Elegizes Adrienne, slightly, and even buries her under cloud of night: ready to protect unfortunate females of merit.

Especially theatrical females; having much to do in the theatre, which we perceive to be the pulpit or real preaching-place of cultivated France in those years.

All manner of verse, all manner of prose, he dashes off with surprising speed and grace: showers of light spray for the moment; and always some current of graver enterprise, _Siecle de Louis Quatorze_ or the like, going on beneath it.

For he is a most diligent, swift, unresting man; and studies and learns amazingly in such a rackety existence.

Victorious enough in some senses; defeat, in Literature, never visited him.