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Another much-employed metre was this, of the hundred and thirty-third psalm: "Asais aux bors do ce superbe fleuve Que de Babel les campagnes abreuve, Nos tristes coeurs ne pensoient qu' a Sion. Chacun, helas, dans cette affliction Les yeux en pleurs la morte peinte au visage Pendit sa harpe aux saules du rivage." A third and favorite metre was this:
"For five days more we saw neither Français nor Boches. Finally some French dragoons came down the road from Dieulouard, and little by little other soldiers came too. But, hélas, monsieur, the Boches were waiting for them in the Bois-le-Prêtre."
Never had he entered a more homelike place, large enough to be called a chateau, yet as cheerful as a winter's fire. And the daughter! Her French was the elegant speech of Tours, her German Hanoverian. Incomparable! And she was not married? Helas! How many luckless fellows walked the world desolate? And this was M. Fitzgerald the journalist? And M. Breitmann had also been one?
The talk then fell upon the possibility of friendship existing between men and women without sooner or later degenerating, on one part or the other, into love. The French rhymster sings "Trop tot, hélas, l'amour s'enflamme, Et je sens qu'il est mal aisé; Que l'ami d'une belle dame, Ne soit un amant déguisé." My father came in while the ladies were still here, and Mrs.
Just so with the rhyming fellow, he pounds away on his verses and they warm up a little. But don't let him think that this afterglow of composition is the same thing as the original passion. That found expression in a few oh, oh's, eheu's, helas, helas's, and when the passion had burned itself out you got the rhymed verses, which, as I have said, are its ashes.
On similar errands, he would sometimes pass the night alone in the forest in the depth of winter. He was anxious to fall into the hands of the Iroquois, that he might preach the Faith to them even out of the midst of the fire. After the death of Brebeuf and Lalemant, he writes to his brother "Helas!
Nanking said they were very wicked to doubt true and good things. He believed every thing, and particularly every thing pleasant. His mother, whose house was on the river bank, looked out with a fond sadness as she heard him playing, his heart amongst the little boys, although he was so big. "Ach! helas!" she said to herself, "what will become of my dear man-lamb?
Jamais de la cité le mal entier ne fuit, Hélas! et son autel y fume dans la nuit; Mais notre âge a ceci de pareil
"Oh! the wretch!" a cuckoo seemed to say; "what does he mean by coming here, showing us his ugly face?" "Oh! the horror," cried a coquette of a tomtit, holding up her little claw. "Hélas! hélas! our poor trees, our beautiful leaves, and our lovely greensward see how he is cutting away Oh! the wicked man! the destructive rascal!" they all piped in chorus.
"Hélas!" sighed Julie, "you were quicker with your tongue when you were a baby." "Ah zut!" exclaimed the girl in disgust. "He has something to tell you " she blurted out to Julie. "Eh ben! What?" demanded Julie firmly. "I need some money," muttered the boy doggedly. "I need it!!" he cried suddenly, gaining courage in a sort of nervous hysteria.
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