The Express.
London, England, 1858-12-24 00:00:00

M. iteroLTTE BIOAULT.

Imperial Frani, esn 11l spire men of letters who
to dignity and integrity of skaracter, purity of life,
disinterestedness and sincerity of convictions, and
elevation of mind, unite the noblest exercise of rare
gifts. Such a man was Ilippolyte Rigault, who, in
the prime of manhood, and in the strength of his
well.spent years, hoe disappeared from the scene of
his generous labours and from the society eta chosen
soda of loving friends, with a saddens= that
Isms grief itself incredulous and assond. A
kw days since, 111. Rigault was struck, in Ike NI of
writing, with congestion of the brain. l'heibultesse
sation was one of giddiness in the head and beerilio,
sent ; the next moment he was insensible. Removed
to his bed from which he wu not again to rise, he wee
surrounded with all the care and devotedness d
dbetiott and of friendship ; but the cerebral ems&
don was so severe and obstinate that his state was'
premenneed by his doctors to be one of immediate
and asset hopeless danger. When he returned to
consciesensin he received the solemn warning with-
out a murmur, and with a eel:intentness nnelended by
any sorrow but that of the last separation from the
wife and children who he loved so well. He
prepared to depart with the perfect serenity of a
bill Christian's simple faith and unoomplainieg
true. The consolations of religion were administered
to him in his last moments by the Bishop of Evreux,
and he died as he lived, without ostentatioe of piety,
and without affectation of indifference. Lamented
and regretted by the many who knew him as the
liberal and accomplished professor, or r the
delightful writer whose wealth of erudition
wee disguised in felicity of style, how
much more bitterly and poignantly will his loss be
Mt by his friends and fellow-workers of the
Alswiettl dee Daste, with whom his happiest hours
were spent, and for whose sake he was willing to
sacrifice the professorship when the Imperial go-
vernment called upon him to choose between inde-
pendent journalism and the privileges of the chair.
M. Rigault was a ripe and rich scholar, a re-
lined and subtle thinker, and an admirable
public writer. Hie literary criticisms and his
Rem* do la Quint/rine in the Dikes were models of
Tierces and elegant somposition, bright with
delicate wit and fine feeling. One of the last of his
fortnightly Ames was an eloquent essay on the
decay of the moral uses and the decadence of taste in
Franco, consequet vat the extinction of pablis
life with its ennobling sontsele of eloquence, and the
bracing air of intelketaal emulation. " Nowadays,'
wrote M. Rived; "the (rely eloquence is to be
Lotted en the Bourse; which he siemeibed with in-
finite humour.

His prism essay, os the " Quarrel of the Ancients
sal Malanm" which he afterwards enlarged to the
dimeelees of a belt, is a perfect mooograph on
that oft debated and always interesting theme.
We meld not resist the desire to 'Davey to oar
friends berm& the narrow sea the respectful tribute
of our empathy and regret in the irreparable loss
they hays sustained is the early death (M. Rigault
was caly 3S) of one who has shed lustre ea Preach
journalism Is the day of its darkness and adversity.
May we sot add that the beat way in which we efia
all prole the sincerity of oar regrets is to week
together be the good rams to which Hippolyto
Rigault hes bequeathed the memory of a great
example.

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