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the uneasiness that had there been given him by the revolution, of 
the great and unexpected manner in which he had been indemnified 
for it by a prince greater, more powerful, (and he might have added, 
still more able to appreciate him,) who had decked him with honors 
and dignities, and who, still recently, had just sent him the grand 
cordon of the order of the re-union: indemnified, in fine, by one 
who, after having given him, during his life, unequivocal proofs of 
the highest esteem, has just done for his widow and his brother, 
more than ever Frederic had done for himself during all the time 
that he had adorned his academy. 
He had aspired for neither honors nor riches; but he received 
them with a respectful gratitude, and delighted in them for the ben- 
efit of the sciences. He thought fit to deck with these titles the 
frontispiece of the work, which he caused to be printed, to show to 
the universe to what degree the savans were honored in France. 
We see, by these last words, that he had not lost all hope of cure. 
He simply believed that his convalescence would be long: he prom- 
ised them, as soon as his. powers returned, to go and dine with M. 
le Comte de Lacépede, with MM. les Comtes Monge and Chap- 
tal; and there he proposed to give them on his life and his works 
other details than they could find any where. These details are ir- 
recoverably lost. We are still ignorant of what he had wished, and 
what he might have been able to add to the second volume of his 
Mecanique; already in the press. (This volume appeared in 1816.) 
During this conversation, which Jasted more than two hours, his 
memory often failed him: he made vain attempts to recall names 
and dates; but his language was coherent and full of strong thoughts 
and bold expressions. This employment which he made of his 
powers, exhausted him. Scarcely had his friends withdrawn, when 
he fell into a deep faintness ; and he died on the 10th April, at nine 
hours and three quarters of the morning. 
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M. Lagrange was of a delicate but fair complexion: his tranquil- 
lity, his moderation, an austere and frugal regimen, from which he 
seldom deviated, prolonged his career until the age of seventy seven 
years two months and three days. He. bad twice been. married ; 
the first time at Berlin, to do like all the other academicians, of whom 
none lived in celibacy. He had caused to come from Turin a rela- 
tive whom he married, and whom he lost after a long sickness, dur- 
ing which he had lavished on her cares, the most tender, ingenious, 
