People may call that ridiculous, but I do not care.

I am grateful; these proofs of devotion enable me to bear the criticisms and annoyances of a literary life.

When I receive a shot in the back from some enemy lurking under cover of a daily paper, I look at that casket and think,--here and there in this wide world there are hearts whose wounds have been healed, or soothed, or dressed by me!" This bit of poetry, declaimed with all the talent of a great actor, petrified the lieutenant, whose eyes opened to their utmost extent, and whose astonishment delighted the poet.
"I will permit you," continued the peacock, spreading his tail, "out of respect for your position, which I fully appreciate, to open that coffer and look for the letter of your young lady.

Though I know I am right, I remember names, and I assure you you are mistaken in thinking--" "And this is what a poor child comes to in this gulf of Paris!" cried Dumay,--"the darling of her parents, the joy of her friends, the hope of all, petted by all, the pride of a family, who has six persons so devoted to her that they would willingly make a rampart of their lives and fortunes between her and sorrow.

Monsieur," Dumay remarked after a pause, "you are a great poet, and I am only a poor soldier.