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And presiding over these was the limp figure of a one-legged man on two crutches, who saluted us. We passed along to the end of the inclosure, where lay a chance beam of sunshine like a bar of dusty gold against the rich green grass. "Oui, M'sieur," said the priest, as if continuing a sentence he was running over in his mind. "Cassé!
On this earth of ours nothing lasts. Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse. Imagine the utter wreck overtaking the morals of our beautiful country-houses should the circulating libraries suddenly die! But pray do not shudder. There is no occasion. Their spirit shall survive. I declare this from inward conviction, and also from scientific information received lately.
Falling in with Rear Admiral Whetstone, who had taken three ships of the enemy, Mr. Benbow despatched him back to Jamaica to look to the safety of that island, being resolved himself to cruise about until he should come in touch with the fleet of Monsieur du Casse.
After a long time I returned to my bunk and I lay down, closing my eyes; feeling the snow's minute and crisp touch falling gently and exquisitely, falling perfectly and suddenly, through the thick soundless autumn of my imagination.... "L'americain! L'americain!" Someone is speaking to me. "Le petit belge avec le bras casse est la-bas, a la porte, il veut parler...."
"Give me a cell and I will build you up all organised life," cries the statue, and its stony hand seems to wave theatrically as in emulation of the bas-reliefs on its base representing Raspail animating his camarades to victory. But alas! tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse, and not all the residents of the Boulevard are aware of the origin of their address.
Before we reached Port Royal a French boat overtook us with a letter to the admiral from Monsieur du Casse, who, being a brave man, felt for the distress of his brave foe. As for those cowardly captains who deserted you, hang them up, for by God, they deserve it." Our return to harbor was a melancholy affair.
This spirit is never unmanly, but displays throughout, and occasionally, as we see, to his own consciousness, that strange yet not uncommon phenomenon which is well expressed in a French phrase, il y a quelque chose de cassé, and which frequently comes upon men after or during the greater misfortunes of life.
[Footnote 45: References: Bertin, La campagne de 1812, d'après des témoins oculaires. Du Casse, Mémoires
A fully clothed man would have been dead in the morning. And he was naked.... Monsieur Jean un geant!" This same petit belge had frequently protested to me that Il est fou, le noir. He is always playing when sensible men try to sleep. Nor did "le bras casse" ever from that time forth desert his divinity.
[Footnote 4: Du Casse, Supplément