Tread softly--make no noise To break his slumbers deep; Poor Scarron here enjoys His first calm night of sleep. --_Russell: Library Notes._ SCHILLER (Friedrich, "the only German poet who can contest the supremacy of Goethe"), 1759-1805. "_Many things are growing plain and clear to my understanding._" Of his friends and family he took a touching but tranquil farewell; he ordered that his funeral should be private, without pomp or parade. Some one inquiring how he felt, he said, "Calmer and calmer;" simple but memorable words, expressive of the mild heroism of the man. About six he sank into a deep sleep; once for a moment he looked up with a lively air and said, "Many things are growing plain and clear to my understanding." Again he closed his eyes, and his sleep deepened and deepened till it changed into the sleep from which there is no awakening, and all that remained of Schiller was a lifeless form soon to be mingled with the sods of the valley.--_Carlyle's "Life of Schiller."_ Dunzer says, in his "Life of Schiller": "During Schiller's delirium, from May 5th to May 9th, 1805, he repeated passages from his 'Demetrius,' and before falling asleep he called out, 'Is that your hell? Is that your heaven?' and then looked upward with a calm smile: '_Liebe, gute_' (Dear, good one), addressed to his wife, were the last words he uttered." Schiller's last words are sometimes given thus: "_Einen Blick in die Sonne._" SCHIMMELPENNINCK (Mary Anne, author of "Memoirs of Port-Royal"), 1778-1856. "_O, I hear such beautiful voices, and the children's are the loudest._" SCHLEGEL (Karl Wilhelm Friedrich, von, German philosopher and author), 1772-1829. "_But the consummate and perfect knowledge--_" SCHLEIERMACHER (Friedrich Ernst Daniel, distinguished German pulpit orator and theologian), 1768-1834. "_Now I can hold out here no longer. Lay me in a different posture._" On the last morning, Wednesday, February 12, his sufferings evidently became greater. He complained of a burning inward heat, and the first and last tone of impatience broke from his lips: "Ah, Lord, I suffer much!" The features of death came fully on, the eye was glazed, the death-struggle was over! At this moment, he laid the two fore-fingers upon his left eye, as he often did when in deep thought, and began to speak: "We have the atoning death of Jesus Christ, his body and his blood." During this he had raised himself up, his features began to be reanimated, his voice became clear and strong; he inquired with priestly solemnity: "Are ye one with me in this faith?" to which we, Lommatzsch and a female friend who were present, and myself, answered with a loud _yea_. "Then let us receive the Lord's Supper! but the sexton is not to be thought of; quick, quick! let no one stumble at the form; I have never held to the dead letter!"