Next we have Benjamin Franklin. Franklin, the author of Poor Richard's quaint sayings; Franklin the immortal axiom-builder, who used to sit up at nights reducing the rankest old threadbare platitudes to crisp and snappy maxims that had a nice, varnished, original look in their regimentals; who said, “Virtue is its own reward;” who said, “Procrastination is the thief of time;” who said, “Time and tide wait for no man” and “Necessity is the mother of invention;” good old Franklin, the Josh Billings of the eighteenth century--though, sooth to say, the latter transcends him in proverbial originality as much as he falls short of him in correctness of orthography. What sort of tactics did Franklin pursue? He pondered over his last words for as much as two weeks, and then when the time came, he said, “None but the brave deserve the fair,” and died happy. He could not have said a sweeter thing if he had lived till he was an idiot. Byron made a poor business of it, and could not think of anything to say, at the last moment but, “Augusta--sister--Lady Byron--tell Harriet Beecher Stowe”--etc., etc.,--but Shakespeare was ready and said, “England expects every man to do his duty!” and went off with splendid eclat. And there are other instances of sagacious preparation for a felicitous closing remark. For instance: Joan of Arc said, “Tramp, tramp, tramp the boys are marching.” Alexander the Great said, “Another of those Santa Cruz punches, if you please.” The Empress Josephine said, “Not for Jo-” and could get no further. Cleopatra said, “The Old Guard dies, but never surrenders.” Sir Walter Raleigh said, “Executioner, can I take your whetstone a moment, please?” though what for is not clear. John Smith said, “Alas, I am the last of my race.” Queen Elizabeth said, “Oh, I would give my kingdom for one moment more--I have forgotten my last words.” And Red Jacket, the noblest Indian brave that ever wielded a tomahawk in defence of a friendless and persecuted race, expired with these touching words upon his lips, “Wawkawampanoosucwinnebayowallazvsagamoresa-skatchewan.” There was not a dry eye in the wigwam. Let not this lesson be lost upon our public men. Let them take a healthy moment for preparation, and contrive some last words that shall be neat and to the point. Let Louis Napoleon say, “I am content to follow my uncle--still, I do not wish to improve upon his last word. Put me down for 'Tete d'armee.'” And Garret Davis, “Let me recite the unabridged dictionary.” And H. G., “I desire, now, to say a few words on political economy.” And Mr. Bergh, “Only take part of me at a time, if the load will be fatiguing to the hearse horses.” And Andrew Johnson, “I have been an alderman, Member of Congress, Governor, Senator, Pres--adieu, you know the rest.” And Seward., “Alas!-ka.” And Grant, “O.” All of which is respectfully submitted, with the most honorable intentions. M. T.