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The author of this pamphlet speaks with enthusiasm of the "originative genius untrammeled by conventionalities, unfettered by pedantry;... of the outpourings of an unworldly and tristful soul those musical floods of tears, and gushes of pure joyfulness those exquisite embodiments of fugitive thoughts those infinitesimal delicacies, which give so much value to the lightest sketch of Chopin."
Accordingly, betaking himself thither, he found there a door, albeit it was shut, and gathering at foot thereof somewhat of straw that was therenigh, he laid himself down there, tristful and woebegone, complaining sore to St. Julian and saying that this was not of the faith he had in him. However, the saint had not lost sight of him and was not long in providing him with a good lodging.
This iron grating was the most necessary feature of all, for I intended that on the other side of it my relations should range themselves I mentally ran over the catalogue, and saw that the whole gang was present, all in their proper places a sad-eyed row, combined in tristful appeal.
Evening came; and the great dominant celestial tone deepened; the circling horizon filled with ghostly tints, spectral greens and grays, and pearl-lights and fish-colors ... Carmelo, as he crouched at the tiller, was singing, in a low, clear alto, some tristful little melody.
This iron grating was the most necessary feature of all, for I intended that on the other side of it my relations should range themselves I mentally ran over the catalogue, and saw that the whole gang was present, all in their proper places a sad-eyed row, combined in tristful appeal.
Suzette had tristful eyes when they rested upon this cemetery. Her baby lay there, without a stone not without a flower. "Pauvre petite Jules!" she used to say, nestling close to Ralph, and for a little while they would not speak nor move, but the smoke of his cigar made a charmed circle around them, and the stars came out above, and the panorama of the great Boulevard moved on at their feet.
It ran as follows: showing that Oberlus was at least an accomplished writer, and no mere boor; and what is more, was capable of the most tristful eloquence. "Sir: I am the most unfortunate ill-treated gentleman that lives. I am a patriot, exiled from my country by the cruel hand of tyranny.
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