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In Le Bocage, the war was carried on with most wonderful vigour and pertinacity, as well as with almost unparalleled destruction and cruelty. Those who are acquainted only with the other parts of France, can form no idea of the aspect of this district, or of the manners of its inhabitants; they differ so widely and essentially, that they seem to belong to another portion of the globe.
"Indeed he will, Marie; the first among the foremost. Agatha asked me but now, who would be our leaders? Is there a man in the Bocage aye, in all Poitou, who will not follow Charles de Lescure?" "May the blessed Saviour watch over him and protect him," said Marie, shuddering. "But tell me, Henri;" said Agatha, "where will it commence where will they first resist the troops?"
"Let me see that will be, say two thousand five hundred from the Bocage." "Oh! more than that your reverence," said Chapeau, "you are not counting M. de Lescure's men, who have gone on with the flags or the men from Beauprieu who will follow M. d'Elbee, or the men from St. Florent, who will come down with Cathelineau." "I don't count Beauprieu, or Cholet or St.
Since her departure from the parsonage, Mrs. Murray had never written to her; but through Mr. Hammond's and Huldah's letters, Edna learned that Mr. Murray was the officiating minister in the church which he had built in his boyhood; and now and then the old pastor painted pictures of life at Le Bocage, that brought happy tears to the orphan's eyes.
Think what a complete sacrifice it will be." "If she feels that the hand of duty points out this destiny as hers, I shall not attempt to dissuade her; for peace of mind and heart is found nowhere, save in accordance with the dictates of conscience and judgment. Since Miss Harding's arrival at Le Bocage, I fear Edna will realize rapidly that she is no longer needed as a companion by Mrs.
"Darling, do you remember that once, in the dark days of my reckless sinfulness, I asked you one night, in the library at Le Bocage, if you had no faith in me? And you repeated so vehemently, 'None, Mr. Murray!" "Oh, sir! do not think of it. Why recur to what is so painful and so long past? Forgive those words and forget them!
I went on foot from park to park, from wood to wood, across the whole of upper Vendee, the Bocage and Poitou, changing my direction as danger threatened. I reached Saumur, from Saumur I went to Chinon, and from Chinon I reached, in a single night, the woods of Nueil, where I met the count on horseback; he took me up behind him and we reached Clochegourde without passing any one who recognized me.
"Nay, Agatha; but is he not Bayard complete?" said Marie laughing. "I am sure we should be obliged; it is an age since we received a compliment here in the Bocage." "The ladies are laughing at me," said Cathelineau, rising, "and it is time that I and my friend should cease to trouble you." "But where would you go, Cathelineau?" said Henri. "Back to St.
Do the people in the Bocage wish it? do they wish it in the Marais, Charette? do they wish it in Anjou and Brittany? Danton, Robespierre, and Tallien wish it the mob of Paris wishes it but the people of France does not wish to depose their King."
The leading character of the septuagenarian Marquis, with his many amiable virtues, and his one amiable weakness, a longing to preserve intact his youthfulness of appearance as he has really preserved his youthfulness of heart, is both natural and original, comic and half pathetic withal. The part in the play seemed made for Bocage, and his heart was set upon undertaking it.
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