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EDGEWORTHSTOWN, June 1, 1805. My father's birthday was kept yesterday, much more agreeably than last year, for then we had company in the house. Yesterday Sneyd, now at home for his vacation, who is ever the promoter of gaiety, contrived a pretty little fete champetre, which surprised us all most agreeably.
She says she has a great penchant for the English; promises me to be at this ball. Come." "Hearty thanks, my dear Lemercier. I am at your service." The bal champetre was gay and brilliant, as such festal scenes are at Paris. A lovely night in the midst of May, lamps below and stars above; the society mixed, of course.
There were ladies of all sorts: town-bred and country-bred: farmers' daughters and daughters of peers: for this pic-nic, as Lady Jocelyn, disgusting the Countess, would call it, was in reality a 'fete champetre', given annually, to which the fair offspring of the superior tenants were invited the brothers and fathers coming to fetch them in the evening.
It was a huge, royal fête champêtre, in which the river Elbe seemed to run with champagne. I had expected it to be a practice camp, and so made preparations with pleasure for Count Saxe to go. Gaston Cheverny was overjoyed to go, for several reasons; one was, that our road would lie directly toward Brussels, and he would have a chance to stop at his own house, and so, to see the lady of his love.
One morning, when Clarence Hervey happened to be present, the baronet thought it incumbent upon him to eclipse his rival in conversation, and he began to talk of the last fete champetre at Frogmore. "What a cursed unlucky overturn that was of yours, Lady Delacour, with those famous young horses!
The next picture on Morelli's list is the "Fête Champêtre" of the Louvre, or, as it is often called, the "Concert." In this endeavour Crowe and Cavalcaselle led the way by suggesting the author was probably an imitator of Sebastiano del Piombo.
"If you had but seen the quantity of pineapples that boy Dormer Stanhope devoured at our fete champetre! but I have the comfort of knowing that they made him very ill; eh! Dr. Sly?" "Oh! he learnt that from his uncle," said Miss Graves; "it is quite disgusting to see how that Vivian Grey encourages him." "What an elegant, accomplished woman Mrs. Felix Lorraine seems to be, Miss Graves!
After the rite, all made a dash for their equipages, and raced for the bride's home, where, as customary, the fête champêtre was given. Again on mama's lap, and Brooke on papa's, both ample, we hurried, the bon père not averse to taking a wheel off the bridal party's motor-car.
Schwirtz's barbered, unexercised, coffee-soaked, tobacco-filled, whisky-rotted, fattily degenerated city body shone through his red-veined eyes. He was having a fête champêtre. He gathered berries and sang all that he remembered of "Nut Brown Ale," and chased a cow and pantingly stopped under a tree and smoked a cigar as though he enjoyed it. In his simple pleasure Una was glad.
Pictures of vague or enigmatic subject, or no subject at all, like Giorgione's Fête Champêtre and Soldier and Gipsy, Titian's Sacred and Profane Love, The Three Ages of Man, and various smaller pictures by Bonifazio, Palma, Basaiti; pictures of young men in velvets and brocades, solemn women with only the glory of their golden hair and flesh, seated in the grass, old men looking on pensive, children rolling about; with the solemnity of great, spreading trees, of greenish evening skies: the pathos of the song about to begin or just finished, lute or viol or pipe still lying hard by.
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