Part 22 (2/2)
A skilful hand had touch'd _the flute_;-- His _pipe_ and he were scorn'd--were mute.
But I, once more I dared appear, And found old friends as true and dear-- The mem'ry of my ancient lays Lived in their hearts--awoke their praise.
Oh! they did more;--I was their guest; Again was welcomed and caress'd: And, twined with their melodious tongue, Again my rustic carol rung; And my old language proudly found Her words had list'ners, pressing round.
Thus, though condemn'd the shepherd's skill, The Gascon Poet triumph'd still.
I returned by Agen, after an absence in the Pyrenees of some months, and renewed my acquaintance with Jasmin and his dark-eyed wife. I did not expect that I should be recognised; but the moment I entered the little shop I was hailed as an old friend. ”Ah!” cried Jasmin, ”enfin la voila encore!” I could not but be flattered by this recollection, but soon found it was less on my own account that I was thus welcomed, than because a circ.u.mstance had occurred to the poet which he thought I could perhaps explain. He produced several French newspapers, in which he pointed out to me an article headed ”Jasmin a Londres;” being a translation of certain notices of himself, which had appeared in a leading English literary journal.[24] He had, he said, been informed of the honour done him by numerous friends, and a.s.sured me his fame had been much spread by this means; and he was so delighted on the occasion, that he had resolved to learn English, in order that he might judge of the translations from his works, which, he had been told, were well done. I enjoyed his surprise, while I informed him that I knew who was the reviewer and translator; and explained the reason for the verses giving pleasure in an English dress, to be the superior simplicity of the English language over modern French, for which he has a great contempt, as unfitted for lyrical composition. He inquired of me respecting Burns, to whom he had been likened; and begged me to tell him something of Moore. The delight of himself and his wife was amusing, at having discovered a secret which had puzzled them so long.
[Footnote 24: The Athenaeum.]
He had a thousand things to tell me; in particular, that he had only the day before received a letter from the d.u.c.h.ess of Orleans, informing him that she had ordered a medal of her late husband to be struck, the first of which would be sent to him: she also announced to him the agreeable news of the king having granted him a pension of a thousand francs. He smiled and wept by turns, as he told all this; and declared, much as he was elated at the possession of a sum which made him a rich man for life, the kindness of the d.u.c.h.ess gratified him even more.
He then made us sit down while he read us two new poems; both charming, and full of grace and _navete_; and one very affecting, being an address to the king, alluding to the death of his son. As he read, his wife stood by, and fearing we did not quite comprehend his language, she made a remark to that effect: to which he answered impatiently, ”Nonsense--don't you see they are in tears.” This was unanswerable; and we were allowed to hear the poem to the end; and I certainly never listened to anything more feelingly and energetically delivered.
We had much conversation, for he was anxious to detain us, and, in the course of it, he told me that he had been by some accused of vanity.
”Oh!” he rejoined, ”what would you have! I am a child of nature, and cannot conceal my feelings; the only difference between me and a man of refinement is, that he knows how to conceal his vanity and exultation at success, which I let everybody see.”
His wife drew me aside, and asked my opinion as to how much money it would cost to pay Jasmin's expenses, if he undertook a journey to England: ”However,” she added, ”I dare say he need be at no charge, for, of _course_, your queen has read _that article_ in his favour, and knows his merit; she will probably send for him, pay all the expenses of his journey, and give him great fetes in London.” I recommended the barber-poet to wait _till he was sent for_; and left the happy pair, promising to let them know the effect that the translation of Jasmin's poetry produced on the royal mind:--their earnest simplicity was really entertaining.
END OF VOL. I.
VOL. II.
CONTENTS TO THE SECOND VOLUME.
CHAPTER I.
Renown of Pau--Lectoure--The Labourer-Duke--Auch--Tarbes--The Princess and the Count--Costume--Arrival at Pau--The Promenades--The Town--Improvements--First Impressions--Walks--Buildings--Hotels--The Magnificent Baker--The Swain--Tou-Cai!
CHAPTER II.
The Climate of Pau--Storms--Fine Weather--Pala.s.sou--Reasons for going to Pau--The Winter
CHAPTER III.
The Castle of Henri Quatre--- The Furniture--The Sh.e.l.l--The Statue--The Birth--Castel Beziat--The Fairy Gift--A Change--Henri Quatre
CHAPTER IV.
Troubadour
CHAPTER V.
Road from Pan to Tarbes--Table Land--The Pics--The Haras of Tarbes--Autumn in the Pyrenees--Mont l'Heris--Gabrielle d'Estrees--Cha.s.seaux Palombes--Penne de l'Heris--Pic du Midi--Charlet the Guide--Valley of Campan--La Gatta--Grip--The Tourmalet--Campana del Va.s.se--Bareges--Luz--Cagot Door--Gavarine--The Fall of the Rock--Chaos--Circus--Magnificence of Nature--Pont de Neige--Roland--Durendal--Izards--Les Cranes--Pierrefitte--Cauteretz--Cerizet--Pont d'Espagne--Lac de Gaube--Argelez
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