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Shall he perish for want of food while thou hast such superfluity in thy larder? I appeal to thy heart, thy conscience, thy patriotism. What, in the eyes of France, are a thousand Foxes compared to a single Savarin?" "At this moment," sighed Savarin, "I could swallow anything, however nauseous, even thy flattery, De Breze.
"But, of course, you are going to take or send Madame Savarin out of Paris." "Certainly. We have made a very pleasant party for our hegira this evening-among others the Morleys. Morley is terribly disgusted.
Not reading Latin, I only know Horace by translations, which I am told are bad; but Savarin seems to me a sort of half Horace, Horace on his town-bred side, so playfully well-bred, so good-humoured in his philosophy, so affectionate to friends, and so biting to foes. But certainly Savarin could not have lived in a country farm upon endives and mallows.
We drinkers of the champagne, all our own, have only pity for the rest of the human race. This new journal 'Le Sens Commun' has a strange title, Monsieur Savarin." "Yes; 'Le Sens Commun' is not common in Paris, where we all have too much genius for a thing so vulgar." "Pray," said the young painter, "tell me what you mean by the title 'Le Sens Commun. It is mysterious."
In the first place, Gustave himself, with all his defects of information and solidity of intellect, was not without real genius, and a sort of genius that when kept in restraint, and its field confined to sentiment or sarcasm, was in unison with the temper of the day; in the second place, it was only through Gustave that Lebeau could have got at Savarin, and the names which that brilliant writer had secured at the outset would have sufficed to draw attention to the earliest numbers of the "Sens Commun," despite a title which did not seem alluring.
"The set of 'Young France," answered M. Savarin, "had in it the hearty consciousness of youth; it was bold and vehement, with abundant vitality and animal spirits; whatever may be said against it in other respects, the power of thews and sinews must be conceded to its chief representatives. But the set of 'New Paris' has very bad health, and very indifferent spirits.
My fader was use for scoop dere, an' my gran'fader the Laroques scoop dere all de time since ever dere was some Rapid Rataplan. Den Old Man Savarin he's buyed the land up dere from Felix Ladoucier, an' he's told my fader, 'You can't scoop no more wisout you pay me rent. "'Rent! my fader say. 'Saprie! Dat's my fader's platform for scoop fish! You ask anybody.
"But I hope," said Savarin, "that the Signorina may become a contributor too important for an editor to offend by insulting her favourites, Tasso included. Rameau and I came hither to entreat her influence with her intimate and illustrious friend, Madame de Grantmesnil, to insure the success of our undertaking by sanctioning the announcement of her name as a contributor."
The three other guests who, with Graham and the two Italian ladies, made up the complement of ten, were the German Count von Rudesheim, a celebrated French physician named Bacourt, and a young author whom Savarin had admitted into his clique and declared to be of rare promise.
M. Savarin was one of the most brilliant of that galaxy of literary men which shed lustre on the reign of Louis Philippe. His was an intellect peculiarly French in its lightness and grace. Neither England nor Germany nor America has produced any resemblance to it. Ireland has, in Thomas Moore; but then in Irish genius there is so much that is French.
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