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Probably the man Grousset noticed my emotion, for he came to my rescue and said, politely, "Madame Moulton, j'ai eu l'honneur de vous voir a un bal a l'Hotel de Ville l'annee derniere." I looked up with surprise. He was a very handsome fellow, and I remembered quite well having seen him somewhere; but did not remember where.

FOOTNOTES: This volume contains the following title: Voyages et Descouvertures faites en la Nouvelle France depuis l'année 1615, jusques

Then there are a number of more or less complete manuscripts of some extent. Tragicomedie en trois actes, composed a Dux dans le mois de Juin de l'Annee, 1791, which recurs again under the form of the 'Polemoscope: La Lorgnette menteuse ou la Calomnie demasquge, acted before the Princess de Ligne, at her chateau at Teplitz, 1791.

All he could do was to indite perfervid manifestoes, and subsequently, in "L'Annee terrible," commemorate the doings and sufferings of the time. For the rest, he certainly enrolled himself as a National Guard, and I more than once caught sight of him wearing kepi and vareuse. I am not sure, however, whether he ever did a "sentry-go."

Les cochons etant faits pour etre manges, nous mangeons du porc toute l'annee." At Athens the laws did not constantly interfere with the tastes of the people. The children were not taken from their parents by that universal step-mother, the state.

The original of this, of which I have a fac-simile, bears the title Carte de la Nouvelle Decouverte que les Peres Jesuites out fait en l'annee 1672, et continuee par le Pere Jacques Marquette, etc. The return route of the expedition is incorrectly laid down on it. A manuscript map of the Jesuit Raffeix, preserved in the Bibliotheque Imperiale, is more accurate in this particular.

He feels assured he will never cross the wild Atlantic again. Worn and weary, waiting the approach of old age, he yet participates, with a true Frenchman's patriotism, in the sorrows of "l'annee terrible." Nothing brightens the future! Human nature itself seems giving way. All is disaster. Jacques Bonhomme's blood waters in vain his native fields. Oh, for the great Napoleon!