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When the music was over, and everybody decently quiet, the concert began. "Le Camarade Tollot, of the Théâtre des Variétés de Paris will recite 'Le Dernier Drapeau," shouted the announcer. Le Camarade Tollot walked on the stage and bowed, a big, important young man with a lion's mane of dark hair.
Martainville, the one friend who stood by Lucien through thick and thin, had written a magnificent article on his work; but so great was the general exasperation against the editor of L'Aristarque, L'Oriflamme, and Le Drapeau Blanc, that his championship only injured Lucien.
"Which one, Monsieur?" demanded an old, demure-looking quartermaster, who was charged with that duty, and who was never known to laugh; "the captain will remember we came into port under the drapeau of Monsieur Jean Bull." "Bien hoist the drapeau of Monsieur Jean Bull again. We must brazen it out, now we have put on the mask.
"Idleness and intemperance greatly intensified the vulgar recklessness of his political passions. He used to insult people whom he happened to see reading the 'Quotidienne, or the 'Drapeau Blanc, and compel them to fight with him. In this way he had the pain and the shame of wounding a boy of sixteen in a duel.
I am a little fatigued, permit me to take a chair." Marius seated himself and motioned to him to do the same. Thenardier installed himself on a tufted chair, picked up his two newspapers, thrust them back into their envelope, and murmured as he pecked at the Drapeau Blanc with his nail: "It cost me a good deal of trouble to get this one."
Valmond did not see the little man, but swung away down the dusty road, reciting to himself couplets from 'Le Vieux Drapeau': "Oh, come, my flag, come, hope of mine, And thou shalt dry these fruitless tears;" and apparently, without any connection, he passed complacently to an entirely different song: "She loved to laugh, she loved to drink, I bought her jewels fine."
When I arrived, your brother was restoring peace, the young Briton holding out his hand swearing he was sorry, begad! but how the deuce was he to have known ? and M. Raoul saving the situation, and still demanding blood with a face as long as an Alexandrine: "'Ce drapeau glorieux auquel, en sanglotant, Se prosternent affaises vos membres, veterans!
We will confine ourselves to transcribing two paragraphs published by the journals of that day, a few months after the surprising events which had taken place at M. sur M. These articles are rather summary. It must be remembered, that at that epoch the Gazette des Tribunaux was not yet in existence. We borrow the first from the Drapeau Blanc. It bears the date of July 25, 1823.
He refused the cross; he bestowed sous on all the little scamps he came across. I always thought there was some evil history back of all that." The "drawing-rooms" particularly abounded in remarks of this nature. One old lady, a subscriber to the Drapeau Blanc, made the following remark, the depth of which it is impossible to fathom: "I am not sorry. It will be a lesson to the Bonapartists!"
Bold songs against hypocrites, the Reverend Fathers and the Tartufes, so much in favor under the Restoration, and some which carry the attack yet higher, and which sparkle with the very spirit of buffoonery, like Le Bâtard du Pape; beautiful patriotic songs, like Le vieux Drapeau; and beautiful songs of humanity and equality, like Le vieux Vagabond; these are the three chief branches which unite and intertwine to make the poetic crown of Béranger in his best days, and they had their root in passions which with him were profound and living, hatred of superstition, love of country, love of humanity and equality.
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