. Life and death : being an authentic account of the deaths of one hundred celebrated men and women, with their portraits . one has since borne the name of Schwedenstein—the stone ofthe Swede. Defaced with wounds and blood, trodden under the hoofs ofhorses, stripped of his ornaments, the Kings body was drawn from outthe heap of bodies and brought to Weissenfels, and there delivered to thelamentations of his troops and the last embraces of his Oueen. Individualgrief was drowned in universal sorrow. Astounded by this overwhelmingstroke, the generals in blank despondency stood round his bier, and
. Life and death : being an authentic account of the deaths of one hundred celebrated men and women, with their portraits . one has since borne the name of Schwedenstein—the stone ofthe Swede. Defaced with wounds and blood, trodden under the hoofs ofhorses, stripped of his ornaments, the Kings body was drawn from outthe heap of bodies and brought to Weissenfels, and there delivered to thelamentations of his troops and the last embraces of his Oueen. Individualgrief was drowned in universal sorrow. Astounded by this overwhelmingstroke, the generals in blank despondency stood round his bier, and noneyet ventured to conceive the full extent of their loss. On his return to Saxony in 1632, shortly before the battle of Liitzen, thepeople had received him with such extraordinary acclamations, that he saidto his chaplain: * I fear lest God should punish me for the madness of thepeople. Would not one think that they look upon me as a divinity? He whois called a jealous God might well bring it home to them that I am but aweak mortal. His presentiment did not deceive him. Authority; Schiller, translated by No. 34 The Death of Mr. George Herbert, Poet and 1593. Died 1633. T HE Sunday before his death, he rose suddenly from his couch, calledfor one of his instruments, took it into his hand and said: «< My God, my God,My music shall find Thee, and evry stringShall have his attribute to sing. And having tuned the instrument he played and sang: The Sundays of mans life,Threaded together on times string,Make bracelets to adorn the wifeOf the eternal glorious King;On Sunday heavens gate stands ope,Blessings are plentiful and rife. More plentiful than hope. Thus he sang on earth such hymns and anthems as the angels. Thus hecontinued meditating, praying, and rejoicing till the day of his death, and onthat day said to Mr. Woodnot: My dear friend, I am sorry I have nothingto present to my merciful God but sin and misery; but the first is pardoned,and a few hou
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