Chatterton. O, what an unction for the closing eye, And what a chant to fill the parting ear! [A distant clock again strikes the hour.] A signal! be it so. [Drinks poison.] The deed is done. O, my poor mother!--peace, my anguished soul. Have mercy, heaven, when I cease to be, And this last act of wretchedness forgive. [A look of agony passes over his face; he staggers to the bed and sinks upon his knees; then he rises and speaks deliriously.] The coach!-- The coach is coming! I can hear its wheels! Good-by, my friends; and mother, have no fear: I shall succeed. I'll write you all from London! [Falls in the moonlight upon the pieces of his manuscripts, and dies. Slow curtain. Curtain rises. Lights up. It is morning. Chatterton is discovered lying on the floor as before. A discussion among voices is heard without. Loud knocking.] Mrs. Angell. [From without.] Mr. Chatterton! [Knocking.] Mr. Chatterton! [Knocking.] Mr. Chatterton! CURTAIN End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Chatterton, by Ernest Lacy