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Victoria Pictorial Historic Photo Collection

●●●●● View from The Triange, Yea. 1909 ●●●●● Town Hall, Ararat. 1980

●●●●● Town Hall Gartdens. Beechworth. 1908 ●●●●● In The Grove, Yarrawonga. 1907.

●●●●● Bishopscourt, Wangaratta. Circa 1910 ●●●●● Hauling fish, Mornington. 1913.

●●●●● Entrance to Botanical Gardens, Maryborough. 1907. ●●●●● Myrtleford, looking towards Buffalo. 1940s

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53 McNamara Ave, Airport West. (03) 9338 3362.

AIRPORT WEST, 3042. Airport West Nextra. Shop

73-74, Westfield Shoppingtown, Airport West.

(03) 9330 4207.

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188A Bridport St, Albert Park. (03) 9690 5348.

ALBURY, 2640. Albury Newsagency.

ALTONA, 3018. Altona Newsagency. 84-86 Pier

St, Altona. (03) 9398 2912.

ALTONA EAST, 3025. East Altona Newsagency. 63

The Circle, Altona East. (03) 9391 3316.

ALTONA MEADOWS, 3028 . Centra l Square

Newsagency, 1 Central Ave, Altona Ameadows.

(03) 9315 8022.

ALTONA NORTH, 3025. Alrona North Newsagency.

22 Borrack Sq, Altona North. (03) 9391 2291.

ARMADALE, 3143. Highdale Newsagency. Shop

1, 969 High St, Armadale. (03) 9822 7789.

ASCOT VALE, 3032. Ascot Vale Newsagency. 208

Union Rd, Ascot Vale. (03) 9370 6485.

ASCOT VALE, 3032. Ascot Lotto & News. 217 Ascot

Vale Rd, Ascot Vale. (03) 9370 8558.

ASHBURTON, 3147. Ashburton Newsagency. 209

High St, Ashburton. (03) 9885 2128.

ASHWOOD, 3147. Ashwood Newsagency. 503

Warrigal Rd, Ashwood. (03) 9885 4662.

ASPENDALE, 3195. Aspendale Newsagency. 129

Station St, Aspendale. (03) 9580 6967.

AUBURN, 3123. See Hawthorn East.

AVONDALE HEIGHTS, 3034. Avondale Heights

Newsagency. 5 Military Rd, Avondale Heights.

(03) 9317 8274.

BACCHUS MARSH, 3340 . Bacchus Marsh

Newsagency. 138 Main St. (03) 5367 2961.

BALACLAVA, 3183. Carlisle Newsagency. 272

Carlisle St, Balaclava. (03) 9593 9111.

BALLAN, 3342. Ballan Newsagency. 133 Ingles

St, Ballan. (03) 5368 1115.

BALLARAT, 3350. Bridge Mall Newsagency. 68-

70 Bridge Mall, Ballarat. (03) 5331 3352.

BALLARAT, 3350. NewsXPress Ballarat. Shop 20,

Central Square, Ballarat. (03) 5333 4700.

BALLARAT, 3350. Williams Newsagency. 917 Sturt

St, Ballarat. (03) 5332 2369.

BALWYN, 3103 . Ba lwyn Newsagency. 413

Whitehorse Rd, Balwyn. (03) 9836 4206.

BALWYN, 3103 . Be lmore Newsagency. 338

Belmore Rd, Balwyn. (03) 9857 9729.

BALWYN, 3103 . Yooral la Newsagency. 247B

Belmore Rd, Balwyn. (03) 9859 8285.

BALWYN NORTH, 3104. Burkemore Newsagency.

1060 Burke Rd, Balwyn North. (03) 9817 3472.

BALWYN NORTH, 3104. Greythorn Newsagency.

272 Doncaster Rd, Balwyn North. (03) 9857

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BALWYN NORTH, 3104. North Balwyn Newsagency.

77 Doncaster Rd, North Balwyn. (03) 9859 1983.

BANNOCKBURN, 3331. Bannockburn Newsagency.

(03) 5281 1625.

BARWON HEADS, 3227 . Barwon Heads

Newsagency. 43 Hitchcock St, Barwon Heads.

(03) 5254 2260.

BATMAN. Batman Newsagency. (03) 9354 1269.

BAYSWATER, 3153 . Bayswater Author ised

Newsagency. Shop 21, Bayswater Village. (03)

9729 1773.

BELGRAVE, 3160. Belgrave Newsagency. 1704

Burwood Hwy. (03) 9754 2429.

BELL PARK, 3215. Bell Park Newsagency. 21-23

Milton St, Bell Park. (03) 5278 4032.

BELMONT, 3216. Belmont Newsagency. 132A High

St. (03) 5243 1385.

BENNETTSWOOD, 3125 . Bennetswood

Newsagency. 79 Station St, Bennettswood. (03)

9808 3391.

BENTLEIGH, 3204. Central Bentleigh Newsagency.

395 Centre Rd, Bentleigh. (03) 9557 1453.

BENTLEIGH EAST, 3165. Centrefield Newsagency.

939 Centre Rd, Bentleigh East. (03) 9563 7607.

BENTLEIGH EAST, 3165. Chesterville Newsagency.

299 Chesterville Rd, Bentleigh East. (03) 9570

1983.

BENTLEIGH EAST, 3165. East Bentleigh Tatts &

News. (03) 9570 5951.

BERWICK, 3806. Berwick Newsagency. 29-31

High St, Berwick. (03) 9707 1311.

BLACK ROCK, 3193. Black Rock Newsagency. 606

Balcombe Rd. (03) 9589 4266.

BLACKBURN, 3130. Blackburn Newsagency. 116

South Pde, Blackburn. (03) 9878 0101.

BLACKBURN SOUTH, 3130 . Blackburn South

Newsagency. 108 Canterbury Rd, Blackburn

South. (03) 9877 2110.

BORONIA, 3155. Boronia Village Newsagency.

Shop 22A, 163 Boronia Rd, Boronia. (03) 9762

3464.

BOX HILL, 3128. Newsline Newsagency. Shop

70, Box Hill Central. (03) 9890 2217.

BOX HILL, 3128. Whitehorse Plaza Newsagency.

G35, Centro Shopping Plaza, Box Hill. Phone:

(03) 9899 0593.

BOX HILL NORTH, 3129. Kerrimuir Newsagency.

515 Middleborough Rd, Box Hill North. (03) 9898

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BOX HILL SOUTH, 3128 . Box Hi l l South

Newsagency. 870 Canterbury Rd, Box Hill South.

(03) 9890 6481.

BOX HILL SOUTH, 3128. Wattle Park Newsagency.

164A Elgar Rd, Box Hill South. (03) 9808 1614.

BRIAR HILL, 3088. Briar Hill Newsagency. 111

Mountain View Rd, Briar Hill. (03) 9435 1069.

BRIGHTON, 3186. Gardenvale Newsagency. 168

Martin St, Brighton. (03) 9596 7566.

BRIGHTON EAST, 3187. Highway Newsagency.

765B Hawthorn Rd, Brighton East. (03) 9592

2054.

BRIGHTON EAST, 3187. East Brighton Newsagency.

613 Hampton St, Brighton. (03) 9592 2029.

BRIGHTON NORTH, 3186 . North Br ighton

Author ised Newsagency. 324 Bay St, North

Brighton. (03) 9596 4548.

BRUNSWICK, 3056 . Lygon Author ised

Newsagency. (03) 9387 4929.

BRUNSWICK WEST, 3055. Melville Newsagency.

418 Moreland Rd, West Brunswick. (03) 9386

3300.

BRUNSWICK WEST, 3055. Theresa Newsagency.

34 Grantham St, Brunswick West. (03) 9380 8806.

BULLEEN, 3105. Bulleen Plaza Newsagency. Shop

29, Bulleen Plaza. (03) 9850 5521.

BULLEEN, 3105. Thompsons Road Newsagency.

123A Thompsons Rd, Bulleen. (03) 9850 1882.

BUNDOORA, 3083. Bundoora Centre Newsagency.

Shop 3, 39 Plenty Rd, Bundoora. (03) 9467 1351.

BUNDOORA, 3083. Bundoora Newsagency. 1268

Plenty Rd, Bundoora. (03) 9467 2138.

BUNYIP, 3815. Bunyip Newsagency. (03) 5629

6111.

BURNLEY, 3121. Burnley Newsagency. 375 Burnley

St, Burnley. (03) 9428 1669.

BURWOOD EAST, 3151. East Burwood

Newsagency. 16 Burwood Hwy, Burwood East.

(03) 9808 7284.

CAMBERWELL, 3124. Burke Road Newsagency.

(03) 9882 3671.

CAMBERWELL, 3124. Burwood Newsagency. 1394

Toorak Rd, Camberwell. (03) 9889 4155.

CAMBERWELL, 3124 . Camberwel l Centre

Newsagency. 628 Burke Rd, Camberwell. (03)

9882 4083.

CAMBERWELL, 3124 . Camberwel l Market

Newsagency. 513 Riversdale Rd, Camberwell.

(03) 9813 3799.

CAMBERWELL, 3124. Zantuck Newsagency. 732

Riversdale Rd, Camberwell. (03) 9836 4953.

CAMBERWELL EAST, 3124. East Camberwell

Newsagency. 188 Through Rd, Camberwell. (03)

9836 2495.

CANTERBURY, 3126. Canterbury Newsagency. 104

Maling Rd. (03) 9836 2130.

CARISBROOK, 3464. Carisbrook Newsagency. (03)

5464 2293.

CARLTON, 3053. Lygon Authorised Newsagency.

260 Lygon St, Carlton. (03) 9663 6193.

CARLTON NORTH, 3054. Princes Hill Newsagency.

607 Lygon St, Carlton North. (03) 9380 1419.

CARLTON NORTH, 3054. Rathdowne Newsagency.

410 Rathdowne St, Carlton North. (03) 9347

2630.

CARNEGIE, 3163. Carnegie Newsagency. 58

Koornang Rd, Carnegie. (03) 9568 5256.

CARNEGIE, 3163. Patterson Newsagency. (03)

9557 5794.

CARNEGIE, 3163 . Southern Distr ibut ion &

Delivery Service. 669 North Rd, Carnegie. (03)

9576 7044.

CARRUM, 3197. Carrum Newsagency. 514 Station

St, Carrum. (03) 9772 7696.

CARRUM DOWNS, 3198. Bayside Distribution. (03)

9782 6333.

CAULFIELD EAST, 3145. Caulfield Newsagency.

14 Derby Rd, Caulfield East. (03) 9571 6194.

CAULFIELD NORTH, 3161. Junction Newsagency.

69-71 Hawthorn Rd, Caulfield North. (03) 9523

8546.

CAULFIELD SOUTH, 3162 . Booran Road

Newsagency. 177 Booran Rd, Caulfield South.

(03) 9578 3195.

CAULFIELD SOUTH, 3162 . South Caulf ie ld

Newsagency. 792 Glenhuntly Rd, Caulfield South.

(03) 9523 8701.

CHADSTONE, 3148. Supanews. Shops A42 and

A49, Chadstone. (03) 9569 5858.

CHADSTONE, 3148. Holmesglen Newsagency.

637 Warrigal Rd, Chadstone. (03) 9569 7365.

CHARLTON, 3525. Charltopn Newsagency. (03)

5491 1680.

CHELSEA, 3196 . Chelsea Newsagency. 403

Nepean Hwy, Chelsea. (03) 9772 2621.

CHELTENHAM, 3192. Cheltenham Newsagency.

332 Charman Rd, Cheltenham. (03) 9583 3276.

CHELTENHAM, 3192. Southland Newsagency.

Westfield Shoppingtown, Cheltenham. (03) 9584

9433.

CLAYTON, 3168. Clayton Authorised Newsagency.

345 Clayton Rd, Clayton. (03) 9544 1153.

CLIFTON HILL, 3068. Clifton Hill Newsagency. 316

Queens Pde, Clifton Hill. (03) 9489 8725.

COBURG, 3058. Coburg Newsagency, 481-483

Sydney Rd, Coburg. (03) 9354 7525.

COLAC, 3250. Blaines Newsagency, Colac. (03)

5231 4602.

COLDSTREAM, 3770. Coldstream Newsagency.

670 Maroondah Hwy, Coldstream. (03) 9739

1409.

CORIO, 3214. Corio Village Newsagency. Shop

27, Corio Village, Corio. (03) 5275 1666.

COWES, 3922. Cowes Newsagency. 44 Thompson

Ave, Cowes. (03) 5952 2046.

CRAIGIEBURN, 3064. Craigieburn Newsagency.

Shop 9 Mall, Craigieburn. (03) 9308 2132.

CRANBOURNE, 3977. Cranbourne Newsagency.

105 High St,Cranbourne. (03) 5996 8866.

CRANBOURNE NORTH, 3977. Thompson Parkway

Newsagency. Cnr South Gippsland Hwy,

Cranbourne North. (03) 5996 0055.

CROYDON, 3136. Burnt Bridge Newsagency. 434

Maroondah Hwy, Croydon. (03) 9870 6140.

CROYDON, 3136. Croydon Newsagency. 158 Main

St, Croydon. (03) 9723 2001.

CROYDON NORTH, 3136 . Croydon North

Newsagency. 5 Exeter Rd, Croydon North. (03)

9726 6030.

DANDENONG, 3175. Lonsdale Newsagency. 250

Lonsdale St, Dandenong. (03) 9792 1897.

DANDENONG, 3175. Lucky Winners Lotto. 118

Hemmings St, Dandenong. (03) 9792 4628.

DANDENONG, 3175. Doveton News & Lotto. (03)

9792 4937.

DEER PARK, 3023. Deer Park Newsagency. 823

Ballarat Rd, Deer Park.(03) 9363 1175.

DENILIQUIN, 2710. Deniliquin Newsagency and

Bookstore. (02) 5881 2080.

DIAMOND CREEK, 3089 . Diamond Creek

Newsagency. 62A Hurstbridge Rd. (03) 9438 1470.

DINGLEY VILLAGE, 3172. Dingley Newsagency.

79 Centre Dandenong Rd, Dingley Village. (03)

9551 1184.

DONCASTER, 3108. Shoppingtown Newsagency.

Shop 34, 619 Doncaster Rd, Doncaster. (03) 9848

3912.

DONCASTER EAST, 3109. East Doncaster

Newsagency. 74 Jackson Ct, Doncaster East. (03)

9848 3174.

DONCASTER EAST, 3109 . Tunstal l Square

Newsagency. Shop 4, Tunstall Square, Doncaster

East. (03) 9842 2485.

DONCASTER EAST, 3109. The Pines Newsagency.

Shop 35, 181 Reynolds Rd, Doncaster East. (03)

9842 7944.

DROMANA, 3936. Dromana Newsagency. 177

Nepean Hwy, Dromana. (03) 5987 2338.

DROUIN, 3818. Burrows Newsagency, Drouin. (03)

5625 1614.

DRYSDALE, 3222. Drysdale Newsagency. High

St, Drysdale. (03) 5251 2776.

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EAGLEMONT, 3084. Eaglemont Lucky Lotto, News

& Post. 68 Silverdale Rd. (03) 9499 2589.

EDITHVALE, 3196. Edithvale Newsagency. 253

Nepean Hwy. (03) 9772 1072.

ELSTERNWICK, 3185. Elsternwick Newsagency.

348 Glenhuntly Rd, Elsternwick. (03) 9523 8335.

ELSTERNWICK, 3185. Elsternwick Office Supplies.

433 Glenhuntly Rd, Elsternwick. (03) 9523 6495.

ELSTERNWICK, 3185. Ripponlea Newsagency. 78

Glen Eira Rd, Elsternwick. (03) 9523 5649.

ELTHAM, 3095. Eltham Newsagency & Toyworld.

958 Main Rd. (03) 9439 9162.

ELWOOD, 3184 . E lwood Newsagency. 103

Ormond Rd, Elwood. (03) 9531 4223.

EMERALD, 3782. Emerald Newsagency. Main St,

Emerald. (03) 5968 5152.

EPPING, 3076. Dalton Village Newsagency. (03)

9408 8877.

ESSENDON, 3040. Essendon Newsagency. 15A

Rose St, Essendon. (03) 9337 5908.

ESSENDON, 3040. Roundabout Newsagency. 94

Fletcher St, Essendon. (03) 9370 5305.

ESSENDON NORTH, 3041 . North Essendon

Newsagency. 1085 Mt Alexander Rd, North

Essendon. (03) 9379 2243.

FAIRFIELD, 3078 . Fai r f ie ld Newsagency. 99

Station St, Fairfield. (03) 9481 3240.

FAWKNER, 3060 . Fawkner Newsagency. 54

Bonwick St, Fawkner. (03) 9359 2046.

FAWKNER, 3060. Moomba Park Newsagency. 89

Anderson Rd, Fawkner. (03) 9359 1595.

FERNTREE GULLY, 3156 . Ferntree Gul ly

Newsagency. Shop 2, 69 Station St, Ferntree

Gully. (03) 9758 1343.

FERNTREE GULLY, 3156 . Mountain Gate

Newsagency. Shop 9B, Ferntree Gully. (03) 9758

4427.

FERNTREE GULLY UPPER, 3156. Upper Ferntree

Gully Newsagency. Shop 3 Ferntree Plaza. (03)

9756 0171.

FITZROY, 3065. Fitzroy Newsagency. 337 Brunswick

St, Fitzroy. (03) 9417 3017.

FITZROY NORTH, 3068. North Fitzroy Newsagency.

224 St Georges Rd, Fitzroy North. (03) 9489

8614.

FOOTSCRAY WEST, 3012. Kingsville Newsagency.

339 Somerville Rd, Footscray West. (03) 9314

5004.

FOREST HILL, 3131 . Brentford Square

Newsagency. 29-31 Brentford Sq., Forest Hill.

(03) 9878 1882.

FOREST HILL, 3131. NewsXPress Forest Hill. Shop

215, Western Entrance, Forest Hill. (03) 9878

2515.

FOUNTAIN GATE, 3805 . Fountain Gate

Newsagency. Shop 1157 (Level 1), Fountain

Gate. (03) 9704 6408.

FRANKSTON, 3199. Beach Street Newsagency.

239 Beach St, Frankston. (03) 9789 9736.

FRANKSTON, 3199. Foote Street Newsagency. c/

- Bayside Distribution Services. (03) 9783 4720.

FRANKSTON, 3199. Frankston Newsagency. 5 Keys

St, Frankston. (03) 9783 3253.

FRANKSTON, 3199. Karingal Hub Newsagency. c/

- Bayside Distribution Services. (03) 9776 7744.

FRANKSTON, 3199. Young Street Newsagency. 78

Young St, Frankston. (03) 9783 2467.

GARDENVALE, 3186. See Brighton.

GARFIELD, 3814. Garfield Newsagency Pty Ltd.

77 Main St, Garfield. (03) 5629 2533.

GEELONG, 3220. Geelong Newsagency & Lotto.

139 Moorabool St, Geelong. (03) 5222 1911.

GEELONG EAST, 3219. East Geelong Newsagency.

78A Garden St. (03) 5229 5109.

GEELONG WEST, 3218. Manifold Newsagency.

Shop 2, 132 Shannon Ave, Geelong West. (03)

5229 5897.

GEELONG WEST, 3218. Murphy's Newsagency. PO

Box 7133, Geelong West. (03) 5229 1973.

GISBORNE, 3437. Gisborne Newsagency. Shop

20, Village Shopping Centre. (03) 5428 2632.

GLADSTONE PARK, 3043 . Gladstone Park

Newsagency. Shop 164. (03) 9338 3921.

GLEN HUNTLY, 3163. Glenhuntly Newsagency.

1164 Glenhuntly Rd, Glenhuntly. (03) 9571 2551.

GLEN WAVERLEY, 3150. Glen Waverley News.

Shop L2, 65 Glen S/C, Spr ingvale Rd, Glen

Waverley. (03) 9802 8503.

GLEN WAVERLEY, 3150. Kingsway Newsagency.

65 Kingsway, Glen Waverley. (03) 9560 9987.

GLEN WAVERLEY, 3150. Syndal Newsagency. 238

Blackburn Rd, Glen Waverley. (03) 9802 8446.

GLENFERRIE, 3122. See Hawthorn.

GLENROY, 3046. Glenroy Newsagency. 773 Pascoe

Vale Rd, Glenroy. (03) 9306 9530.

GRANTVILLE, 3984. Grantville Newsagency. Shop

4, 1509 Bass Hwy, Grantville. (03) 5678 8808.

GREENSBOROUGH, 3088 . Greensborough

Newsagency. Shop 4-5 Greensborough. (03) 9435

1024.

GREENVALE, 3059. Greenvale Newsagency. Shop

4 & 5, Cnr Mickleham & Greenvale Rds,

Greenvale. (03) 9333 3154.

GROVEDALE, 3216. Grovedale Newsagency. 19

Peter St. (03) 5243 1480.

HADFIELD, 3046. Hadfield Newsagency. 120 West

St, Hadfield. (03) 9306 5007.

HAMPTON, 3188. Hampton Newsagency. 345-347

Hampton St, Hampton. (03) 9598 1239.

HAMPTON EAST, 3188. Hampton East Newsagency.

412 Bluff Rd, Hampton East.(03) 9555 2821.

HAMPTON PARK, 3976. Hampton Park

Newsagency. Shop 3, Park Square, Hampton

Park. (03) 9799 1609.

HASTINGS, 3915. Hastings Newsagency. 56 High

St. (03) 5979 1321.

HAWTHORN, 3122. Glenferrie Newsagency.669

Burwood Rd, Hawthorn. (03) 9818 2621.

HAWTHORN EAST, 3123. Auburn Newsagency. 119

Auburn Rd, Hawthorn East. (03) 9813 4838.

HAWTHORN EAST, 3123 . Auburn South

Newsagency. 289 Auburn Rd, Hawthorn East.

(03) 9882 2009.

HAWTHORN WEST, 3122 . Hawthorn West

Newsagency. 44 Church St, Hawthorn. (03) 9853

6098.

HEALESVILLE, 3777. Healesvil le Newsagency.

(03) 5962 4161.

HEIDELBERG, 3084. Heidelberg Newsagency. 128

Burgundy St, Heidelberg. (03) 9457 1098.

HEIDELBERG WEST, 3081. Heidelberg Heights

Newsagency. 35 Southern Rd, Heidelberg West.

(03) 9457 2063.

HEIDELBERG WEST, 3081. The Mall Newsagency.

Shop 18, Heidelberg West. (03) 9457 4244.

HIGHETT, 3190. Highett Newsagency. 2 Railway

Pde, Highett. (03) 9555 1010.

HIGHTON, 3216. Highton Newsagency. 7 Bellevue

Ave. (03) 5243 4824,

HOPPERS CROSSING, 3030 . Hoppers Crossing

Newsagency. 31 Old Geelong Rd, Hoppers

Crossing. (03) 9749 2652,

HUNTINGDALE, 3166. Huntingdale Newsagency.

291 Huntingdale Rd, Huntingdale. (03) 9544

1175.

HURSTBRIDGE, 3099. Hurstbridge Newsagency.

800 Main Rd. (03) 9718 2045.

IVANHOE, 3079. NewsXPress. 194-196 Upper

Heidelberg Rd, Ivanhoe. (03) 9499 1231.

IVANHOE EAST, 3079. East Ivanhoe Newsagency.

262 Lower Heidelberg Rd, Ivanhoe East. (03)

9499 1720.

KEILOR, 3036. Centreway Newsagency. 59 Wyong

St, Keilor East, 3033. (03) 9336 2451.

KEILOR, 3036. Keilor Newsagency. 700 Calder

Hwy, Keilor. (03) 9336 7930.

KEILOR DOWNS, 3038. Keilor Downs Newsagency.

Shop 3, Keilor Downs Plaza, Keilor Downs. (03)

9310 9955.

KEW, 3101. Cotham Newsagency. 97 Cotham

Rd, Kew. (03) 9817 3840.

KEW, 3101. Kew Newsagency. 175 High St, Kew.

(03) 9853 8238.

KEW NORTH, 3101. North Kew Newsagency. 93

Willsemere Rd, Kew. (03) 9853 9383.

KEYSBOROUGH, 3173. Parkmore Newsagency.

Parkmore Shopping Centre, Kensington. (03)

9798 4311.

KILMORE, 3764. Kilmore Newsagency. 41 Sydney

St. (03) 5782 1465.

KILSYTH, 3137. Ki lsyth Newsagency. 520 Mt

Dandenong Rd. (03) 9725 6218.

KINGSVILLE, 3012. See Footscray West.

KNOX CITY. See Wantirna South

KNOXFIELD, 3180. Knoxfield Newsagency. (03)

9764 8260.

KOO-WEE-RUP, 3981. Koo Wee Rup Newsagency.

44-48 Station St, Koo Wee Rup. (03) 5997 1456.

LALOR, 3075. Lalor Newsagency. 364 Station St,

Lalor. (03) 9465 2698.

LARA, 3212. Lara Newsagency. 44 The Centreway,

Lara. (03) 5282 1419.

LAVERTON, 3028. Laverton Newsagency. 12

Aviation Rd, Laverton. (03) 9369 1426.

LEOPOLD, 3028. Leopold Newsagency. 45 Ash

Rd, Leopold. (03) 5250 1687.

LILYDALE, 3140. Lilydale Newsagency. 237 Main

St. (03) 9735 1705.

LOWER PLENTY, 3093. Lower Plenty Newsagency.

95 Main Rd. (03) 9435 6423.

LOWER TEMPLESTOWE, 3107. See Templestowe

Lower.

MALVERN, 3144. Malvern Newsagency. 114

Glenferrie Rd, Malvern. (03) 9509 8381.

MALVERN, 3144. Malvern Village Newsagency.

1352 Malvern Rd, Malvern. (03) 9822 3761.

MALVERN, 3144. Winterg len Newsagency -

Malvern Lotto. 167 Glenferrie Rd, Malvern. (03)

9509 9068.

MALVERN EAST, 3145. Central Park Newsagency.

393 Wattletree Rd, Malvern East. (03) 9509

9842.

McCRAE, 3938. McCrae Newsagency, 675 Point

Nepean Rd. (03) 5986 8499.

McKINNON, 3204. McKinnon Newsagency. 148

McKinnon Rd, McKinnon. (03) 9578 4478.

MELBOURNE, 3000. Mitty 's Newsagency. 53

Bourke St, Melbourne. (03) 9654 5950.

MELTON, 3337. Melton Authorised Newsagency.

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amount to much; but the inheritance of Mademoi-selle Gillenormand the elder was considerable.This aunt, who had remained unmarried, was veryrich on the maternal side, and her sister’s son washer natural heir. The boy, whose name wasMarius, knew that he had a father, but nothingmore. No one opened his mouth to him about it.Nevertheless, in the society into which his grand-father took him, whispers, innuendoes, and winks,had eventually enlightened the little boy’s mind;he had finally understood something of the case,and as he naturally took in the ideas and opinionswhich were, so to speak, the air he breathed, by asort of infiltration and slow penetration, he gradu-ally came to think of his father only with shameand with a pain at his heart.While he was growing up in this fashion, the colo-nel slipped away every two or three months, cameto Paris on the sly, like a criminal breaking hisban, and went and posted himself at Saint–Sulpice,at the hour when Aunt Gillenormand led Mariusto the mass. There, trembling lest the aunt shouldturn round, concealed behind a pillar, motionless,not daring to breathe, he gazed at his child. Thescarred veteran was afraid of that old spinster.From this had arisen his connection with the cureof Vernon, M. l’Abbe Mabeuf.That worthy priest was the brother of a warden ofSaint–Sulpice, who had often observed this mangazing at his child, and the scar on his cheek, andthe large tears in his eyes. That man, who had somanly an air, yet who was weeping like a woman,had struck the warden. That face had clung to hismind. One day, having gone to Vernon to see hisbrother, he had encountered Colonel Pontmercyon the bridge, and had recognized the man ofSaint–Sulpice. The warden had mentioned the cir-cumstance to the cure, and both had paid the colo-nel a visit, on some pretext or other. This visit ledto others. The colonel, who had been extremelyreserved at first, ended by opening his heart, andthe cure and the warden finally came to know thewhole history, and how Pontmercy was sacrific-ing his happiness to his child’s future. This causedthe cure to regard him with veneration and ten-derness, and the colonel, on his side, became fondof the cure. And moreover, when both are sincereand good, no men so penetrate each other, and soamalgamate with each other, as an old priest andan old soldier. At bottom, the man is the same.The one has devoted his life to his country herebelow, the other to his country on high; that is theonly difference.Twice a year, on the first of January and on St.George’s day, Marius wrote duty letters to his fa-ther, which were dictated by his aunt, and whichone would have pronounced to be copied from someformula; this was all that M. Gillenormand toler-ated; and the father answered them with very ten-der letters which the grandfather thrust into hispocket unread.

Sir Hudson Lowe addressed to General Bonaparte.Pontmercy had ended, may we be pardoned theexpression, by having in his mouth the same sa-liva as his Emperor.In the same way, there were at RomeCarthaginian prisoners who refused to saluteFlaminius, and who had a little of Hannibal’sspirit.One day he encountered the district-attorney inone of the streets of Vernon, stepped up to him,and said: “Mr. Crown Attorney, am I permitted towear my scar?”He had nothing save his meagre half-pay as chiefof squadron. He had hired the smallest housewhich he could find at Vernon. He lived therealone, we have just seen how. Under the Empire,between two wars, he had found time to marryMademoiselle Gillenormand. The old bourgeois,thoroughly indignant at bottom, had given his con-sent with a sigh, saying: “The greatest familiesare forced into it.” In 1815, Madame Pontmercy,an admirable woman in every sense, by the way,lofty in sentiment and rare, and worthy of her hus-band, died, leaving a child. This child had beenthe colonel’s joy in his solitude; but the grandfa-ther had imperatively claimed his grandson, de-claring that if the child were not given to him hewould disinherit him. The father had yielded inthe little one’s interest, and had transferred hislove to flowers.Moreover, he had renounced everything, and nei-ther stirred up mischief nor conspired. He sharedhis thoughts between the innocent things whichhe was then doing and the great things which hehad done. He passed his time in expecting a pinkor in recalling Austerlitz.M. Gillenormand kept up no relations with his son-inlaw. The colonel was “a bandit” to him. M.Gillenormand never mentioned the colonel, ex-cept when he occasionally made mocking allu-sions to “his Baronship.” It had been expresslyagreed that Pontmercy should never attempt tosee his son nor to speak to him, under penalty ofhaving the latter handed over to him disowned anddisinherited. For the Gillenormands, Pontmercywas a man afflicted with the plague. They intendedto bring up the child in their own way. Perhapsthe colonel was wrong to accept these conditions,but he submitted to them, thinking that he wasdoing right and sacrificing no one but himself.The inheritance of Father Gillenormand did not

arise, the dragoons, for example, who are bothcavalry-men and infantry at one and the sametime. He accompanied Napoleon to the Island ofElba. At Waterloo, he was chief of a squadron ofcuirassiers, in Dubois’ brigade. It was he whocaptured the standard of the Lunenburg battalion.He came and cast the flag at the Emperor’s feet.He was covered with blood. While tearing downthe banner he had received a sword-cut acrosshis face. The Emperor, greatly pleased, shoutedto him: “You are a colonel, you are a baron, youare an officer of the Legion of Honor!” Pontmercyreplied: “Sire, I thank you for my widow.” Anhour later, he fell in the ravine of Ohain. Now,who was this Georges Pontmercy? He was thissame “brigand of the Loire.”We have already seen something of his history.After Waterloo, Pontmercy, who had been pulledout of the hollow road of Ohain, as it will be re-membered, had succeeded in joining the army,and had dragged himself from ambulance to am-bulance as far as the cantonments of the Loire.The Restoration had placed him on half-pay, thenhad sent him into residence, that is to say, undersurveillance, at Vernon. King Louis XVIII., re-garding all that which had taken place during theHundred Days as not having occurred at all, didnot recognize his quality as an officer of the Le-gion of Honor, nor his grade of colonel, nor histitle of baron. He, on his side, neglected no occa-sion of signing himself “Colonel BaronPontmercy.” He had only an old blue coat, and henever went out without fastening to it his rosetteas an officer of the Legion of Honor. The Attor-ney for the Crown had him warned that the au-thorities would prosecute him for “illegal” wear-ing of this decoration. When this notice was con-veyed to him through an officious intermediary,Pontmercy retorted with a bitter smile: “I do notknow whether I no longer understand French, orwhether you no longer speak it; but the fact is thatI do not understand.” Then he went out for eightsuccessive days with his rosette. They dared notinterfere with him. Two or three times the Minis-ter of War and the general in command of thedepartment wrote to him with the following ad-dress: “A Monsieur le Commandant Pontmercy.”He sent back the letters with the seals unbroken.At the same moment, Napoleon at Saint Helenawas treating in the same fashion the missives of Continued on Page 26

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The revolution broke out. Saintonge’s regimentformed a part of the army of the Rhine; for theold regiments of the monarchy preserved theirnames of provinces even after the fall of the mon-archy, and were only divided into brigades in 1794.Pontmercy fought at Spire, at Worms, at Neustadt,at Turkheim, at Alzey, at Mayence, where he wasone of the two hundred who formed Houchard’srearguard. It was the twelfth to hold its groundagainst the corps of the Prince of Hesse, behindthe old rampart of Andernach, and only rejoinedthe main body of the army when the enemy’s can-non had opened a breach from the cord of the para-pet to the foot of the glacis. He was under Kleberat Marchiennes and at the battle of Mont–Palissel,where a ball from a biscaien broke his arm. Thenhe passed to the frontier of Italy, and was one ofthe thirty grenadiers who defended the Col deTende with Joubert. Joubert was appointed itsadjutant-general, and Pontmercy sub-lieutenant.Pontmercy was by Berthier’s side in the midst ofthe grape-shot of that day at Lodi which causedBonaparte to say: “Berthier has been cannoneer,cavalier, and grenadier.” He beheld his old gen-eral, Joubert, fall at Novi, at the moment when,with uplifted sabre, he was shouting: “Forward!”Having been embarked with his company in theexigencies of the campaign, on board a pinnacewhich was proceeding from Genoa to some ob-scure port on the coast, he fell into a wasps’-nestof seven or eight English vessels. The Genoesecommander wanted to throw his cannon into thesea, to hide the soldiers between decks, and toslip along in the dark as a merchant vessel.Pontmercy had the colors hoisted to the peak, andsailed proudly past under the guns of the Britishfrigates. Twenty leagues further on, his audacityhaving increased, he attacked with his pinnace,and captured a large English transport which wascarrying troops to Sicily, and which was so loadeddown with men and horses that the vessel wassunk to the level of the sea. In 1805 he was in thatMalher division which took Gunzberg from theArchduke Ferdinand. At Weltingen he receivedinto his arms, beneath a storm of bullets, ColonelMaupetit, mortally wounded at the head of the9th Dragoons. He distinguished himself atAusterlitz in that admirable march in echelonseffected under the enemy’s fire. When the cav-alry of the Imperial Russian Guard crushed a bat-talion of the 4th of the line, Pontmercy was oneof those who took their revenge and overthrewthe Guard. The Emperor gave him the cross.Pontmercy saw Wurmser at Mantua, Melas, andAlexandria, Mack at Ulm, made prisoners in suc-cession. He formed a part of the eighth corps ofthe grand army which Mortier commanded, andwhich captured Hamburg. Then he was transferredto the 55th of the line, which was the old regi-ment of Flanders. At Eylau he was in the cem-etery where, for the space of two hours, the he-roic Captain Louis Hugo, the uncle of the authorof this book, sustained alone with his company ofeighty-three men every effort of the hostile army.Pontmercy was one of the three who emergedalive from that cemetery. He was at Friedland.Then he saw Moscow. Then La Beresina, thenLutzen, Bautzen, Dresden, Wachau, Leipzig, andthe defiles of Gelenhausen; then Montmirail, Cha-teau–Thierry, Craon, the banks of the Marne, thebanks of the Aisne, and the redoubtable positionof Laon. At Arnay–Le-Duc, being then a captain,he put ten Cossacks to the sword, and saved, nothis general, but his corporal. He was well slashedup on this occasion, and twenty-seven splinterswere extracted from his left arm alone. Eight daysbefore the capitulation of Paris he had just ex-changed with a comrade and entered the cavalry.He had what was called under the old regime, thedouble hand, that is to say, an equal aptitude forhandling the sabre or the musket as a soldier, or asquadron or a battalion as an officer. It is fromthis aptitude, perfected by a military education,which certain special branches of the service

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CHAPTER II

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OF THAT EPOCH

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CHAPTER III

REQUIESCANT

Madame de T.‘s salon was all that MariusPontmercy knew of the world. It was the onlyopening through which he could get a glimpse oflife. This opening was sombre, and more cold thanwarmth, more night than day, came to him throughthis skylight. This child, who had been all joy andlight on entering this strange world, soon becamemelancholy, and, what is still more contrary tohis age, grave. Surrounded by all those singularand imposing personages, he gazed about him withserious amazement. Everything conspired to in-crease this astonishment in him. There were inMadame de T.‘s salon some very noble ladiesnamed Mathan, Noe, Levis,— which was pro-nounced Levi,— Cambis, pronounced Cambyse.These antique visages and these Biblical namesmingled in the child’s mind with the Old Testa-ment which he was learning by heart, and whenthey were all there, seated in a circle around adying fire, sparely lighted by a lamp shaded withgreen, with their severe profiles, their gray orwhite hair, their long gowns of another age, whoselugubrious colors could not be distinguished, drop-ping, at rare intervals, words which were bothmajestic and severe, little Marius stared at themwith frightened eyes, in the conviction that hebeheld not women, but patriarchs and magi, notreal beings, but phantoms.


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With these phantoms, priests were sometimesmingled, frequenters of this ancient salon, andsome gentlemen; the Marquis de Sass***, privatesecretary to Madame de Berry, the Vicomte deVal**, who published, under the pseudonyme ofCharles–Antoine, monorhymed odes, the Princede Beauff******, who, though very young, had agray head and a pretty and witty wife, whose verylow-necked toilettes of scarlet velvet with goldtorsades alarmed these shadows, the Marquis deC***d’E*****, the man in all France who bestunderstood “proportioned politeness,” the Comted’Am****, the kindly man with the amiable chin,and the Chevalier de Port-deGuy, a pillar of thelibrary of the Louvre, called the King’s cabinet,M. de Port-deGuy, bald, and rather aged than old,was wont to relate that in 1793, at the age of six-teen, he had been put in the galleys as refractoryand chained with an octogenarian, the Bishop ofMirepoix, also refractory, but as a priest, whilehe was so in the capacity of a soldier. This was atToulon. Their business was to go at night andgather up on the scaffold the heads and bodies ofthe persons who had been guillotined during theday; they bore away on their backs these drippingcorpses, and their red galley-slave blouses had aclot of blood at the back of the neck, which wasdry in the morning and wet at night. These tragictales abounded in Madame de T.‘s salon, and bydint of cursing Marat, they applauded Trestaillon.Some deputies of the undiscoverable variety playedtheir whist there; M. Thibord du Chalard, M.Lemarchant de Gomicourt, and the celebratedscoffer of the right, M. Cornet–Dincourt. The bai-liff de Ferrette, with his short breeches and histhin legs, sometimes traversed this salon on hisway to M. de Talleyrand. He had been M. leComte d’Artois’ companion in pleasures and un-like Aristotle crouching under Campaspe, he hadmade the Guimard crawl on all fours, and in thatway he had exhibited to the ages a philosopheravenged by a bailiff. As for the priests, there wasthe Abbe Halma, the same to whom M. Larose,his collaborator on la Foudre, said: “Bah! Who isthere who is not fifty years old? a few greenhornsperhaps?” The Abbe Letourneur, preacher to theKing, the Abbe Frayssinous, who was not, as yet,either count, or bishop, or minister, or peer, andwho wore an old cassock whose buttons weremissing, and the Abbe Keravenant, Cure of Saint–Germain-des-Pres; also the Pope’s Nuncio, thenMonsignor Macchi, Archbishop of Nisibi, later onCardinal, remarkable for his long, pensive nose,and another Monsignor, entitled thus: AbbatePalmieri, domestic prelate, one of the seven par-ticipant prothonotaries of the Holy See, Canon ofthe illustrious Liberian basilica, Advocate of thesaints, Postulatore dei Santi, which refers to mat-ters of canonization, and signifies very nearly:Master of Requests of the section of Paradise.Lastly, two cardinals, M. de la Luzerne, and M.de Cl***** T******. The Cardinal of Luzernewas a writer and was destined to have, a few yearslater, the honor of signing in the Conservateur ar-ticles side by side with Chateaubriand; M. deCl***** T****** was Archbishop of Toul***, andoften made trips to Paris, to his nephew, the Mar-quis de T******, who was Minister of Marineand War. The Cardinal of Cl***** T****** wasa merry little man, who displayed his red stock-ings beneath his tucked-up cassock; his specialtywas a hatred of the Encyclopaedia, and his des-perate play at billiards, and persons who, at thatepoch, passed through the Rue M**** on sum-mer evenings, where the hotel de Cl***** T******then stood, halted to listen to the shock of the ballsand the piercing voice of the Cardinal shouting tohis conclavist, Monseigneur Cotiret, Bishop inpartibus of Caryste: “Mark, Abbe, I make a can-non.” The Cardinal de Cl***** T****** had beenbrought to Madame de T.‘s by his most intimatefriend, M. de Roquelaure, former Bishop ofSenlis, and one of the Forty. M. de Roquelaurewas notable for his lofty figure and his assiduityat the Academy; through the glass door of theneighboring hall of the library where the FrenchAcademy then held its meetings, the curiouscould, on every Tuesday, contemplate the Ex–Bishop of Senlis, usually standing erect, freshlypowdered, in violet hose, with his back turned tothe door, apparently for the purpose of allowing abetter view of his little collar. All these ecclesi-astics, though for the most part as much courtiersas churchmen, added to the gravity of the T. sa-lon, whose seigniorial aspect was accentuated byfive peers of France, the Marquis de Vib***, theMarquis de Tal**, the Marquis de Herb******,the Vicomte Damb**, and the Duc de Val*******.This Duc de Val*******, although Prince de

Mon**, that is to say a reigning prince abroad,had so high an idea of France and its peerage,that he viewed everything through their medium.It was he who said: “The Cardinals are the peersof France of Rome; the lords are the peers ofFrance of England.” Moreover, as it is indispens-able that the Revolution should be everywhere inthis century, this feudal salon was, as we havesaid, dominated by a bourgeois. M. Gillenormandreigned there.There lay the essence and quintessence of theParisian white society. There reputations, evenRoyalist reputations, were held in quarantine.There is always a trace of anarchy in renown.Chateaubriand, had he entered there, would haveproduced the effect of Pere Duchene. Some ofthe scoffed-at did, nevertheless, penetrate thitheron sufferance. Comte Beug** was received there,subject to correction.The “noble” salons of the present day no longerresemble those salons. The Faubourg Saint–Germain reeks of the fagot even now. The Royal-ists of today are demagogues, let us record it totheir credit.At Madame de T.‘s the society was superior, tastewas exquisite and haughty, under the cover of agreat show of politeness. Manners there admittedof all sorts of involuntary refinements which werethe old regime itself, buried but still alive. Someof these habits, especially in the matter of lan-guage, seem eccentric. Persons but superficiallyacquainted with them would have taken for pro-vincial that which was only antique. A womanwas called Madame la Generale. Madame laColonelle was not entirely disused. The charm-ing Madame de Leon, in memory, no doubt, ofthe Duchesses de Longueville and de Chevreuse,preferred this appellation to her title of Princesse.The Marquise de Crequy was also called Madamela Colonelle.It was this little high society which invented atthe Tuileries the refinement of speaking to the Kingin private as the King, in the third person, andnever as Your Majesty, the designation of YourMajesty having been “soiled by the usurper.”Men and deeds were brought to judgment there.They jeered at the age, which released them fromthe necessity of understanding it. They abettedeach other in amazement. They communicatedto each other that modicum of light which theypossessed. Methuselah bestowed information onEpimenides. The deaf man made the blind manacquainted with the course of things. They de-clared that the time which had elasped sinceCoblentz had not existed. In the same manner thatLouis XVIII. was by the grace of God, in the fiveand twentieth year of his reign, the emigrantswere, by rights, in the five and twentieth year oftheir adolescence.All was harmonious; nothing was too much alive;speech hardly amounted to a breath; the newspa-pers, agreeing with the salons, seemed a papy-rus. There were some young people, but they wererather dead. The liveries in the antechamber wereantiquated. These utterly obsolete personageswere served by domestics of the same stamp.They all had the air of having lived a long timeago, and of obstinately resisting the sepulchre.Nearly the whole dictionary consisted of Con-server, Conservation, Conservateur; to be in goododor,— that was the point. There are, in fact, aro-matics in the opinions of these venerable groups,and their ideas smelled of it. It was a mummifiedsociety. The masters were embalmed, the ser-vants were stuffed with straw.A worthy old marquise, an emigree and ruined,who had but a solitary maid, continued to say:“My people.”What did they do in Madame de T.‘s salon? Theywere ultra.To be ultra; this word, although what it representsmay not have disappeared, has no longer anymeaning at the present day. Let us explain it.To be ultra is to go beyond. It is to attack thesceptre in the name of the throne, and the mitrein the name of the attar; it is to ill-treat the thingwhich one is dragging, it is to kick over the traces;it is to cavil at the fagot on the score of the amountof cooking received by heretics; it is to reproachthe idol with its small amount of idolatry; it is toinsult through excess of respect; it is to discoverthat the Pope is not sufficiently papish, that theKing is not sufficiently royal, and that the nighthas too much light; it is to be discontented withalabaster, with snow, with the swan and the lilyin the name of whiteness; it is to be a partisan ofthings to the point of becoming their enemy; it isto be so strongly for, as to be against.The ultra spirit especially characterizes the firstphase of the Restoration.

Nothing in history resembles that quarter of anhour which begins in 1814 and terminates about1820, with the advent of M. de Villele, the practi-cal man of the Right. These six years were anextraordinary moment; at one and the same timebrilliant and gloomy, smiling and sombre, illumi-nated as by the radiance of dawn and entirely cov-ered, at the same time, with the shadows of thegreat catastrophes which still filled the horizonand were slowly sinking into the past. There ex-isted in that light and that shadow, a complete littlenew and old world, comic and sad, juvenile andsenile, which was rubbing its eyes; nothing re-sembles an awakening like a return; a group whichregarded France with ill-temper, and which Franceregarded with irony; good old owls of marquisesby the streetful, who had returned, and of ghosts,the “former” subjects of amazement at every-thing, brave and noble gentlemen who smiled atbeing in France but wept also, delighted to beholdtheir country once more, in despair at not findingtheir monarchy; the nobility of the Crusades treat-ing the nobility of the Empire, that is to say, thenobility of the sword, with scorn; historic raceswho had lost the sense of history; the sons of thecompanions of Charlemagne disdaining the com-panions of Napoleon. The swords, as we have justremarked, returned the insult; the sword ofFontenoy was laughable and nothing but a scrapof rusty iron; the sword of Marengo was odiousand was only a sabre. Former days did not recog-nize Yesterday. People no longer had the feelingfor what was grand. There was some one whocalled Bonaparte Scapin. This Society no longerexists. Nothing of it, we repeat, exists today. Whenwe select from it some one figure at random, andattempt to make it live again in thought, it seemsas strange to us as the world before the Deluge. Itis because it, too, as a matter of fact, has beenengulfed in a deluge. It has disappeared beneathtwo Revolutions. What billows are ideas! Howquickly they cover all that it is their mission todestroy and to bury, and how promptly they cre-ate frightful gulfs!Such was the physiognomy of the salons of thosedistant and candid times when M. Martainvillehad more wit than Voltaire.These salons had a literature and politics of theirown. They believed in Fievee. M. Agier laid downthe law in them. They commentated M. Colnet,the old bookseller and publicist of the QuayMalaquais. Napoleon was to them thoroughly theCorsican Ogre. Later on the introduction into his-tory of M. le Marquis de Bonaparte, Lieutenant–General of the King’s armies, was a concessionto the spirit of the age.These salons did not long preserve their purity.Beginning with 1818, doctrinarians began to springup in them, a disturbing shade. Their way was tobe Royalists and to excuse themselves for beingso. Where the ultras were very proud, thedoctrinarians were rather ashamed. They had wit;they had silence; their political dogma was suit-ably impregnated with arrogance; they shouldhave succeeded. They indulged, and usefully too,in excesses in the matter of white neckties andtightly buttoned coats. The mistake or the misfor-tune of the doctrinarian party was to create agedyouth. They assumed the poses of wise men. Theydreamed of engrafting a temperate power on theabsolute and excessive principle. They opposed,and sometimes with rare intelligence, conserva-tive liberalism to the liberalism which demolishes.They were heard to say: “Thanks for Royalism!It has rendered more than one service. It hasbrought back tradition, worship, religion, respect.It is faithful, brave, chivalric, loving, devoted. Ithas mingled, though with regret, the secular gran-deurs of the monarchy with the new grandeurs ofthe nation. Its mistake is not to understand theRevolution, the Empire, glory, liberty, young ideas,young generations, the age. But this mistake whichit makes with regard to us,— have we not some-times been guilty of it towards them? The Revo-lution, whose heirs we are, ought to be intelligenton all points. To attack Royalism is a miscon-struction of liberalism. What an error! And whatblindness! Revolutionary France is wanting in re-spect towards historic France, that is to say, to-wards its mother, that is to say, towards itself.After the 5th of September, the nobility of themonarchy is treated as the nobility of the Empirewas treated after the 5th of July. They were un-just to the eagle, we are unjust to the fleur-delys.It seems that we must always have something toproscribe! Does it serve any purpose to ungild thecrown of Louis XIV., to scrape the coat of armsof Henry IV.? We scoff at M. de Vaublanc forerasing the N’s from the bridge of Jena! Whatwas it that he did? What are we doing? Bouvines

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belongs to us as well as Marengo. The fleurs-delysare ours as well as the N’s. That is our patrimony.To what purpose shall we diminish it? We mustnot deny our country in the past any more than inthe present. Why not accept the whole of history?Why not love the whole of France?”It is thus that doctrinarians criticised and protectedRoyalism, which was displeased at criticism andfurious at protection.The ultras marked the first epoch of Royalism,congregation characterized the second. Skill fol-lows ardor. Let us confine ourselves here to thissketch.In the course of this narrative, the author of thisbook has encountered in his path this curious mo-ment of contemporary history; he has been forcedto cast a passing glance upon it, and to trace oncemore some of the singular features of this societywhich is unknown today. But he does it rapidlyand without any bitter or derisive idea. Souvenirsboth respectful and affectionate, for they touchhis mother, attach him to this past. Moreover, letus remark, this same petty world had a grandeurof its own. One may smile at it, but one can nei-ther despise nor hate it. It was the France of formerdays.Marius Pontmercy pursued some studies, as allchildren do. When he emerged from the hands ofAunt Gillenormand, his grandfather confided himto a worthy professor of the most purely classicinnocence. This young soul which was expandingpassed from a prude to a vulgar pedant.Marius went through his years of college, then heentered the law school. He was a Royalist, fa-natical and severe. He did not love his grandfa-ther much, as the latter’s gayety and cynicismrepelled him, and his feelings towards his fatherwere gloomy.He was, on the whole, a cold and ardent, noble,generous, proud, religious, enthusiastic lad; dig-nified to harshness, pure to shyness.

CHAPTER IV

END OF THE BRIGAND

The conclusion of Marius’ classical studies coin-cided with M. Gillenormand’s departure fromsociety. The old man bade farewell to theFaubourg Saint–Germain and to Madame de T.‘ssalon, and established himself in the Mardis, inhis house of the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. Therehe had for servants, in addition to the porter, thatchambermaid, Nicolette, who had succeeded toMagnon, and that short-breathed and pursyBasque, who have been mentioned above.In 1827, Marius had just attained his seventeenthyear. One evening, on his return home, he sawhis grandfather holding a letter in his hand.“Marius,” said M. Gillenormand, “you will setout for Vernon tomorrow.”“Why?” said Marius.“To see your father.”Marius was seized with a trembling fit. He hadthought of everything except this — that he shouldone day be called upon to see his father. Nothingcould be more unexpected, more surprising, and,let us admit it, more disagreeable to him. It wasforcing estrangement into reconciliation. It wasnot an affliction, but it was an unpleasant duty.Marius, in addition to his motives of political an-tipathy, was convinced that his father, the slasher,as M. Gillenormand called him on his amiabledays, did not love him; this was evident, since hehad abandoned him to others. Feeling that he wasnot beloved, he did not love. “Nothing is moresimple,” he said to himself.He was so astounded that he did not question M.Gillenormand. The grandfather resumed:—“It appears that he is ill. He demands your pres-ence.”And after a pause, he added:—“Set out tomorrow morning. I think there is a coachwhich leaves the Cour des Fontaines at sixo’clock, and which arrives in the evening. Takeit. He says that here is haste.”Then he crushed the letter in his hand and thrust itinto his pocket. Marius might have set out thatvery evening and have been with his father on thefollowing morning. A diligence from the Rue duBouloi took the trip to Rouen by night at that date,and passed through Vernon. Neither Marius norM.Gillenormand thought of making inquiriesabout it.The next day, at twilight, Marius reached Vernon.People were just beginning to light their candles.He asked the first person whom he met for “M.Pontmercy’s house.” For in his own mind, heagreed with the Restoration, and like it, did notrecognize his father’s claim to the title of eithercolonel or baron.


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The house was pointed out to him. He rang; awoman with a little lamp in her hand opened thedoor.“M. Pontmercy?” said Marius.The woman remained motionless.“Is this his house?” demanded Marius.The woman nodded affirmatively.“Can I speak with him?”The woman shook her head.“But I am his son!” persisted Marius. “He is ex-pecting me.”“He no longer expects you,” said the woman.Then he perceived that she was weeping.She pointed to the door of a room on the ground-floor; he entered.In that room, which was lighted by a tallow candlestanding on the chimney-piece, there were threemen, one standing erect, another kneeling, andone lying at full length, on the floor in his shirt.The one on the floor was the colonel.The other two were the doctor, and the priest, whowas engaged in prayer.The colonel had been attacked by brain fever threedays previously. As he had a foreboding of evil atthe very beginning of his illness, he had written toM. Gillenormand to demand his son. The maladyhad grown worse. On the very evening of Marius’arrival at Vernon, the colonel had had an attackof delirium; he had risen from his bed, in spite ofthe servant’s efforts to prevent him, crying: “Myson is not coming! I shall go to meet him!” Thenhe ran out of his room and fell prostrate on thefloor of the antechamber. He had just expired.The doctor had been summoned, and the cure.The doctor had arrived too late. The son had alsoarrived too late.By the dim light of the candle, a large tear couldbe distinguished on the pale and prostrate colonel’scheek, where it had trickled from his dead eye.The eye was extinguished, but the tear was notyet dry. That tear was his son’s delay.Marius gazed upon that man whom he beheld forthe first time, on that venerable and manly face,on those open eyes which saw not, on those whitelocks, those robust limbs, on which, here andthere, brown lines, marking sword-thrusts, and asort of red stars, which indicated bullet-holes, werevisible. He contemplated that gigantic sear whichstamped heroism on that countenance upon whichGod had imprinted goodness. He reflected thatthis man was his father, and that this man wasdead, and a chill ran over him.The sorrow which he felt was the sorrow whichhe would have felt in the presence of any otherman whom he had chanced to behold stretchedout in death.Anguish, poignant anguish, was in that chamber.The servant-woman was lamenting in a corner,the cure was praying, and his sobs were audible,the doctor was wiping his eyes; the corpse itselfwas weeping.The doctor, the priest, and the woman gazed atMarius in the midst of their affliction without ut-tering a word; he was the stranger there. Marius,who was far too little affected, felt ashamed andembarrassed at his own attitude; he held his hatin his hand; and he dropped it on the floor, in orderto produce the impression that grief had deprivedhim of the strength to hold it.At the same time, he experienced remorse, andhe despised himself for behaving in this manner.But was it his fault? He did not love his father?Why should he!The colonel had left nothing. The sale of big fur-niture barely paid the expenses of his burial.The servant found a scrap of paper, which shehanded to Marius. It contained the following, inthe colonel’s handwriting:—“For my son.— The Emperor made me a Baronon the battle-field of Waterloo. Since the Resto-ration disputes my right to this title which I pur-chased with my blood, my son shall take it andbear it. That he will be worthy of it is a matter ofcourse.” Below, the colonel had added: “At thatsame battle of Waterloo, a sergeant saved my life.The man’s name was Thenardier. I think that hehas recently been keeping a little inn, in a villagein the neighborhood of Paris, at Chelles orMontfermeil. If my son meets him, he will do allthe good he can to Thenardier.”Marius took this paper and preserved it, not out ofduty to his father, but because of that vague re-spect for death which is always imperious in theheart of man.Nothing remained of the colonel. M. Gillenormandhad his sword and uniform sold to an old-clothesdealer. The neighbors devastated the garden andpillaged the rare flowers. The other plants turnedto nettles and weeds, and died.

the Republic and the Empire, the Memorial deSainte–Helene, all the memoirs, all the newspa-pers, the bulletins, the proclamations; he devouredeverything. The first time that he came across hisfather’s name in the bulletins of the grand army,he had a fever for a week. He went to see thegenerals under whom Georges Pontmercy hadserved, among others, Comte H. Church-wardenMabeuf, whom he went to see again, told himabout the life at Vernon, the colonel’s retreat, hisflowers, his solitude. Marius came to a full knowl-edge of that rare, sweet, and sublime man, thatspecies of lion-lamb who had been his father.In the meanwhile, occupied as he was with thisstudy which absorbed all his moments as well ashis thoughts, he hardly saw the Gillenormands atall. He made his appearance at meals; then theysearched for him, and he was not to be found.Father Gillenormand smiled. “Bah! bah! He isjust of the age for the girls!” Sometimes the oldman added: “The deuce! I thought it was only anaffair of gallantry, It seems that it is an affair ofpassion!”It was a passion, in fact. Marius was on the highroad to adoring his father.At the same time, his ideas underwent an extraor-dinary change. The phases of this change werenumerous and successive. As this is the history ofmany minds of our day, we think it will proveuseful to follow these phases step by step and toindicate them all.That history upon which he had just cast his eyesappalled him.The first effect was to dazzle him.Up to that time, the Republic, the Empire, hadbeen to him only monstrous words. The Repub-lic, a guillotine in the twilight; the Empire, a swordin the night. He had just taken a look at it, andwhere he had expected to find only a chaos ofshadows, he had beheld, with a sort of unprec-edented surprise, mingled with fear and joy, starssparkling, Mirabeau, Vergniaud, Saint–Just,Robespierre, Camille, Desmoulins, Danton, anda sun arise, Napoleon. He did not know where hestood. He recoiled, blinded by the brilliant lights.Little by little, when his astonishment had passedoff, he grew accustomed to this radiance, he con-templated these deeds without dizziness, he ex-amined these personages without terror; the Revo-lution and the Empire presented themselves lu-minously, in perspective, before his mind’s eye;he beheld each of these groups of events and ofmen summed up in two tremendous facts: theRepublic in the sovereignty of civil right restoredto the masses, the Empire in the sovereignty ofthe French idea imposed on Europe; he beheldthe grand figure of the people emerge from theRevolution, and the grand figure of France springforth from the Empire. He asserted in his con-science, that all this had been good. What hisdazzled state neglected in this, his first far toosynthetic estimation, we do not think it necessaryto point out here. It is the state of a mind on themarch that we are recording. Progress is not ac-complished in one stage. That stated, once for all,in connection with what precedes as well as withwhat is to follow, we continue.He then perceived that, up to that moment, hehad comprehended his country no more than hehad comprehended his father. He had not knowneither the one or the other, and a sort of voluntarynight had obscured his eyes. Now he saw, and onthe one hand he admired, while on the other headored.He was filled with regret and remorse, and hereflected in despair that all he had in his soul couldnow be said only to the tomb. Oh! if his fatherhad still been in existence, if he had still had him,if God, in his compassion and his goodness, hadpermitted his father to be still among the living,how he would have run, how he would have pre-cipitated himself, how he would have cried to hisfather: “Father! Here I am! It is I! I have the sameheart as thou! I am thy son!” How he would haveembraced that white head, bathed his hair in tears,gazed upon his scar, pressed his hands, adoredhis garment, kissed his feet! Oh! Why had hisfather died so early, before his time, before thejustice, the love of his son had come to him?Marius had a continual sob in his heart, whichsaid to him every moment: “Alas!” At the sametime, he became more truly serious, more trulygrave, more sure of his thought and his faith. Ateach instant, gleams of the true came to com-plete his reason. An inward growth seemed to bein progress within him. He was conscious of asort of natural enlargement, which gave him twothings that were new to him — his father and hiscountry.As everything opens when one has a key, so he

explained to himself that which he had hated, hepenetrated that which he had abhorred; henceforthhe plainly perceived the providential, divine andhuman sense of the great things which he had beentaught to detest, and of the great men whom hehad been instructed to curse. When he reflectedon his former opinions, which were but those ofyesterday, and which, nevertheless, seemed to himalready so very ancient, he grew indignant, yet hesmiled.From the rehabilitation of his father, he naturallypassed to the rehabilitation of Napoleon.But the latter, we will confess, was not effectedwithout labor.From his infancy, he had been imbued with thejudgments of the party of 1814, on Bonaparte.Now, all the prejudices of the Restoration, all itsinterests, all its instincts tended to disfigure Na-poleon. It execrated him even more than it didRobespierre. It had very cleverly turned to suffi-ciently good account the fatigue of the nation, andthe hatred of mothers. Bonaparte had become analmost fabulous monster, and in order to paint himto the imagination of the people, which, as welately pointed out, resembles the imagination ofchildren, the party of 1814 made him appear un-der all sorts of terrifying masks in succession, fromthat which is terrible though it remains grandioseto that which is terrible and becomes grotesque,from Tiberius to the bugaboo. Thus, in speakingof Bonaparte, one was free to sob or to puff upwith laughter, provided that hatred lay at the bot-tom. Marius had never entertained — about thatman, as he was called — any other ideas in hismind. They had combined with the tenacity whichexisted in his nature. There was in him a head-strong little man who hated Napoleon.On reading history, on studying him, especially inthe documents and materials for history, the veilwhich concealed Napoleon from the eyes ofMarius was gradually rent. He caught a glimpseof something immense, and he suspected that hehad been deceived up to that moment, on the scoreof Bonaparte as about all the rest; each day hesaw more distinctly; and he set about mounting,slowly, step by step, almost regretfully in the be-ginning, then with intoxication and as though at-tracted by an irresistible fascination, first the som-bre steps, then the vaguely illuminated steps, atlast the luminous and splendid steps of enthusi-asm.One night, he was alone in his little chamber nearthe roof. His candle was burning; he was reading,with his elbows resting on his table close to theopen window. All sorts of reveries reached himfrom space, and mingled with his thoughts. Whata spectacle is the night! One hears dull sounds,without knowing whence they proceed; one be-holds Jupiter, which is twelve hundred times largerthan the earth, glowing like a firebrand, the azureis black, the stars shine; it is formidable.He was perusing the bulletins of the grand army,those heroic strophes penned on the field of battle;there, at intervals, he beheld his father’s name,always the name of the Emperor; the whole ofthat great Empire presented itself to him; he felta flood swelling and rising within him; it seemedto him at moments that his father passed close tohim like a breath, and whispered in his ear; hegradually got into a singular state; he thought thathe heard drums, cannon, trumpets, the measuredtread of battalions, the dull and distant gallop ofthe cavalry; from time to time, his eyes wereraised heavenward, and gazed upon the colossalconstellations as they gleamed in the measure-less depths of space, then they fell upon his bookonce more, and there they beheld other colossalthings moving confusedly. His heart contractedwithin him. He was in a transport, trembling, pant-ing. All at once, without himself knowing whatwas in him, and what impulse he was obeying, hesprang to his feet, stretched both arms out of thewindow, gazed intently into the gloom, the silence,the infinite darkness, the eternal immensity, andexclaimed: “Long live the Emperor!”From that moment forth, all was over; the Ogreof Corsica,— the usurper,— the tyrant,— themonster who was the lover of his own sisters,—the actor who took lessons of Talma,— the poi-soner of Jaffa,— the tiger,— Buonaparte,— allthis vanished, and gave place in his mind to avague and brilliant radiance in which shone, at aninaccessible height, the pale marble phantom ofCaesar. The Emperor had been for his father onlythe well-beloved captain whom one admires, forwhom one sacrifices one’s self; he was some-thing more to Marius. He was the predestinedconstructor of the French group, succeeding theRoman group in the domination of the universe.

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Marius remained only forty-eight hours at Vernon.After the interment he returned to Paris, and ap-plied himself again to his law studies, with nomore thought of his father than if the latter hadnever lived. In two days the colonel was buried,and in three forgotten.Marius wore crape on his hat. That was all.

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CHAPTER V

THE UTILITY OF GOING TO MASS, IN

ORDER TO BECOME A REVOLUTIONIST

Marius had preserved the religious habits of hischildhood. One Sunday, when he went to hearmass at Saint–Sulpice, at that same chapel of theVirgin whither his aunt had led him when a smalllad, he placed himself behind a pillar, being moreabsent-minded and thoughtful than usual on thatoccasion, and knelt down, without paying any spe-cial heed, upon a chair of Utrecht velvet, on theback of which was inscribed this name: MonsieurMabeuf, warden. Mass had hardly begun whenan old man presented himself and said toMarius:—“This is my place, sir.”Marius stepped aside promptly, and the old mantook possession of his chair.The mass concluded, Marius still stood thought-fully a few paces distant; the old man approachedhim again and said:—“I beg your pardon, sir, for having disturbed you awhile ago, and for again disturbing you at thismoment; you must have thought me intrusive, andI will explain myself.”“There is no need of that, Sir,” said Marius.“Yes!” went on the old man, “I do not wish you tohave a bad opinion of me. You see, I am attachedto this place. It seems to me that the mass is bet-ter from here. Why? I will tell you. It is from thisplace, that I have watched a poor, brave fathercome regularly, every two or three months, forthe last ten years, since he had no other opportu-nity and no other way of seeing his child, becausehe was prevented by family arrangements. Hecame at the hour when he knew that his son wouldbe brought to mass. The little one never suspectedthat his father was there. Perhaps he did not evenknow that he had a father, poor innocent! The fa-ther kept behind a pillar, so that he might not beseen. He gazed at his child and he wept. He adoredthat little fellow, poor man! I could see that. Thisspot has become sanctified in my sight, and I havecontracted a habit of coming hither to listen to themass. I prefer it to the stall to which I have aright, in my capacity of warden. I knew that un-happy gentleman a little, too. He had a father-inlaw, a wealthy aunt, relatives, I don’t know ex-actly what all, who threatened to disinherit thechild if he, the father, saw him. He sacrificed him-self in order that his son might be rich and happysome day. He was separated from him becauseof political opinions. Certainly, I approve of po-litical opinions, but there are people who do notknow where to stop. Mon Dieu! a man is not amonster because he was at Waterloo; a father isnot separated from his child for such a reason asthat. He was one of Bonaparte’s colonels. He isdead, I believe. He lived at Vernon, where I havea brother who is a cure, and his name was some-thing like Pontmarie or Montpercy. He had a finesword-cut, on my honor.”“Pontmercy,” suggested Marius, turning pale.“Precisely, Pontmercy. Did you know him?”“Sir,” said Marius, “he was my father.”The old warden clasped his hands and ex-claimed:—“Ah! you are the child! Yes, that’s true, he mustbe a man by this time. Well! poor child, you maysay that you had a father who loved you dearly!”Marius offered his arm to the old man and con-ducted him to his lodgings.On the following day, he said to M.Gillenormand:—“I have arranged a hunting-party with somefriends. Will you permit me to be absent for threedays?”“Four!” replied his grandfather. “Go and amuseyourself.”And he said to his daughter in a low tone, andwith a wink, “Some love affair!”

CHAPTER VI

THE CONSEQUENCES OF

HAVING MET A WARDEN

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of cotton after another, one of those embroideriesof the Empire and the Restoration, in which thereare numerous cart-wheels. The work was clumsy,the worker cross. She had been seated at this forseveral hours when the door opened. Mademoi-selle Gillenormand raised her nose. LieutenantTheodule stood before her, making the regulationsalute. She uttered a cry of delight. One may beold, one may be a prude, one may be pious, onemay be an aunt, but it is always agreeable to seea lancer enter one’s chamber.“You here, Theodule!” she exclaimed.“On my way through town, aunt.”“Embrace me.”“Here goes!” said Theodule.And he kissed her. Aunt Gillenormand went toher writing-desk and opened it.“You will remain with us a week at least?”“I leave this very evening, aunt.”“It is not possible!”“Mathematically!”“Remain, my little Theodule, I beseech you.”“My heart says ‘yes,’ but my orders say ‘no.’ Thematter is simple. They are changing our garrison;we have been at Melun, we are being transferredto Gaillon. It is necessary to pass through Paris inorder to get from the old post to the new one. Isaid: ‘I am going to see my aunt.’”“Here is something for your trouble.”And she put ten louis into his hand.“For my pleasure, you mean to say, my dearaunt.”Theodule kissed her again, and she experiencedthe joy of having some of the skin scratched fromher neck by the braidings on his uniform.“Are you making the journey on horseback, withyour regiment?” she asked him.“No, aunt. I wanted to see you. I have specialpermission. My servant is taking my horse; I amtravelling by diligence. And, by the way, I wantto ask you something.”“What is it?”“Is my cousin Marius Pontmercy travelling so,too?”“How do you know that?” said his aunt, suddenlypricked to the quick with a lively curiosity.“On my arrival, I went to the diligence to engagemy seat in the coupe.”“Well?”

Royalist, when he had become thoroughly a revo-lutionist, profoundly democratic and republican,he went to an engraver on the Quai des Orfevresand ordered a hundred cards bearing this name:Le Baron Marius Pontmercy.This was only the strictly logical consequence ofthe change which had taken place in him, a changein which everything gravitated round his father.Only, as he did not know any one and could notsow his cards with any porter, he put them in hispocket.By another natural consequence, in proportion ashe drew nearer to his father, to the latter’smemory, and to the things for which the colonelhad fought five and twenty years before, he re-ceded from his grandfather. We have long agosaid, that M. Gillenormand’s temper did not pleasehim. There already existed between them all thedissonances of the grave young man and the frivo-lous old man. The gayety of Geronte shocks andexasperates the melancholy of Werther. So longas the same political opinions and the same ideashad been common to them both, Marius had metM. Gillenormand there as on a bridge. When thebridge fell, an abyss was formed. And then, overand above all, Marius experienced unutterableimpulses to revolt, when he reflected that it wasM. Gillenormand who had, from stupid motives,torn him ruthlessly from the colonel, thus depriv-ing the father of the child, and the child of thefather.By dint of pity for his father, Marius had nearlyarrived at aversion for his grandfather.Nothing of this sort, however, was betrayed onthe exterior, as we have already said. Only hegrew colder and colder; laconic at meals, and rarein the house. When his aunt scolded him for it, hewas very gentle and alleged his studies, his lec-tures, the examinations, etc., as a pretext. Hisgrandfather never departed from his infallible di-agnosis: “In love! I know all about it.”From time to time Marius absented himself.“Where is it that he goes off like this?” said hisaunt.On one of these trips, which were always verybrief, he went to Montfermeil, in order to obeythe injunction which his father had left him, andhe sought the old sergeant to Waterloo, the inn-keeper Thenardier. Thenardier had failed, the innwas closed, and no one knew what had becomeof him. Marius was away from the house for four

days on this quest.“He is getting decidedly wild,” said his grandfa-ther.They thought they had noticed that he wore some-thing on his breast, under his shirt, which was at-tached to his neck by a black ribbon.

He was a prodigious architect, of a destruction,the continuer of Charlemagne, of Louis XI., ofHenry IV., of Richelieu, of Louis XIV., and of theCommittee of Public Safety, having his spots, nodoubt, his faults, his crimes even, being a man,that is to say; but august in his faults, brilliant inhis spots, powerful in his crime.He was the predestined man, who had forced allnations to say: “The great nation!” He was betterthan that, he was the very incarnation of France,conquering Europe by the sword which he grasped,and the world by the light which he shed. Mariussaw in Bonaparte the dazzling spectre which willalways rise upon the frontier, and which will guardthe future. Despot but dictator; a despot resultingfrom a republic and summing up a revolution.Napoleon became for him the man-people as JesusChrist is the man-God.It will be perceived, that like all new converts toa religion, his conversion intoxicated him, hehurled himself headlong into adhesion and he wenttoo far. His nature was so constructed; once onthe downward slope, it was almost impossible forhim to put on the drag. Fanaticism for the swordtook possession of him, and complicated in hismind his enthusiasm for the idea. He did not per-ceive that, along with genius, and pell-mell, hewas admitting force, that is to say, that he wasinstalling in two compartments of his idolatry, onthe one hand that which is divine, on the otherthat which is brutal. In many respects, he had setabout deceiving himself otherwise. He admittedeverything. There is a way of encountering errorwhile on one’s way to the truth. He had a violentsort of good faith which took everything in thelump. In the new path which he had entered on, injudging the mistakes of the old regime, as in mea-suring the glory of Napoleon, he neglected theattenuating circumstances.At all events, a tremendous step had been taken.Where he had formerly beheld the fall of themonarchy, he now saw the advent of France. Hisorientation had changed. What had been his Eastbecame the West. He had turned squarely round.All these revolutions were accomplished withinhim, without his family obtaining an inkling ofthe case.When, during this mysterious labor, he had en-tirely shed his old Bourbon and ultra skin, whenhe had cast off the aristocrat, the Jacobite and the ●●●●● To Be Continued Next Week

CHAPTER VII

SOME PETTICOAT

We have mentioned a lancer.He was a great-grand-nephew of M.Gillenormand, on the paternal side, who led agarrison life, outside the family and far from thedomestic hearth. Lieutenant TheoduleGillenormand fulfilled all the conditions requiredto make what is called a fine officer. He had “alady’s waist,” a victorious manner of trailing hissword and of twirling his mustache in a hook. Hevisited Paris very rarely, and so rarely that Mariushad never seen him. The cousins knew each otheronly by name. We think we have said thatTheodule was the favorite of Aunt Gillenormand,who preferred him because she did not see him.Not seeing people permits one to attribute to themall possible perfections.One morning, Mademoiselle Gillenormand theelder returned to her apartment as much disturbedas her placidity was capable of allowing. Mariushad just asked his grandfather’s permission to takea little trip, adding that he meant to set out thatvery evening. “Go!” had been his grandfather’sreply, and M. Gillenormand had added in an aside,as he raised his eyebrows to the top of his fore-head: “Here he is passing the night out again.”Mademoiselle Gillenormand had ascended to herchamber greatly puzzled, and on the staircase haddropped this exclamation: “This is too much!”—and this interrogation: “But where is it that hegoes?” She espied some adventure of the heart,more or less illicit, a woman in the shadow, arendezvous, a mystery, and she would not havebeen sorry to thrust her spectacles into the affair.Tasting a mystery resembles getting the first fla-vor of a scandal; sainted souls do not detest this.There is some curiosity about scandal in the se-cret compartments of bigotry.So she was the prey of a vague appetite for learn-ing a history.In order to get rid of this curiosity which agitatedher a little beyond her wont, she took refuge inher talents, and set about scalloping, with one layer


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