The Life of Jean Henri Fabre 



towns to which the vicissitudes of life have brought 

 me. An exquisitely sweet link binds us to our na- 

 tive soil; we are like the plant that has to be torn 

 away from the spot where it put out its first roots. 

 Poor though it be, I should love to see my own 

 village again; I should like to leave my bones 

 there. 1 



1 Souvenirs, vni., pp. 125-129. Bramble-bees, chap, 

 xiii., "The Halicti; The Portress." 



