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M. Reboul has here imagined to himself the former existence of an immense deep lake, which, no doubt, is a thing that may have been, like many others which actually exist. But then he likewise supposes a particular revolution of things, in which one side of that stony circuit, forming the bason of the lake, had been destroyed while the water was discharged.
Two portions of the army were in confusion, one to the right of Sedan beyond Balan, the other to the left of Sedan, on this side of Iges. Beyond Balan were the division of Vassoigne and the brigade of Reboul, on this side of Iges were the two cavalry divisions of Margueritte and Bonnemains. These arrangements indicated a profound feeling of security.
Perhaps the finest poem in the volume is entitled The Angel and Child. Reboul had lost his wife and child; he sorrowed greatly at their death, and this poem was the result. The idea is simple and beautiful. An angel, noticing a lovely child in its cradle, and deeming it too pure for earth, bears its spirit away to Heaven. The poem has been admirably translated by Longfellow.
It is thus that true poets become illustrious. How many men of talent only want a great misfortune to become men of genius! You have told me in a word the secret of your life; I know it now as well as you do." And yet Jasmin, the contemporary of Reboul, had written all his poetry without a sorrow, and amidst praise and joyfulness. Chateaubriand, when in the South of France, called upon Reboul.
Dumas, in 'Pictures of Travel in the South of France, relates an interview with the baker-poet of Nimes. "What made you a poet?" asked Dumas. "It was sorrow," replied Reboul "the loss of a beloved wife and child. I was in great grief; I sought solitude, and, finding no one who could understand me, poured forth my grief to the Almighty." "Yes," said Dumas, "I now comprehend your feelings.
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