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terrupting him, demanded if he was awarein what point he was the direct reverse ofDon Quixote ? The worthy Abb& wasthunderstruck at so strange an interruptionto his pious discourse. “ Because,” saidVoltaire, “ Don Quixotte always mistookinns for castles ; hut you, my good friend,have mistaken a castle for an inn.”

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After having passed a great part of hislife here, Voltaire at length determined toquit these delicious retreats for the tumul-tuous scenes of the metropolis, where heterminated his brilliant career on the 30thof May, 1778, a few weeks after his arri-val. Amongst a multitude of poetical ef-fusions, which were written upon the occa-sion, the following were chosen for histomb:

*' O Parnasse, gdmis de douleur et d’eftroi!.

“ Muses, pleurez, brisez vos lyres immortelles 1“ Toi, dont il fatigua les cent voix et les ailes,

“ Dis que Voltaire est mort, pleure!.et repose-