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Show LAST HOURS OF DEAN SIV!?? Friend of Genius Describes the Passing Pass-ing of One of Life'3 Immortals. About four months ago he gave me great trouble; he seemed to have a mind to taUx to me. In order to try what he would say I told him. I came to dine with him, and immediately immedi-ately his housekeeper, Mrs. Eidge-way, Eidge-way, said : "Won't you give Mr. Swift a glass of v?ine, sir?" He shrugged his shoulders, just as he used to do when he had a raiid a friend should pass the evening with him. Shrugging his shoulders, your lordship may remember, war- as much as to say, "You'll ruin me in wine." 1 own I was scarce al ie to bear the sight. Soon after he again endeavored, with a good deal of pain, to find words to speak to me: at last, not bting able, after many efforts, he gave a heavy sigh, and, I think, was afterward silent. This puts me in mind of what he said about five days ago. lie endeavored several times to speak to his servant (now and then he calls him by his rome) ; at last, not finding words to evpresa what he would be at, after so ':e uneasiness, un-easiness, he said, "I am a fool.'' Not long ago the servant took i:p hia watch that lay upon the table io see what o'clock it was. He said, "Bring it here;" and when it was brought he looked very attentively at it. Some time ago when the servant was breaking a large stubborn coal he said : "That's stone, you blockhead.'1 From "An Eighteenth Ccnturj Correspondence." |