...fire, Or water f By assassinates, or poison \ Speak : Or did he languish under some disease ? j£g e. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long : Ev'n wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years ;...

...faculties nearly to the la>t. I'o him the lines of Dryden, in "CEdipus," may with justice be applied : " Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell, like Autumn fruit that mellow'd long, [sooner ! Kv'n wonder'd at, because he drop'd no Fate seeni'd to wind him up for fourscore y;'ars,...

...violence will bow The languid limbs of age ! Oed. Disease then crush'd the good old monarch ? Aeg. Of no distemper — of no blast he died ; But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long, Ev'n wondered at, because he dropt no sooner. Oed. Tis well ! What blinded wretch will now regard Altars...

...this had been force, And force upon free-will hath here no place. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 9. AGE. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long, Even wonder' d at because, he dropt no sooner ; Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years Yet...

...in the same posture, with the book under his chin, as a man who becomes drowsy and goes to sleep. " Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long ; E'en wonder'il at because he falls no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet...

...retaining a good degree of mental vigor and physical activity to within a few days of his death. " Of no distemper, of no blast he died ; But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long : Ev'n wonder'd at, because it falls no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for four score years ; Yet...

...reading, until the lamp of life, in a moment of which his friends were ignorant, was extinguished. "Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long, E'en wondered at because he falls no sooner. Pate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore...

...even if they live in his memory. The intense school of poetry, believe me, has not surpast them. " Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like Autumn- fruit that mellow'd long, Ev'n wonder'd at, because he dropt no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for four score years, Yet...

...and the Christian — Is NO MORE! He has gone down to the grave, Full of days, riches, and honour. Of no distemper, of no blast, he died, But fell like autumn fruit, that mellow'd long ; E'en wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet...

...had accumulated around him — the gentlest of monitors and the most considerate of sufferers."* ' Of no distemper, of no blast he died. But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long ; E'en wondered at because he dropped no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore...