BRONTE (the brother of the authoresses).  While there is life there is will. (He died standing.)

BYRON.  I must sleep now.

[Sec.] CAESAR (Julius).  Et tu, Brute! (To Brutus, when he stabbed him.)

[*] CHARLEMAGNE.  Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit!

CHARLES I. (of England).  Remember! (To William Juxon, archbishop of Canterbury).

CHARLES II. (of England).  Don’t let poor Nellie starve! (Nell Gwynne).

CHARLES V. Ah!  Jesus!

CHARLES IX. (of France).  Nurse, nurse, what murder! what blood!  Oh!  I have done wrong.  God pardon me!  CHARLOTTE (The Princess).  You make me drink.  Pray, leave me quiet.  I find it affects my head.

CHESTERFIELD.  Give Day Rolles a chair.

COLUMBUS.  Lord, into Thy hands I commend my spirit!

CROME (John), O Hobbima, Hobbima, how I do love thee!

CROMWELL.  My desire is to make what haste I may to be gone.

[**]DEMONAX (the philosopher).  You may go home, the show is over.—­Lucian.

ELDEN (Lord).  It matters not where I am going, whether the weather be cold or hot.

FONTENELLE.  I suffer nothing, but feel a sort of difficulty in living longer.

FRANKLIN.  A dying man can do nothing easy.

GAINSBOROUGH.  We are all going to heaven, and Vandyke is of the company.

GEORGE IV.  Whatty, what is this?  It is death, my boy.  They have deceived me. (Said to his page, Sir Wathen Waller).

GIBBON.  Mon Dieu!  Mon Dieu!

[] GOETHE.  More light!

GREGORY VII.  I have loved justice and hated iniquity, therefore I die in exile.

[*] GREY (Lady Jane).  Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit!

GROTIUS.  Be serious.

HADYN.  God preserve the emperor!

HALLER.  The artery ceases to beat.

HAZLITT.  I have led a happy life.

HOBBES.  Now am I about to take my last voyage—­a great leap in the dark.

[||] HUNTER (Dr. William).  If I had strength to hold a pen, I would write down how easy and pleasant a thing it is to die.

IRVING.  If I die, I die unto the Lord.  Amen.

JAMES V. (of Scotland).  It came with a lass, and will go with a lass (i.e. the Scotch crown).

JEFFERSON (of America).  I resign my spirit to God, my daughter to my country.

JOHNSON (Dr.).  God bless you, my dear! (To Miss Morris).

KNOX.  Now it is come.

LOUIS I. Huz! huz!  Bouquet says:  “He turned his face to the wall; and twice cried, ‘Huz! huz!’ (out, out), and then died.”

LOUIS IX.  I will enter now into the house of the Lord.

[||] Louis XIV.  Why weep ye!  Did you think I should live for ever?  (Then after a pause) I thought dying had been harder.

[**] Louis XVII.  A king should die standing.