The malady which tormented him grew only worse and worse with years; and yet he occupied himself continually with reading, meditating, and composition.

He employed the years 1589, 1590, and 1591 in making fresh additions to his book; and even in the approaches of old age he might fairly anticipate many happy hours, when he was attacked by quinsy, depriving him of the power utterance.

Pasquier, who has left us some details his last hours, narrates that he remained three days in full possession of his faculties, but unable to speak, so that, in order to make known his desires, he was obliged to resort to writing; and as he felt his end drawing near, he begged his wife to summon certain of the gentlemen who lived in the neighbourhood to bid them a last farewell.

When they had arrived, he caused mass to be celebrated in apartment; and just as the priest was elevating the host, Montaigne fell forward with his arms extended in front of him, on the bed, and so expired.

He was in his sixtieth year.
It was the 13th September 1592.
Montaigne was buried near his own house; but a few years after his decease, his remains were removed to the church of a Commandery of St.
Antoine at Bordeaux, where they still continue.