Works
His own accounts of some of the events in which he had been involved appear in Souvenirs du 4 septembre (1874), Le Gouvernement de M. Thiers (2 vols., 1878), in Mémoires des autres (1889), Nouveaux mémoires des autres (1891) and Les Derniers mémoires des autres (1897), while his sketch of Victor Cousin (1887) was a further contribution to contemporary history. For his personal history, the Premiers mémoires (I900) and Le Soir de ma journée (1902), edited by his son Gustave Simon, may be supplemented by Leon Seche's Figures bretonnes, Jules Simon, sa vie, son œuvre (new ed., 1898), and G Picot, Jules Simon: notice historique (1897); also by many references to periodical literature and collected essays in Hugo P Thieme's Guide bibliographique de la litt. française de 1800 a 1906 (1907).
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