sible to their wit, high sentiment, and spontaneous grace.
A wit that sparkles all over the ocean of life, a sentiment that never puts the best foot forward, but prefers the tone of delicate humor, to the mouthings of tragedy; a grace so aerial, that it nowhere requires the aid of a thought, for in the light refrains of these productions, the meaning is felt as much as in the most pointed lines.
Thus, in Les Mirmidons, the refrain Mirmidons, race feconde, Mirmidons Enfin nous commandons, Jupiter livre le monde, Aux mirmidons, aux mirmidons, (bis,)
The swarming of the insects about the dead lion is expressed as forcibly as in the most sarcastic passage of the chanson.
In La Faridondaine every sound is a witticism, and levels to the ground a bevy of what Byron calls garrison people.
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 Peup