Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 -- Last years; Poets, English -- 19th century -- Biography
late! Can it be possible you have not understood me?" "No, my lord,"
said I, "but I pray you to try and inform me once more." "How can I?"
rejoined my master; "it is now too late, and all is over!" I said,
"Not our will, but God's be done!" and he answered, "Yes, not mine be
done--but I will try." His lordship did indeed make several efforts to
speak, but could only repeat two or three words at a time, such as "My
wife! my child! my sister! You know all--you must say all--you know my
wishes." The rest was quite unintelligible.
'A consultation was now held about noon, when it was determined to
administer some Peruvian bark and wine. My master had now been nine
days without any sustenance whatever, except what I have already
mentioned. With the exception of a few words which can only interest
those to whom they were addressed, and which, if required, I shall
communicate to themselves, it was impossible to understand anything
his lordship said after taking the bark. He expressed a wish to sleep.
I at one time asked whether I should call Mr. Parry; to which he
replied, "Yes, you may call him." Mr. Parry desired him to compose
himself. He shed tears, and apparently sunk into a slumber. Mr. Parry
went away, expecting to find him refreshed on his return; but it was
the commencement of the lethargy preceding his death. The last words I
heard my master utter were at six o'clock on the evening of the 18th,
when he said, "I must sleep now"; upon which he laid down never to
rise again!--for he did not move hand or foot during the following
twenty-four hours. His lordship appeared, however, to be in a state of
suffocation at intervals, and had a frequent rattling in the throat.
On these occasions I called Tita to assist me in raising his head,
and I thought he seemed to get quite stiff. The rattling and choking
in the throat took place every half-hour; and we continued to raise
his head whenever the fit came on, till six o'clock in the evening of
the 19th, when I saw my master open his eyes and then shut them, but
without showing any symptom of pain, or moving hand or foot. "Oh, my
God!" I exclaimed, "I fear his lordship is gone." The doctors then
felt his pulse, and said, "You are right--he is gone."'
Dr. Bruno's answer to the above statement will be found in the Appendix.
CHAPTER XVI
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