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Updated: June 7, 2025
"La joye qu'on a quand on a baptise un Sauvage qui se meurt peu apres, & qui s'envole droit au Ciel, pour devenir un Ange, certainement c'est un joye qui surpasse tout ce qu'on se peut imaginer." The Fathers' slumbers were brief and broken.
and the hero of the tale, a young French poet, who is in London, is truly unhappy in that village. Arthur desseche et meurt. Dans la ville de Sterne, Rien qu'en voyant le peuple il a le mal de mer Il n'aime ni le Parc, gai comme une citerne, Ni le tir au pigeon, ni le soda-water. Liston ne le fait plus sourciller!
"So you escaped, signor? You must have had strong limbs and stout sinews or else you must have been attended by some special providential care to escape, when those three skilled mountaineers were lost on the mountain side." "On ne meurt pas quand la mort est la délivrance," quoted Brian, with a bitter laugh.
A hurrah of wild delight from the Chasseurs he led greeted and ratified the choice. "On meurt on ne se rend pas!" they shouted in the words which, even if they be but legendary, are too true to the spirit of the soldiers of France not to be as truth in their sight.
Our poor friend Vermeille se meurt de la poitrine a victim to tea and late hours. She is an interesting creature, and my heart bleeds for her: she will never last till winter. Do you know, it is said, we shall soon have no wood to burn. What can have become of all our forests? People should inquire after them. The Venus de Medici has at last found her way down the Seine.
"Gredin! cent mille tonnerres de Dieu!" "Calme-toi, mon fidele ami. What will you? It was fate. Montholon. "Le lache! Un Francais meurt, mais il ne recule jamais." Napoleon. "Stupide! Don't you see why the retreat was ordered? don't you know that it was a feint on the part of Gahagan to draw Holkar from his impregnable entrenchments?
I had Cambronne clutching his cocked hat and uttering the immortal la Garde meurt et ne se rend pas. I had the "Vengeur" going down, and all the crew hurraying like madmen. What man who has been before the public at all has not heard similar wonderful anecdotes regarding himself and his own history? In these humble essaykins I have taken leave to egotize.
Always behind in the shadow lurks starvation, and there is one street, now very nearly wiped out, known to its inhabitants still as "la rue où l'on ne meurt jamais" the street where one never dies, since every soul therein finds their last bed in the hospital.
She was humming "Quand I' Amour Meurt" in a gay preoccupation, and evidently sought something upon the table in the centre of the room, for she continued her progress toward it several steps before realizing the presence of a visitor.
We keep always a shawl worth five or six hundred francs in a cedar-wood box, perfectly plain outside, but lined with satin. It is one of the shawls that Selim sent to the Emperor Napoleon. It is our Imperial Guard; it is brought to the front whenever the day is almost lost; il se vend et ne meurt pas it sells its life dearly time after time."
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