I tell you these things that you may see what a kind heart he had, and how at his last hour he thought not of him-self.
His old friend, Dr. Craik, who stood by his side when he first went forth to war, in the year 1754, was with him in these last hours, when Death was the foe that Wash-ing-ton had to meet. He said to Dr. Craik, "I die hard, but I am not a-fraid to go, my breath can-not last long." He felt his own pulse, and breathed his last on the night of De-cem-ber 14, 1799.
His wife, who sat at the foot of the bed, asked with a firm voice, "Is he gone?" Lear, who could not speak, made a sign that he was no more. "'Tis well," said she in the same voice. "All is now at an end, and I shall soon join him."
Thus lived and died this great and good man, "first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of" those who love "the land of the free."
Praise did not spoil him or make him vain; but from first to last he was the same wise, calm, true friend, full of love to God and of good-will to man.
Great and good men have been born in-to the world, but none whose name and fame rank as high as that of George Wash-ing-ton.