“Des Todes rührendes Bild

Steht Nichts als Schrecken dem

Weisen, und nicht als Ende dem Frommen.”

“Die Schöpfung hängt als Schleier, der aus Sonnen und Geistern gewebt ist, über dem Unendlichen, und die Ewigkeiten gehen vor dem Schleier vorbei, und ziehen ihn nicht weg von dem Glance, den er verhüllet. … Ich und du, und alle Menschen und alle Engel und alle Würmchen ruhen an seiner Brust, und das brausende, schlagende Welten- und Sonnenmeer ist em einziges Kind in seinem Arm.”

On the morning of Saturday, Oct. 23, 1852, Daniel Webster, whose statue was unveiled last Saturday in Central Park, said to his physician, “I shall die tonight.” Dr. Jeffries, much moved, replied, after a pause, “You are right, sir.” The gorgeous and jewelled October day rolled on at the edge of the sea; and when evening came, the last will and testament of your greatest statesman and orator was brought to him for his signature, which he affixed, and then said, “Thank God for strength to do a sensible act! O God, I thank Thee for all Thy mercies.” His family was brought to his bedside; and his biographer, Curtis, noticing that Mr. Webster was about to say something which should be recorded, took his seat at a table, and caught these last words. […]