He died
in Berlin on Sunday, July 14th, 1850, in the midst of his unfinished
labors. He had published what brings us down to the year 1294, and was
then at work upon the centuries which lie between that and the
Reformation. The posthumous volume, edited by Schneider, still falls
short, by nearly a hundred years, of that important epoch. Had he been
spared to proceed thus far, we had been the better reconciled to his
dying; although his countrymen were anxious to have him turn his peculiar
powers upon the Reformation itself, and the world-wide movements which
have grown out of it. But this was not to be. He died, leaving no one to
take his mantle; died, too, somewhat prematurely, for he was only
sixty-one years old.
Of his personal appearance, which was altogether unique, descriptions have
frequently been given. He was small of stature, his height not exceeding
five feet and four or five inches. He had studied so hard, exercised so
little, eaten so sparingly and suffered so much from imperfect health,
that his muscles seemed entirely relaxed and flabby. His hand, when he
gave it in salutation or in parting, was like that of a sick child. But
his hair remained as black as a raven.
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