fkt atstA gi ltal PanI fr,dri,h Richter.
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Moor had by this time arfivsd Rielder. rhinking n wSs night, sald-.'h is iiae to % fo rest!" and wished 10 retire. lie was wheeled inlo hls sleep. Ing apartment, and aIi a,rar ged n for repos-; emaH fable pcar his bed, with glass of water end hls two watches; common one end rePeaters-- His wife now hsoaght bim wreath of flowers that c lady had sent hin, for every one wished 10 add some charm b his lasi days. As ne touched them carefully. fer he could nither see nor mell them he seemed to rejoice in the images of the flowers in his mind, for he said repeatedly to CascIine- sa s"aiy beantiiul aowets-soy lovely foweFs!" { Although his friends sat around the bed, as he .s imagined t was night they cenversed no longer; he arranged his aFlns as if preparing for Tepose, which wAs 10 him the repose of dcath, and soon sank snto tranquil sleep.

 eat ei the head of ihe bed, with her eyes immoya- biy Rx q on the face of her beloved husband. Otto had retired and the nerhew sat with Plato's Phde- dsa in his hand, opened at the death of Socrates. At that moment tail and besnliiHi form entered the chamber; and at The foot of the bed with his hands raised to Heaven, and deeply moved, he re- reaied aloud the prayer of his Mosaic faith II was C Emanuel, and aexi 10 Otto, the most beloved oi Richter's friends.

 h About six o'clock the physrisn entered. Richter yet appeared t1 sleep; his feaiires became every momeDt hoieF his brow more Heavenly, but it was cold marble to the touch; and as the tears of his wife fslInpon t, he remained inmovsb!e Asleagth shisrespFaon became less regular hat his features always esper, more Heavenly. slight eonvni. sicp passed the face; the physician cried ont .Ihst is death r and all was quiet The spirit had depaFtedt

 hss All sank. praying, upon their knees This mo- meut that raised them above the earth with the e. slparting spirit, admitted oi no tears!

 "Thns Richter went from the earth, great and holy as poet. greater and hciier as a mani" involuntarily we recall the death bed of another great poet, oa tha, delicious summers day. when tbe windows were all open, and tho only sound the ripple of the Tweed upon its stony bed Here. in the midst of winter deeper fepose must have con- secfafed the dea,h-bcd of Richter as if Nature her self stood reserently still, when her worshppcr snd interpreter laid down 'he garment m which he had minlsteted in her temple

 Richter. was buried by torch !igIl.: the unfinished manuscIipi oi Selina borne upon his ecin. and the noble ode of kopstoek---

 "fhou shalt rise, my soui"

 was sung by the students of fha Gymnasium ct the burial vsult.-Btaeksvcod's MacGsine