. Life and death : being an authentic account of the deaths of one hundred celebrated men and women, with their portraits . sdeath. He wrote: We fix our gaze on the ruins of a palace or a perishes, passes away. It is only time that endures. I walk between 121 122 A BOOK OF LIFE AND DEATH two eternities. To whatever side I turn my eyes, the objects that surroundme tell of an end and teach me resignation. What is my ephemeral existencecompared with that of the crumbling rock or the decaying forest? and yet Icannot bear to die. Shall I repine that this feeble tissue of flesh and fibre
. Life and death : being an authentic account of the deaths of one hundred celebrated men and women, with their portraits . sdeath. He wrote: We fix our gaze on the ruins of a palace or a perishes, passes away. It is only time that endures. I walk between 121 122 A BOOK OF LIFE AND DEATH two eternities. To whatever side I turn my eyes, the objects that surroundme tell of an end and teach me resignation. What is my ephemeral existencecompared with that of the crumbling rock or the decaying forest? and yet Icannot bear to die. Shall I repine that this feeble tissue of flesh and fibre issubject to the universal law, that executes itself inexorably on the verybronze itself? Diderot had always maintained that an examination of the organs afterdeath was a useful practice, and the operation took place in his own case,nothing remarkable being revealed. He was buried in the vaults of thechurch of Saint Roche in Paris. His end had come so suddenly that thepriests escaped the necessity of denying him the funeral rites of the church. Authorities: Biographie Universelle; Diderots Works; John Morleys UoCioR SAMLLL (HI twi^rnv/ti^^ by II. Holt of a picture by Sir J. Ktynolds. No. 57 The Death of Samuel Johnson. Born 1709. Died13th December 1784. WE now have to behold Samuel Johnson preparing himself for thatdoom from which no man is exempt. Death had always been tohim an object of terror, so that, though by no means happy inhis existence, he still clung to life with an eagerness at which many havewondered. I would give one of my legs, said Dr. Johnson, for a yearmore of life: I mean comfortable life, not such as that from which I nowsuffer. At any time when he was ill he was much pleased to be told he lookedbetter. His views as to futurity were rational. You know, he said, I neverthought confidence with respect to futurity any part of the character of a brave,wise, or good man. Bravery has no place where it can avail nothing. Onanother occasion, wh
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