The terribly sudden death. of Alphonse Daudet has caused a most painful sensation. The great novelist was dining with his family last night, when he uttered a sharp cry and fgll back in his chair. He never recovered consciousness, and died half-an-hour later of heart disease. It is unn to expatiate on the great loss the world has sustained by his death. He may fairly claim to occupy the same place in relation to French literature that Dickens held in English, -while his pathos was much truer and deeper and his humour more delicate. arterin de to within a few hours of his death, but al Tarascon is unique. Daudet was writing uj his best works were finished nearly twenty years ago. Personally, he was -the most amiable of men. He had long been an invalid, and his death -was undoubtedly is hastened by the privations of earlier years.
7th December.
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