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Powlett now began to converse of London; and he told me how often he had been at the opera when last in town, and remarked what an exceedingly delightful fête champêtre was lady somebody's entertainment of that sort.
In this "Fete Champetre," which is now in the National Gallery at Edinburgh, he paints an elegant group of ladies and gentlemen indulging in an open air dance of some sort. One couple are doing steps facing one another, to the music of a set of pipes, while the rest flirt and talk, decorously, round about. There is no boisterous rusticity here; all is dainty and refined.
This belief is wholly divorced from joy, which inspires all the best art. This negation of hope has "close-lipped Patience for its only friend." In vain does Lucretius paint pictures of life and Nature so large, so glowing, so majestic that they remind us of nothing but the "Fete Champetre" of Giorgione, in the Louvre.
I am sure I often wish intensely for liberty to spend a whole month in the country at some little farm-house, bien gentille, bien propre, tout entouree de champs et de bois; quelle vie charmante que la vie champetre! N'est-ce pas, monsieur?" "Cela depend, mademoiselle." "Que le vent est bon et frais!" continued the directress; and she was right there, for it was a south wind, soft and sweet.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, August 28, 1824. Your entertaining account of the archery meeting at Lord Bagot's came yesterday evening. What a magnificent entertainment, and in what good taste! It was a delightful house for a fete champetre. The Roman Catholic Bishop, M'Gaurin, held a confirmation the day before yesterday, and dined here on a God-send haunch of venison. Same day Mr. Hunter arrived, and Mr.
Her letters were written at Madame Riano's dictation, but it was plain that Francezka managed to express in them her own thoughts as well as Madame Riano's. She often spoke of Regnard Cheverny. "Monsieur Regnard was with us yesterday, at our fête champêtre."
There were some for the slaps and there were some for the kisses. Coqueville was in revolution. In the village two people only, the curé and the garde champêtre? belonged neither to the Mahés nor to the Floches.
The Commissary planted himself upon a vacant chair with somewhat the air of Cromwell visiting the Rump, and spoke in occasional whispers to the Garde Champêtre, who remained respectfully standing at his back. The eyes of both were directed upon Berthelini, who persisted in his statement.
Willoughby consented to order the tea-equipage to be carried to a permanent table that had been placed under the shade of a fine elm, in readiness for any fête champêtre of this simple character. "Come, Wilhelmina, give us a cup of your fragrant hyson, of which we have luckily abundance, tax or no tax.
But even if you wanted to talk nicely to the person sitting by you you couldn't, because every one would at once stop what they were saying and listen. There is going to be an entertainment at the Tournelles' in about a week, a kind of fête champêtre. We are to dine in a pavilion in the garden, and then have a cotillon.-Good-bye, dear Mamma, with love from your affectionate daughter, Elizabeth.
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