The respectful admiration which Chopin felt for the genius of Mozart, had induced him to request that his Requiem should be performed at his obsequies; this wish was complied with.  The funeral ceremonies took place in the Madeleine Church, the 30th of October, 1849.  They had been delayed until this date, in order that the execution of this great work should be worthy of the master and his disciple.  The principal artists in Paris were anxious to take part in it.  The funeral march of Chopin, arranged for the instruments for this occasion by M. Reber, was introduced at the Introit.  At the Offertory, M. Lefebure Vely executed his admirable preludes in Si and MI minor upon the organ.  The solos of the requiem were claimed by Madame Viardot and Madame Castellan.  Lablache, who had sung the tuba MIRUM of this requiem at the burial of Beethoven in 1827, again sung it upon this occasion.  M. Meyerbeer, with Prince Adam Czartoryski, led the train of mourners.  The pall was borne by M. Delacroix, M. Franchomme, M. Gutman, and Prince Alexander Czartorvski.—­However insufficient these pages may be to speak of Chopin as we would have desired, we hope that the attraction which so justly surrounds his name, will compensate for much that may be wanting in them.  If to these lines, consecrated to the commemoration of his works and to all that he held dear, which the sincere esteem, enthusiastic regard, and intense sorrow for his loss, can alone gift with persuasive and sympathetic power, it were necessary to add some of the thoughts awakened in every man when death robs him of the loved contemporaries of his youth, thus breaking the first ties linked by the confiding and deluded heart with so much the greater pain if they were strong enough to survive that bright period of young life, we would say that in the same—­year we have lost the two dearest friends we have known on earth.  One of them perished in the wild course of civil war.  Unfortunate and valiant hero!  He fell with his burning courage unsubdued, his intrepid calmness undisturbed, his chivalric temerity unabated, through the endurance of the horrible tortures of a fearful death.  He was a Prince of rare intelligence, of great activity, of eminent faculties, through whose veins the young blood circulated with the glittering ardor of a subtle gas.  By his own indefatigable energy he had just succeeded in removing the difficulties which obstructed his path, in creating an arena in which his faculties might hare displayed themselves with as much success in debates and the management of civil affairs, as they had already done in brilliant feats in arms.  The other, Chopin, died slowly, consuming himself in the flames of his own genius.  His life, unconnected with public events, was like some fact which has never been incorporated in a material body.  The traces of his existence are only to be found in the works which he has left.  He ended his days upon a foreign soil, which he never considered as his country, remaining faithful in the devotion of his affections to the eternal widowhood of his own.  He was a Poet of a mournful soul, full of reserve and complicated mystery, and familiar with the stern face of sorrow.