A tour through the Pyrenees . Chap. III. THE PEOPLE. 445 of nature ! You see clearly that these French whoare called lieht are stoics on occasion. My eyes smart, my feet are swollen, I havebeen swallowing dust; it is one oclock in themorning, the air smells bad, I should like to they remain much longer ? Until five oclock in the morning. EIGHTH. Two days after there was a concert. TheCreole said in coming out that he was very tired,and had understood nothing of all that buzzing, andbegged Paul to explain to him what pleasure peo-ple found in such noise. For, said he, * they have enjoye
A tour through the Pyrenees . Chap. III. THE PEOPLE. 445 of nature ! You see clearly that these French whoare called lieht are stoics on occasion. My eyes smart, my feet are swollen, I havebeen swallowing dust; it is one oclock in themorning, the air smells bad, I should like to they remain much longer ? Until five oclock in the morning. EIGHTH. Two days after there was a concert. TheCreole said in coming out that he was very tired,and had understood nothing of all that buzzing, andbegged Paul to explain to him what pleasure peo-ple found in such noise. For, said he, * they have enjoyed it, sincethey paid six francs for admission, and applaudedvehemently. Music awakes all sorts of agreeable reve- J)ries. Let us see. Such an air suggests scenes of love; suchanother makes you imagine great landscapes, tragicevents. And if you dont have these reveries, the musicbores you ? Certainly; unless you are professor of har-mony. 446 B A Give RES AND LUCHON. Book IV. But the audience were not professors of har- mony ?. No indeed. So that they have all had all those reveriesyou talk about, otherwise they would be bored;and, if they were bored, they would neither havepaid nor applauded. Well argued. Explain then to me the reveries they have had;for example, that serenade mentioned in the pro-gramme, the serenade from Don Pasquale. It paints a happy love, full of pleasure and un-concern. You see a handsome youth with laugh-ing eyes and blooming cheek, in a garden in Italy ;under a tranquil moon, by the whispering of thebreeze, he awaits his mistress, thinks of her smile. Chap. III. THE PEOPLE. 447 and little by little, in measured notes, joy and ten-derness spring harmoniously from his heart, What, they imagined all that! What happycountry-folk are your people ! What fulness ofemotion and thouofht! What discreet counte-nances! I should never have suspected, to seethem, that they were having so sweet a dream. The second piece was an andante of Beethoven. What about Beethove
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