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On ne s'attendait pas que l'auteur du Pays d'amour, et le traducteur de Rodriguez, entreprît dans sa jeunesse le premier dictionnaire de faits qu'on eût encore vu. Ce grand travail lui coûta la vie... Mort en 1680. Voltaire's Works, ed. 1819, xvii. 133. Johnson looked upon Ana as an English word, for he gives it in his Dictionary.
The De Chisseys, whose names may be found among the female prebends of Château-Chalon, with its necessary sixteen quarters, filled a considerable place in the history of the Comté from the Crusades downwards, and known as les Fols de Chissey, the brave and dashing, and witty De Chisseys qualities which no doubt were possessed by the poor young man for whom the fair Chatelaine drained the Val d'Amour.
"'You know it can't, said I. 'Haven't I told you the reason? "'It will be no reason when De Vezin asks you, said he suspiciously. "'De Vezin is nothing to me. "'You carry a gage d'amour from him on your watch-chain at this very minute. "Now, wasn't that talk silly?
The ladies interchanged looks, and afterwards Sir John found a softness in his fair one's manner, a languishing tenderness in her eyes, in the tone of her voice, and at the same time a modest perplexity and reserve about her, which altogether persuaded him that he was quite right, and his brother quite wrong en fait d'amour.
"Go on, my child," said a man with silvery hair. This was Provost. "Yes, it won't be as long as a scene from a play," exclaimed Augustine Brohan, the one woman present. I began again: Deux pigeons s'aimaient d'amour tendre, L'un d'eux s'ennuyant au logis Fut assez.... "Louder, my child, louder," said a little man with curly white hair, in a kindly tone. This was Samson.
Pollnitz, however, spoke on with cool self-possession: "You look astonished, princess; it perhaps appears to you that this impassive face is little suited to the role of postillon d'amour, and yet that is my position, and I ask your highness's permission to make known my errand."
I remember so well one evening when we had the chorus of the Conservatoire and they sang quite beautifully the old "Plaisirs d'Amour" of our childhood. It had a great success and they were obliged to repeat it. W. made one great innovation in the dress of the ladies of the Conservatoire chorus.
Now, in the dog-hole called St. Maloes there is some pretty land, although a great deficiency of marine scenery. But never mind that. Stay at home, and don't go abroad to drink sour wine, because they call it Bordeaux, and eat villainous trash, so disguised by cooking that you cannot possibly tell which of the birds of the air, or beasts of the field, or fishes of the sea, you are cramming down your throat. 'If all is right, there is no occasion for disguise, is an old saying; so depend upon it that there is something wrong, and that you are eating offal, under a grand French name. They eat everything in France, and would serve you up the head of a monkey who has died of the smallpox, as singe au petite vérole that is, if you did not understand French; if you did, they would call it tête d'amour
Never saw anything approaching this, and I've tried 'em all, the Mail-coach, the Trone d'Amour, the Osbaldistone, the Napoleon, the Irish tie, the Mathematical tie, and the Oriental, no, 'pon my honor it's unique, it's it's " the Marquis sighed, shook his head, and words failing him, took out his enamelled snuff-box.
What makes me speak about the lake is that for a long time I thought these verses, Ton ame est un lac d'amour Dont mes pensees sont les cygnes. Vois comme ils font le tour....
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