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       ALFRED DE MUSSET.

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       VI

       VII

       VIII

       IX

       A Visit to the Arsenal.

       ALPHONSE KARR.

       the

       Thousand and Second Night.

       THÉOPHILE GAUTIER.

       il

       Viccolo di Madama Lucrezia

       PROSPER MERIMÉE.

       The Barrel-Organ.

       FRANÇOIS COPPÉE.

       I

       II

       A Case of Conscience.

       PAUL BOURGET.

       Who Can Tell?

       GUY DE MAUPASSANT.

       I

       II

       The Drowned Man.

       GUY DE MAUPASSANT

       I

       II

       The Cigarette.

       JULES CLARETIE.

       The Attack on the Mill.

       ÉMILE ZOLA.

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

ALFRED DE MUSSET.

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      IT is a great thing, in this workaday world of ours, to be something a little above the common run of ordinary blackbirds, but then, too, the eminence is not without its inconveniences. I am not a bird of fable; Monsieur de Buffon has written my description, but woe is me! I am rare and but seldom met with. Would to Heaven I had never emerged from the lowly state in which I was born!

      My father and mother were a couple of honest people who had lived for many years in the seclusion of a quiet old garden in the Marais. It was a model household. While my mother, in the depths of some bushy thicket, laid three times a year regularly and hatched out her brood, gently slumbering most of the time, my father, very neat in his attire and very fussy still, notwithstanding his great age, would be pecking, pecking about her all day long, with patriarchal devotion, bringing her nice little insects that he was always careful to seize by the tail, very daintily, so that his wife's delicate stomach might not be offended, and at nightfall he never failed, when the weather was fine, ​to treat her to a song that delighted all the neighborhood. Never was there such a thing as a quarrel, never had the smallest cloud arisen to darken this sweet union.

      I had hardly made my appearance in the world when, for the first time in his life, my father began to display bad temper. Although as yet I was of only a doubtful shade of gray, he failed to recognize in me either the color or the form of his numerous progeny. Sometimes he would cock his head and look at me askance and say:

      "There is an untidy child for you; it would seem as if the little blackguard took pains to go and wallow in every mud-hole and plaster-heap that he came to, he is always so ugly and filthy."

      "Eh! Mon Dieu, my friend," my mother would answer, looking like nothing so much as a little round ball of feathers in the old earthenware porringer where she had made her nest, "don't you see that it is owing to his age? And you

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