J)ELILLE AT THE CADlt AX-BLEU. 



citron, a la pistache, sorbet au rhum, au marasquin, creme a la Jacques 

 Delille." 



" What what," said he, with an involuntary emotion, "what is that 

 which you call creme a la Jacques Delille?" 



" It is a melange of the most rare and choice description, blended 

 together with the most exquisite taste : nothing, though it is a most 

 expensive article, is more in vogue. Young poets, above all, are parti- 

 cularly fond of it. They pretend that it inspires them with the greatest 

 brilliancy of ideas. If Monsieur will allow me to offer him one, I flatter 

 myself that he will be delighted therewith." 



" Let it be so/' said Delille, and the gar9on tripped away to execute 

 the order, which turned out to be no other than une creme anx ananas. 

 But the delighted poet declared that he never had, in the whole course 

 of his life, tasted any thing half so delicious. 



Soon after were heard the sounds of a harp. IBOI oa* avsH 



" Hither, come/' said Madame Delille, " the two young Langue- 

 docian brothers, who have for some time past paraded the streets of 

 Paris, and gathered together around them every passer by." 



At this moment two young men placed themselves before Delille, and 

 while one preluded upon the harp the other cried out : /oyfs Jnoraom 



" Ladies and gentlemen, we shall now have the honour of singing 

 before you the famous canticle of St. Jaques. That is not Jacques 

 I'Hermite, nor Jaques de Compostelle, nor Jacques le Mineur, but Jacques 

 le Majeur, or in other words, Jacques Delille, at once the Homer and 

 Virgil of French poetry." 



Tl?e harps immediately vibrated beneath the touch of the young 

 artists, and they added thereunto, with most delicious voice, the entire 

 life of the poet, from his infancy in Limarque up to his last return to 

 Paris. .> on 1o sfiod R smooocf gfirf riipff- 



As soon as it was finished, Delille seized the arm of his Antigone, fast 

 " Let us hence, let me avoid these public testimonies of homage, they 

 are more than I can bear, and I am sure they were all arranged before 

 hand. You have betrayed me ; let us hence." 



" It is but too true," replied his friend ; " they were all arranged be- 

 fore hand ; but fear no intrusion from those who are around you. You 

 you are not on le Boulevard du Temple/' 

 " What do you say ?" 

 " We have not dined at le Cadran Bleu.'' 

 " What do you mean ? " 



" You have dined, my dear Deville, at my house, in the bosom of my 

 family and friends, who for five hours have represented various characters 

 in order to amuse you/' 



" It is impossible," cried Deville, " that I could be so deceived. They 

 could not have maintained the different accents, the volubility, the frank 

 gaiety of the French nation! " 



" Yet nothing can be more true," said he who had filled the roll of 

 Commissionaire de vins. <e It was I who lodged you in the Rue des 

 Marmouzets a lafemme sans tele" 



" You can remember Paul/' said one of the first comic actors of the 

 Theatre Francais. " Paul, chef de service, to whom you gave a dollar 

 of six franks, and which he requests the permission to keep for the re- 

 mainder of his life." 



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