In July, 1868, a torrid wave swept over the Northern States which carried off many frail and delicate persons in the large cities, and Doctor Morton was one of those who suffered from it. He happened to be in New York City at the time, and went to Central Park to escape the feeling of suffocation which oppressed him, but never returned alive.
He now lies in Mount Auburn Cemetery, with a modest monument over his grave erected by his Boston friends, with this epitaph composed by Dr. Jacob Bigelow:
William T. G. Morton
Inventor and revealer of anaesthetic inhalation by whom, pain in surgery was arrested and annulled before whom, in all time, surgery was agony since whom, science has control of pain
Doctor Morton was a self-made man, but not a rough diamond,--rather one of Nature's gentlemen.
The pleasant urbanity of his manner was so conspicuous that no person of sensibility could approach him without being impressed by it. His was a character such as those who liv