Morning journal and courier., 1883-01-26

among his more earnest and indefatigable as- sociates men ready to assist him with their advice and otherwise. Moreover, he took extraordinary liberties with constitution which was always weak. He starved and in dulged in excesses by turns. He says that he had sometimes lived on dry bread for days in succession, and no one knew better by personal experience the horrors of the fruit less chase of the 5f. He did what work he would settle to at abnormal hours when he could afford it, he smoked necessarily on an empty stomach, as he steeped his brain in the strongest coffee. No wonder that he paid frequent visits to the hospital in which he died, and from which he was buried But after the death there came scene infinitely more dramatic in it's contrasts than any he had dared to imagine. The emaciated corpse of the deserted pauper was brought out from the public Maison de Sante, to be borne to the grave with the most imposing funeral honors- An ever increasing crowd had gathered round the doors of the hospital chapel, which was closely packed with 8 mixed but brilliant company. A pail, expressly embroidered in silver, with Murger's monograph, was thrown over his coffin. The pail bearers were NM. Edouard Thierry, Baron Taylor, Theodore Bsrriere and Labiche. In the procession that moved slowly forward through the press, the art and literature of the capital may be said to have been present en masse rather than
 
 and of Public Instruction had sent their secretaries. There were not 8 few of the Academicians, and among them Sainte Beuve and Sandeau; while characteristically in the mob of celebrities and responsibilities came the ragged regiments of the Pays Latin with the dead man. The funeral discourses over the open grave were delivered in the presence of silent and respectful crowd by M. Thierry, who was then president of the literary society, and by other representative men, who were scarcely less distinguished. Naturally enough we are tempted to morahze on the apparent irony of that gathering of the wealthy and successful to honor the hapless fellow mortal who had died of disease induced by want. The sum total of their fGcre fares might have soothed his last days, if it had not prolonged the life that was forfeited l; and at all events, it would have been more in accordance with the fitness of things, had the cortege come to fetch him from respectable lodging. Yet. possibly, the impulsive moralist might be unjust. We would not deal harshly with the of the dead, but Munger was 8 Bohemian by deliberate choice, and if he died-as every Bohemian must look to die there was no one but himself to blame. Unlike most of his fellows, he did not overrate his talents, but he neglected their use, if he did not absolutely abuse them. Prosperity to such 8 man is as fatal as diversity; for, in fact, flush of the one means direct relapse into the other. Had money been sent while he had strength to squander, squandered it would have been and the benefcence of the State provided him with comforts which his forethought could in no circumstances have assured himself. In paying the last honors in full to the memory of the departed-in recognizing the talents which their possessor might have treated so differently literary France kept herself free from reproach. We feel that our subject culminates in that saddest of all sad stories and those who are conscious of Bohemian instincts may read it's pathetic lessons as they run.