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 Preface

    No one succeeds in obtaining a prominent place in literature, or insurrounding eady circle of admirers dray,constant variety, and a distinct personality. It is quite possible togain for a moment a feating some original feature inanot ter remains alone andforgotten. Ot belonging to any distinct group ofautandard in ts andeducators at time, ained undying recognition.

    Of tter class, ttle knoside of France, is EmileSouvestre,  tivy, and intended to folloecre matriculated as a laudent at Rennes. But tudentsoon devoted irely to literature.  essay, a tragedy,Le Siege de Missolongenedand disgusted  Paris and establis as a laor of a neered a professor in Brest and in Mulributedto tctany,  success. Souvestre or of La Revuede Paris, and in consequence early found a publis novel,LEc Pauvre, met ion. ationo Franceabout sixty volumes--tales, novels, essays, ory, and drama.

    A double purpose  and educator, and  impressivepainter of ter, and morals of tants ofBrittany.

    t significant of ons(1835-1837, 4 vols.), Pierre Landais (1843, 2 vols.), Le Foyer Breton(1844, 2 vols.), Un Poits, cros et Souvenirs (1853),Souvenirs dun Vieillard (1854); also La Bretagne Pittoresque (1845),and, finally, Causeries oriques et Litteraires (1854, 2 vols.). ion: iste(1842), La Parisienne, Le Mousse, etc. In 1848, Souvestre edprofessor of ted scration, mostly devotedto popular lectures.  till 1853, lecturing partly inParis, partly in Szerland.

    ively young, left a distinct gap in teraryinguis general sorrow.

    Alt, and never aspired to t in literature, alo remain in obscurity, tre must be placed in t rank by ty and bytructive cer. tire respectand applause of mankind. And t , like many oted after h.

    Even t seem to esteem  t t loss in his demise.

    t in emotional panegyrcs; contemporaneous literaturediscovered t virtue s bosom, and t its proper time cros as aributing supremely to morals, kept o,quot; designed for t;families of autegrity, and by ty of ts oken from ttres.quot;

    JOSEPRAND

 CHAPTER I

    to my mind as soon as I aed from to t!

    ten to  oure, mine revert to t. Everyone smiles upont, in spite of myself, I time  year!--at least I knole  torm or t no rains, and Ifeel my mind as gloomy as today; but tic out of temper, and Idetermine to light my fire.

    Unfortunately tc!

    I t, and sink into my old armchair.

    In truto see treets, and  is tom of Nes?

    o prove to itself its superiority over t of temper in favor of my vanity, andI bring togethe evidence which my knowledge can produce.

    (to ten mont s name fromJanus, to ed. As it opened ts beginning om ofvisits between neigs.

    ts given by ted of dryfigs, dates, ;tness of ts course,quot; and a small piece of moneycalled stips, which foreboded riches.)

    urn to my ill-tlespeec addressed to myself ored me my self-satisfaction, but made me more dissatisfied ; but tress ten my mornings milk, andt of preserves is empty! Anyone else  supreme indifference. t,ies of the world and of fresh rolls.

    knoication. I once read tory of anEnglis ea sugar. t trifling crosstakes ty. Our tempers are like an opera-glass,  according to through.

    Usually, t t opens out before my ain-range of roofs, erlacing, and piledon one anotall c  yesterday t t to me, and I ed for t snoorm to see glaciers among to-day, I only see tiles andstone flues. ted my rural illusions, seem nomore taken t clouds, instead of making me dream of ting of Vesuvius, reminds me of kitcions and diser;and lastly, telegrap I see far off on tomartre,  of a vile galloretcs arms over ty.

    My eyes, t by all t, fall upon t mans tic.

    ts ioned to ts,received or expected. I see ter of to be generous; and tors increase, follo gates are opened, and a neeps. tdoubt, t presented to tress of to look at ts into it tle girl, all streaming s, and loaded o distribute as Nes. t, ts off.

    ts to-day. Ialone o give or to receive. Poor Solitary! I do not evenknow one c offer a prayer.

    t my  in titude !

    to you first, s in cities, for ude in t of to toil in melanc your daily bread in silence anddesertion, and ing pangs of loveand friendship!

    to you, fond dreamers, oar, sof reality!

    to you,  fat to maintain yourfamilies! to you, poor o you,young men, resolutely set to open for yourselves a pato lead t to you, all bravesoldiers of work and of self-sacrifice!

    to you, lastly, itle and your name, ium, o the human race!

    errupted by loud and increasing c me: my udy I  scattered on t t a flas broke upon my saddened . I deceived myselfjust noo me, t of town will s!

    t my door; a poor girl comes in, and greets meby name. At first I do not recollect  s me, andsmiles. A is Paulette! But it is almost a year since I te is no longer t a young woman.

    Paulette is t sraig every o court your sympat timid, yet expressingfondness. Paulette is not pretty--s plain; as for me,I t is not on , but on my own.

    Paulette appears to me as one of my  recollections.

    It ed oons of fire, a t s forts of flame intot of tablealarms itude he dense crowd:

    t, tened croramples ts convulsive struggles. Iescaped from tening aered t er unions, I brougte out of it at theperil of my life.

    t  seen t atlong intervals, and I  forgotten  Paulettes memory  of a grateful , and s tooffer me  me, besides, a: it  belonged  sained it.

    t; but Paulette,  into a case of varnised  ter taste, but I did not feelttention and good-he less.

    ted present, ttle girls modest bluss sammered out, dispelled, as by a sunbeam, t s of evening to test colors of date sit doioned  .

    At first ttle girl replied in monosyllables; but very soon tables urned, and it ed  interjectionsial talk. t an orper, and lives ;brougo poverty,quot; as s.

    te nole sisterPerrine begins to use tice toa printer. All   for losses and  of   for clot, for appetites  sunshing.

    Paulette complains t oo quickly, and t s too muc is so large t a fagotmakes no more s tc is so near t t, and in er it  off using it.  be content en spoken of a stove t  t , and times are too o cold for economy!

    As Paulette spoke, I felt more and more t I fulnessand los. t disclosures of ttle bandbox-makercreated  soon became a plan. I questioned ions, and s on leaving me sgo, er, and grandmoto tpeople for tled. I told t I o see  hanks.

    I placed t . I sang as I movedabout my room, and, ily put on my  and coat, I  out.

    ttled or;ove, and anss being as good as new.

    At five oclock o set out, and put it up in Paulettesgrandmothers room.

    Midnig t till out. My Piedmontese[In Paris a c;Piedmontesequot; or quot;Savoyard,quot;

    as t country.]fixed tove, aken from my er stock. I so bed earlier.

    My  beat at every step t rembledlest terrupt me in my preparations, and sended surprise. But no!--see everyted stovemurmurs gently, ttle lamp burns upon table, and a bottle of oilfor it is provided on tor is gone. No to impatience at tcoming. At last I  top in astonis.

    At t of tove, and tor,  of tfrigte is t to compre, and ting tairs, finision. tears, ecstasies, thanks!

    But t yet ended. ttle sister opens tnuts just roasted; ts tles of cider arranged on t t I ongue, a pot of butter, and some freshrolls.

    Nourns into admiration; ttle family ! t do; it is acomplete banquet for all, and eacributes o it. I  only t.

    bursts of laug not a ions  of ttle ones! I ruck at t tco live only for t, t offers itself. But ted ric to satisfy: time and everyto suitbefore t to be happy.

    t. told me toryof imes smiling, sometimes drying old us ers of to last o separate, not  fres ofthe happy family.

    I ing , and pureenjoyment, on ts of my evening. It  and mucruction. Noome; I kno no one is so uno o give andnoto receive.

    As I came in, I met my ricoo, returned from y; and, as sep ience, I ;At last!quot;

    I, tes family, said quot;So soon!quot;

 CHAPTER II

    a noise out of doors!  is ts andcries? A: t day of themaskers are passing.

    Cianity  been able to abolisivals of times, but it  ;days of libertyquot; announces ts, and ting ;fareo fles; It is a forty days fareo t;blessed pullets and fat ; so celebrated by Pantagruels minstrel.

    Man prepares for privation by satiety, and finiso repent.

    ivals? Must  it requires suc formen to be reasonable, t t atintervals? trappe, o speak once in a montalkat once from to tting of the sun.

    Per is tobe decent, orderly, and reasonable, during t is a door opened to t o been croo a corner of our brain.

    For a moment ters, as in turnalia, and all is given up to t;fools of t;

    ts in troops of masks increase--on foot,in carriages, and on  is noract tattention by making a figure for a feyor envy; to-morrourn, dull and exed, to ts and troubles of yesterday.

    Alas! t I ion, eacen but an unsig man o relax  . Can s  is t disposal of try of t disposal of itsleisure! It is easy enougo find it  ion? ork supplies t it is cgives it a relis of pleasure! find usamusements  brutality, enjoyments  selfis a Carnival t will please everybody, and bring so no one.

    t s my irred up my fire. Ast one for myself, too. SoI ligtle lamp over resss son broug, and I look inmy bookcase for one of my favorite authors.

    First,  ers are toofond of talking slang:--Voltaire; but ens men by alering t er by making onet us stop at ue imes to befound in ings, it is al despising it, and knos coricks ing it.

    Let us call up all the Duke of Lerma, Aurora, Scipio!

    Ye gay or graceful figures, rise before my eyes, people my solitude;bring  t maskers!

    Unfortunately, at t I made tion, I recollectedI ter to e  off. One of my atticneigerday to ask me to do it. ures and prints.  everyday ing--probably of little value; for I knoer t I am to e for y.  dead, and  any means, and ten to beg for a oine asked me first to translatetter, and to e a refusal. I  o-day: before everyt us fulfil our promises.

    t of quot;Bat; paper is before me, I o to invite fort I  my dictionary. Noionary is like a c leading-strings; trembles under umbles at t step. I run to t my Johesquare.

    ter  knocking,and I see tter  fever and delirium. Pierre looks at  of   able to getup in t since then he has become worse every hour.

    I ask or.

    quot;O; replied Pierre, roug;one must  for t, and ts instead ofsavings.quot;

    quot;But you,quot; said I, ratonis;are you not ;

    quot;Friend!quot; interrupted t;Yes, as muc-o tion t eacake , and eat ;

    quot;You do not intend, o leave  any ;

    quot;Baill to-morroo t;

    quot;You mean to leave ;

    quot;ell! must I miss a party of pleasure at Courtville--[A Parisian summerresort.]--because t; asked Pierre, sharply.

    quot;I o meet some friends at old Desnoyers. take te ;

    So saying, ied a bundle, out of ume ofa erman, and proceeded to dress .

    In vain I tried to aunate man aken up s of ed pleasure, Pierre  ead of remonstrating ion must bring upon the sick man.

    At t going, stopped amped . quot;Am I to spend my Carnival in ing er forfootbat;

    quot;You must not leave your comrade to die  ; I replied.

    quot;Let o tal, t;

    quot;;

    Pierre seemed to make up his mind.

    quot;ell, Im going to take ; resumed ;besides, I s rid of up, comrade!quot; taken off  oo o  t listen:  up, and ed o ter, who ran for a hackney carriage.

    I sa into it, almost fainting, ienterman; and t off, one pero die, to dine atCourtville Gardens!

    Six oclock.--I o knock at my neigter, finis last, and directedto oine tefully, and made me sitdown.

    It  time I o ttic of teur.

    Curtains stained ove, a bedof stra t number of prints in a ings frames turned against the wall.

    At t I came in, ts of bread, leashamed.

    quot;to tempt you in my supper, neig; said h asmile.

    I replied t at least I t it a very pheCarnival.

    M. Antoine s on again h his supper.

    quot;Every one keeps ; resumed o dip a crust into ;ts ofepicures, and not all feasts are meant to regale te; t;

    I looked involuntarily round me, as if to seek for two him for such a supper.

    it doubt ood me; for  up sloerial air of a man confident in o do, ure frames, dreing, over  under t of the lamp.

    It represented a fine-looking old man, seated at table er, and o t of musicians sig, t to be asplendid copy of Jordaens.

    quot;A copy!quot; cried M. Antoine; quot;say an original, neigouc t trokes of ters. It is not only a masterpiece, sir;it is a treasure--a relic! ture at t;

    And resting it against tove, so as to place it in t ligo soaking s,  taking ure. One  of it gave ts an unexpected relisied tle sips. ures became smootrils expanded; it  for t;

    quot;You see t I also reat,quot; riump;Oter dinners and balls; as for me, t;

    quot;But if ting is really so precious,quot; replied I, quot;it ougo be;

    quot;E; said M. Antoine, ;In goodtimes, a good judge mig at somey t;

    I started back.

    quot;And you  it?quot; cried I.

    quot;For not; replied ;took tudents copy;  me  for fiftylouis, ready money! took to o be off t;

    quot;t; repeated I, involuntarily casting my eyes on ttercontaining t M. Antoine e to ill on ttle table.

    ook no notice of my exclamation, and  on contemplating tasy.

    quot; a kno indelig; relief! ;

    As I ening to ook my astonis foradmiration, and clapped me on the shoulder.

    quot;You are dazzled,quot; said ;you did not expect sucreasure!

    do you say to t;

    quot;Pardon me,quot; replied I, gravely; quot;but I t ter.quot;

    M. Antoine raised his head.

    quot;; cried ;do you take me for a man likely to be deceived aboutt or value of a painting?quot;

    quot;I neit your taste nor your skill; but I cannot , for ture of a family party, you mig;

    quot; t;

    quot;tself, sir.quot;

    teur cast a look at me, not of anger, but of contempt.

    In ly just proved myself a barbarian, incapable ofunderstanding ts, and un up ansook up t in itss.

    It  of dismissal; I took leave of  away.

    Seven oclock.--er boiling over mylamp, and I busy myself in grinding my Mocting out my coffee-things.

    tting coffee ready is t delicate and most attractive ofdomestic operations to one he grand work of abachelors housekeeping.

    Coffee is, so to say, just t betualnouris. It acts agreeably, and at time, upon ts. Its very fragrance gives a sort of deligivityto ts; it is a genius t lends o our fancy, and transportsit to ts.

    on t, ly excited byt often seems as if eac steam took adistinct form. As in t, in eac rises, Isee some image of wy.

    At first ts color deepens. I see a cottage ona  in by a he bees humming.

    till more. See ted rees, in er! Fart of t, roofed urf and branc of all tures, I seem to see a figure ofmyself gliding about. It is my g walking in my dream!

    ter, ready to boil over, compels me to break off mymeditations, in order to fill up t. I t Iake my tin can off to themilkwomans.

    Motryrary to tom of t goneback to it again. Sanding title t her.

    A brave creature! Left by tle of life, s by o God.

    At ts of laugting on ty dress of Savoyard boys, and in t is besmeared up to t is th.

    Mots t to me.

    quot;Look at ttle lambs, ; said stingtle glutton.

    quot;,quot; puts in one of thers by way of excuse.

    quot;Poor little t; said t; alone in treetsof Paris, w;

    quot;And t is ; I replied, gently.

    quot; I do is little enoug; said Mot my milk;quot;but every day I get some of toget of treet, t foronce to eat. Dear c in  to mention t tive mountainsto me: ;

    ears.

    quot;So you are repaid by your recollections for t;

    resumed I.

    quot;Yes! yes!quot; said s;and by too! ter ofttle ones, sir, is like a birds song; it makes you gay, andgives you  to live.quot;

    As s some fress to them.

    quot;Come, my little dears,quot; s;put to your pockets againstto-morro;

    turning to me:

    quot;to-day I am ruining myself,quot; added s;but  all ;

    I came a saying a oo muced.

    At last I  true pleasure is. After beism of sensuality and of intellect, I oine, and Mott for t t  for t  for t.

 CHAPTER III

    E MAY LEARN BY LOOKING OUt OF INDO

    A poet  life is tter  to a nig alternate fits of restlessness andsleep! ! arts! urning t!

    ion. tence are ed in ation, and t ting.

    ence, I mean my o eacy: o us a ory of ts an eartaggering.

    And less--I, a poor day-laborer in tation in a corner of it, and self of,  ell you, my unseenfriend, for ary call in sorro, to he shadow of our own conscience.

    A great event onous ly,and  t. t tcinuation of t I ill nos s.

    On t to fear, but also little to  dangers and great fortune. Briefly, tion is,o die, forone of tions in wo andI remain undecided.

    --who will advise me?

    Sunday, 4t from ter!

    Spring announces its approac breeze skims over to blow again.

    e are near t s season of fress of teentury sang h so much feeling:

    Noh of May.

    All t lady, let me too.

    In thy love my life renew.

    tter tot of roofs opensout before me in all its splendor.

    floor uresquevariety of sucemplated tile-coloreds  eac folloter-valleys, ed slopes, and tting sun o a blaze offire.  studied tion,carpeted by lic acquainted ants t people t to ticcat--t reynard of t nessed ts of a clear or a cloudy sky; norts of lig make treimes emplating t; in discovering its darker orbrig, in travel t ourists look for lower!

    Nine oclock.--But ered for t tof t to devour! It is not my presencet frigomed to eat out of my  remains from mybreakfast to attract t. t approac daring to alight.

    Come, come, my sparroims of one of t t is plain t birds are notmore reasonable than men!

    ition I  to s my abby-cat sselfat tter. t,he crumbs would bring him some game.

    And I s of co no dangercould menace t I ten the corner behind me!

    In life, as on tunes come from tena single corner!

    ten oclock.--I cannot leave my it s so long t I must reconnoitre all to be able totake possession of ts of t, passing on or stoppingaccording to  upon.

    Ao rest; they have longremarked.

    One is a poor le muslin ain far into tress, ic by snatc of t decent abode; tly furnis to-day a croradespeople tter: takedoure, and I no ty step of one fancies, or aken aed misfortune, and noo keep tle room, but also to furnis comfort by eady toil, t of ty ofbrokers. t on ty; t safely along t of a ry.

    Alas! is t  really in s, at t trengt o consider life as a regular employment ermined by a fereme c end en to ric really certain t successes, rated poverty? A knele it costs to furnis!

    tic for a longtime, s increase,like s space; my fearsmultiply; and tainty becomes every moment more painful to me!

    It is necessary for me to decide to-day, and before ture fate in my  them.

    to blo; all to tiful day are s again. Only on te side of treet,t story  yet left his balcony.

    One knoes ton akes of ttle garden o look upon ttle, and so long cut offfrom t lot, t to begin lifeat an age astes of ted by tern duties of  again e o be destroyers forso long t per pleasure in creating, and seeinglife spring up again: ty of raction ts of unbendingforce; and tcy for th.

    t driven my neighbor from his balcony.

    nasturtium, convolvulus, and s-pea. o c sprouting, to protect ts from s, to arrange trings for tendrils to climb on, and carefully to regulate ter and!

    o bring in t! For t, imess, t summer days, s, ucco,kno , and t t upon usto burning, t in  green leaves and flo.

    e must soend the flower.

    Four oclock.--t ime are become darker; it the rain pours down!

    t in it fly in every direction, some laughing and somecrying.

    I alicular amusement in ter-skelters, caused by asudden storm. It seems as if eacaken by surprise,loses titious cer t t rue colors.

    See, for example, t big man e step, y gentleman, wospoil .

    t pretty rary, , and does not t cloak spotted by tly a lioness inshing.

    ops to catconesin noudying ts of electricity. And to run after ts of a Marc no ial attitude ofty to take refuge under a porcorm ransformations.

    See, it increases! t are obliged to seek ser. I seeevery one ruso of my . It is for time hs.

    A year ago all t of ter ifying it, but troyed by tenants; t are disfigured bymud; ted upon to announce ts. t some ofits embelliss enant. See it noy, andleft open to ts fate resemble t of somany o en ter toruin!

    I am struck by t reflection: since to speak to me, and one. Everyt;takecare! be content ; ained only by constancy; do not forsake your old patrons for tection of t;

    Are ts  I myself surrounds me? t an instrument, to   signify if it teac speaks in our breasts is al tells us is to say, y. Bad conductresults, for t part, from mistaking our calling. themselves.

    tion is not to discover  us, but for ed!

    sors? Iam only a poor sparroops, and s  to ruin by constant cers. As, over s and ree, and Iask not security.

    And y, tful moty? A se education to anticipate! If t  rid of, reasonso self-sacrifice; but, above all, let us a to moderation, for it is t social virtue. Even  create t standsinstead of them.

    Six oclock.--I ten a letter of to ters of tion, and ored my peace of mind. I stopped singing, like tertained t is gone, and happiness is comeback!

    O beloved and gentle Poverty! pardon me for  . Stay ers, Pity, Patience, Sobriety, and Solitude; be ye my queensand my instructors; teacern duties of life; remove far from myabode t and giddiness of y. y! teaco endure  complaining, toimpart  grudging, to seek t trengtto to  ainue to sustain me, O t h called Blessed!

 CHAPTER IV

    trees begin to put forts; s, and lilacs perfume ts ofter dinner, I, too, descend from my attic to breathe evening air.

    It is ts beauty. During ter fronts of tonous reets saken up by t from business,cross and jostle one anot of ty altogetless, and flurried about it. But, as soon as tars appear, everyte  tof to some party of pleasure; you see only t-ed passing by; work o leisure.

    Noever strengto o pleasure! Seeted up, tres open, ting-s out ies, and terns of ter t in  must ; like ters of t  off all serious mattertill tomorrow.

    I love to take part in t to mix in ty,but to contemplate it. If ts of otter jealousminds, trengt; tiful florust and hope.

    Alt of titude, I do not feelmyself isolated from it, for its gayety is reflected upon me: it is myotle, and  matter on wory fall?

    If Fortune passes by  seeing us, and pours  us console ourselves, like t;too, are Alexanders.quot;

    ions, I  to anotraced my steps, I stoppedbefore to read tolearn in treets of Paris!  a museum it is! Unknos,foreign arms, furniture of old times or otes, statues of great men, costumes of distant nations! It is theworld seen in samples!

    Let us t tradesmans display of goods. Notaug tion of everyt Cs, a palm-tree in tes, sugar-canes selling on t-Neuf. ted in tineaugo mimic to smoke t of peace; ters lions fed; tional costumes contained in Babins collection; Goupilsdisplay of prints iger-s of Africa and ttingsof t before tedoria, tria, and Kossut trated Neainly instruct t notastonisely neo take ters of t everyo surprise tle tter favorite and conclusive ans;

    But ty of exions, ruction to ;it is a continual spur for rousing tion, a first step of t up before us in a vision. ake in imagination, ures do ures do c t ss tapestry  seeing t glades of tala, opening t before me.

    tudy of totire you, look around you!  contrasts of figures and faces you seein t a vast field for tation! A  as tas to your imagination. You  disclosures mean, and, as tiquary endeavors to decipilated inscription on some old monument, you build up a ory ona gesture or on a irring sports of tion a relief from tual.

    Alas! as I  norance of a greaticed a sad subject for one of tories. A man ting in t corner,   for ty of t look of neatness itution  by a longstruggle. toned it up to  of a s.

    o escape t of ion, and e and motionless. took no notice of t in silence and darkness! to escapecomplaints and importunities, and o turn aoo.

    Suddenly t gate turned on its ed ook to. Germain. I could justdistinguisreak over til it disappeared in t.

    I dropped a small piece of money into t , andpassed on quickly.

    I  fallen unexpectedly upon t secrets of troubles tred of , and tfulness of him who lives inaffluence.

    All t of my  off looking about me, andretired into my oed and moving sigreetsgave place to ination upon all tten for t four t ttom of eacruggle, but whan ever in our days.

    I pondered on tests, in ory only displace eacurns, and on taken zealotsion to generation tory ofCain and Abel; and, saddened ions, I il tfrom my os.

    I e streets, in  ostentation, and reet; one of distant carriages, and of teps of some of tants returning quietly home.

    I instantly recognized treet, there only oncebefore.

    t  time by to  of alake surrounded by a garland of stars; and I opped by a croed near t t six, wears.

    quot;It seems t  to uileries,quot; said a mason,  old to for  to get a drink; but I suppose ty, for  come back, and t find ;

    quot; ask ;

    quot;t for t  all  welve ;

    quot;t kno of town ;

    quot;I s t you see t lemansc except in a carriage or ;  knoo do by ;

    errupted by some of thers.

    quot;e cannot leave reet,quot; said some.

    quot;tealers inued others.

    quot;e must take o t;

    quot;Or to t;

    quot;ts ttle one!quot;

    But tened by tions of danger, and at to. In vain tried to persuade t eager began to get le boy was he confusion.

    quot;I kno c; of to;

    quot; part is it?quot;

    quot;Yonder, on t;

    quot;And you ;

    quot;Yes, yes! o t  treet,  points.quot;

    topped crying. ttle boyansions t  to ails asleft no room for doubt. tood  upto o put ection.

    quot;take o s?quot; asked tened erest to ttle boys account.

    quot;I dont care if I do,quot; replied ;its t;

    quot;take c;

    quot;o come ;

    And, taking up t  do,  offtoern-gate of the Louvre.

    t child followed him.

    quot;I ake ,quot; said I, whem go away.

    quot;Never fear,quot; replied t;ttle one in t, as te;poverty, you see, is a famous scress!quot;

    t, I  tocame into my o follo anymistake.

    I  long in overtaking talking, and already quite familiar rast intruck me. Little Duval aste; ted to rousers came dos from to s of polistons,and s rary,  of tremeborders of poverty, but c sed trious motruggling againsttear of time; rousers oo s, and sockings darned over and over again; and it  t  made for him.

    tenances of t t of t e and refined; ures of trary, oo early experience; reetstless turnings ation.

    I found, on asking  every day o  bank of ty . forcible lessons of necessity ely, ts of  o feel ten stopped before tso read tle o knoanding igue,ated by mixed feelings; at t of tered a cry, and ran toe points; a lady  trance received ions of joy, and ther.

    Not seeing eit or curn, s in searcion, and ing for tense anxiety.

    I explained to  tle boy w back  walking, he had disappeared.

    It  time since t I o t ofParis. Did tinue grateful?  again,and  meeting lobarrier  s dividethem?

    ting tions to myself, I slackened my pace, and fixedmy eyes on t gate, open, and trance. Alt first sig of t tter ly c, and evenspruce, and ened round t by a polis; rong s made for , and h cap.

    Just at t I sao add narcissuses andprimroses; th a friendly good-by.

    M. Duvals son did not go in till urn treet.

    ted tter, and reminded ing;  me for a moment, and to recollect me.

    quot;Forgive me if I do not make you a bo; said ;but I bot;

    quot;You are, t friends?quot; said I.

    quot;O; said t;and nooo!quot;

    quot;?quot;

    quot;Monsieur Duval lent aken a s; and, as for me, I go to sc;

    quot;Yes,quot; replied I, remarking for t time t decoratedtle coat; quot;and I see t you are ;

    quot;Monsieur Co learn, and so I am come to be t int;

    quot;Are you noo your lessons?quot;

    quot;Yes, and oget;

    quot;t is t ly your o;

    quot;So it is! A ;

    o me h a smile, and disappeared.

    I  on ill pensive, but h a feeling of relief.

    If I nessed trast bet, rue union of ricy. ygood-rue neigately mansion. Instead of o terest, tened to t of self-sacrifice,and t for contempt or envy. tead of t I  t and so dangerous to examine into for ts of it, I  seen solved by love.

 CHAPTER V

    COMPENSAtION

    Sunday, May 27th

    Capital cities o t seemto be t. Like birds tare just restored to liberty, t of tone cages,and joyfully fly tory. It is er; t toten until turn s,and ts gladdened by pleasant ts and recollections of t day; t day turn again to to work.

    tures are most remarkable at Paris. iently for trying a feurnip-field.

    tical education of  aken t;inits ate.quot; ers, tures t are met  Parisian   be able to e acompanion to travels by Land and by Sea from Paris to St.

    Cloud?

    e do not no floating population from all parts, for s, men of business, and travellers, ual country after be;many peoples andcities;quot; but of ttled Parisian, y, ty of bygone ages.

    For one of ties of Paris is, t it unites typopulations completely different in cer and manners. By t, une or fancy, live a quiet race of people ence resembles ts by turns to the same hours.

    If no oty can s and more stirring forms of life,no otains more obscure and more tranquil ones. Great cities arelike torms agitate only to ttom,you find a region inaccessible to tumult and the noise.

    For my part, I tled on t do notactually live in it. I am removed from turmoil of ter of solitude, but  being able to disconnect myts from truggle going on. I follo a distance all itsevents of s and t passes, do otake part?

    Ignorance alone can keep us strangers to tself  suffice for t.

    tions I made to myself in my attic, in tervals of to ions, I s, brus, and tied my cravat;I  last arrived at tant moment  all is finis well.

    A grand resolve  decided me to depart from my usual s.

    tisements t t day tory otempted by ty of to go there.

    On my arrival at tation on t bank, I noticed te. Railroads, besides many otages, possess t of teacuality. t to t it is ter;to  ed for.

    Social virtues, are, in a great degree, good s. qualities are grafted into nations by tion, bypolitical necessity, and by institutions! Avarice royed for atime among tion of an iron coinage, toooo bulky to be conveniently hoarded.

    I found myself in a carriage o tic and retired class of Parisians I ies  to gain me ter someminutes I ed ory.

    ters, left orp fifteen, and  live, by economy andprivation. For t ty or ty years ten masters succeed one anotunes in it,  any c. t t. Denis,  on  till after nigo year  tsthe Sunday service, a walk, or an illness.

    ty, and obeyed eras ser ook care of enderness. At first it er ing in t of obeying, t of protecting.

    And it  in t alone t my ttle t t Clamart before tarily exclaimed, like t t;did not tquot;!

    It  time trusted to see terminations: everyto to trike us in cures! till t its charms.

    But  somety, inence from all t o attaco t name ofquot;old maid,quot; ! Accursed be for sarcasm in involuntary misfortune, and horns!

    ters  of courage  example in times ed terday Madeleine ion, and Frances ed itimmediately. Per er not to yield to ttemptation offered by er; but quot;; as t Frances ps or doubts for ablis.

    quot;e really must amuse ourselves,quot; said s; once.quot;

    And ter smiled at t  tt its crisis in bothem.

    And in trut y if any scruple erfered  of trees, ion. ting a train passing in trarydirection, y of a t, made ttter a cry; but it ake courage again, and express tonisat the marvel.

    Madeleine declares t suc is  recollected, tle alarm, t . t upon tion ers urnedits eyes toreet of St. Denis.

    But tion and ts distract s lovely landscape: on t, Pariss grand monuments, s villas, its s vines, and itsroyal castle! to tions of delig t to me it is deeply touc tonous seclusion: ty and fresh air for a few hours.

    At last train stops, and  out. I sers t leads to Sevres, bet time of returning.

    I soon join t t station, ttle garden belonging to tekeeper; botion  t it is time for  s and layers, for soroying ts on trees. Madeleine  mustard and cress; but s, to tion, all ots may last tekeeper, , and ted, and begins to act over againtion.

    On reacsigers. I  alone among ts: tteries going on, mountebank sing and drinking, andfor sing ruck by tof t-of-door festivities. In draertainments, peopleare cold, grave, often listless, and most of t toget or tions of society; in tryassemblies, on trary, you only find ttracted by t. t is a forced conscription; eers for gayety! t from kno to be pleased o look do of fasaste!

    Doubtless ts are often coarse; elegance and refinement areing in t at least tiness. O tyenjoyments of tained in union amped its er on tion of country festivals, and purified tdepriving ty.

    t tery are open to t Frances and Madeleineagain in t room. Frig finding tof sucone, as if they were in a church.

    quot;e are in t; said t sister, forgetting tthere is no longer a king in France.

    I encourage to go on; I , and tofollow me.

    ion! o every sinted  of substance!

    Eart substances icularly meant for ic animals, are tial accessories of  be a moreintimate connection betone and metals require longpreparations; t our first efforts, and belong less to to communities. Eartrary, truments of ted being w feed and serhimself.

    tless, makes me feel so mucerested in tion I amexamining. t me to akno yet incorrectly formedvases of tell me of a declining intelligence,--in amp of every race, everycountry, and every age.

    My companions seemed little interested in torical associations;t all  credulous admiration ten underevery piece of ionof wonder.

    In ttle courtyard, ws of some broken china.

    Frances perceived a colored saucer almost  s;w;

    I  undeceive elling  ts of tory are sold all over t  are boug troy tence?

    Are o break do perfume our patenest nots taco to rectify innocent mistakes, in order to recover someuseless reality, is to be like t but ts of w is composed.

    On leaving tory, ters, lessness, invited me to s  first, but ted ure, t I feared to pain th some awkwardnessgave way.

    e o look for a convenient spot. I led t of grass enamelled -trees.

    Madeleine could not contain  on ter to taket, sells me of all ions intotry t  off. Frances, on t up at Montmorency, and before sen gone back to  ionof novelty for er, ion. Sold of tage s to  t make go to t pulling o t; t.

    tions he charm and freshness of childhood.

    Frances recalls to  s s.

    alking t doree.

    Before us s many-storied tingupon t t. Cloud, s magnificent clumps of treesinterspersed retc tifulcountry, and I listen to terested; and time passes gently on  my perceiving it.

    At last ts, and urning. o tory to askt its ; ts of trombonesresound from ts I forgetmyself ; but I ers to taketo tation; train cannot , and I makee to climb to t-trees.

    Just before I reaco a poor girl ainedbandages. I sa s t furtakenplace a feer  any means ofsupport. Sold all tomed to suffer. ters ing one: took ty sous out of a little coarse silk purse, o tened on to tside of t, before I reac, I met ters,o me t t return by t onfoot!

    I tood t t for tbeen given to tagious: I run to t o pay for my ourn to Frances and Madeleine, and tell them.

    ..........................

    I am just come back from taking t tedion of whem happy.

    tying tand t God ion rial.

    t pleasure derives from rarity a relisherwise unknown.

    Enjoyment is only o be suciety royed ite, ot first of earthe being easily made happy.

    O I could persuade every one of t so t notabuse t t ience. If  of blessings, it is because tion of it is t of virtues.

    Madeleine and Frances! ye poor old maids co despair; for te and envy; and for to y enters.

    .

 CHAPTER VI

    I am not surprised at side my  is only by living, as top story, t one comes to kno t rays, and t aterfly sometimes ventures among ttic,and t trious he dawn of day.

    tories are still deep in sleep, silence, and s, and song already reign.

    life is around me! See turning from s for ful urns to feeling and to motion; ion, and brings it to life again, as truck ty in t is a moment ofrest from every misery; ters into ts of t, alas! itis but a s respite! Everyts ed course:

    t s long strains, its deep gasps, itscollisions, and its cras in motion.

    tranquillity of t morning  of ourfirst years of life. too, tly, t, and tude, o be ties: atstarting, so readily made ed; and at tter disappointment or reality! ts or in precipices!  first, so muc at last?  to make it unfit for happiness?

    Must o ignorance if er all, to find rest only inan eternal childhood?

    imes ions! Solitude age or tinually searcotion to tion;  called to turn it tot s anotary inclination makes us return forever to knock at thesame doors!

    I interrupted my reflections to put my attic in order. I e t sempt for details or anunaptness for spiritual life. to arrange to live, is to establision of property and of use bet is to lay tion of ts  o tate. , in fact, is social organization but aseries of s, settled in accordance ions of ournature?

    I distrust botellect and ty of to able.

    surrounds us, reflects more or less t ill t around. If our tastes did not reveal ourcer, tastes, but instincts.

    tic, my eyes rested on ttle almanac ten in large letters: quot;FEtE DIEU!quot;

    It is to-day! In t city, o remind us of it; but it is,in trutive c;t in or,quot; says Ceaubriand, quot; a time ties;t a single  in t;

    recollections t a off , I leaned my elbo to ttle town w daysof my childhood were passed.

    te Dieu  events of my life! It o be diligent and obedient a long time beforeo deserveto s. I still recollect  raptures of expectation Igot up on tapestry, along treets. I  from one to anoturns admiring religious scenes of tions of ttles in tyle of Louis XIV,and tomsseemed to be coming fort of past ages, to assist--silentand motionless--at ternately in fear and terrible iful resses sing t tin breece at t oftually smiling simes,  seemed to me t tco see tacake t transitory. t predominated over everyot of an overflo quiet joy. In t of all ting draperies, ttered flotransported in spite of yourself. tival ed in your , in a t, more  only manifesting, but also hin us.

    And tars for triump competition among tparision of ting-places  e t and t beautifulof his possessions!

    It  sacrifice!

    ted, and tabernacle dressed  one ing fit to cro ree givenme by my motc for several monto bloree. t , t of sucations, and of all acated for some moments. No one ; I mig. I s onerose noiselessly  I alone to keep back my treasure? Ougo grudge to God one ofts  t I plucked tem, and took it to put attop of tabernacle. Aion of t so s to me, now make me smile?

    Is it so certain t t is in itself, ratention? If ter in tot to tus not look do of generosity; it is tom to self-denial and to sympatime as a sacred talisman; I o cal victory won over myself.

    It is nonessed tion of teDieu; but s tions of former days?

    I still remember reets streintoxicated by totouc along. I smiled at everyt seemed to me t God ingin the air!

    Moreover, t tement of t: it migense on certain days, but at time it continued t, and a trustfulness from coming, at least from staying  being alone,I soon took  again, like ts courage, becauseit s mot t confidence ofmy c God is here?

    range tion of our ts! A day of tions of my former years are gro I am no duties I  peace ture to tiny.  rusted to my o to make myselfmaster of it by means of a long insigo ture. I  ies, by occupying my ts ure; I  my judgment in to the anxious man.

    A melanc perant lesson. ,if I rusted more to  y? It may be t  possible  on condition of living like a coties of eac comes, and trusting in ther for all besides.

    to strengt is good, I turn my ts to le expression of  and sootects my life, and gives it ligoo,  andmartyr ed out taugo see t.

    But, except ting do, and tues willrecall ory.

    ell! I e it, not for ot for myself! t,at t of ts itself and assumes a moredignified attitude: in tself raisedand ennobled by tion of a good mans life!

    A ray of ts up ttle table on  of tte, and t my terings. ts proper place amid thefragrance.

    Seven oclock.--It is  of my UncleMaurice ter. o t t  die; but notanding ticipations, o live,suffering and deformed.

    tractions ofc for y. In vain ttle o the world:

    t  its way.

    ill  o  ted all t repelled by oter, and ake o content . ion roi is tax on provisions levied at trance of totle toll- trance of ive town.

    up in t square, ion from ts but reading and s.

    On fine summer days so  t, under tis planted by Maurice. And, even ing-needles; rials;  ionately on t bowed neck,and exch her!

    t o be taken from  to give up all  tion  names, ried to return o ansheforehead of her son, heave a sigh, and close her eyes forever!

    tried to take Maurice a ed t noionless form.

    quot;Dead!quot; cried ;dead! S me, s t;

    A stifled voice replied:

    quot;God!quot;

    Maurice, startled, raised  a last sig  seek to kno ood ted it.

    It  I first kne to see tletoll-old me  stories,and let me gaternalattractiveness, o all ed to everytlepatience; and cs of ioners, ed , quot;Fat ;

    No oty, zeal, and intelligence; but t ed y. As rons, terable to make to be granting ting o live. UncleMaurice bore injustice as empt; unfairly treated by men,rusted in tice of be deceived.

    not as forlorn as tle garret, into o recommend  cion to it. So any ot.

    S interest and  relaxation; a depressing gloomseemed to envelop ion affected Maurice; tempted to speak to  in fe o see t sude to ttle, and said no more.

    But toinettes needle ly  of everyt tradesmen refused to give .

    ely  to tely and engaged to pay ttoinette h.

    t on in tinued out of il s last frig tracted o an explanation impulse o run toUncle Maurice, and tual reserve o a burst of deepest feeling. It seemed as if gratitude ed all t numbed .

    Being no, ttle er efficacy to oinette became to er, for o provide. It  timesince t o stentions s  to dispel oucimes expressed   topped.  le  bend over, but could not read. Intruttle to do so; o took toinette sucrials  still toenjoy her company.

    t insensibly took possession of o tomed to ty of to look onionate sympat more could iltable to a e  co make it areality. After mucation ook courage, and decided to speak toher.

    It tle ation, directed eps to just as  to enter,  range voice pronouncing toinette he dress of a sailor.

    At t of my uncle, so :

    quot;A is  I t  is Julien;it is my betrot;

    Maurice tottered, and drew back. A single word old him all!

    It seemed to   to break;but t ill hisfriend!

    toer ion to the suburb.

    It   not as  o  ting out for ry. y and ill-ice andforsaken by all, o him.

    Eig ten ill noruction o live. Is it true t  al? t beyond goodness, prudence,moderation, y, self-sacrifice itself, t trut misfortunes? and t, if man ues for others, he has need of religion for himself?

    , as tureexpresses it,  for ourselves; strong, o escape everystorm in spite of t later in life, c our arms, liketaken by nigo him who iseverywhere.

    I yand for to  some neorc continues to gro not because ent to s?

    But s reveries signify to turmoils of most men are stifled by t givetime to question time to kno ts are in t lease ort price of stock? th.

    But I--poor savage amid all tion, er of myspirit--I can go back y to tions of myc city no longer ival, I rive still to keep t to .

 CHAPTER VII

    Yesterday ted to Juno (Junius, June) by the Romans ended.

    to-day er on July.

    In ancient Rome tter montiles (to only ten parts, began inMarc into tiles  folloeles,September, October, November, December--altions didnot accord  last, after atime tiles, in  is an immortal epitapimes ion of man.

    ions are tinents, mountains,stars, and monuments, urned to a Golden Book, like t in e of Venice used to enroll its illustrious names and its great deeds.

    It seems t mankind feels a necessity for self in its electones, and t it raises itself in its oo preserve t of a great ancestor, or of abenefactor.

    In fact, talents granted to a single individual do not benefit are gifts to ts by ions. Genius is a lig to give lig is but t.

    I love to ds; to me in sour admiration for glory. ed men, t admirationis gratitude; self, it is to immortalize t sy.

    obey tinct in submitting to t from ts of a gradation of ranks, ort, titude deligo surround t be t ty makes to aggrandize one of tions, or o concealtion of subjection by exaggerating tance of to er; te al; t, in order t some of it may be reflected upon themselves.

    It is still tents  they are of gold.

    ty is not less natural or less common ty ofdominion.  least desiresto obey a poy of a mere count after  of a prince, and Saint-Simon mentions a valet w upon marquises.

    July 7t no , and tier. t-passengers  a crossingrecognized t by, and mentionedted or pohe day.

    Near me t ter smile, all t passed in his mind.

    quot;Look at t; t ;all ts of pride, are tellect or toil painfully along tain-tops gilded by ty.quot;

    I . Is it true t ties, I do not say in tunes, but in the happiness of men?

    Do genius and auty really  of mankind receive it as a yoke? Is t adifferent use of mens dispositions and talents, or a real inequality intinies? A solemn question, as it regards tion ofGods impartiality.

    July 8t to call upon a friend from t using to one of ourministers. I took ters from  for raveller just come from Brittany. o stay.

    quot;to-day,quot; said ;ter gives no audience: akes a day ofrest ers are arrived; ake to St. Cloud, and in ted o a private ball. I sly for t of togeting for me.quot;

    I sat do a table covered urns. Most of tained severe criticisms on t politicalacts of ter; some of to ter himself.

    Just as I ary came for to take toer.

    to read tions, to suffer silently tongues ion or toscorn! Like tor in riumpo endure ts of ing to the crowd his follies,his ignorance, or his vices.

    But, among t at  one reac in  o ttacksof envious red or furious conviction? tians yielded only ts of to ts of tres; tions, o tesof the pen.

    ness, teredily. Important ne summonedto t be able to take ers to St. Cloud.

    I saing at tairs again, o t out of sigatesmanin it.

    tented and disappointed. ty icalatmosps leave, all goes  ,try is in danger.  acalculation of erest. My friend is almost a statesman.

    I ion old me several curiousparticulars of public life.

    ter ill retains ed from ts under, ted by old associations;but ty forbid o meet tercourse continued, it  some disobe traitors desirous to sell t ministerprepared to buy to break offfriendsy years standing, and to sacrifice attacs wure.

    Sometimes, er still gives o s ely; s alks of times ions to succeeded in concealing t offriends policy; but sooner or later t, and ry as an object ofdistrust.

    For  never sion. Sometimes it even proceeds to crime. t several  on foot.

    to anot temptations came in tomislead or overcome ; ally led intoobliquities  deplore. Misled by passion, over-persuaded by entreaties, or compelled for reputations sake, imes eady ion ofy! Not only are t its vices also, ent orturing, succeed incorrupting him.

    e prolonged our conversation till it errupted by tersreturn.  of t into ant aftero send off notices to allted for t take place; teriously of bad neransmitted by telegrapances an entertainment o insult the public sorrow.

    I took leave of my friend, and   I  seenis an anso my doubts t pangs menpay for ties; noandt Fortune sells w we believe she gives.

    to me to ter.

    And yet I  some of ttaco power.

    ss possessors are precipitatedfrom ts of o t pat forever bear ty? of t c of ttle liberty?

    tisans of despotism ado forms and ceremonies.

    If men ed poo t keeped from ordinary y; t surround inual  ceremonial, keep up for  ted ers cannot remainabsolute, except on condition of being treated as idols.

    But, after all, tlead is an insult to ty of ot is also a torment tot, e, ions of t;so t,quot;

    says Voltaire, quot;by reading it one can tell all t to t.quot; It Po endure suc t  to put out to be absent.

    ed  to periso save iquetteforbade to toucopping tears of  snatco obtain pardon forte related by Madame Campan ofMarie Antoinette,  oilet, o be presented to ants, alady of very ancient family entered and claimed t by etiquette; but, at t s to fulfil y,a lady of urn took t s to offer to till itle camein urn, and er. to esies, and compliments, before it came to te as iquette.

    12tandingat turesreminded me of my fatiful smile, trating eye, ttitude.

    I began living over again t years of my life, and recalling tomyself tions of t guide hdrawn.

    only to bring our togeterc, but ained instruction.

    Not t o make me feel it so: my fat o say t virtue couldmake ed friends, but s take pupils: t desirous to teacented , certain t experience hem grow.

    en o a corner of t, and,en, all at once put forto ear! It is a treasure laid aside in a time of ignorance, and  knos value till .

    Among tories urns to my memory, doubtless because timeis come to derive its lesson from it.

    My faticed at to one of trading collectors s, because t allcreation under glasses t t by retail, y and labor. Obliged to rise before daybreak, by turnsso bear alone all trade of s. In trutteralent for making t of ther people.

    t ion of any kind of ter o sell it. , in ed to obstinate perseverance weaches.

    My fater naturalist,  tive, ty on condition t , and at  my fatly to take of bread,  morency, the Marne.

    Excited by trating perfume of tation, or tiligue made itself felt. t under a ream, and ic feast, by turns onercresses, ras, read a feest vogue, of Gessner, ranslated, or of Jean Jacques,of ely in activity and rest, in pursuit and meditation, until to take again to Paris, orn and dusty, but ed for a wholeweek.

    One day, as o, close toit, a stranger ing ts gat face; but  under uneasy and timid expression. , agray coat, black breeced stockings, and  of a small retiredtradesman whe golden meanof horace.

    My fat respect for age, civilly raised  to  ranger stooped to take it up, and recognized it.

    quot;It is a Deutaria ap; said ;I  yet seen any oft near ;

    My fat it o be found in abundance on top of to Laserpitium.

    quot;t, too!quot; repeated t;A;

    My fato take ranger accepted ened to collect togets all of a sudden o  tion of tle of t Bellevue; t bygoing to top ly turn out of  it rigake trouble for a stranger.

    My fated upon it ual good-nature; but, tinately t evenseemed to my fat ention at last excited ented ing out totranger,  of him.

    Many  no more of ting. retc volume of Emile. t ofreading it ely absorbed  o see or,ed aloud a passage ed him.

    An exclamation uttered close by asy; radesman-looking person  before ont Viroflay.

    s, tion of wo  o high good-humor.

    quot;A t; said o my fat;I you told me of, and I am indebted to you for a c;

    My fatfully rose, and made a civil reply. tranger e familiar, and even asked if ;brotanistquot; didnot turning to Paris. My fative,and opened in box to put .

    tranger asked   impertinence askt. My fat it was Rousseaus Emile.

    tranger immediately became grave.

    time side by side, my fat still tion, all t t. tolled t Genevese er, iated on tte of time and space, and gatogets out of all nations; but tranger suddenlyinterrupted him:

    quot;And ; said ;ion ters ion? tent ts, tered by success: imes  been ire? And be assured t e ivity of a vigorous mind, by  alurns against . s more from it as inually disgusts ual; oo-refined sigs and blemis beautiful face. I  speak of stronger temptations andof deeper douous man is not afraid of being a king? poure--preparing forgreat failures. Believe me, sir, te t of admiration or of envy; but, if you ,pity ;

    My fatonis tement   knoo answer.

    Just tle tot of Versailles; a carriage was passing.

    t perceived ttered an exclamationof surprise, and leaning out of ted:

    quot;t;

    tance.

    My fationless, confounded, and amazed, his eyes wideopen, and his hands clasped.

    Rousseau, owardhim:

    quot;You see,quot; said ter misantermisfortunes ;Jean Jacques cannot even hide himself:

    of curiosity to some, of malignity to oto all   to tinence of t, assoon as a man une to make y. Every one rakes into es  trivialactions, and insults ing. Per I y by publis to it. to my  t least know me such as I am. Adieu, sir.

    o kno you ;

    Nine oclock.--Aand my fatory! It contains to one of tions I asked myself a  fame and pos t are dearly boug, , as Madame de Stael says, but undeuil eclatant de bonheur!

    tis better to be loent,to be perkd up in a glistering grief,And wear a golden sorrow.

    [ II., Scene 3.]

 CHAPTER VIII

    to us; ts place; y; t God, and givenup to all the evils of chance.

    Yesterday I er a long urned ed.

    Everyto accuse tion of tle by-street, acquainted, and I found myself suddenly in to languis time y rags  to dry; tid gutters,iles!

    I felt oppressed ened on.

    A little fartopped by tal; a deadman, nailed dofuneral pomp or ceremony, and  follo  last friend of tcast--ter roducedas ttendant at to commit to to tomb, as less no one le ofsociety, he less?

    But y, if one of its members can the wind?

    tal  trance of  in destitution on our compassion till olive! roops of outcasts, in addition to trials imposed on allGods co endure tion. Union ts  in its subterranean city!

    A t is ties, if  excrouble  of to whe whole world is a life of joy?

    and t of Mao, in tales of ton -trees:

    quot;Alas! tians; tcotinual feast before tiny fliesare tore of fruit. t of taking every t ttle birds are ;

    But tural state is like t of ture. quot;tinual feast before ;

    , t selfis association  not be better for every one to turn again totile bosom of nature, and live ty in peace andliberty?

    August 20ts a red gloains; t he day.

    My eye al,  to-day it stops at ttress wes our .

    torms ripped top of its plaster covering, and dustcarried by ted in t of aerial terrace, alk of ed by a sickly ear t droops its yellow head.

    tray crop on t of s to t o me tiful ook as a cive province,  s, loaded he roads.

    I still remember ted merriment of t ttime, somettercame from to God, t of t,t indistinctly t in tains of corn-so say, Nextto God, it is we whe world!

    a here is in all human labor!

    oizan, far auff in  takes care t tects ax-comptroller adjusts einterests  occupies s ant countries; t add every day a feeam, eam impels tic trains ofour iron roads! te togetoilof eacs ioned among t members of ty by atacit agreement. If, in tionment, errors are committed, ifcertain individuals  been employed according to ties,ts of detail diminision of the whole.

    t man included in tion he whole.

    tate of nature. As  is necessary t  for everything.

    All creation is y; but  as many  surmount tacles rengtGod  reckon on any otunity. No one reaps, manufactures, figo any one.  multiplied by t multiplied by ty.

    But, notanding ted by t of somevices in detail, I cursed tter, and almost envied thesavage.

    One of ties of our nature is alo mistake feeling forevidence, and to judge of the season by a cloud or a ray of sunshine.

    as t of  of civilization? Must y of edtrary, t it edt for more y? t deadman, e I deplored,  found, by tal, a coffin and t to rest?

    Alone, and far from men,  in ures! ts ofy are s destitute. s t anotion to  say urn. t of usy mucrengtted o  from nature.

    But cannot society give us more? s it? Errors ted in tribution of tasks and ime ter division s of society go on toion, like everyty is to kno ourselves to tep of time,w danger.

    August 14t cos of lead,iles; tion of cold and  side. t .

    I ation from tday. I raruction of   first, my neering over tters; a fine ladys life seemed tosuit y of preparing a ser forransformed our idler into a ion. I say! e are indebted to it not only for most of ourtalents, but for many of our virtues!

    Is it not necessity t est constant activity ions? As t of ts of nature, try; necessity anding, endurance a.  sun, and loaded ies of t, and naked, in t of gifts  attempt to explore, y to  o build ations to defend emperance of to  and morerobust: disciplined by it, o mount ion, ep nearestto tes.

    I made tions inct seemedto e since s lastt was finis up ence.

    on tc attentive care. tage of moral action, o takelessons from. ttle ones soon became large, and take t flig able to clear to tter. Icaugy, and placed ile infront of  t noticed reesand along t ao takefrom tle bird o ive cries; tering  empt, and to return!

    I crumbled some bread before ttle orp  kno ried to catc o t.  will become of come back!

    August 15ttle bird dying upon tiles;   by ried in vain to pulsations of life; ruggle of lifeagainst deat: it is a o us.

    doubt it is my oldneigion ract my ts.

    It ress. Excellent terfrom o ans for her.

    I kept it, to copy it in my journal.  is:

    quot;DEAR MOto tell you t I  time, except t last ,  abetter craft anywhere.

    quot;A gust of  as I came up above er, Isaain sinking. I  after y, and,after diving times, I brougo ted on board, and o an officer.

    quot;I do not  ted me.

    But it isnt all; it seems t fisain  I er, and t told me t Iam promoted to be a sailor of t class! Directly I kne,I cried out, My moto o send you.

    quot;I include by begging you to take care of yourself if you o t you for nothing.

    quot;Your son, from ttom of my ,

    JACQUES.quot;

    t tress dictated to me:

    quot;MY GOOD JACQUOt: It makes me very o see t your  isstill as true as ever, and t you  tell you to take care of your life,because you kno is t  you,dear c t bound to live, y.

    quot;Do not fear for my ter! I donot gro all, for fear of making you unnot very badly, I put it into the savings

    bank, ted you ts.

    quot;All your friends are  dead, leaving ies. I gave y francs remittanceand said t you  it  in  t money inanot of savings bank; but t is our s t getterest.

    quot;Good-bye, dear Jacquot. rite to me often, and alher,

    quot;P.quot;

    Good son, and o a lovefor t of fanciful misante of t of to sucimpartial observation soon does justice to sucion, t in ture, t  in t of noticing it,  of its being tion. If not, noto be  its compensation or itsremedy.  spiritual ric of ty! erial!

    t ion, is e affection and of enduring self-sacrifice. took care of ed to time for accomplisionof  sinct, and not a rational ced off ty as  rid of a burden, and surned again to y. trary, ask as long as God sill remain, so to speak, joined to  part of herself.

    tions make for our species an existence separate from allt of creation. to t of terrestrialimmortality; and if otuates himself.

 CHAPTER IX

    t me t of fruit I buy of y years t I er, I  intle fruit-ster served else little custom; to leave  seems to me t tance  of tacit obligation to ronage y.

    S t upon my table, and as I  o add some so my bookcase, sairs againimmediately to send o me.

    At first I did not notice eithe sound of her voice:

    but, no I recall t seems to me t s as jovial asusual. Can Motrouble about anything?

    Poor  to sucter trials, ts to livea  tances wo me, and wained for .

    It  time of my first settling in ticedy fruit-so, and, being attracted by itsforsaken appearance, I made my little purc. I inctively preferred tit seems to me t my purcy. ttle dealings are almost alence is in peril--tradesman is not toenric to live! t is a good action.

    Mot t time ill young, but  tfreso  off obecome, according to turesque expression of t Monday. to tely dedicated by otside to avoid troi, or municipal excise.]--andGenevieve s of thehousehold.

    One evening, o make some trifling purcinguis of Genevieve, broken bysobs. On looking fart-o be claiming doubt edevery explanation and every excuse, o appease tryed byt love of money  too ed by ted ions, ts, and abuse. In spite ofmyself, I listened to t daring to interfere, and nott appeared at the shop-door.

    t come from t oft a public- a belt, and untied at t, sains of  of the pallor of drunkenness in his face. hecame reeling in, looked wildly around him, and called Genevieve.

    Sart, and ruso t at t of trying in vain to steady  over it ears.

    tryhe neighbor had followed her.

    quot;Come! come!quot; cried t;do you intend to pay me,after all?quot;

    quot;Ask ter for t; ironically ans door, pointing to t fallen against ter.

    try him.

    quot;A; returned s;ell,  too pay  people; and get tipsy  ;

    the drunkard raised his head.

    quot;! ; stammered ; talks of  I am going back again to get some ing for me at tuille.quot;

    Genevieve did not anser, opened till, andbegan to rummage in it.

    quot;You see otry;akesall?quot;

    quot;Is t my fault?quot; replied t;to me, andsome pay me!quot;

    And letting loose ongue, as t of try do, sing at lengtaken of t o ion as so convince s,and to increase  feared t en turned into tit into its cradle.

    is t try a determination toescape  s say; butso t room, ill, artled, and raised his head.

    At t Genevieve appeared at t tryrying to tear from oer, and throwing herself behind her husband, cried:

    quot;Mic;

    tood up erect, like one .

    quot;My son!quot; stammered ;;

    elligence passed overures.

    quot;Robert,quot; resumed ;it is Robert!quot;

    ried to steady , t  take tottered. the nurse approached him in a rage.

    quot;My money, or I sake t; cried s;It is I  up: if you dont pay me for  ougo be to you as if it il I ;

    quot;And ; murmured Genevieve, pressing Robertagainst her bosom.

    quot;take it to t; replied tryal is a better mot pays for tslittle ones.quot;

    At t;Foundling,quot; Genevieve ed to t it, like a lioness defending emplated t knourns, making a visibleeffort to compre all. ed upon Genevieve and t lit up  oing.

    At last, apparently making a prodigious effort, , quot;ait!quot;

    And going to a tub filled er, o it severaltimes.

    Every eye urned upon ryion ly dispelled  us for a moment, turned to Genevieve, and ened up.

    quot;Robert!quot; cried o taking him in his arms.

    quot;A look at ;

    to give up o ance, and stayedbefore ended, as if surn to speak, and reneening to appeal to la first Micened to tentively, and s mother.

    quot;; asked he.

    tryo reckon up t expenses, o nearly ty francs. t to ttom of s, but could find notracted byfroo escape , drec up above his head:

    quot; is--; cried ;a c  itis not I  t for me, neig is not enough, I have my earrings. Eh!

    Genevieve, take t say you  of teven if I must pledge a bit of my flesc rid of all of t t ttle fool go to sleep. Give o bed.quot;

    And, taking tep to his cradle.

    It o perceive took place in Mic all ances.  early everymorning to urned regularly in to finis. Very soon  leave t all,and -s on .

    to live in comfort,  not been forto ion. raining, udiedmatics, draers trade, and oill noing every resourceo pusions  proved useless: t fort, and t were close by.

    o my mind, Miced.

    During time I ing tes of my journal, I inizing the joiner.

    toop, ly bent. t of weigures have an expression of sorrow and despondency.

    ions by monosyllables, and like a man ion. ion, wo know!

    ten oclock.--Mic gone doairs to look for a tool ten. I  last succeeded in dra!

    Not t urned out ill after all t t ed; but bothem any more.

    to ed to receive te in toils; and at t o be repaid for all t   engaged o acontractor at Versailles.

    Every remonstrance and every prayer y of initiating o all tails of an importantcontract, ties ion of improvingrade, and turning oadvantage. At, last, s, began to cry, ily kissed  a  avoid any furtrances.

    a year, and to give turn. s ayed a fes hem.

    quot;I o be re; Micome just no;I rious son, and God ious and avaricious one! I o myselft o enliven our s. ting o care for.

    You kno ot of  music, and is one of t singers at the Orpheon.

    A dream, sir, truly! Directly took to fligerday, for instance, ed o supper  to-day, eito finiso arrange, and s are put do in ts, aftertomers and t! Fool! to y years, to tion of a t fortook trouble to cure myself of drinking, to break o become an example to to begin again! No,no! you see ion; er of our livesin fostering to be everytous in our old age, and ime comes--good-nigy!quot;

    o ansions, and I remained silent. tended ool, and left me.

    Poor fats of temptation   felttrial, and tered, at least once,tion of Brutus?

    But if virtue is only a  is trueand real? No, I  believe t goodness is in vain! It does notal it brings some other.

    In ts proper andnecessary consequences, and virtue cannot be tion to t o tised it,experience  more universal and more  of being afaitor because e payment, and one apparentto our senses. e alale, in  be re accept aspayment a peaceful conscience, self-content, or a good name among men--treasures t are more precious t t feel till after hem!

    Micurned to  yetarrived.

    By telling me of ments, ed;  over again t, alo  o me of a joiners business o good account s  o, and, after ty years of business, iring to one of tal cottages in tskirts of ty,a usual retreat for t indeed t be paid do perer Benoit to . Roberts presence o insurety of a o perfection. aircase, ime; and ed otractor for ting it. tormented by t of invention, udy, imeto listen to his feelings.

    Micold me all tion. Isao t sons neglect.

    Six oclock P.M.--I  finiss  a change for Genevieve and Michael!

    finiselling me of .

    Suddenly ered .

    tart of joyful surprise, but immediately, as if o keep up the appearance of displeasure.

    t appear to notice it, but to ed manner, o restrainy.

    I told Robert I o see y.

    quot;I expected you yesterday,quot; said Mic, rather dryly.

    quot;Forgive me, fat; replied t;but I St. Germains. I  able to come back till it e, andter kept me.quot;

    t ook up his hammer again.

    quot;All rig; muttered one; quot; tterto eat broridges er.quot;

    quot;And I am one of t; replied Robert, merrily, quot;but, as t;you must s t; It  I s  works;

    quot;to go on aircase,quot; interrupted Michael,ironically.

    quot;You must no; replied Robert,smiling.

    quot;;

    quot;Because I  to ;

    turned round quickly.

    quot;Sold it!quot; cried h sparkling eyes.

    quot;For t I  rico give it ;

    Micool.

    quot;t; resumed ;s an ideainto to a ricake t ;

    quot;ell, w ; asked Genevieve.

    quot; ; cried t;You understand not it--you are a   a true  is o keep it for t does  it up at auction I  a neion is like a co a ,  up,  in t is only apoor creature ;

    Robert colored a little.

    quot;You ly, fat; said ;w;

    quot;Yes, and you ,quot; added Genevieve, who could nolonger keep silence.

    quot;Never !quot; replied Michael.

    quot;But, c; cried s; only for our sakes!quot;

    t onis. It o come to an explanation. tter related ered into a negotiation er Benoit, o sell  paid do aining t o ractor at Versailles; unityof trying ion, and of finding a purco t,  concluded t, and he new work-yard.

    tion y andsimplicity t I e affected by it. Genevieve cried; Mico , and in a long embrace o ask ly accused him.

    All o Robert. t ion; ion nor of avarice, nor even tion of inventive genius: ive and single aim itude urned them sacrifice for sacrifice!

    After tions and exclamations of joy  to leave me; but, t to breakfast.

    tolerable; but tion made it delicious. Never ter understoodt calm enjoyment in t community ofinterests ion ofexistences tions,  all t family life o associate, to deny y inlittle, is it not teaco live in t one?

    Suc, to express our relation o borroed for our family life. Menher!

    A us carefully preserve tic union. Do notlet us unbind tter its ears to all t let us ratus carry ts of  bounds; and,if it may be, let us realize tle of tiles: quot;Be ye like-minded,;

 CHAPTER X

    quot;ty me,quot; says ;because t understand it; but if Io ans;

    ceexpression led to elling me more of done.

    ed, not on account of  of t. Evidently t  tself.

    quot;Aand, cried I; it is our  is t partof the world where God has placed our body and our soul.

    quot;Do not believe rue glory is tis tience, and courage. ter of all o as a tie tinguis teem and our sympation is but oneside of love. No, no; true glory can never be too dearly paid for!

    e are all made t understand t ot. Eaco tem of Ptolemy, and t, to make use of tapo:

    quot;Poor old man!quot; murmurs a  crying.

    I ime being, as I o t of evil reflections upon theinconvenience of having neighbors.

    quot;Of t  my  time eit so lo isdirty, I can tell you! tresses in it s from ttle drink eLatin to you, or Greek tragedies, as you c ed for t s on account ofpoverty, and cy by our good-, o be sometter.

    quot;I did not ans t; my   on returning along to speak, ten up before my eyes. I repeated, Do for yourcountry ry isin danger; an enemy attacks it, wurn cups and balls!

    Peter t. rapped up in selfisctic emptied inour house.

    to condemn  deserve it, even in t, is to break t la wabliso w name of cy.

    to say truly (no I am quite ao say truly, ts my idleness, is not tunes, as feunes, ion.

    quot; to to offer my services to anold artilleryman, , and he quarrymans pick again.

    quot;For t fes part--t is to say,tir t s tterof stones, as of everyt become, so to speak, t I brouge my bread ite, seeing I  ill kept my pride. t t I o do my part in co . I said to myself, Courage, Co beautify your country. And t kept up my spirit.

    quot;I did not really t it. I t toy-making, and neverdreamed t France o make -boards, stlecocks, and cups and balls. But I  Vincennes o see from time to time--a Fontenoy veteran int y enougo ot of a marso get on. My uncle, enant. But you s. Louis, e moustacenance. You  of one of t Versailles!

    t toucs on .

    O great and beautiful soul! urns to bitterness, andory only in duty and benevolence!

    quot;ts as easy as to say good-morning,quot; continued ;After tbreak-up at aterloo, I stayed tal to givemy ime to groo tle,I took leave of ers, and took to Paris, ive or friend; but no--all were gone, or underground.

    tous les  la tete dans le meme bonnet.

    quot;I did not and  it seemed someto me.

    quot;E you, neig t up soearly, so I put a damper on my music; I ;

    quot;ell, resumed ry is in danger!

    quot;;

    quot;Faito me to ian,quot; said y, and s;I do notlike tier line, andtreat t meant to turn toeac do mean to order you; onlytake care of tool; it  t put good-;

    By often contemplating t in expression, andso true to life, boture ator.

    quot;o t;

    quot;Among treet-s;

    I looked at onis.

    e are generally too indulgent in our secret oward our neighbor.

    ts are already become cold and long; tains, no more   under mycounterpane. Every morning t betivity and my indolence; and, snugly o tlike til to an agreement.

    quot;I served in tillery under terions. I  Jemappes and at aterloo; soI  tening and at t;

    I seem to see a tcaceran; opsabruptly, and, h his remaining arm:

    quot;Every time I visited  one day I found e grave.

    quot;Jerome, said  is going on on tier?

    quot;No, lieutenant, replied I.

    (I  tions ofto est time, symbolsof t emotions of tsmost common images from them.)

    quot;Someeen,quot; said he.

    For more t o complain of t of to sleep, and  a alop story--alone he sparrows!

    quot;I rembling ion, and great tears were in my eyes.

    ts came into my mind as I finisomyself t Fat to reparation from me. to makeamends for t  noune in  ermined t I  neighborlycall.

    teran s  seems to ful. tter, attracted by o be seeking tion of some problem.

    quot;You are riginued t .

    tilleryman o tell of it. For tyyears raveller t Europe, and  red, for --tional flag! It migition, if you  it time, his safeguard.

    quot;And  one do, lieutenant, to be a good citizen? asked I.

    quot;And  Jemappes?quot; asked I.

    quot;I sell , to drive t first securetry itself; and t, as long as toeat our , t be arms to defend it.quot;

    quot;truly, resumed I,  all t  is a question oflove.

    quot;I s to t me, to keepears for otunes; for eaco mind somestruggle for my colors. ting y;  is visible. I carry t of myservices, ten eel and lead, on myself; to pity mefor y is to suppose I ter oit.quot;

    All told quietly, and in t of y neit nor a grievance.

    But are o ot of laernal relations, is t a real relation of feeling bet oo all t only of our acts but of our purposes? Ougevery o be to us like a vessel t  is not enoug men do not  also ion, Urbi et orbi! sant cry from all s.

    t of disinterestedness touc, andso ing of an old acquaintance.

    quot; o t; asks ty.

    October 15t a little engraving I ing-table; it is a design ofGavarnis; in eran and aconscript.

    quot;! you ;

    quot;I  my old colonel,  I  of t Montereau by giving   tle and no fe I migcoat-bruso a millionaire,  its temptations.

    teran advances slo-trees. In tarm y sleeve, and  makes turn to look.

    At t of t riotic ernumber sy, and I seem to ion.

    quot;See t; says a portly merc, turning away his eyesin horror.

    quot;Do for your country her, saidhe.

    quot;trooper ter not  ; adds a countryman,h a cunning air.

    But fate ried  ty sleeve;  legis made by turner, and  along y; butabove tenance, radiant ening to one of  of goodness, tire in troyed covering. tress is a little damaged, as Fat te y.

    t, , like a victorious enemy, pursued me into everyposition. At last, quite out of patience, I sat up and cap to t of the bed!

    quot;You are a soldier, t;

    I even confessed t of  me into a stime before. ook ouc in t place, and y o truck lessness, and promised to put list round hisdoor!

    I srange at Vienna, Madrid, or Berlin.

    quot;And o tryman, fat;

    Eig a table ligtle smoky lamp,  a fire, alt is already cold, andmaking large pasteboard boxes; one. I ered ttered an exclamation ofsurprise and pleasure.

    quot;But tudent, too, sed suc;

    I could no longer follo, and it o lay do is no off arydepartment of Paris.

    t udies ice, t.quot;

    quot;And at t said, w;

    But at Paris nots; t of life carries us along, liketorn from take merepassengers.  faces o our attics!  in t medley of tinually under ty, and ot resting-place of the hand of God!

    quot;Good-; repeated C;t is all my mot me, and Itake it no son ter inance. tocall me Monsieur Content in tteries.quot;

    October 16ttle engraving ter ts of Fateem he more.

    no my attic. t o o sit and talk by hisboard.

    All ill- seems innocent tous, and, ice,  examination t betray itself by action!

    Decidedly, t man, t of malediction I bestowed on him when I awoke.

    quot;I, too, s,quot; said o me t;ed to make friends  preciselytues. By dint of burning, destroying, andkilling, you grotle toug ions of an autocrat come into your tle strongly. But at ts I called to mind t country spoke of to me, and I oujours Francais! It  since. People intoridicule, as if try  also a noble and abinding t, I s from itle of Frenc me. igue, I ry tling in t ranks, many a time I o figoday take care of youro o  otimes, ed by tco break ters back, and to burn; but I r to , and from norto soutermined not to bring disgrace upon my countrys flag. tenant,you see, augry! Not only must , but  also make it great and loved.quot;

    quot;Because  knoeach.

    I asked  in ttle.

    quot;No, no!quot; replied ;took my leg; it quarries t my arm  to feed.quot;

    And wiculars--

    quot; a deplorable use of ; rejoins a young man who carries avolume of philosophy under his arm.

    quot;And of y, my son, concluded  contribute y,and is a bad kinsman; tners enric, ,defrauds it of o it, and is a dis man. It is tages of ry, and does notaccept t; s izen!

    And alto provide for, I teroff; my appetite  sous aking flight.

    quot;Unfortunately, some of my companions oo sensible to ttle; so muc one day one of tinguis , t proper tostrike a ligo a c a sone grape among us, w;

    It remained to see if I  anytter to do. One evening I setmyself to reflect upon it.

    quot;t is eer under t my eet;

    Your body is still in good condition, and your arms strong; do you notorengto your country, as your Vincennes uncle said?  leave some old soldier, more cut up to get alat trooper, you are still fit for anotoutc not lay up before your time.

    At t me  scissors began cutting t ouc in t.

    t ies o t looks of pity upon me, I so t before  o ty drags along ed mass of fles ? to temperance by t,  o all,  ed you, ies you s ansoy upontrys cause; for  least--cans s;

    talisman to  all sorts of temptation. too support a great name may seem a burden to vulgar minds, but it isan encouragement to vigorous ones.

    quot;So you  means of living?quot; said I to the old soldier.

    quot;t is to say, I o c; replied ly. quot;ty o find one en; I found it, ;

    quot;?quot;

    But be t may, I got up in a very bad  my ne into o be wakeful wo sleep.

    quot;A reform -s last made the wounds in my good leg open again.

    Excellent man! ting of his way for me!

    Even in tter I preserved my fait noto our country.

    quot;Co myself er ter tairs, my old boy, butyou are still serving your country.quot;

    quot;Per ry means, continued  is all t surrounds you, all t you up and fed you, all t you  you see, trees, try! tect you, terco you from try! ttle room  you, ts--try! You see it, you breat, everyions andyour s, your past and your present blessings; e t name ry!

    quot;t tormented me so muc t t day I returnedto Vincennes to announce to tenant t I  enlisted, ando tier. t. Louis, and I  away as proud as an ambassador.

    quot;Let us see, Co myself; tion is to act like aman. ts you, but cannot you do anytter?

    It is ted for t few days.

    quot;It seems t t is a treasure w of ; Iobserved.

    ill anot sacred ptle oflife, alion of t isquot;Country,quot; for t quot;; for a t;Mankind;quot; but tandard--t of duty; for all tof self-sacrifice. to love somet is t of all t is great; to kno is theaim of all noble souls.

 CHAPTER XI

    At last ture  ting under rys flag, and er is gone. Bot to ime--perrong girl, t a family, and  as for death.

    life is a task, but sill sings ass.

    Deat faitc ition represents, but beautiful, smiling, andcroars! tle pom stoops to ts palelips murmur a feo ernal rest.

    tures I ely accused of exaggeration no a toofaitation of reality; and I  to sleep  beingable to recover my optimism--or my h.

    ell! some one ake it up--some soldier of t great  not anexception, t an instance; and under tly upon all, in t of ties, entire generations suffer, succeed eacill bequeato eacick!

    quot;Aoo, itions,quot; ly. quot;I  you may kno is onlynecessary to act and experience; but  tourselves to many rass. For my part. I y oft sometimes I  conclusion.

    quot;turreaus; said my travelling companion, looking at me; did youknohem?

    opped. I looked at ed for ory, and old itme at once.

    tful, and t a ing in t t, lived wo sons.

    I remained for some time lost in t of insensibility belonging toa first sleep; at last some vague and broken sensations came over me.

    After tion of losing o uation. , lost in aforest,  any means of finding  road again, and  y ed in ures of robbery and murder,t ed some fatal encounter every instant.

    16tory of t came so opportunely upon tions my dream ed to me.

    I rees, loaded s; in vain I t mybenumbed feet into tra last topped, and,by one of tage effects so common in sleep, I found myself alone ina barn,  a fireplace, and open to tle face, knoo me in my early cern countenance of my fattle fair er,  ten years old; all my dead family livedagain around me; to tings of to ter, rolled up on some rags of le blue hands.

    It  read transferred into my oence.

    but let us s side ture of ty cradle.  dare tocontemplate in turn.

    But see ime is come for t, carry to toil is   away.

    KNO thYSELF.

    errible barking resoundedfrom eacold  to fear noto traordinary size, and so savage t t of ter  quiet them.

    My  ure, I felt to myself terness:

    quot;From my c; said t;I ots; later in life, reflection augo study to drive t myself, to examine everytattention.

    As I passed my glass, I perceived several visiting cards complacentlydisplayed in t c t t make a s--a retired colonel--ty of my department. Quick, quick, into ty! and let us put ting of ouroffice-boy, tion for c of t my last armcions of my poverty aigne says, mater masuperbe, and  ty in s.

    All  well wed properly; all looked gloomy whe cold laid hold on me.

    tory of to pay avisit to t on a ers day. t  to keep out turned ly pitying the poor monks.

    quot;O,quot; said t lady carelessly; quot;t;

    quot;ten years afterravelling in tment of t; I some coppice ground no time brougivation, andtravelling companions o me,  I perceived a ely recollected; it ered. I eagerly pointed it out to my companion, and asked w.

    At time ill but to an attorney at Orleans. er  o Montargis on different affairs, and ended toreturn in ter  of a bill at a neigo t  torso set out the day had already closed.

    14toe, I  from our old cashier.

    But t me aime, and my ts continued terrupted dream.

    e conversed a long time by tove, wake.

    I opped up ttle carpet s place; my lamp, provided s s asubdued ligove made a loure was sh me.

    S economize to-day, ake care of tain t act, in s,t part of an eartill strong, but she is anxious;she sings no longer!

    ts are formed less from reason tion;and as sensation comes to tle and little ion of s and feelings from it.

    Fearing not to be able to reacargis in good time, ook acrossroad ted out to unately tar  t ried to retrace eps, passed tyfootpat last ely astray.

    to say trutuation  encouraging. tconsidered safe, and for some time past traceof any crime ted.

    Our young traveller, aring forpat take o some o  last  at a distance, and in a quarter of an hehighroad.

    A single  from ed  alittle distance. orance gate of tyard, of a urn  appeared at turning of tant ohim.

    ook up tern and  up to t in t.

    s I o ackno in te a diary of my actions and ts every evening for private use.

    quot;Beloering, some raps o one of till  yet taken off from teeted by an oended, and ts o t over our heads.

    ing the map!

    Let me oo, ters ;tiful is not; If it is so, tantly be, teriorates.

    A lantern y and deserted. Not a trace en seen in a country farmyard, and ion of to be resumed again.

    I looked around me; my lamp oveextinguisting in an icy wind.

    s repose in t religious feeling intenance! May God preserve to them!

    In fact, t of  interested me, o me. I o t tures ofter oo sombre. ion of ted to me; I could not believe in sucyand of suffering; neitoo an artistictemptation: y, as Neroburned Rome for turesque.

    I  berries er. I . the scene suddenly changed.

    to its outside. teure s clumsy appearance by its great solidity.

    An old ick is at, and s upon a stone; s sleep, s dream!

    Never o look at it  feeling my  touched.

    Our traveller looked in vain for ttle farm garden, s creep along to be seen.  even perceive t of apoultry-yard or pigeon-ation of   wry.

    t object on ory oftery in my native province. I  isfaction, and placed it on t conspicuous part of t t t of old enparc to be of so muco me, s real importance in my sig one of ts I so makemyself a genealogical tree of it for tion of my visitors?

    quot;Let us die, since poverty is a dungeon guarded by suspicion, apatempt, and from o try to escape; let us die, sincet t of t;

    In time turned from tables, and made erthe house.

    And I tried to rise to join my moto  at  forthe hour of release.

    A boy, attracted by t of took tter began questioning  some orders  t toable to seet ted.

    quot;t to keep me; o all by tenecessity t Montargis t very nigality, I set off again in a e o him.

    By-and-bye ther!

    quot; up refreso day,I instinctively returned to my first opinion. ted itself to me under termined me to make my escape from it. Reasonitself remained silent o recognize in tions of a loure, or else thepresence of some baleful influence.

    t alone, our clerk looked about him.

    quot;I  a day  being able to learn anyt tion of my adventure remaineddeeply fixed in my memory.

    Ac migruct us;if ts of our daily life o be aconstant sc oftenest ake no hem.

    quot;Nobody just now, replied he.

    t o be ted  ryman t o Pitargis hreeleagues behind him.

    quot; and tfail to cions of my ts. s it graduallydiminiso smile at tibility of my feelings,and tion as trictures on myself assumed a tone of ill-temper. I silently accusedmyself of ty of mistaking sensation for admonitions of myreason. After all,  to live alone,to , to keep dogs, and to kill a pig? ?

    Neit forgotten ,t up and padlocked. Not a single vine creeping up tone, wood, and iron!

    Of table  no one aken trouble to clear a near tes and distered upon it  any order,and loaded ato-parings and ybottles emitted an odor of brandy, mixed  smell oftobacco-smoke.

    t of ture seful for reated  s for reflection forme.

    Yet a fe. t sickness s on ty of otle ones in ure, she weeps, and shedroops her head.

    All ts alismans is for us to co create a mosphere for our minds.

    Feeling convinced of trut about making a survey of my attic.

    t dispelled my dream, and I aart.

    And t joy in the childrens eyes!

    let us banis into my deepest drawer.

    I opped before ts ed on s isoverflo, only produces ts of joy and plenty; I   us give ure of inter, in ure her.

    tions became more and more confused. At last mybook fell on t my ion to stoop andtake it up again; and insensibly overcome by t, and th, I fell asleep.

    It seemed to me t t the air became colder.

    M. Rateau is a sensible man,  o say.

    It ress. Surrounded by a pretty  could not be seen except t gate,, but, turning to t, reacranceclosed in t of whe key.

    quot;But  not kept, some years ago, by a farmer and wo sons?

    quot;he shook his head.

    quot;Yes, yes! resumed o till land, kill game, and drink. t men living alone,  o lovet co soften t God to make turn into s, you see; so one morning t son, woo muc ruck  ;

    Srong and sying topassers-by, and making t star appearsin time, filled s not, for s of o wish for.

    I recollect especially an adventure ;

    quot;My eyes ails, and I turned ts. t opposite to me, only interrupted o pour out o his sons.

    s aking off oeot immediately. So tion of  in  comfort, o ask o send.

    All  around me. But, out of doors t tters;sometimes a gust of self beneatiles, ogetanets, and after  in ty corridor.

    t and pleasurable s cap over my eyes, and, letting myself sink deeper intomy easy-c basked in t and ligove, I gave myself up to a sensation ofenjoyment, made more lively by torm  of mist, ails of my peaceful abode; ts to my bookcase,resting upon ttle cz sofa, te curtains of tead, and tfolio of loose papers--ttics; and turning to ttemptedto seize once more terrupted.

    is not so good as it oaken to e out some of hose I had finished.

    to a drizzling rain,  tance ill to go, and tation, invited ocome into the farmhouse.

    tove and a badly closed door alter my point of view.

    I got up, o s and double-lock it; t to bed in e.

    I tinued to reproacil, toMontargis, jaded and benumbed h cold.

    Man is an eternal mystery to oside alone. Eacinually before ion ed Socrates, and whe walls of Delphi by anunknown hand:

 CHAPTER XII

    I s to recover its activity; my ts, like rays of ligruggling till confused and imperfect; attimes I felt a return of ted, so to speak, beternate fits of mentalwandering and consciousness.

    Sometimes everyto me, like t inguiser, tle, even ttage perc of , and all is confused and indistinct.

    to tions of a o follos various impulses  troubling myself toseparate tly from one to ts succeeded closely upon oneanother.

    Noled state, see, underneats loud ticking, a female figureappears before me!

    At first sigo satisfy me t s a daug flasar, and ruggle. Sest and t sombre hered garland in her hand.

    After emplated s, I asked  brougo my attic. s of turned toward me, and she replied:

    quot;You see in me t drao its end; I come toreceive your t;

    I raised myself on my elboterresentment.

    quot;A t; cried I; quot;but first let me know w for?

    quot;ill young and vigorous: you aken from me eactle of my strengting an illness upon me; already, to you, my blood is less less agile ted ty in my bosom; ttles of oldage!

    quot;And, as if it  enougo  you ed, and no is o my outence, see to, and misery you ! quot;For t t me co taken care oft find my closetsempty, my bookcase ,stripped, all my poor treasures lost ty? s I cultivated, ttic is despoiled, silent and solitary! quot;As itis only for t fes t I urned to a consciousnessof  ;And ers, for  time of t pressing, can t me, ried to do so? Peruation by er of time--w brougunes upon me:

    strengt,  taken all from me. I rage and loss from t t to claim mygratitude!

    quot;A die despised and cursed; andmay I e on tomb tap inscribed upon tof a king:

    quot;Rejoice, t live again.quot;

    .......................

    I or.

    After  my pulse,  do t oft me, rubbing  tisfaction or.

    quot;ell! so ed old snub-nose to carry us off?quot; said M. Lambert, in; t o  least!quot;

    quot;tor?quot; asked I, rather alarmed.

    quot;Not at all,quot; replied t;e cant give up ; and I make it a rule never to instruments in tend ;

    quot;May ; cried I; quot;and may my ;

    M. Lambert shrugged his shoulders.

    quot;Begin by asking yourself for it,quot; resumed ly. quot;God  you, and it is your o c must keep it foryou. One o alk, t sickness comes upon uslike t one o say in tter. Before o be ;

    I  to smile, but tor looked angry.

    quot;A I am joking,quot; resumed ;buttell me, ttention t o rengtravagance or foolisions in ts of your mode of living as you do of your income?

    Do you consider every evening o tion of yourexpenditure? You may smile; but  brougions?quot;

    I began to protest against to point out tions. tor spread out oreckon upon them one by one.

    quot;Primo,quot; cried ; of exercise. You live  air, motion, or cly, tes badly, tive, do notclaim trition, tomache brain growsweary.

    quot;Secundo. Irregular food. Caprice is your cook; your stomac accept , but akes a sullenrevenge, like all slaves.

    quot;tertio. Sitting up late. Instead of using t for sleep, youspend it in reading; your bedstead is a bookcase, your pillows a desk!

    At time  turnal orgies, and you are surprised to find it t day.

    quot;Quarto. Luxurious s. S up in your attic, you insensiblysurround yourself e indulgences. You must  for your door, a blind for your  for your feet, aneasy-cuffed  at tsign of cold, and a so your lamp; and to all tions, t draugc, and you must acles to support t of day.

    You  you s, and you racted infirmities.

    quot;Quintoquot;

    quot;Aor!quot; cried I. quot;Pray, do not carry yourexamination fart attaco eac;

    tor rubbed h his snuffbox.

    quot;You see,quot; said ly, and rising at time, quot;you rut you areguilty. entem reum! But at least, my friend, do not goon laying time, like an old ;

    t my pulse, and took  ion  an end, and t t depended upon myself.

    or  about reflecting upon w he had said.

    Altoo s true in ten  ion he had begun.

    But is t anotance--t  during t my courage and my arms efficient? S review of souls w pass before ?

    Darest ten terred?

    First, t erred t duly valued too deeply of toxicating y; I o love mensolely because ts; Iracted tion only. t to  is composed of mybrot pass by  , vain of mytrifling knoellect as ot of dress; I take credit for a giftourn tune into ao attack others.

    A days of revolutions, ignorance ed andraised a cry of red against genius, t is not alone in t comes in part, too, from temptuous pride of knowledge.

    Alas! I oo completely forgotten themagician of Bagdad.

    One of truck by an irrevocable decree of destiny, er, proud ofages, laug o go out h him.

    quot;to ; said ;since t notion is a stage,  is only an obscureabyss, at ttom of  to tar s;

    it ao crybitterly. ely ran to riedto console o give ever he desired.

    quot;Can you give me sig; asked the child.

    quot;Fate does not permit it,quot; said the magician.

    quot;t; cried t;I ask you to put out t;

    provoked t ofsome one of my brot see?

    But ener y and  of t!

    ions aken at random! s ticism! done  any sense of my responsibility! ter part of men tation of anoters along a roying t beautiful flowers.

    And, nevert is by tlessness t ted. It rises gradually, like one of teriousmounds in barbarous countries, to  as  being able o see . o see s o view?

    Some time ago I martre telegrapands. Beloed myattention. t, ; and ick in range figures in to me convulsed appeared to me t ening tsening to ouc.

    times sured a feless in ttempt tojustify  tcoat began again immediatelyeningevolutions in to catcil he hill.

    I ly just seen one of tic tyrants ed by tience of tims, and  gods of a family, co be tormentors.

    I cursed t, and I felt indignant t t t be punisurned t top of the slope.

    t glance, and  o me: inplace of ones and terrible looks of anangry man, and ttitude of a frigim, I  citizen, uttered, but o tentive daughter.

    I turned  my mistake; but before I reaced in tion to a distant column of flame.

    A manufactory aken fire, and everybody  in extinguis.

    I ated. Nig tired; a favorite book ing me; I t t of  on myway.

    Just before I  of consideration; no was fromselfishness and cowardice.

    But ten ties time I y ?  alice, and like t claimed successively everyso ask me to return some littleportion, I get provoked, I am angry, I try to escape from it by everymeans. imes, reet,  gone out of my compassion unes of ot I migice against them.

    it satisfaction imes verified to s  he deserves!

    O us not go fart us not go farterrupted tors examination, but y t the soul.

    I was urbed in my reverie by my neighe old soldier.

    No, I seem alo imes leaning against my bed, andsometimes sitting at able, surrounded by s of pasteboard.

    come in ,  scissors. I called tered a joyfulexclamation, and came near me.

    quot;ell! so t is found again!quot; cried aking my t ;it  been  trouble,I can tell you; to wo clasps in.

    I ter  Leipsic, I omact all  out of itself. But  edty-eigtle Corporals campaigns.quot;

    quot;I am not mistaken t;

    quot;ell! I o cross t  made youa bad nurse for  of t; but, ba kno prevent t beggar of a fever from beingdrooer.quot;

    to laugoo muced tospeak, pressed  my breast. ion, andened to put an end to it.

    quot;By-t from to-day you  to draions again,quot; resumed ;four meals, like tor is your e;

    quot;e must find too,quot; replied I, h a smile.

    quot;S; said teran.

    quot;;

    quot;Genevieve.quot;

    quot;t-;

    quot;alking s fear ter or trouble. As long as life and deating for you, t airs to learn . And, stay, I am sure t;

    In fact  to open the door.

    quot;O; continued ;it is Mot, our portress, anotices I recommend to you.

    Come in, Mot--come in; e bonny boys to step a minuet if we ;

    tress came in, quite delig my linen, le bottle of Spanis of  for great occasions. I ext t toro speak. I satentive lybeen t straig on sickness.

    As s time, t I o beconvalescent. t me a ne.

    It o relate minutely all my illness to  everydetail stered loud exclamations; tress  my dinner; eacook isfaction and ted sucion amongtators.

    As taking tered in urn.

    I could not prevent my  beating as I recognized  did o tell me?

    I ed y for o speak; but  doook my  saying a our masters. I could not endure tainty any longer.

    quot;And t; asked I, atingly, quot;aken--terruption to my ;

    quot;terruption,quot; replied tly.

    quot; do you mean?quot;

    quot;Eacook a sy; all ;

    too mucer so many instances of affection, t restrain my tears.

    to do for ottle seed, and everygrain  forth a whole sheaf. Ah!

    tes tor gave me. If it is true t t of our follies andour vices, sympation are also ty. Every one of us, sof y, ion, cer, andpermanent condition.

    Everybody is gone; t me back my floting sun reddens my ains s last rays. My brain is clear, and my lig floats before my eyes, and I feel myself in tate which precedes a refreshing sleep.

    Yonder, opposite t time I  my o eful smile.

    quot;Adieu, beloved year! ly accused. t  be laid to t but a tract t my road--a ground  seen me enjoy; I  seen me endure. Neit t been to eternity, and be blest, t left me experience int memories instead of past time, and gratitude aspayment for good offices.quot;