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Wherever it is possible to bring in England and the English, depreciate them in any way, or turn them into ridicule, M. Dumas invariably does it, and those passages are frequently the most amusing in his books. In the present instance, it is a very harmless piece of faufarronade in which he indulges. The armed brig in which M. Louet has embarked, falls in which a squadron of English men-of-war.
"Je me suis rabattu sur le petit gibier," he says, with a grin and a shrug, and walks away, a proud man and a happy, leaving you in admiration of his prowess. M. Dumas expresses a wish to make the acquaintance of one of these modern Nimrods, and his friend Méry arranges a supper, to which he invites a certain Monsieur Louet, who plays the fourth bass in the orchestra of the Marseilles theatre.
"'Oh, M. Louet. said she, 'it is very horrible to see a man die! "At that moment we heard a voice exclaiming 'Stop, cowardly villain! Wait for me! "'Ernest! exclaimed Zephyrine. 'It is the voice of Ernest! "As she spoke the captain rushed in, covered with blood. "'Zephyrine! cried he, 'Zephyrine, where are you?
"'True, said he, 'they have flights of pigeons." Satisfied by this admission M. Louet resumed. "'You may easily imagine that at the period of the year when these flights occur, every sportsman is on the alert; and, as I am only occupied in the evening at the theatre, I am fortunately able to dispose of my mornings as I like.
If I had caught him I think I should have eaten him alive, and the more so as I was beginning to get very hungry. Fortunately, as I had calculated on remaining out all day, I had my breakfast and dinner in my game-bag, and I eat as I went along. "'Pardon me, said Méry, interrupting M. Louet; 'I have an observation to make.
At last, on the second night of their journey, M. Louet succeeds in getting up a doze, out of which he is roused in a very unpleasant manner. We will give his own account of it. "'Two pistol-shots, the flash of which almost burned my face, awoke me. "'Faccia in terra!
Hearing a great bustle upon deck, our musician goes up to enquire the cause, and finds the captain quietly seated, smoking his pipe. After the usual salutations "'M. Louet, have you ever seen a naval combat? said the captain to me. "'Never, sir. "'Would you like to see one? "'Why, captain, to say the truth, there are other things I should better like to see.
This cannot be the common French snuff? "'Indeed it is only I doctor it in a particular manner. It is a secret I learned from a cardinal when I was at Rome. "'Ha! You have been to Rome? cried I. "'Yes, sir; I passed twenty years there. "'M. Louet, said Méry, 'since you do not smoke, you ought to tell these gentlemen the story of your thrush-hunt.
"'Unfortunately, continued M. Louet, 'or perhaps I should say fortunately, we have neither lions nor tigers in the neighbourhood of Marseilles. On the other hand, we have flights of pigeons. "'There! cried Méry, 'I told you so. They insist upon it. "'Certainly, replied M. Louet, visibly vexed; 'and, whatever you may say to the contrary, the pigeons do pass.
Napoleon had at last recognized his true character, and now too late, alas! recalled him from his post. "De gre ou de force, quand memo il aurait donne sa demission," he had written to General Bazaine.* * November 1, 1863. See Louet, loc. cit., "Un Reve d'Empire," p. 208. But this unforeseen contingency greatly disturbed the French minister in his operations.
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