Their tribune is that of literature, and one needs not to beg tickets to mingle with the audience.

To the actually so-called Chamber of Deputies I was indebted for two pleasures.

First and greatest, a sight of the manuscripts of Rousseau treasured in their Library.

I saw them and touched them,--those manuscripts just as he has celebrated them, written on the fine white paper, tied with ribbon.

Yellow and faded age has made them, yet at their touch I seemed to feel the fire of youth, immortally glowing, more and more expansive, with which his soul has pervaded this century.