The opinions of Jérôme Coignard . ender impossible those learned correspondencesbetween country and country we call diplomacy,which end in nothing but in the artistic lighting-upof useless and disastrous wars. The ministers ofgood man Demos unceasingly kicked, hustled,humiliated, thrown down and assailed with morerotten apples and eggs than the worst harlequin in abooth at a fair, will have no leisure to preparecarnage politely, in the secrecy and peace of thecabinet, on the board of green cloth, by confer-ences in regard to what is called the balance ofEurope, which is but the happy hunting
The opinions of Jérôme Coignard . ender impossible those learned correspondencesbetween country and country we call diplomacy,which end in nothing but in the artistic lighting-upof useless and disastrous wars. The ministers ofgood man Demos unceasingly kicked, hustled,humiliated, thrown down and assailed with morerotten apples and eggs than the worst harlequin in abooth at a fair, will have no leisure to preparecarnage politely, in the secrecy and peace of thecabinet, on the board of green cloth, by confer-ences in regard to what is called the balance ofEurope, which is but the happy hunting-ground ofthe diplomat. There will, be no more foreign policy,and that will be a great thing for unhappy these words my good master rose up, andcontinued as follows : It is time to go in, my son,for I feel the dew penetrate by reason that myclothes are in holes in various places. Also, byremaining any longer under this porch, we riskfrightening away the lovers of Catherine andJeannette, who here await the hour of VIII THE CITY MAGISTRATES HAT evening we betook ourselves, mymaster and I, to the arbour of thePetit Bacchus, where we foundCatherine the lace-maker, the lamecutler, and the father who begot were all seated at the same table before a jugof wine, of which they had taken enough to bepleasant and sociable. Two magistrates had just been elected accordingto form, out of four, and my father was talking ofit, according to the measure of his lights and histalents. The pity is, said he, that these city magistratesare gentlemen of the long robe, and not cooks, andthat they hold their magistracy from the king, andnot from the tradesmen, notably not from thecorporation of Parisian cooks of which I am thebanner-bearer. If they were of my choosing they 98 JEr6mE COIGNARD 99 would abolish tithes and the salt tax, and we shouldall be happy. ... At any rate, if the world doesnot walk backwards like a crab, a day will comewhen magistrates will be elected by
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