Dying Words of John Randolph.
“HE suddenly roused himself, and exclaimed, ‘Remorse! remorse!’ It was thrice repeated, the last time at the top of his voice, with great agitation. He cried out—‘Let me see the word.’ ‘There is none in the room, sir.’ ‘Write it down, then—let me see the word.’ The doctor picked up one of his cards—‘Randolph of Roanoke’—‘Shall I write it on the cards?’ ‘Yes, nothing more proper.’ The word remorse was then written in pencil. He took the card in a hurried manner, and fastened his eyes on it with great intensity. ‘Write it on the back,’ he exclaimed. It was so done and handed him again. He was extremely agitated,—‘Remorse! you have no idea what it is; you can form no idea of it whatever.’”—Life of John Randolph of Roanoke, pp. 373–4. Such were the feelings of a distinguished politician when the whole was summed up in one word—“REMORSE!” How different the Christian’s dying language, who sums up all his feelings in one word, and says—“GLORY.” Let us all be Christians instead of politicians.