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Following upon the "great sword-thrusts" of La Calprenede or Mdlle. de Scudery, this delicate, elegant, and virtuous tale, with its pure and refined style, enchanted the court, which recognized itself at its best, and painted under its brightest aspect; it was farewell forever to the "Pays de Tendre."
Pons had Sevres porcelain, pate tendre, bought of Auvergnats, those satellites of the Black Band who sacked chateaux and carried off the marvels of Pompadour France in their tumbril carts; he had, in fact, collected the drifted wreck of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries; he recognized the genius of the French school, and discerned the merit of the Lepautres and Lavallee-Poussins and the rest of the great obscure creators of the Genre Louis Quinze and the Genre Louis Seize.
But all eloquent and full of feeling as he is in his writings, he was even more so still in his conversation. Marmontel felt sincere grief when Vauvenargues died, and in the Epistle to Voltaire expressed his sorrow in some fair lines. They contain the happy phrase applied to Vauvenargues, 'ce coeur stoïque et tendre. In religious sentiment Vauvenargues was out of the groove of his time.
"'Twas written for you, Madame, and 'tis called 'Le Pays du Tendre," he said, still fingering the strings. "I would wander in the land with you, Madame."
Ah, what a sixain! how full of the gallant and the tendre?" "What is that you say of the tendre?" interrupted Marion de Lorme; "have you ever seen that country? You stopped at the village of Grand-Esprit, and at that of Jolis-Vers, but you have been no farther. If Monsieur le Gouverneur de Notre Dame de la Garde will please to show us his new chart, I will tell you where you are."
People here in Paris are just beginning to find out that the famous French and German marquetry workers of the sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth centuries composed perfect pictures in wood. It is a collector's business to be ahead of the fashion. Why, in five years' time, the Frankenthal ware, which I have been collecting these twenty years, will fetch twice the price of Sevres pata tendre."
"Let take a cat, and foster hire with milke And tendre flesh, and make hire couche of silke, And let hire see a mous go by the wall, Anon she weiveth milke and flesh, and all, And every deintee that is in that hous, Swich appetit hath she to ete the mous Lo, here hath kind hire domination, And appetit flemeth discretion"?
"Now that is so delightful," said Lady Callonby, as she stopped to look for another puzzle. "What a wretch it is," said Lady Catherine, covering her face with a handkerchief. "What a beautiful little flower," said Lady Jane, lifting up the bell of a "lobelia splendens." "You know, of course," said I, "what they call that flower in France L'amour tendre." "Indeed!"
As to him—I soon learned to regret I was not some object, some beautiful, carved object of bone or bronze; a rare piece of porcelain, pâte dure, not pâte tendre. A pretty specimen.” “Rare, yes. Even unique,” said Mills, looking at her steadily with a smile. “But don’t try to depreciate yourself. You were never pretty. You are not pretty. You are worse.”
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