ou la systeme des interpretations is equally witty, though there the form seems to be as much in the saying, as in the comic melody of sound.
In Adieux à la Campagne, Souvenirs du Peuple, La Deesse de la Liberte, La Convoi de David, a melancholy pathos breathes, which touches the heart the more that it is so unpretending.
Ce n'est plus Lisette, Mon Habit, L'Independant, Vous vieillirez, O ma belle Maitresse, a gentle graceful sadness wins us. In Le Dieu des Bonnes Gens, Les Etoiles qui filent, Les Conseils de Lise, Treize à Table, a noble dignity is admired, while such as La Fortune and La Metempsycose are inimitable in their childlike playfulness.
Ma Vocation I have had and admired for many years.
He is of the pure ore, a darling fairy changling of great mother Nature; the poet of the people, and, therefore, of all in the upper classes sufficiently intelligent and refined to appreciate the wit and sentiment of the people.
But his wit is so truly French