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I have never heard of such a case before. I have known France for thirty-five years, and find generally that English critics, who know nothing two miles from the British Embassy, are ready enough to set me down and teach me my proper place. I send by this post a colis postal, containing 'Round my House, by P. G. H. 'La France Provinciale, par Rene Millet. 'French and English, by P. G. H.
At the name of Mayor of Bruges, you probably represent to yourself a fat, heavy, formal, self-sufficient mortal tout au contraire: our Mayor was a thin gentleman, of easy manners, literature, and amusing conversation: Madame, a beautiful Provinciale. M. Lerret, the Mayor, found us out to be the Edgeworths described by M. Pictet in the Journal Britannique.
It is chiefly Civitali's work you seek in the Museo in Palazzo Provinciale, for, fine as the work of Bartolommeo is in two pictures to be found there, it is for something more of the country than that you are to come to Lucca.
"In the first place, you don't think Monsieur Raoul; you think My dear Raoul." "Oh! "Never blush for such a trifle as that! 'My dear Raoul, we will say 'You implore me to write to you at Paris, where you are detained by your attendance on M. le Prince. As you must be very dull there, to seek for amusement in the remembrance of a provinciale " Louise rose up suddenly.
So great was his passion for perfection, that unchallenged tradition tells us he wrote the seventeenth 'Provinciale' thirteen times over.
"My granddaughter does not go to her first ball arrayed like a provinciale," she told me. I do not know what it is to be, she did not consult me, but I feel all jumping with excitement when I think of it. Only four days more before the ball, and the box from Paris is coming to-morrow. The Gurrages are to have a large party some cousins and friends. I am sure they will not be interesting.
As you must be very dull there, to seek for amusement in the remembrance of a provinciale " Louise rose up suddenly. "No, Montalais," said she, with a smile; "I don't think a word of that.
In S. Romano, at the other end of the city behind the Palazzo Provinciale, it was the shrine of that S. Romano who was the gaoler of S. Lorenzo I found, a tomb with the delicate flowerlike body of the murdered saint carved there in gilded alabaster by Matteo Civitali.
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