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The work is one addressed mainly to the imagination. In the play we come down from the clouds; the poetry is gone, taste is shocked, fancy uncharmed, the improbabilities become grotesque, and the whole is distorted and tedious. Madame Sand's personages are never weary of analyzing their sentiments.
A year after her marriage she published a novel, with her views on matrimony, in the George Sand manner beating the drum to Madame Sand's trumpet. No doubt she was very unhappy; Blumenthal was an old beast. Since then she has published a lot of literature novels and poems and pamphlets on every conceivable theme, from the conversion of Lola Montez to the Hegelian philosophy.
Madame Sand's position became more unpleasant than ever. She describes herself as "blasée d outrages threatened perpetually by the coward hatreds and imbecile terrors of country places."
The overseer slept with heavy sleep, due to a bottle of brandy, the neck of which was still held in his shut hand. The savage had emptied it to the last drop. Dick Sand's first idea was to take possession of his jailer's weapons, which might be of great use to him in case of escape; but at that moment he thought he heard a slight scratching at the lower part of the door of the barrack.
Then the garrison, seeing the success of their enterprise, took fresh courage, and united their efforts against the besiegers, hoping everything from Sand's eloquence, which gave him a great influence over his young companions. And, indeed, in half an hour he was seen reappearing at the head of some thirty boys of his own age, armed with slings and crossbows.
He found Halvard already at the sand's edge, waiting uneasily with the tender, and they crossed the broken water to where the Gar's cabin flung out a remote, peaceful light. The sailor immediately set about his familiar, homely tasks, while Woolfolk made a minute inspection of the ketch's rigging.
This is a treat; the sand's like a feather bed; but we shan't often have such a luxurious place. Good-night." "One moment, uncle," I whispered, as I heard a rustling sound somewhere in the bushes. "What do you think is making that?"
The besiegers, on the point of being attacked before and behind, recognised the disadvantage of their position and retreated. The victory remained with Sand's party, and all the honours of the day were his. We have related this anecdote in detail, that our readers may understand from the character of the child what was that of the man.
Then the garrison, seeing the success of their enterprise, took fresh courage, and united their efforts against the besiegers, hoping everything from Sand's eloquence, which gave him a great influence over his young companions. And, indeed, in half an hour he was seen reappearing at the head of some thirty boys of his own age, armed with slings and crossbows.
He was beheaded in the ensuing year. Loning, the apothecary, probably excited by Sand's example, also attempted the life of the president of Nassau, Ibell, who, however, seized him, and he committed suicide in prison.
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