This accident, which also deprived Millin of a fund of valuable materials that he was preparing for a Dictionary of the Fine Arts, and for a Recueil de Pieces gravees Inedites—­might have also had an infinitely more fatal tendency:  as it occurred within the walls which contain the ROYAL LIBRARY!  Millin received the news of this misfortune, in Italy, with uncommon fortitude and resignation.  But this second voyage, as has been already intimated, (see p. 260) hastened his dissolution.  He planned and executed infinitely too much; and never thoroughly recovered the consequent state of exhaustion of body and mind.  As he found his end approaching, he is reported to have said—­“I should like to have lived longer, in order to have done more good—­but God’s will be done!  I have lived fifty-nine years, the happiest of men—­and should I not be ungrateful towards Providence, if I complained of its decrees?!” And when still nearer his latter moments—­he exclaimed:  “I have always lived, and I die, a Frenchman:  hating no one:  complaining only of those who retard the cause of reason and truth.  I have never, intentionally, hurt a single creature.  If I have injured any one, I ask pardon of him for the error of my understanding.”  He died on the 18th of August, and his body was interred in the churchyard of Pere la Chaise.  His old friend and colleague, M. GAIL, pronounced a funeral discourse over his grave—­in which, as may be well supposed, his feelings were most acutely excited.  I subjoin a facsimile of Millin’s autograph:  from the richly furnished collection of Mr. Upcott, of the London Institution.

    [Autograph:  A.L.  Millin]

[161] [Mons. Langles survived the above account between five and six years;
    dying January 28, 1824.  His Library was sold by auction in March,
    1825.  It was copious and highly creditable to his memory.  From the
    source whence the preceding autograph was derived, I subjoin the
    following autograph.

    [Autograph:  L Langles]

[162] Monsieur Millin had been before hand in his description of this day’s
    festival, but his description was in prose.  It appeared in the
    Annales Encyclopediques, for the ensuing month, July, 1818, and was
    preceded by a slight historical sketch of the Club, taken chiefly from
    the Bibliographical Decameron.  His account of the festival may amuse
    some of my readers, who have not been accustomed to peruse English
    toasts cloathed in French language.  It is briefly thus: