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fused notes of an organ. Inexperienced as he then was in the diversified approaches of the last messenger, he conceived it to be the sound of his immediate summons, and after listening to it for sereral minutes, he arose from the foot of the bed on which he was sitting, to take a nearer, and a last view of his departing relative, commending his soul in silence, to that gracious Saviour, whom in the fulness of mental health he had delighted to honour. As he put aside the curtain, he opened his eyes; but closed them without speaking, and breathed as usual.
In the early part of Monday the 21st, and indeed till toward the hour of dinner, he appeared to be dying, but he so far recovered as to be able to partake slightly of that meal.
The near approach of his dissolution became more and more observable in every succeeding hour of Tuesday and Wednesday.
On Thursday the weakness was not at all diminished; but he sat up as usual for a short time in the evening.
In the course of the night, when he appeared to be exceedingly exhausted, some refreshment was presented to him by Miss Perowne. From a persuasion, however, that nothing could aneliorate his feelings, though without any apparent impression that the hand of death was already upon him, he rejected the cordial with these words, the very last that he was heard to utter, • What can it signify?"
At five in the morning of Friday the 25th, a deadly change in his features was observed to take place. He remained in an insensible state from that time till about five minutes before five in the afternoon, when he ceased to breathe. And in so mild and gentle a manner did his spirit take its flight, that though the writer of this Memoir, his medical attendant Mr. Woods, and three other persons, were standing at the foot and side of the bed, with their eyes his dying countenance, the precise moment of his departure was unobserved by any.
From this mournful period, till the features of his deceased friend were closed from his view, the expressionwhich the kinsman of Cowper observed in them, and which he was affectionately delighted to suppose an index of the last thoughts and enjoyments of his soul in its gradual escape from the depths of despondence, was that of calmness and composure, mingled, as it were, with holy surprise.
fixed upon He was buried in St. Edmund's Chapel, in the Church of East Dereham, on Saturday the 2d of May. Over his grave a Monument is erected, bearing the following inscription, from the pen of Mr. Hayley.
Ye, who with warmth the public triumph feel