Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: April 30, 2025
Ambrosio, the Spanish servant whom Cinq-Mars had saved, had taken charge of the captain of the pikemen, and, disguised as a Catalonian musician, had commenced a dispute with him, pretending to be determined not to cease playing the hurdy-gurdy. Every one was at his post.
The Comte Alfred de Vigny is the author of one work which may be considered as a gem amongst the mass of publications which emanate from the French press of that nature; it is entitled, Cinq-Mars, an historical novel, which is decidedly one of the best and most interesting of any that have appeared either in England or in France for several years past; he has also written a tragedy on the subject of the unfortunate Chatterton, which at the time it came out excited a deep interest, but M. de Vigny, like many of the present literary characters in France, appears resting on his oars.
An enormous pistol, with a lighted match, was placed upon his table between two flambeaux. A heavy watch in a brass case lay near the pistol. De Thou, wrapped in a black cloak, sat motionless with folded arms. Cinq-Mars paced backward and forward, his arms crossed behind his back, from time to time looking at the hand of the watch, too sluggish in his eyes.
The rest must be left to Providence." Cinq-Mars greatly astonished the assembly, and De Thou himself, by this address. No one had ever before heard him speak so long together, not even in fireside conversation; and he had never by a single word shown the least aptitude for understanding public affairs.
Have but one thought; be ambitious for be ambitious for my sake." "Must we, then, indeed, forget all, Marie?" murmured Cinq-Mars. She hesitated. "Yes, forget all that I myself have forgotten." Then, after a moment's pause, she continued with earnestness: "Yes, forget our happy days together, our long evenings, even our walks by the lake and through the wood; but keep the future ever in mind.
The sombre reply of Cinq-Mars; his arrest; his trial all had been concealed from the Princesse Marie, whose first fault, it is true, had been a movement of self-love and a momentary forgetfulness.
Love has infused the burning poison of ambition into my soul, and for the first time I feel that ambition may be ennobled by its aim. Farewell! I go to accomplish my destiny." "And forget not mine." "Can they ever be separated?" "Never!" exclaimed Marie, "but by death." "I fear absence still more," said Cinq-Mars. "Farewell!
The Spaniard, without deigning to notice him any further, leaned toward D'Effiat, and whispered in his ear: "I can be of no further use to you; give me my liberty. I might ere this have taken it; but I would not do so without your consent. Give it me, or have me killed." "Go, if you will!" said Cinq-Mars to him.
But the old priest still detained and embraced his pupil. "We hope," said he; "we hope for mercy." "I shall refuse it," said Cinq-Mars. "We hope for nothing but the mercy of God," added De Thou. "Silence!" said Grandchamp, "the judges are returning." And the door opened again to admit the dismal procession, from which Joseph and Laubardemont were missing.
We shall be excommunicated. But if there be any other means, I am very willing. Thou mayest speak of it to thy friends; and I on my side will think of the matter." The word once spoken, the King gave himself up to his resentment, as if he had satisfied it, as if the blow were already struck. Cinq-Mars was vexed to see this, for he feared that his anger thus vented might not be of long duration.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking