80 BARON CUVIER. 



pitied, indeed, who does not care whether the 

 Avorld loves him. 



On May 13, the nomination of Cuvier to the 

 presidency of the whole Council of State was 

 taken to the sovereign for his signature, but it 

 came too late. Cuvier died that day. Four hours 

 before his death he had asked to be taken into the 

 room where he had met and talked with so many 

 of the renowned of earth, and where his Clem- 

 entine had charmed them by her presence. And 

 there he died. 



He was buried in Pere la Chaise, by his own 

 request, under the tombstone which covered Clem- 

 entine, and whose death had virtually caused his 

 own. His coffin was borne by the pupils of the dif- 

 ferent colleges in which he had taught, thousands 

 following it to the cemetery. His library of nine- 

 teen thousand volumes was purchased by the gov- 

 ernment for the Jardin des Plantes. There was no 

 child left to bear his titles. 



Not only do the books of such a man live ; his 

 whole life, with its untiring energy ? its prompt- 

 ness, its order, its unfaltering purpose, its high 

 aims, as well as its tenderness and nobility of 

 heart, is a constant inspiration. 



