Little Pierre . amphlet, in picture, and in song, their mockingspirit was manifest. I was born in the golden ageof caricature, and it was from the lithographs of theCharivari and the quips of my godfather, M. PierreDanquin, a typical Paris bourgeois, that I acquiredmy ideas of national life. It struck me as comic, inspite of the riots and revolutions amid which I wasbrought up. My godfather used to call Louis Na-poleon Bonaparte the moping parrot. I used to de-light in picturing this bird as doing battle with theRed Terror, the Red Terror being represented as ascarecrow tied to the end of a br
Little Pierre . amphlet, in picture, and in song, their mockingspirit was manifest. I was born in the golden ageof caricature, and it was from the lithographs of theCharivari and the quips of my godfather, M. PierreDanquin, a typical Paris bourgeois, that I acquiredmy ideas of national life. It struck me as comic, inspite of the riots and revolutions amid which I wasbrought up. My godfather used to call Louis Na-poleon Bonaparte the moping parrot. I used to de-light in picturing this bird as doing battle with theRed Terror, the Red Terror being represented as ascarecrow tied to the end of a broom handle. Andround about them I saw the Orleanists with pear-shaped heads, M. Thiers as a dwarf, Girardin as aMerry Andrew, and President Dupin with a facelike a colander and shoes as big as boats. But I wasespecially interested in Victor Considerant who, Iknew, lived close by, on the Quai Voltaire, and whoappeared to me as hanging from the branches oftrees by a long tail, with a great big eye at the tipof CHAPTER XII THE TWO SISTERS T that time, my mamma frequentlytook me down the Rue du was coming on, and in thatbusy street she purchased knittedthings and all sorts of woollengarments, and ordered a warm suitfor me from M. Augris, a tailor equally notablefor his courtesy and his incompetence. His shopwas opposite the house where M. de Chateau-briand had died the year before. This con-sideration affected me but little, and I glancedbut casually at the doorway, adorned with medal-lions in a chaste and dignified style, which hadopened to let him pass out never to return. Whatespecially delighted me in the beautiful Rue du the shops full of objects marvellous in formand colour, tapestry in infinite variety, note-paperwith letters engraved in gold and azure, lions andpanthers figured on bed hangings, heads modelledin wax with the hair most beautifully dressed, Savoybiscuits of which the dome, like the dome of thePantheon, was surmounted by a full blown ro
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