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Daudet, like our Dickens, succeeded in producing characters invested with such reality that in the minds of readers they become veritable beings. Of all his creations Tartarin is the most widely known, and the world's conception of a French southerner is derived from the portrait of this hero. As is usual in the works of Daudet, the character of Tartarin is not wholly fictitious.
«One fatal remembrance, one sorrow, that throws Its black shade alike o'er our joys and our woes.»
M. Burke, que je connus vers la fin de sa vie, accablé de la mort de son fils unique, avait fondé une école consacrée aux enfants des pauvres émigrés. J'allai voir ce qu'il appelait sa pépinière, his nursery. Il s'amusait de la vivacité de la race étrangère qui croissait sous la paternité de son génie. En regardant sauter les insouciants petits exilés, il me disait: «Nos petits garçons ne feraient pas cela: our boys could not do that,» et ses yeux se mouillaient de larmes: il pensait
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we, For such as we are made of, such we be. Ce fut avec un plaisir d'enfant que pendant une heure Julien assembla des mots. Comme il sortait de sa chambre, il rencontra ses élèves et leur mère; elle prit la lettre avec une simplicité et un courage dont le calme l'effraya. La colle
There is a contrast of which we may have reason to be proud, between the progress of our arms in the East and the operations which a neighbouring power, France, is now carrying on in Africa.
The town of Québec is poorly, but the ground round about it is rocky. To invest the place and cut off all communications with the colony it will be necessary to encamp with our right to the river St. Lawrence and our left to the river St. Charles.»
»One fatal remembrance, one sorrow, that throws Its black shade alike o'er our joys and our woes.»
Mon plus grand désir est de servir la France, et, s'il le faut, de mourir our elle! Très bien, très bien! mon cher lieutenant. Puis, se tournant vers madame DeBoismorel, elle, interrogea: Et vous, madame? Moi, madame la comtesse, je veux continuer toute ma vie
Pisombo, Pisombo! the waters, to-night, So tranquilly sleep in the moon's soft light! Pisombo, Pisombo! no longer the gale Comes rudely to swell out our flapping sail. Pisombo, Pisombo! from each manly oar Now dash the white foam, that Ragusa's shore Pisombo, Pisombo! ere the night be past, In safety may welcome our lonely mast.
For this reason I would rather wish that the tract of country alluded to, should be kept uninhabited as long as possible, and have therefore refused the repeated solicitations of many of the people of Vermont who call themselves our friends, and of several Loyalists, for grants of lands on that frontier.
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