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202 OUR FRENCH CORRESPONDENT.
« Rose Cheri.
as lost ; and all that time Madame Montigny , who liad lately recovered from a fever , wore herself out in attending * him . In vain
poison they told herself her that by inhaling the malad 1 the y child was ' contag s breath ious . , But and the that answer she would was ,
_" Ne craignez rien _, docteur , il y a des graces d ' etat , je suis mere . " Again , when they insisted , she went away ; but while watching at a
_distance , and seeing the child struggling for breath , and involuntarily stretching out its arms to her , she exclaimed , " If ten
thousand deaths stared me in the face , who could be insensible to such an appeal ? " and returned to the couch till she seemed ,
while straining the boy to her breast , to cure him . by drawing to herself the deadly sickness that took hold of him . In six hours ,
the disease made such a rapid progress , and displayed in her symptoms of so dangerous a nature , that it was judged necessary to
prevent suffocation by making an incision in the throat of Madame Montigny . The surgeon who was charged with the task of so
doing approached her , saying , " You are courageous , Madame , and I am certain do not fear the operation , which , after all , is not a
painful one . " The invalid , making an effort to speak , and with one of the ineffably sweet smiles that were wont to light up a
countenance whose pensive cast approached to sadness , replied , pointing to the child still lying * at her side , " Cam * est egalil est sauve luiJ" and
_, in a few seconds more , after the knife was plunged into her throat , her life had passed away for ever .
A few hours before she died , Madame Montigny , with feverish exultation , cried out to a relation wlio came to see her , " What joy _T
At four o ' clock this morning the child and mother were lost , and today they tell me that both are saved . " " The- child and mother
lost ? " returned the visitor ; " such a thing is impossible ! Le bon Dieu n ' est pas si mechant que cela" " Oil ! " exclaimed the dying * woman ,
her voice trembling with emotion , and tears streaming down her cheeks " ne dites pas , je vous prie _, dumal de bon Dieu , car il est sihon
pour tons . " An immense cortege of artists , journalists , and authors , followed
the hearse bearing the remains of Madame Montigny from her villa at Passy to tlie cemetery of Montmartre . There three discourses
were read—the first , in the name of the Association of Dramatic Authors , by Baron Taylor ; the second by M . Samson , on the part of
the comedians of the Theatre _Francois ; and the third by M . Leon Laya , in the name of the Society of Dramatic Authors , who appointed
on this melancholy occasion him who had assigned to Rose Cherf her first difficult rdle , to address to her their last farewell .
E . J .
202 Our French Correspondent.
202 OUR _FRENCH CORRESPONDENT .
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1861, page 202, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111861/page/58/