yet so many things remain to be done! Three important works to be published, the materials of which are prepared, and nothing remains for me but to write them.' I made an effort to find some words to express to him the general interest which he excited. I love to believe it,' he replied; 'I have long endeavoured to render myself worthy of it.'

"It will be seen that his last thoughts were toward the future, and aspiring after glory-a noble desire of immortality! At nine o'clock of the evening of the 13th of May, he had ceased to live, having reached only the age of 62, although belonging to a family remarkable for longevity.

At his own desire, Cuvier was buried in the Cemetery of Père la Chaise, beneath the tomb-stone which covered the remains of his daughter. His funeral obsequies were attended by men of all ranks and opinions, who even in the midst of a raging

pestilence (the cholera) were eager to offer on his tomb their last tribute of affection and admiration."

Affecting exclamation! So many things remain to be done! And they were of course left undone. The stern messenger of heaven had received his commission to arrest the philosopher, and was allowed no discretion in executing it; turning a deaf ear therefore to the wishes of Cuvier for a respite, seconded though they were by those of the whole scientific world, he carried off his illustrious victim to the tomb. O what a comment upon the words of the wisest of men," Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave whither thou goest.' ECCLES. 9, 10. Reader, when death comes, may this not be your exclamation in reference to the GREAT WORK, the work of your salvation. Yet how common a case is this!

What multitudes are surprised by the last enemy, with not only many works of time unfinished, but the work for eternity not even begun! How many, when the hand of death has been suddenly laid upon them, have started with amazement and horror from their neglect of salvation, only to be convinced that it was too late then to attempt it, and that they had made a mistake "at once infinite and irreparable; and had been guilty of an infatuation, which it will require eternity to deplore and eternity to comprehend."

MEMOIR OF CLEMENTINE CUVIER.

AS CONTAINED IN THE LETTER SENT TO THE EVANGELICAL MAGAZINE FOR FEBRUARY, 1828.*

DEAR SIR,

Paris, January 11, 1828.

I SEND you, as I promised, some account of the character and death of Sophia Laure Clementine Cuvier, daughter of the celebrated Baron Cuvier, who was taken from us last September. We had hoped much from her piety, talents, and zeal; but she was prepared for higher enjoyments and

* Some of the particulars contained in this Letter have already been generally alluded to in the foregoing account, taken from the Edinburgh Review, the writer in which acknowledges to have received them from the Archives du Christianisme, a French periodical, devoted to the cause of Evangelical Religion, and to which the account of Clementine was no doubt furnished by the same hand that sent it to the Evangelical Magazine.