Early in January, 1820, it became known that the old King was unwell, and though a reassuring bulletin was issued--"His Majesty's disorder has undergone no sensible alteration. His Majesty's bodily health has partaken some of the infirmities of age, but has been generally good during the last month"--it was still believed that he would not recover. He could not get warm, his food did not nourish him, and his frame grew more and more emaciated; but it was not until January 27, when for the first time he kept his bed, that the physicians pronounced his life in danger. Two days later death claimed him. "A few minutes before this venerable monarch expired, he extended his arms, and bade his attendants raise him up--the doctors signified to his attendants not to do so, in the supposition that the effort would extinguish life,--but upon his repeating the request, they obeyed, and he thanked them. His lips were parched, and occasionally wetted with a sponge. He, with perfect presence of mind, said: 'Do not wet my lips but when I open my mouth.' And when done he added, thank you, it does me good.'"[340] [340] _Jerningham Letters._ So on January 29, 1820, died George III in the sixtieth year of his reign, and at the patriarchal age of eighty-one, unhonoured and unsung, the monarch of the greatest country that the world has yet seen, yet unenvied by the lowest of his subjects. "What preacher need moralize on this story; what words save the simplest are requisite to tell it? It is too terrible for tears." So runs Thackeray's exquisite passage on the downfall of George III, with which this work may fittingly conclude. "The thought of such misery smites me down in submission before the Ruler of kings and men, the Monarch supreme over empires and republics, the inscrutable Dispenser of Life, death, happiness, victory.... Low he lies, to whom the proudest used to kneel once, and who was cast lower than the poorest: dead, whom millions prayed for in vain. Driven off his throne, buffeted by rude hands; with his children in revolt; the darling of his old age killed before him untimely; our Lear hangs over her breathless lips and cries, 'Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little!' 'Vex not his ghost--Oh! let him pass--he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer!' Hush! Strife and Quarrel, over the solemn grave! Sound, trumpets, a mournful march! Fall, dark curtain, upon his pageant, his pride, his grief, his awful tragedy!" AUTHORITIES ADOLPHUS, JOHN: History of England from the Accession to the Decease of King George the Third. 8 vols. 1840-1845. AIKIN, JOHN: Annals of the Reign of George the Third. 2 vols. 1820. ALBEMARLE, GEORGE THOMAS, EARL OF: Memoirs of the Earl of Rockingham and his Contemporaries. 2 vols. 1852. ALMON, JOHN: Anecdotes and Speeches of Chatham. Sixth Edition. 1797. ---- Anecdotes of Eminent Persons. 3 vols. 1797.