. Stories for the household . r. He told me a thing of which I had no idea; namely, that myworks had found many friends in America, that I had been inquired forin the kindest manner, and that the English translations of my workshad been reprinted, and spread in a cheap form over the whole my name had flown across the great ocean! I felt quite over-whelmed, and yet glad and happy. Why should such fortune come tome, rather than, to thousands of others ? I had a feeling, and I stillhave it, as if I were a peasant boy on whose shoulders a royal cloak iscast. But it made me happy, and it
. Stories for the household . r. He told me a thing of which I had no idea; namely, that myworks had found many friends in America, that I had been inquired forin the kindest manner, and that the English translations of my workshad been reprinted, and spread in a cheap form over the whole my name had flown across the great ocean! I felt quite over-whelmed, and yet glad and happy. Why should such fortune come tome, rather than, to thousands of others ? I had a feeling, and I stillhave it, as if I were a peasant boy on whose shoulders a royal cloak iscast. But it made me happy, and it makes me happy still! Is thatvanity, or does the vanity consist in my expressing my happiness ? Ole Bull went away to Algeria, and I to the Pyrenees. By way ofProvence, which had quite a Danish look to me, I reached Nismes,where the grandeur of the glorious Roman theatre at once seemed totransport me into Italy. I have never heard the antiquities of SouthernPrance appreciated as their beauty and number deserve. The so-called. EAEEE POET. square house still stands m ail its splendour, like the temple ofTheseus in Athens; Eome has nothing so well preserved to show. InNismes lives the baker Eeboul, who writes the most charming who- do not know him by his works have heard of him through Lanoartines Journey to the East. I found his house out, steppedinto the bakers shop, and turned to a man who was standing in hisshirt-sleeves, thrusting loaves into an oven. It was Eeboul himself. Anoble countenance full of manly character turned to greet me. WhenI told him my name, he was polite enough to say that he knew it fromthe Revue de Paris and begged me to visit him in the middle of theday, for then he would be able to receive me-more worthily. When Iwent back_ I found him in an almost elegant little room, which wasadorned with pictures, statuettes, and books ; the latter consisted notonly of French authors, but of translations from the Greek classics. Apicture on the wall
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