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Updated: June 3, 2025
The common-placeness, however, was only on the surface; for as one walked along the esplanade one discovered that the town had become a citadel, and that all the doll's-house villas with their silly gables and sillier names "Seaweed," "The Sea-gull," "Mon Repos," and the rest were really a continuous line of barracks swarming with Belgian troops.
The very stones suggested peace. A mellow and aristocratic flavour clung to those pink dwellings that nestled, world forgotten, in a green content. . . . One of those few modern houses was the Villa Mon Repos. There was a curious history attached to the place. It had been built about a century ago at the orders of an eccentric French lady, a lyric poetess, who professed to be tired of life.
His device, "Repos ailleurs," finely typified the restless, agitated and laborious life to which he was destined. That other distinguished leader of the newly-formed league, Count Louis, was a true knight of the olden time, the very mirror of chivalry.
The village of cantonnement is pretty sure to be the usual brown-walled, red-roofed village of Lorraine clumped round its parish church or mouldering castle. In such a French village there is always a hall, usually over the largest wineshop, called the "Salle de Fêtes," and this hall serves for the concert each regiment gives while en repos.
His device, "Repos ailleurs," finely typified the restless, agitated and laborious life to which he was destined. That other distinguished leader of the newly-formed league, Count Louis, was a true knight of the olden time, the very mirror of chivalry.
Nobody that ever lived would have more speedily found out the truth of Voltaire's saying, "Le repos est une bonne chose, mais l'ennui est son frère."
The period in the trenches is divided between the first lines and the rear lines of the first position. Often on my way to the trenches at night I would pass a regiment coming to repos. Silent, vaguely seen, in broken step the regiment passed. Sometimes a shell would come whistling in.
Again, from the point of view of after-war relations, to have been generous towards those who have suffered is to have won the heart of France. The caring for the French repatriates and refugees is a definite contribution to the winning of the war. The French system of handling this human stream of tragedy is to send the sick to local hospitals and the exhausted to the maison de repos.
The lamps grew dim in the rays of morning, which struggled through the high windows, while, mingling with the last strains of good-night and bon repos, came a noise of wheels and the loud shouts of valets and coachmen out in the fresh air, who crowded round the doors of the Palace to convey home the gay revellers who had that night graced the splendid halls of the Intendant.
His device, "Repos ailleurs," finely typified the restless, agitated and laborious life to which he was destined. That other distinguished leader of the newly-formed league, Count Louis, was a true knight of the olden time, the very mirror of chivalry.
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