mony of his affectionate remembrance of the services of some of the oldest and most faithful of his friends, followers, and servants.' He then announced his desire to receive the Sacraments of the Church -caused his chaplain, the Abbé Guelle, to be summoned-and desired that all his children and grandchildren then at Claremont, with his and their attendants, and in short the whole household, should be assembled to witness these last acts of devotion; and in their presence he discharged,' says the official announcement of the event, all the duties of religion with the most perfect Christian resignation, a stoical firmness, and a simplicity which is the real evidence of human greatness.' The Queen and all their children remained for a long time, kneeling, weeping, and praying around the bed, the King appearing perfectly sensible and tranquil, and recognising with a look of affection every eye that occasionally was raised to him. The fever increased in the night, but did not in the slightest degree affect his mental composure: nay, he seemed at one moment to feel so much better as to give a gleam of hope, which he accepted with alacrity. About four o'clock in the morning of the 26th he called his physician, and said, 'En vérité, Docteur, je me trouve bien-je crois que vous vous trompez, et que je ne partirai pas cette fois-ci." Doctor's answer was only to feel his pulse and to shake his head; but the King replied with some vivacity, ' Ah, mon cher Docteur, ceci n'est pas un fair trial (so), car je viens de tousser, et cela agite le pouls-so clear was his mind and so tenacious of hope. These were nearly the last words he spoke; but even after he ceased to speak, his eye distinguished benignantly the persons around. At length he closed his eyes, and after half an hour of sighs, but with no apparent pain, he expired (at 8 A.M.), still surrounded by his family and friends. Il est mort,' repeated to us an eyewitness of the scene, I comme un Chrétien doit mourir—comme un sage et un soldat savent mourir.'

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It was observed as a kind of consolation, that he did not expire on the 25th-the day of St. Louis, a great family festival-the fête, indeed, of his whole race, of all that have borne, or are to bear, the name of Louis-over which his death on that day would have thrown a long and gloomy shade.

His remains were conveyed on Monday, the 2nd of September, with as little parade as possible, to a private Roman Catholic chapel at Weybridge, and there deposited temporarily, in the expectation that the reproach to an ancient Republic may not be in this case applicable to France—' Ingrata patria, ne quidem ossa habebis,' but, on the contrary, agreeably to the hope expressed in the inscription on their present resting-place-' Hic jacent donec

in patriam, avitos inter cineres, Deo adjuvante, transferentur '—that they may be hereafter conveyed to the Chapel of Dreux, which his piety had raised over the remains of his maternal ancestors, where he had already laid some of his children, and where he hoped that he himself, his partner, and their descendants, might ultimately repose.

Some sensation was made by the sympathy evinced by the Count de Chambord ordering the celebration of the rites of the Church for the soul of his deceased kinsman ;-this was decent and becoming, and what might be expected-but a still more serious one has been produced by masses spontaneously celebrated in several parts of France-at Versailles, in the cathedral of Amiens, and many other important places, but, above all, one ordered by General Changarnier in the Chapel of the Tuileries, and attended by a number of the most distinguished men in France, under circumstances that give it, as well as the other demonstrations, considerable political importance as a solemn protest against the Revolution.

The singular anxiety to finish the anecdote which he had been writing has given rise to an idea that he has left a Journal, day by day, of his whole life. This we understand is not exactly so. Our readers know that one of the points of the singular but admirable education that Madame de Genlis gave Louis-Philippe and his brothers was to teach them to examine and regulate their mind and conduct by the keeping a Journal; and this Louis-Philippe had done, not, we suppose, continuously, not even perhaps for the greater part of his busy life, but for particular periods-during seasons either of peculiar interest or of unusual leisure. A fragment of his early Journal, extending from the autumn of 1790 to the summer of 1791, was lost or stolen in the tumults and pillage of the first Revolution, as the memoirs of 1815 have been in the late one, and, like these, were published by an illegitimate possessor, That most curious little tract had become very rare-so rare, indeed, that Louis-Philippe himself had not a copy, till a friend of ours lately presented him the copy from which we ourselves had made a translation, which was published in extenso in our article on The Personal History of Louis-Philippe. (Quar. Rev. vol. lii.) The King had also written and printed the Journal of the Hundred Days, just mentioned; and we were permitted to see and make extracts in our last March Number from his Journal of February and March, 1848. It is known too that during his residence at Claremont, as at former intervals of repose, he amused himself in recording his recollections; but no information has yet transpired of the extent (either as to bulk or time) of what he may have left-beyond the conjecture

(which is, however, only founded on an accidental expression of his which was repeated to us some months ago) that the portion which he was so anxious to complete related to his return to France in 1814. We confess, however, that we have in any case less curiosity about recollected memoirs than about those written from day to day in the frankness of youth, or under the vivid impression of the living events. The former class must inevitably partake somewhat of a more partial or perhaps controversial character. But whatever Louis-Philippe may have left, it will still be curious and valuable as the production of so powerful a mind always engaged in, and for a long period actually directing, the most extraordinary series of events in the history of the modern world. Its publication, however, must be of course a matter of great delicacy, and of mature deliberation, and we have not as yet heard even a rumour on the subject.

Note to the article on the Life of Mr. Ward, in No. 173.

We have received a letter from Mr. H. B. Ward, of Cowes, only surviving son of Mr. George Ward, the elder brother of Mr. Robert Plumer Ward, complaining of a paragraph in this article, p. 242. He says, after quoting some of our words:

'According to this statement-1. John Ward, the father of R. P. Ward, realized a large fortune; 2. George, the eldest son, inherited that fortune; and 3. Robert, the younger, consequently and comparatively had next to nothing. Now I reply to these assertions, that-1. John, the father, left a fortune of about, and never was reputed to be worth more than, 70001.; 2. George, the eldest son, so far from inheriting this fortune, was actually disinherited; and 3. Robert, of course, lost nothing by the preference shown towards his elder brother.*

In your paragraph it is admitted that Robert was indebted to his brothers for assistance at Oxford, and by them "enabled to eat his way through the Inner Temple to the Bar;" but this is a poor concession after the premises, and conveys a most inadequate idea of my father's unbounded generosity to a brother who received many, many thousands from him-the father of fifteen children, and indebted exclusively, under Providence, to his own superior talents and unwearied industry for the fortune he realized.',

As respects the history of the late Mr. George Ward's fortune, we readily accept his son's correction. The rest of this explanation might better have been addressed to Mr. Phipps than to us, who relied on the book before us, our only authority, and are surprised to find ourselves spoken of as admitting this, and conceding that, when we had not been aware of any ground for a controversy. But, after all, we do not now see that our statement insinuated anything whatever to the disadvantage of any of Mr. Plumer Ward's family.

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