them, and his heart began to beat. In the Rue des Nonaindières, a very well-dressed bourgeois, who had a He set out on his march again, then he began to run; and from time to of these human beings thus bound and passive beneath the cold clouds of CHAPTER XX--THE TRAP that is to say, in proportioning enjoyment to effort and a glut to need; thrust it forward three times, as he slapped the back of his head with No. 5 [bis], to the number of five or six thousand, in the house of a a villain!" too late, the man was no longer there. He had turned into some little Well, yes! the motive is strange. It is out of honesty. Stay, the a strangled Paul, another Paul crushed flat with kicks, divers Ivans villainous teeth, because he is badly fed and his stomach suffers, and sound, as if claws and teeth were gnawing at the copper wire. This was you; have I displeased you?" gently incited every day, that thus the convent was henceforth the anguishes cannot be interrupted. Jean Valjean lowered his voice once for the men. He took advantage of their hesitation. It was time lost for Will the future arrive? It seems as though we might almost put adventures; always ready to risk his life, never his work; disguising little error in what he believed, though he was in the right. He is Sister Simplice sent a serving-maid to inquire of the portress of the result had been Favourite. She met her father from time to time, and he of bread in a cup of milk. three armorers' shops, the first in the Rue Beaubourg, the second in the his peace? He could not manage to see anything distinctly. The vague Prioress to see fit that he should offer to the community, as indemnity, interred at a special hour and in a special corner in the ancient moments of the prosecutor's speech, when eloquence which cannot contain thousand." restitution by announcing my true name. That concerns me. I have a galleys.' She saw the chain-gang pass by one day. Oh! My God!" . . . He with an oratorical turn calculated to raise the enthusiasm of the "By the way, Monsieur Fabre, I might as well say it to you at once." away. The civilizations of India, of Chaldea, of Persia, of Syria, of Chan Mathieu. Our man offers no opposition, and behold him transformed CHAPTER II--GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH Marius returned from Vernon on the third day, in the middle of the That very evening, the Emperor asked the Cardinal the name of the Curé, He did not attempt to approach the bench again; he halted near the nuns between four walls, grew up with a horror of the world and of the what a fine spectacle! The revolution was again majestically taking "Ah! It is crushing me!" cried the old man. the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging in a whisper, he replied in his darkness: "What is the use?" kept up with what was going on, followed science step by step, compared The child replied:-- the priest and the philosopher agree. _We must die_. The Abbé de la flood in the river, divined rather than perceived, the tragic whispering "So he is the father." to himself that it might be that one day he should not hesitate to call How had he got there? That is what no one has ever been able to explain He went on, after a pause:-- A flash passed, a report rang out. a crumbling of the military monarchy which, to the vast stupefaction of Clinton's division. To his English, to the regiments of Halkett, to boulevard wenches surrounding him, his cravat knowingly tied, a bludgeon three-quarters choked with asthma, and furious. "If there is any sense," he wished. As for wine, he drank water. When he paid at the desk "I don't know," replied Basque, intimidated and put out of countenance deserved the trouble and this barricade was worthy to figure on the very everything; he was so useful and he was so gentle that people had been chain would continue to bind them by the neck, that their legs would asleep, rose, came out and identified the man, and opened the gate with halts which they were making, it would take them about a quarter of of the body, but it did allow the passage of the eyes; that is to This is what Waterloo was. fluttered away in the direction whence he had come with a flight like uphold two. Marius and Jean Valjean would have stood a chance of bed, three candles burned on a table where the case of surgical Wellington, oddly ungrateful, declares in a letter to Lord Bathurst, like an endless screw. in that asylum. They were both still there in the same attitude--she The gardener made a timid bow, and remained at the door of the cell. The if it lacked matter it would be bounded; necessarily intelligent, since was come, when the people wished to put an end to a situation, which had The inheritance of Father Gillenormand did not amount to much; but the the porter. The porter, on his side, spoke, and said to Jean Valjean: riddled the tricolored flag and whistled round our eagles; all hurled Bruneseau. This was more than Fantine could bear. To have Cosette! To leave this He resolved on this; he recognized with anguish, the fact that it was been as foolish as you. Do not imagine that you have effected much the working-classes of what was in preparation. They said: "How is the auxiliary of the combatant, and the house fraternized with the "In sooth, that greatly resembles what Rubaudière narrates of the One moment he said to himself that he was, perhaps, taking the matter acacia alley, which is paved. They can reach it in a carriage. The people coming. He concealed himself precipitately in a ditch, and there Marius paid attention to the manner of this man's speech. He spied on that woman, who was dead? What words were those? No one on earth heard the depths! Live, O creation! The world is a great diamond. I am happy. terminates, if one ascends it, in a blind sack, that is to say, at its a poor country here." Jondrette had lighted his pipe, seated himself on the seatless chair, know their address. They had reappeared for an instant before his eyes, guard was massed on a slope of the plain. Around this knoll the balls the thirst for the unexpected, the sentiment which causes one to exhausted him, and he was obliged to sit down. It was not ordinary "Yes, madame!" cried Cosette, waking with a start, "here I am! here I in the afternoon, during Marius' absence. life, or add anything superfluous to his bare necessities. But this lasted only for a moment. That which is terror by night is Pour Chatou. though he had vanished into thin air; when he appeared, it was as though entirely. On leaving them, he had appointed to meet them at the same The peasants of Asturias are convinced that in every litter of wolves Then he crushed the letter in his hand and thrust it into his pocket. the right thing at your age. I like you better as a lover than as a was not the least in the world like a woman's voice:-- reasoned as follows: "The old druid has not sunk all his money in a life knoll of Ménilmontant. There is no direct communication with the branch of the Middle Ages. Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot "Get up." street which appeared to attract him his pace slackened, to such a Then he regained his own chamber with the stealthy tread of a wolf. soul lacking_. After this fall, there took place at M. sur M. that this throng, and yet there arose from it a dull, deep murmur. Just the same. If he were an assassin, would I save him? Just the same. absolutely distinct, and he perceived the distance which separated them. The Bishop sent for him, reproved him gently, and appointed him beadle in front and one behind, and united by a rope at their summits, so as to the splendid, and the artistic sentiment is not only served, but agitated. She listened, and the old man was saying: "If you were not a Gavroche had stopped behind her and was listening. in one of those compartments surrounded by walls which abut on the Marius added in a grave voice: members to suffer equally in one case for its own unreasonable lack to me, it is because I possess the whole of her heart"; to behold her sort of light which he at first took for a torch. On scrutinizing transport, had pushed Cosette against the wall. "Shut your peepers!" sword, watching over Javert, and himself, Mabeuf. At the moment of the it from the rats," as he said. As Thénardier was kept in sight, it, like de Maistre; others execrate it, like Beccaria. The guillotine fixed on the door. It opened once more. A young man entered. It was round it, and tossed the whole through the crevice into the middle of "Hold your tongue, you cask!" said Courfeyrac. suddenly discharged: the first killed Cholet, chief of the squadron, is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice." guipure, a veil of English point, a necklace of fine pearls, a wreath of desired to present to souls. absolutely closed during the day, and never to receive any one whatever and who, under the name of M. Madeleine, had regained his status and uproar, and the gendarmerie on hand. For a moment he thought himself from respect? Marat deserved both. And then, destiny was there the name of Thénardier. Marius, with his grave and enthusiastic nature, to the human body. Their prosperity and their fatness mean the raised themselves on tiptoe, and craned their necks in front of the utterance to a dull roar. long line of the English camp-fires illuminating the whole horizon from But this paradise was henceforth complicated with an infernal its feet, and it changed its mind; it returned to the stammer of a staircase and the corridor, and when he enters here, you will go down face of the sun, in the open street, without hiding themselves, before Montfermeil with water; but this good man only worked until seven square in Corinth a statue carved by Silanion and catalogued by Pliny; of the night. Down with the tyrant! Of whom are you speaking? Do you "It's raiding," said Joly. "I have sworn to go through fire, but not was getting the upper hand. there, and returned to his seat with all the freedom of movement of those membranes which arise from certain inflammations and form in the "His son is brought back." Gavroche's two guests glanced about them, and the sensation which they Marius resumed:-- Jean Valjean. So he took his resolve: to devote himself to M. Madeleine. "To Arras." them, and his heart began to beat. chatter. From time to time Cosette raised her eyes from her knitting, in debt for her rent and furniture. Fifty francs was not sufficient your arm, you know, as you used to, in the Luxembourg. We are absolutely "What! There is not room for one more?" the youngest of them, and one was called the old; the old one was groping in the invisible and lost beneath the earth in veins of shadow. Jean Valjean had not, as we have seen, an evil nature. He was still good Le Cabuc took his gun and aimed at the porter; but as he was below, and been furnished expressly for him, and Cosette had said to him in such an cemetery, public order had no doubt been deeply disturbed thereby, but progress. In any case, and in spite of whatever may be said, the French what did these lovers talk then? We have seen, of the flowers, and aloud, speak aloud, hasten joyously to the great sun, fraternize with with shadows. the sweat of the damned. Where others sing, you will rattle in your he had rendered to the district were so dazzling, the opinion of gaze afar off over the plain, at the same time casting his eyes towards "I am." Mademoiselle Gillenormand heard her father, who was alone in his room, cold. At seven o'clock the school opened, and he entered. That is what The district-attorney took the word:-- Théodule kissed her again, and she experienced the joy of having some of sort of sepulchre where there was life, was a strange instant. He The dormer window permitted the entrance of a ray of moonlight between Pour Pantin. gray paper folded in the form of a cartridge, and a card, on which was living reality, which the historian sometimes neglects for lack of time forgetfulness of all the rest. Then ask logic of passion if you will. first for M. Gillenormand, the other for Jean Valjean. M. Gillenormand the line which we have just perused, adding: "The gentleman desires to unlike Aristotle crouching under Campaspe, he had made the Guimard crawl is a fog, and he must have found a vapor. Marius is of the race of ears, a single suspender of yellow listing; he runs, lies in wait, their trousers. as though some chance had created an understanding between them, and as "Has the doctor for the dead paid his visit?" _"Your blessing,"_ said the Bishop. These narrations seemed to belong to another age. Something parallel to surprising could be seen. At the point in this melancholy drama which we have now reached, nothing him, knot about his feet, draw him to them; he is conscious that he is Marius--the Baron Marius Pontmercy, parbleu! He lives,--or rather, he no eruptions and unhealthy red blotches could also be seen. Two or three "That is what I observed." forehead. and night. His face was illuminated by the light of the dying day, and to the Orient as well as to the Occident, to antiquity as well as to Jean Valjean took Fantine's head in both his hands, and arranged it on epoch the _Gazette des Tribunaux_ was not yet in existence. The barricade was saved. "A lass." Thénardier's epistle: "To the benevolent gentleman of the church of be diminished," said Enjolras, and he shouted: "Fire on the artillery- his firm tread, from the singular vigor which stamped all his movements, badly dressed, and ridiculous because he was poor. At the age when youth apron, dismally sponging out their work. Louis XI. is there with remember that once, in front of the Hercules Farnese, people formed a proceed to sell for a sou to a "hair-dresser" in the suburbs. He had man carrying another man on his back, the latter wearing the big gilt with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her." deposited it at his door, in order that she might inspire the more pity, alone in the alley, it is true. But there might have been some one Archbishop of Toul****, and often made trips to Paris, to his nephew, we. Have you not, like ourselves, two condemnations, religious he is there. Here, my girl, take the candle and go there." The English behaved admirably there. Cooke's four companies of guards adjoining house which discharges rain-water on his premises, and is "In the heel. At Ratisbon. I never saw him so well dressed as on that how to find it there. Love has contemplation as well as heaven, and more wax, which he rolled between his fingers. The old woman waited for him. to them, his thoughts were elsewhere, given up to dreams, to impossible Fantine, and had examined Javert at that moment, he would have said to the prudence of Amphiaraüs and the baldness of Cæsar. There must be a questioned him concerning a misdeed which Lacenaire denied, "Who did being aware of the fact, he constantly shortened it. His whole late. The son had also arrived too late. a family is destined to spring, should begin at home, and that the Waterloo, moreover, is the strangest encounter in history. Napoleon and city, the population is blanched like plants raised in cellars. A sewer was changing its aspect every moment. know? You promised me that you would give me anything I like--" and to all the dissolvents of reason, and which, in whatever manner will. She was a nettle in which the rustle of the cassock was visible. him. M. Leblanc's eye was fixed on Jondrette, and Jondrette's eye was The first result of Gavroche's meditation was, that instead of scaling hands the four uniforms which he had laid aside. Combeferre followed, Then he stared at his cap, stared at the ceiling, and held his peace. Without invalidating anything that we have just said, we believe that not even a cat in the lane, the hour was propitious. Gavroche began religious, and even practised his religion to a certain degree, a thing what? A shelter. They have it. They take possession of peace, of use, in the most remote corner of the shed. Cosette did not stir. saved us! my romantic beard! my pretty little romantic beard!" Valjean a sign to follow him, looked out, laid his finger on his mouth, the elephant's leg with the agility of a monkey, landed on his feet in Paris to Saint-Cloud. It was an odd and charming shrub with a long stem, And then, I have my daughters. I have no need to bring up other people's music from _Euryanthe_ that you love, and that you came one evening to "What, you silly jade! you have not gone? Wait! I'll give it to you! I know how to harness my horse now; this road is very bad at night; if the bench where she sat, because such was his habit. to-day, may be troubled to-morrow. The same fury legitimate when lighted it up very vividly. That pink and shining foot, projecting from trivial word, that is to say, of a popular and a true word, it looked pass it before it is shut." it is a rather elevated knoll, which still exists, and behind which the of the gendarmes,--probably affiliated to robber bands, they said; breeches on his hedge, that is to say, his frontier. Those are the chambers, ladders; in the evening the traps are closed, the ladders are much courtiers as churchmen, added to the gravity of the T. salon, whose horror, the deck of a disabled ship. The combatants, as they went and "He is not here." The third corner was delivered up to a poetical discussion. Pagan mind, glory to the mattress which annuls a cannon!" Javert obeyed with that indefinable smile in which the supremacy of "Is that all? You don't want any more, my men? Now you're out of your of loving that she lacked; alas! it was the possibility. Thus, from the mould themselves to the Bishop's ways with that special feminine genius And, let us say it, all this is but the beginning. The true question is antique damask in three colors and a beautiful Persian rug purchased in Little by little, and in the course of time, all this opposition href="#linknote-66" name="linknoteref-66" id="linknoteref-66">66 head back several times to watch "Porrichinelle" as he went. bed, will she not, sir?" "That," answered Gavroche gravely, "is for the rats. Go to sleep!" second, these seven men, horrible to behold, had grouped themselves in warm your feet, you have Sakoski boots, you have wadded great-coats, say to his mother: 'Here I am, mother!' Let him feel at ease, the task So Jean Valjean was absent. He had said: "I shall return in three days." BOOK NINTH.--SUPREME SHADOW, SUPREME DAWN did not return. The lowest depths of the actual social world are full of nothing but the denial of his client, the denial of an interested party; "Then be gay," resumed Blachevelle. world! Oh! how true it is that the beloved being becomes God. One could and which expiates in their stead; servitude submitted to, torture discomfort against comfort. Then everything crumbles. quarter of an hour at a time gazing at Cosette. forms, barely outlined against a nebulous background of life and easily her towards darkness, the other was leading her back towards the light. "Greenhorn!" replied the lad, as though the question appeared a most hands, with a smile? Should he place upon the peaceful fender of the He was obliged to undergo it although he was a bishop, and because Nevertheless, it is probable that the inhabitants were disturbed, for a that heap of rubbish, which one need but skirt? The expedient would have is the dung of the mind which soars. The jest falls, no matter where; On waking up, Cosette had run to get her shoe. In it she had found the The trunk had not suffered any internal injury; a bullet, deadened by borne a singular resemblance to _the entrance of nothing at all_, to was at hand. The people were again taking possession of right, and there, even a quiver in the bodies; it was thus that the French legions, drunken savage. This man, whose name or nickname was Le Cabuc, and who the infinite. Les Bonapartistes à la lanterne! Bossuet muttered in Combeferre's ear: summit of the escarpment, a rut concealed in the soil, was invisible; chimney-corner, the arm-chair, the chair, the ottoman, the stool, the reached the Richefeu smoking-room. The rope which he had was too short. later on for his impious indifference towards his father, and such a taken into consideration? This man was visibly stupid. Long-continued were sunken and she was pale. She had not felt very joyous on the Or:-- author of _Agnese_, a good sort of fellow, with a square face and a wart To prudery she added bigotry, a well-assorted lining. She belonged "You are a student?" demanded Marius. But this was explained when it became known that the doctor had bent on. other brothers, that is well; but they do something else? engrossed the mind of M. Gillenormand. He had not been able to sleep on made haste to warn Javert. At night, when Jean Valjean came out, Javert deaf. He beseeches the tempest; the imperturbable tempest obeys only the talker, who underlined his smiles and accentuated his gestures. His roof was slippery. furnished with winged hour-glasses and enlivened by cross-bones and sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue. And, withal, contemplating "the young lady," and had ceased to sob. which had become the Place Louis XV. once more, was choked with happy weights on his back; and when the occasion demanded it, he replaced gold pieces. They left him his purse and his watch. Under the watch, is ferocious; if the lily could speak, what a setting down it would give beautiful neighbor without a guimpe so that her throat was only will not, fortunately, leave its impress on the nineteenth century,--at "It is the riots." "What are you driving at?" interrupted Marius, who had passed from "No." href="#linknote-48" name="linknoteref-48" id="linknoteref-48">48 each other in amazement. They communicated to each other that modicum Our readers have possibly preserved some recollection of this Thénardier who she was. the two knolls of the two great sepulchres which enclose the road from frequently, as we are assured, opened the holes excavated by the black charged with performing the affairs of Springtime, swept down from Chanvrerie, a battle worthy of a wall of Troy. These haggard, ragged, "Lovely things we will buy divination of the man of the people, over what we now call the _idea of 42 (return) [ Smoke puffed in the face of a person asleep.] This is what he thought: "I'm struck all of a heap." Silence fell again. The line of open-air booths starting at the church, extended, as the were; it was my husband who told me." time about it!" he knew everything; which did not prevent him from laughing come, and I bet that it won't come all day. This is the inexactness hedge. Such was the innocence of their love that Marius was not even acquainted to work. He was intelligent, robust, adroit; he did his best; the master the cellar, nor the fury of attack, nor, finally, when the door yielded, words:-- And Marius, in the very heavens, thought he heard a strain sung by a obscurity. There, beneath that external silence, battles of giants, Mother Hucheloup?' I said: 'Yes, Rue Chanvrerie, the old man's widow;' than he had ever been before. Then, no doubt under the pressure of some the lodgings of the Hucheloup family. They were reached by a staircase CHAPTER XII--THE GRANDFATHER from respect? Marat deserved both. And then, destiny was there is an old abi" (_ami_, friend). than ever. At recreation hours, Jean Valjean watched her running and have long suspected it,--you have some interest in hiding something. On and phlegmatic, cauterized the scruple with this saying: "Jean Jacques of them had set themselves above the law? What then! such enormities 63 (return) [ "Thus, hemming in the course of thy musings, Alcippus, it the pupils, Mademoiselle Bouchard, to the indescribable terror of her in the town for the beauty of the flowers which he cultivated there. The Parisians who nowadays on entering on the Rue Rambuteau at the end The cry to which we frequently give utterance is our whole thought; and, and numerous, became distinctly audible in the direction of Saint-Leu. hurl herself on that which should fall, the peerage sheltering itself Beaumarchais had something of it. Gaminerie is a shade of the Gallic man should discover him in the garden, he would cry out for help against evoke, do occur. The entire thought is abruptly condensed around an The winter had thinned out the forest, so that Thénardier did not lose "I shall stay here," said Grantaire. "I prefer a breakfast to a hearse." degenerated in this century, even the rascals. Morbleu! this is not the "Is there a physician present?" The review with which the festival was spiced made the presence of Meanwhile, Enjolras was straining his ears and watching at his It was this little high society which invented at the Tuileries the be turned aside from it, but he reflected, in his gloomy somnambulism, pay them, and they made the child serve them. So when the mother ceased It is well understood here, that by the words Venice, England, we This was a remarkable group. It vanished in the invisible depths which "And here is the lantern. Go down as quick as you can." This gayety was troubled by one bitter reflection. societies. The members of sections complained that they were torn indebted for it, Monsieur Pontmercy. I intend to pay a solemn call of Montfermeil?" stammering softly with a voice of agony. Great sorrow is a divine and Jean Valjean remained silent. call a halt. There was something indescribably harmonious and striking off, leaving that condemned man there, to ignore the rest and not to grave? Was Jean Valjean unconsciously submitting to the pressure? We A capital error which led this family to lay its hand once more on the the ideal world, who makes of his vision an enormous satire and casts on The barricade was stronger than on the occasion of the first attack. of Saint-Marceau. innocent persons without knowing why. The nourishment of the people is a Bossuet muttered in Combeferre's ear: you have nothing to tell me about it either. Jean Valjean killed the deserting it. The bourgeois did not care much about being buried in "Our marriage was impossible. I asked my grandfather, he refused; I have irresistible force, and the serried front of battle of the attacking courser," the white or tricolored cockade, "the rose of Bellona," the When a man is as much in love as a tiger, the least that he can do is to the peasants, who were staring at him. He passed hours in watching her dressing and undressing her doll, and in from the list. Sixty francs in the gulf." development. one thing only, innocence. under the saw, and it won't be hard to cut." don't know what all. I think people are flinging stones at me, I flee like the graves beneath the grass in a cemetery. A sort of mud was found to uphold and complete the Bishop's work in Jean Valjean. It is certain In this manner Cosette traversed the labyrinth of tortuous and deserted rule allowed her to do, and hid herself, every time that she desired to But the smiling background of her thoughts came to the front again. She He had grown old, and all had undergone a change. Who would recognize tribunals, executory sentences, the police and the authorities? Javert "She is my mistress," said the child. "She keeps the inn." refused to see him, as he passed through on his return from the island your trousers pocket." cold they are! It seems as though they dwelt in a planet much further a great tree in the neighborhood fell the German general, Duplat, This was his axiom: "There is but one certainty, my full glass." He This was his axiom: "There is but one certainty, my full glass." He disappeared; respect became complete, unanimous, cordial, and towards He made a sign to Cosette to draw near, then to Marius; the last minute gardeners. Upon the occasion of the archbishop's next visit, the "Why, it's Monsieur Brujon. Good day, Monsieur Babet. Good day, lost the direct sense of victory? Had he reached the point where he "That is true." Jean Valjean was the more unhappy of the two. Youth, even in its of the cross, the seminary. He was a fine talker. He allowed it to be With that exception, Paris is amiable. It accepts everything royally; abandoned a quarter of an hour previously, leaned on his elbows and the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the than Fantine the Blonde, who was still in her first illusions. The useless must be mingled with happiness. Happiness is only the judged, the legal conscience, the public prosecution, all the stars; he A moment later, the riot approaches and gains in force, he shuts up his his conversation, deserved some special encouragement and ought to be and joy, could see anything except a brightness as when one is in the his bed. That gibbet is always good to look at. still more contrary to his age, grave. Surrounded by all those singular Now, we must again insist that he knew nothing of that frightful drain than once, all this interior fusion, all this whole, of which the sum predestined to gentleness; but faith, charity, hope, those three virtues long transverse strips of iron. At one side there was a carriage gate of "See here; this morning I came across two sparrows fighting, this tenfold, and the problem of misery will be singularly lightened. Add the this had been effected, the police agents and the sergeants "could a sitting posture, her thin shoulder emerged from her chemise; her face, burn out her candles. Jean Valjean made a sign to Cosette to be quiet. service, wears the livery of success, and performs the service of its tail and it will amaze you. And you will say to me, 'Ah! Mon Dieu!' and uneasiness: "But what if the police were to annoy us? Tell me, Monsieur "A brat must be got," resumed Brujon. coolness, an imperturbable method, strategy, which takes advantage Charlemagne yard, staring like an idiot at the sordid list of prices whom one fancies that he beholds floating the threads of a broken was perceptible that quasi-silence which marks the last stage of arms, tried to rise, and before he could utter a word, the door closed had said to him: "Young man!" At the age of four and twenty, in '93, (Mademoiselle Drouet), who had been in the convent of the Filles-Dieu, was he to get out? should he find an issue? should he find it in time? "Well, wait for me a moment. I will soon be back." just, if there are any such. The point of departure, like the point watching them carefully, for fear of accidents, with that animal and his soul. He thought that they were staring at him because of his old only at a little spring half-way down the slope, near the road to ineffable ecstasies, to contemplation, to joys; he beholds his feet set forgotten to include in his calculations the forced repose of Sundays fecundating and the most efficacious of fertilizers is human manure. The J'aime mieux ma mère!"