LIFE OF SADI CARNOT. 35 



time is not without excuse. I have been sick for 

 a long time, and in a very wearisome way. I have 

 had an inflammation of the lungs, followed by scar- 

 let-fever. (Perhaps you know what this horrible 

 disease is.) I had to remain twelve days in bed, 

 without sleep or food, without any occupation, 

 amusing myself with leeches, with drinks, with 

 baths, and other toys out of the same shop. This 

 little diversion is not yet ended, for I am still very 

 feeble." 



This letter was written at the end of July. 



There was a relapse, then brain fever; then final- 

 ly, hardly recovered from so many violent illnesses 

 which had Aveakened him morally and physically, 

 Sadi was carried off in a few hours, August 24, 

 1832, by an attack of cholera. Towards the last, 

 and as if from a dark presentiment, he had given 

 much attention to the prevailing epidemic, follow- 

 ing its course with the attention and penetration 

 that he gave to everything. 



Sadi Carnot died in the vigor of life, in the 

 brightness of a career that he bade fair to run with 

 glory, leaving memory of profound esteem and 

 affection in the hearts of many friends. 



His copy-books, filled with memoranda, attest 

 the activity of his mind, the variety of his knowl- 

 edge, his love of humanity, his' clear sentiments of 



