Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . ly constructed, hintof a more serious intention in their fram-ing than merely to amuse. ^The Mirror*might be read to nursery children and toan audience of sages with equal ^ Man of Letters * condenses the experi-ence of a thousand weary writers into a fewparagraphs. In the pastoral of vagabondPhilip and the little white goat with gildedhorns, there is all the fragrance of thecountry and of a wandering outdoor life.^ Charity Rewarded * embodies the uniquequality of Mendes in its perfection. He isable to put a world of m
Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . ly constructed, hintof a more serious intention in their fram-ing than merely to amuse. ^The Mirror*might be read to nursery children and toan audience of sages with equal ^ Man of Letters * condenses the experi-ence of a thousand weary writers into a fewparagraphs. In the pastoral of vagabondPhilip and the little white goat with gildedhorns, there is all the fragrance of thecountry and of a wandering outdoor life.^ Charity Rewarded * embodies the uniquequality of Mendes in its perfection. He isable to put a world of meaning into aphrase, as when he writes that the pretty lasses and handsome ladsdid not see the- beggar at the roadside because they were occupied^^ with singing and with love.** Sometimes he puts a landscape intoa sentence, as when Philip in the country hears ^^ noon rung out froma slender steeple.** Mendes is a poet as well as a writer of stories. It should be said,however, that much that he has written of late years has not repre-sented his higher Catulle Mendes CATULLE 9901 THE FOOLISH WISHFrom the BAREFOOT, his hair blowing in tlie wind, a vagabond was pass-ing along the way before the Kings palace. Very young,he was very handsome, with his .golden curls, his greatblack eyes, and his mouth fresh as a rose after rain. As if thesun had taken pleasure in looking at him, there was more joyand light on his rags than on the satins, velvets, and brocadesof the gentlemen and noble ladies grouped in the court of honor. Oh, how pretty she is! ^^ he exclaimed, suddenly stopping. He had discovered the princess Rosalind, who was taking thefresh air at her window; and indeed it would be impossible tosee anything on earth as pretty as she. Motionless, with armslifted toward the casement as toward an opening in the skywhich revealed Paradise, he would have stayed there until even-ing if a guard had not driven him off with a blow of his par-tisan, with hard words. He went a
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