u Jonc the noblest.
Never was anything more sweetly naive than parts of Le Cachet Rouge.
La pauvre petite femme, she was just such a person as my——. And then the farewell injunctions,—du pauvre petite mare, —the nobleness and the coarseness of the poor captain.
It is as original as beautiful, c'est dire beaucoup. In La Canne au Jonc, Collingwood, who embodies the high feeling of duty, is taken too raw out of a book,—his letters to his daughters.
But the effect on the character of le Capitaine Renaud, and the unfolding of his interior life, are done with the spiritual beauty of Manzoni.
Cinq-Mars is a romance in the style of Walter Scott.
It is well brought out, figures in good relief, lights well distributed, sentiment high, but nowhere exaggerated, knowledge exact, and the good and bad of human nature painted with that impartiality which becomes a man, and a man of the world.
All right, no failure anywhere; also, no wonderful success, no genius, no .magic.
It is one of thos