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Judge of my surprise, when, on his pointing to a shelf 

 in the library, my eyes lit on the titles of several of my 

 own works, neatly bound, which, it seems, he had 

 himself ordered from Quebec, with other Canadian 

 publications. 



After a most cordial interview, the silvery-haired 

 savant, a handsome old man, invited me to a Dejeu- 

 ner a la Fourchette, as he styled it, on the ensuing 

 Thursday to meet with some of his Paris friends, several 

 leading gentleman from Canada, then visiting Paris. 

 I gladly accepted, postponing any other engagement I 

 might have on that day to the pleasure I anticipated at 

 such a reunion. The BSjeuner a la Fourchette, was 

 fixed for 11.30, A. M., and reminded me, only that it 

 was for an earlier hour of the day, of a recherche' 

 English luncheon. Punctually, on the appointed day, a 

 sunny August forenoon, I attended. Our kind host 

 expressed his concern that the summer vacation had 

 taken to the Pyranees and to Trouville, some of the 

 friends he had counted on to meet the invite's from the 

 shores of the St. Lawrence — among others, M. Eameau 

 de Saint-Pere, the author of " La France aux Colonies " : 

 the names of the others, have since escaped my memory. 

 I was happy to meet two compatriots, the Hon. J. A. 



was not a Hercules. Losing his wife and daughter at an early 

 date, lie lived alone. 



" One of his keenest sorrows was the demolition of the 

 house in the Rue Saint Thomas d'Aquin, where he had resided 

 40 years, and when he was forced to remove to the Rue de 

 Babylone it seemed to him as if he were removing into the 

 world from which no traveller returns. And he was not far 

 wrong, for death soon followed. That such a man should 

 eschew all pomp and vanity was natural. Hence nobody is 

 surprised that in his will he ordains that there shall be no 

 official invitations, no military honors, no decorations, and no 

 speeches at his funeral, which is to be that of the humblest 

 pauper. After the church service his body will be conveyed 

 to Pontarlier, his native town, and buried with the same 

 austere simplicity.' 1 



