773-1833.

"_Write that word 'Remorse;' show it to me._" These words rest upon

doubtful authority.

RAPHAEL (Sanzio, most illustrious of painters. "The Transfiguration" at

Rome, and the "Madonna di San Sisto" at Dresden are accounted his

master-pieces), 1483-1520. "_Happy--._'

"Once again Raphael revived, and, supported by two friends, arose and

looked around with wide-open eyes. 'Whence comes the sunshine?' murmured

he.

"'Raphael,' cried I, and extended both hands toward him, 'do you

recognize me?'

"For a moment it seemed as if he had not heard me, then he spoke again,

and the holy calm of his expression, in spite of the death-struggle,

bore testimony to his words, 'Happy--.' He tried to finish the sentence,

but could not. He never uttered another word, but it was full night when

a voice broke through the long stillness: 'Raphael is dead!'"

_Cardinal Bibbiena in a letter to his niece Maria di Bibbiena._

RAVAILLAC (Francois, the assassin of Henry IV. of France), 1578-1610.

"_I receive absolution upon this condition._" Ravaillac asked absolution

of Dr. Filesac, who answered, "We are forbidden to give it in the case

of a crime of high treason, unless the guilty one reveals his abettors

and accomplices." Ravaillac replied, "I have none. It is I alone that

did it. Give me a conditional absolution. You cannot refuse this."

"Well, then," said Dr. Filesac, "I give it to you, but if the contrary

be true, instead of absolution I pronounce your eternal damnation. Look

to it." Ravaillac answered, "I receive absolution upon this condition."

On May 27, 1610, Ravaillac was declared by the Parliament guilty of

divine and human high treason; condemned to have his flesh torn with hot

pincers and the wounds filled with melted lead, boiling oil, etc.; to

have his right hand, holding the regicidal knife, burned in a fire of

sulphur; to be afterward torn to pieces alive by four horses, to have

his members reduced to ashes and the ashes thrown to the winds. The same

decree ordered that the house in which he was born be demolished; that

his father and his mother leave the kingdom in fifteen days, with orders

not to return, under penalty of being hung and strangled; and finally

that his brothers, sisters, uncles, etc., give up the name of Ravaillac

and take another, under pain of the same penalties.

Ravaillac, most fearless of fanatics and devotees, said, when

interrogated before Parliament as to his estate and calling, "I teach

children to read, write, and pray to God." At his third examination, he

wrote beneath the signature which he had affixed to his testimony the

following distich:

"Que toujours, dans mon coeur,

Jesus soit le vainqueur!"

and a member of Parliament exclaimed on reading it, "Where the devil

will religion lodge next!"[42]

[42] John Chastel was torn to pieces sixteen years before, for

attempting the life of the same monarch. Salcede, the Spaniard,

endeavored to assassinate Henri III., and was accordingly

dismembered. Nicholas de Salvado and Balthazar de Gerrard suffered

in the same way for attacking William, Prince of Orange. Livy

records that Mettius Suffetius was dismembered by chariots for

deserting the Roman cause.

RAYMOND (John Howard, President of Vassar College), 1814--. "_How

easy--how easy--how easy to glide from work here to the work----_"

_there_, he evidently wished to add, but his voice failed him.

READE (Charles, author of "Peg Woffington," "The Cloister and the

Hearth," "Very Hard Cash," "Griffith Gaunt" and "Put Yourself in His

Place"), 1814-1884. "_Amazing, amazing glory! I am having Paul's

understanding._" He referred to 2 Cor. xii. 1-4, which had previously

been a subject of conversation with a relative. In the epitaph which he

wrote for his own tombstone, he shows his complete reliance for future

happiness on the merits and mediation of Christ:

HERE LIE,

BY THE SIDE OF HIS BELOVED FRIEND,

THE MORTAL REMAINS OF

CHARLES READE,

DRAMATIST, NOVELIST AND JOURNALIST.

HIS LAST WORDS TO MANKIND ARE

ON THIS STONE.

"I hope for a resurrection, not from any power in nature, but from the

will of the Lord God Omnipotent, who made nature and me. He created me

out of nothing, which nature could not do. He can restore man from the

dust, which nature cannot.

"And I hope for holiness and happiness in a future life, not for any

thing I have said or done in this body, but from the merits and

mediation of Jesus Christ.

"He has promised his intercession to all who seek him, and he will not

break his word; that intercession, once granted, cannot be rejected: for

he is God, and his merits infinite; a man's sins are but human and

finite.

"'Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.' 'If any man sin,

we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the Righteous, and he

is the propitiation for our sins.'"

RENAN (Ernest, Orientalist and critic), 1823-1892. "_I have done my

work. It is the most natural thing in the world to die; let us accept

the Laws of the Universe--the heavens and the earth remain._"

Some authorities give his last words thus: "Let us submit to the Laws of

Nature of which we are one of the manifestations. The heavens and the

earth abide."

He began to study for the priesthood, but renounced that profession

because he doubted the truth of the orthodox creed. He displayed much

learning in his "General History of the Semitic Languages," was admitted

into the Academy of Inscriptions in 1856, and was sent to Syria in 1860

to search for relics of ancient learning and civilization. Soon after

his return he was appointed professor of Hebrew in the College of

France, but was suspended in 1862, in deference to the will of those who

considered him unsound in faith. He admits the excellence of the

Christian religion, but discredits its supernatural origin and rejects

the miracles.--_Lippincott's Biographical Dictionary._

REYNOLDS (Sir Joshua, celebrated portrait painter), 1723-1792. "_I have

been fortunate in long good health and constant success, and I ought not

to complain. I know that all things on earth must have an end, and now I

am come to mine._"

RICHELIEU (Armand Jean du Plessis, Cardinal and French statesman),

1585-1642. "_Absolutely, and I pray God to condemn me, if I have had any

other aim than the welfare of God and the state_," in reply to the

question whether he pardoned his enemies.

His last words are sometimes incorrectly given thus: "I have no enemies

except those of the State."

RICHMOND (Leigh, a clergyman of the English Church, and author of

"Annals of the Poor" and "The Fathers of the English Church"),

1772-1827. "_Brother, brother, strong evidences, nothing but strong

evidences will do in such an hour as this. I have looked here and looked

there for them, and all have failed me, and so I cast myself on the

sovereign, free and full grace of God in the covenant by Jesus Christ;

and there, brother, there I have found peace._"

RICHTER (Jean Paul Frederich, German author), 1763-1825. "_My beautiful

flowers, my lovely flowers!_"

His wife brought him a wreath of flowers that a lady had sent him, for

every one wished to add some charm to his last days. As he touched them

carefully, for he could neither see nor smell them, he seemed to rejoice

in the images of the flowers in his mind, for he said repeatedly, "My

beautiful flowers, my lovely flowers!"

Although his friends sat around the bed, as he imagined it was night,

they conversed no longer; he arranged his arms as if preparing for

repose, which was to be to him the repose of death, and soon sank into a

tranquil sleep.... At length his respiration became less regular, but

his features always calmer, more heavenly. A slight convulsion passed

over the face; the physician cried out, "That is death!" and all was

quiet. The spirit had departed.

ROBERTSON (Frederick William, an English clergyman of singular purity

and depth of religious feeling, and of great ability), 1816-1853. "_I

cannot bear it; let me rest. I must die. Let God do his work._"

A member of his congregation, a chemist, asked him to look at his

galvanic apparatus. He took the ends of the wire, completed the circuit,

experiencing the tingling. He then held the end of the wire to the back

of the head and neck, without a single sensation being elicited. Then he

touched his forehead for a second. "Instantly a crashing pain shot

through, as if my skull was stove in, and a bolt of fire were burning

through and through." In the same letter he writes, "My work is done."

Some hope might have been entertained if he could have had a curate to

help him with his work. But the then Vicar of Brighton, rather an

unsympathetic man, refused to let him have the curate on whom his heart

was set. So he sank, unrelieved, into death. The dark secrets of the

hospital of torture hardly reveal greater suffering than Robertson

endured in those last hours. When they sought to change his position, he

said, "I cannot bear it; let me rest. I must die. Let God do his work."

These were his last words.

He was only thirty-seven years old when he died; an age when he had not

reached the climax of his powers, or the complete development of his

character and views. It is an interesting circumstance that after his

death an inhabitant of Brighton who had stood aloof from his teaching

during his lifetime, read his sermons and was so struck with the beauty

of his teaching that in gratitude he placed a marble bust of the great

preacher in the Pavilion.

_London Society._

For six years he continued to preach sermons, the like of which, for

blending of delicacy and strength of thought, poetic beauty and homely

lucidity of speech, had perhaps never been heard before in England.

Robertson was unhappily (for his comfort) not very "orthodox;"

consequently he was long misunderstood, and vilified by the "professedly

religious portion of society;" but so true, so beautiful was his daily

life and conversation that he almost outlived those pious calumnies, and

his death (from consumption) threw the whole town in mourning.--_Chambers'

Encyclopaedia._

ROB ROY (whose original name was Macgregor, was a friend and follower of

the "Pretender" in the Rebellion of 1715. He is the hero of one of

Scott's novels), about 1660-1743.

Tradition relates that Rob Roy was visited on his death-bed by a person

with whom he was at enmity, and that as soon as the visitor, whom he

treated with a cold, haughty civility during their short conference, had

departed, the dying man said, "Now all is over--let the piper play '_Ha

til mi tulidh_' (we return no more)"--and he is said to have expired

before the dirge was finished.--_Francis Jacox._

ROYER-COLLARD (Pierre Paul, French philosopher and statesman),

1763-1845. "_There is nothing solid and substantial in the world but

religious ideas._"

ROGERS (John, Vicar of St. Pulchers, and reader of St. Paul's in London.

He was burnt at the stake),--1555. "_Lord, receive my spirit._"

ROLAND (Marie Jeanne Philipon, Madame. "The Spirit of the Girondin

Party"), 1754-1793. "_Go first; I can at least spare you the pain of

seeing my blood flow._"

When she arrived in front of the Statue of Liberty, she bent her head to

it, exclaiming, "Oh Liberty, how many crimes are committed in thy name!"

At the foot of the scaffold she said to her companion, an old and timid

man, whom she had been encouraging on the way, "Go first; I can at least

spare you the pain of seeing my blood flow."

ROMAINE (William, English theologian, for thirty years rector of

Blackfriars), 1714-1795. "_Holy, holy, holy, blessed Lord Jesus! to Thee

be endless praise!_"

ROSA (Salvator, Italian painter), 1615-1673. "_To judge by what I now

endure, the hand of death grasps me sharply._" Last recorded words.

ROSSETTI (Dante Gabriel, English painter and poet, leader in the

Pre-Raphaelite movement), 1828-1882. "_I think I shall die to-night._"

These are his last recorded words.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti is buried near the waves of his beloved German

Ocean in the churchyard of Birchington, a small village on the Isle of

Thanet. He died in 1882 at his bungalow, on a cliff near by, and his

grave is marked by a tall Celtic cross of stone, carved with designs by

Ford Madox Brown. The head and arms of the cross are decorated with a

spray ending in leaves, and two leafy branches right and left. The shaft

has four panels, with reliefs. The upper compartment has a figure of

Christ, fronting, and two figures right and left in profile. The panel

below has a kneeling bull, with wings, to represent the Evangelist.

Below that is a kneeling painter, with canvas and easel before him and

his palette on his arm. The lowest panel is filled with a decorative

scroll. There is a stained-glass window to his memory in the little

church.

ROUSSEAU (Jean Jacques, the famous author of "La Nouvelle Heloise,"

"Emile," "Du Contrat Social" and "Confessions"), 1712-1778. "_Throw up

the window that I may see once more the magnificent scene of nature._"

RUTHERFORD (Rev. Samuel), 1695-1779. "_If he should slay me ten thousand

times, ten thousand times I'll trust him. I feel, I feel, I believe in

joy, and rejoice; I feed on manna. O for arms to embrace him! O for a

well-tuned harp!_"

RUTHERFORD (Rev. Thomas), 1712-1771. "_He has indeed been a precious

Christ to me; and now I feel him to be my rock, my strength, my rest, my

hope, my joy, my all in all._"

SABATIER (Raphael Bienvenu, French surgeon), 1732-1811. "_Contemplate

the state in which I am fallen, and learn to die_," said to his son.

He was ashamed of his bodily infirmities and of his approaching

mortality.

SAMSON (one of the judges of Israel, of the tribe of Dan, and the son of

Manoah), about B. C. 1155. "_Let me die with the Philistines._" After

performing several wonderful deeds of strength, he was made prisoner,

and deprived of sight by the Philistines, a great number of whom he

subsequently destroyed, along with himself, by pulling down the temple

in which they were assembled.

_See Judges, xvi._

SAND ("George," pseudonym of Madame Dudevant), 1804-1876. "_Laissez la

verdure_"--meaning, "Leave the tomb green, do not cover it over with

bricks or stone."

SANDERSON (Robert, English prelate, chaplain to Charles I., and later

Bishop of London), 1587-1663. "_My heart is fixed, O God! my heart is

fixed where true joy is to be found._"

SARPI (Fra Paolo, author of "History of the Council of Trent," and

opponent of the doctrine of the infallibility of the Pope), 1552-1623.

"_Be thou everlasting._" These words were spoken in reference to his

country, Venice.

SAUNDERS (Lawrence, suffered martyrdom during the reign of Queen Mary).

"_Welcome the cross of Christ, welcome everlasting life._"

Away went Mr. Saunders, with a merry courage, toward the fire. He fell

to the ground and prayed; he rose up again and took the stake to which

he should be chained in his arms and kissed it, saying: "Welcome the

cross of Christ, welcome everlasting life." Being fastened to the stake

he fell full sweetly asleep in the Lord.

_Fox's "Book of Martyrs."_

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