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'What! hear no more of the divine Alfred de Musset? Milord answered, as if a little discouraged. 'Hush, hush! Alice entered, having come from her room to fetch a book, but seeing the couple on the sofa she tried to retreat, adding to her embarrassment and to theirs by some ill-expressed excuses. 'Don't run away like that, said Mrs. Barton; 'don't behave like a charity-school girl. Come in.
Experimenting, as usual, after the fashion described by Dumas, she went with De Musset for a "honeymoon" to Fontainebleau. But they could not stay there forever, and presently they decided upon a journey to Italy. Before they went, however, they thought it necessary to get formal permission from Alfred's mother! Naturally enough, Mme. de Musset refused consent.
After having seen him handed over successively to three different valets, we left him to his fate, hoping he would arrive at his destination eventually. When we entered the salon for dinner Auber was already there. If he had not brought his own servant with him, he never would have been in time. The troop of the Comedie Francaise played "La Joie fait Peur," by Musset.
Of the brilliant roll of the "young men of 1830," in Paris, Balzac, Soulié, De Musset, De Bernard, Sue, and their compeers, it is said that nearly every one has already perished, in the prime of life. What is the explanation? A stern one: opium, tobacco, wine, and licentiousness. "All died of softening of the brain or spinal marrow, or swelling of the heart."
In other countries every generation has its own poet: younger ears are deaf to the music which so long charmed ours; but De Musset will be the poet of each new generation for a certain season the sweetest of all, because, as has been well said, he is the poet of youth. And if doubt breathes through some of his grandest strophes, Faith finds her first and last profession in the lines
He, seeing no address, did not, or feigned not, to understand for whom the letter was intended, and asked George Sand what he should do with it. De Musset died in 1857 and after his death Sand startled Paris with "Elle et Lui," an obvious answer to "Confessions of a Child of the Age, "De Musset's version an uncomplimentary one to himself of their separation.
"You speak feelingly, Monsieur de Musset. I am almost sorry, for your sake, that cannibalism is out of fashion!" "It is one of the penalties of civilization," replied de Musset, with a shrug. "Besides, one would not wish to be an epicure." Dalrymple, who had been listening somewhat disdainfully to this skirmish of words, here touched me on the arm and turned away.
The story, as told by George Sand in her later novel, Elle et Lui, is substantially the same as one related by De Musset in his Confession d'un Enfant du Siècle, published two years after these events, and in which, if it is to be regarded as reflecting personal idiosyncrasies in the slightest degree, the poet certainly makes himself out as the most insupportable of human companions.
"I never read much of them. But I love Tennyson and Mrs. Browning." Helena made a face "Oh, I don't care a hang for her. She's so dreadfully pious and sentimental. I laughed till I cried over 'Aurora Leigh. But now French things! If you lived all that time in France, you must have read French poetry. Alfred de Musset? Madame de Noailles?" Mrs. Friend shook her head. "We went to lectures.
Where the odorous avenues of lilacs stretched along, affording bouquets for maman and the children and toothpicks for ferocious young warriors from the garrisons, are odious lengths of wall. Everything is changed, and from the gardens the grisettes of Alfred de Musset are with sighing sent. Their haunts are laboratories now, and the Ile d'Amour is a mayor's office.
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