He was struck by apoplexy on the road,--arm fallen powerless, early in the day, head dim and heavy; obviously an alarming case.

But he refused to stop anywhere; refused any surgery but such as could be done at once.

"Osnabruck! Osnabruck!" he reiterated, growing visibly worse.

Two subaltern Hanover Officials, "Privy-Councillor von Hardenberg, KAMMERHERR (Chamberlain) von Fabrice, were in the carriage with him;" [Gottfried, _Historische Chronik_ (Frankfurt, 1759), iii.872.Boyer, _The Political State of Great Britain,_ vol.xxxiii.pp.

545, 546.] King chiefly dozing, and at last supported in the arms of Fabrice, was heard murmuring, "C'EST FAIT DE MOI ('T is all over with me)!" And "Osnabruck! Osnabruck!" slumberously reiterated he: To Osnabruck, where my poor old Brother, Bishop as they call him, once a little Boy that trotted at my knee with blithe face, will have some human pity on me! So they rushed along all day, as at the gallop, his few attendants and he; and when the shades of night fell, and speech had now left the poor man, he still passionately gasped some gurgle of a sound like "Osnabruck;"-- hanging in the arms of Fabrice, and now evidently in the article of death.