Poet, be happy! The language which you love, France will learn to admire and read, and your brother-poets will learn to imitate you....

Spirit speaks to spirit; genius speaks to the heart.
Sing, poet, sing! Envy jeers in vain; your Muse is French; better still, it is Christian, and the laurel at the end of your course has two crowns--one for the forehead of the poet and the other for the heart of the man.

Grand actions bring glory; good deeds bring happiness." Although Jasmin wrote an interesting letter to Madame Lafarge, he did not venture to sing or recite for her relief from prison.

She died before him, in 1852.
Endnotes for Chapter XIV.
{1} We adopt the translation of Miss Costello..