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Show The following aro tho dying words of some of our eminent statesmen, recently deceased: Shed no muleteers fLr me. B. II. Bkistow. Tho game is played out. Poiceu Eon SniKNciv. Stand by your ponl-trndcrahipa. '.'at d' A mice. Hfi.k.v.a i. I am glad that I dio young. It would bn a iTriMo thing to grow old and sin (hi. Wm.i.ia.h. My son, never write letters. Pli:in:i - 10 XT. This is noUuicide, but ansi-ssi nation, John It. Jlr.Ninci'fiox. If I had only been born twins I could have madejutt twice as much. Okvil L. Gjuxt. Some love to roam o'er tho dark Hca foam, but as for me, givo me a worm-eaten bull in u snug-harbor. UohksoV. Don't weep for mo. I'm glad to get out of" tht) wilderness. Meet me on tho happy hunting grounds. D FN A No. 'Icll JI. Butler I died happy, by special request. It. H. Dana. Look not on the still when it is crooked. John McDonald. Tbeysiiy the strccls of New Jerusalem Jerusa-lem urn paved with gold. I want lo go. Bo.'-s SiiKriiKKi). Who would have thought that cold loiigun would kill a man? Jaii-iikhinu Jaii-iikhinu Jim Bi.aini;. This is ft sacred thing. Deacon McK F.R. A tanner won't last you more than eight year. Uahcucic. 1 go where "mum's tho word." I Joyce. St. Louis Times, |