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During the session and after the election Lamartine sent to me by an usher the following lines: C'est un etat peu prospere D'aller d'Empis en Ampere. I replied to him by the same usher: Toutefois ce serait pis D'aller d'Ampere en Empis. October 4, 1847. I have just heard M. Viennet say: "I think in bronze." December 29, 1848. Friday.
The noble assembly listened to Monsieur Legouvés's comedy with that rather absent-minded urbanity and with those charming exclamations of admiration which have been constantly given to everybody who has read a piece in a drawing-room, from the days of the Viscount d'Arlincourt and his "Le Solitaire," to the days of Monsieur Viennet, of the French Academy, and his "Arbogaste."
The men most highly placed in literature at the time when I came to Paris were MM. de Chateaubriand, Jouy, Lemercier, Arnault, Etienne, Baour-Lormian, Béranger, Charles Nodier, Viennet Scribe, Théaulon, Soumet, Casimir Delavigne, Lucien Arnault, Ancelot, Lamartine, Victor Hugo, Désaugiers, and Alfred de Vigny.
Indeed; several members of the Academy such as MM. Thiers, De Remusat, Viennet, and Flourens came from the meridional districts of France, and thoroughly understood the language of Jasmin. They saw in him two men the poet, and the benefactor of humanity. This consideration completely overruled the criticisms of the minority.
During the run of M. Ponsard's "Lucrece", I had the following dialogue with M. Viennet at a meeting of the Academy: M. VIENNET. Have you seen the "Lucrece" that is being played at the Odeon? M. VIENNET. It is very good. MYSELF. Really, is it good? M. VIENNET. It is more than good, it is fine. MYSELF. Really, is it fine? M. VIENNET. It is more than fine, it is magnificent.
DUKE DE TREVISE. M. de Pontecoulant, is he not? MARQUIS DE LAPLACE. NO, President Boyer. He is ninety-two. PRESIDENT BARTHE. He is older than that. BARON D'OBERLIN. He no longer comes to the Chamber. M. VIENNET. They say that M. Rossi is returning from Rome. DUKE DE FESENZAC. Well, I pity him for quitting Rome. It is the finest and most amiable city in the world. I hope to end my days there.
MYSELF. Really, now, magnificent? M. VIENNET. Oh! magnificent! MYSELF. Come, now, is it as good as "Zaire"? M. VIENNET. Oh! no! Oh! you are going too far, you know. Gracious! "Zaire"! No, it is not as good as "Zaire". MYSELF. Well, you see, "Zaire" is a very poor piece indeed! February 11, 1847. Thirty-one Academicians present. Sixteen votes are necessary. First ballot. Emile Deschamps 2 votes.
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