Charles X. was greatly indebted to this letter for the cordiality of his reception at Edinburgh, where he lived in dignified retirement for about two years; then, finding that the climate was too cold for his old age, and that the English Government was disquieted because of the attempts of the Duchesse de Berri to revive her son’s claims to the French throne, he made his way to Bohemia, and lived for a while in the Castle of Prague.  At last he decided to make his final residence in the Tyrol, not far from the warm climate of Italy.  It is said that as the exiled, aged king cast a last look at the Gothic towers of the Castle of Prague, he said to those about him:  “We are leaving yonder walls, and know not to what we may be going, like the patriarchs who knew not as they journeyed where they would pitch their tents."[1]

[Footnote 1:  Memoirs of the Duchesse d’Angouleme.]

On reaching the Baths of Toeplitz, where the waters seemed to agree with him, and where he wished to rest awhile, he found it needful to “move on,” for the house he occupied had been engaged for the king of Prussia.  The cholera, too, was advancing.  The exiled party reached Budweiz, a mountain village with a rustic inn, and there it was forced to halt for some weeks, for the Duc de Bordeaux was taken ill with cholera.  It was a period of deep anxiety to those about him, but at last he recovered.

After trying several residences in the Tyrolese mountains, to which the old king had gone largely in hopes that he might enjoy the pleasures of the chase, the exiled family fixed its residence at Goritz towards the end of October, 1836.  The king was then in his eightieth year, but so hale and active that he spent whole mornings on foot, with his gun, upon the mountains.

The weather changed soon after the family had settled at Goritz.  The keen winter winds blew down from the snow mountains, but the king did not give up his daily sport.  One afternoon, after a cold morning spent upon the hills, he was seized at evening service in the chapel with violent spasms.  These passed off, but on his joining his family later, its members were struck by the change in his appearance.  In a few hours he seemed to have aged years.  At night he grew so ill that extreme unction was administered to him.  It was an attack of cholera.  When dying, he blessed his little grandchildren, the boy and girl, who, notwithstanding the nature of his illness, were brought to him.  “God preserve you, dear children,” he said.  “Walk in paths of righteousness.  Don’t forget me....  Pray for me sometimes.”

He died Nov. 6, 1836, just one week after Louis Napoleon made his first attempt to have himself proclaimed Emperor of the French, at Strasburg.

He was buried near Goritz, in a chapel belonging to the Capuchin Friars.  In another chapel belonging to the same lowly order in Vienna, had been buried four years before, another claimant to the French throne, the Duc de Reichstadt, the only son of Napoleon.