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estry； was less lugubrious than the two personages who held up the hideous blazon and who seemed to be whispering to each other in the shadow。
At the bottom of the panel in a corner was the date： 1503。
V。 THE EASTER DAISY。
May 29； 1841。
A few days ago I was passing along the Rue de Chartres。* A palisade of boards； which linked two islands of high six…story houses； attracted my attention。 It threw upon the pavement a shadow which the sunshine； penetrating between the badly joined boards； striped with beautiful parallel streaks of gold； such as one sees on the fine black satins of the Renaissance。 I strolled over to it and peered through the cracks。
* The little Rue de Chartres was situated on the site now occupied by the Pavilion de Rohan。 It extended from the open ground of the Carrousel to the Place du Palais…Royal。 The old Vaudeville Theatre was situated in it。
This palisade encloses the site on which was built the Vaudeville Theatre； that was destroyed by fire two years ago； in June； 1839。
It was two o'clock in the afternoon； the sun shone hotly； the street was deserted。
A sort of house door； painted grey； still ornamented with rococo carving and which a hundred years ago probably was the entrance to the boudoir of some little mistress； had been adjusted to the palisade。 There was only a latch to raise； and I entered the enclosure。
Nothing could be sadder or more desolate。 A chalky soil。 Here and there blocks of stone that the masons had begun to work upon； but had abandoned； and which were at once white as the stones of sepulchres and mouldy as the stones of ruins。 No one in the enclosure。 On the walls of the neighbouring houses traces of flame and smoke still visible。
However； since the catastrophe two successive springtides had softened the ground； and in a corner of the trapezium； behind an enormous stone that was becoming tinted with the green of moss； and beneath which were haunts of woodlice； millepeds； and other insects； a little patch of grass had grown in the shadow。
I sat on the stone and bent over the grass。
Oh！ my goodness！ there was the prettiest little Easter daisy in the world； and flitting about it was a charming microscopical gnat。
This flower of the fields was growing peaceably and in accordance with the sweet law of nature； in the open； in the centre of Paris； between a couple of streets； two paces from the Palais…Royal； four paces from the Carrousel； amid passers…by； omnibuses and the King's carriages。
This wild flower； neighbour of the pavement； opened up a wide field of thought。 Who could have foreseen； two years ago； that a daisy would be growing on this spot！ If； as on the ground adjoining； there had never been anything but houses； that is to say； proprietors； tenants； and hail porters； careful residents extinguishing candle and fire at night before going to sleep； never would there have been a wild flower here。
How many things； how many plays that failed or were applauded； how many ruined families； how many incidents； how many adventures； how many catastrophes were summed up in this flower！ To all those who lived upon the crowd that was nightly summoned here； what a spectre this flower would have been had it appeared to them two years ago！ What a labyrinth is destiny and what mysterious combinations there were that led up to the advent of this enchanting little yellow sun with its white rays。 It required a theatre and a conflagration； which are the gaiety and the terror of a city； one of the most joyous inventions of man and one of the most terrible visitations of God； bursts of laughter for thirty years and whirlwinds of flame for thirty horn's to produce this Easter daisy； the de… light of a gnat。
THEATER
I。 JOANNY。 II。 MADEMOISELLE MARS。 III。 FREDERICK LEMAITRE。 IV。 THE COMIQUES。 V。 MADEMOISELLE GEORGES。 VI。 TABLEAUX VIVANTS。
THEATRE
JOANNY。
March 7； 1830； Midnight。
They have been playing 〃Hernani〃 at the Théatre…Fran？ais since February 25。 The receipts for each performance have been five thousand francs。 The public every night hisses all the verses。 It is a rare uproar。 The parterre hoots； the boxes burst with laughter。 The actors are abashed and hostile； most of them ridicule what they have to say。 The press has been practically unanimous every morning in making fun of the piece and the author。 If I enter a reading room I cannot pick up a paper without seeing： 〃Absurd as 〃Hernani〃； silly； false； bombastic； pretentious； extravagant and nonsensical as 〃Hernani〃。〃 If I venture into the corridors of the theatre while the performance is in progress I see spectators issue from their boxes and slam the doors indignantly。 Mlle。 Mars plays her part honestly and faithfully； but laughs at it； even in my presence。 Michelot plays his resignedly and laughs at it behind my back。 There is not a scene shifter； not a super； not a lamp lighter but points his finger at me。
To…day I dined with Joanny； who had invited me。 Joanny plays Ruy Gomez。 He lives at No。 1 Rue du Jardinet； with a young seminarist； his nephew。 The dinner party was sober and cordial。 There were some journalists there； among others M。 Merle； the husband of Mme。 Dorval。 After dinner； Joanny； who has the most beautiful white hair in the world； rose； filled his glass； turned towards me。 I was on his right hand。 Here literally is what he said to me； I have just returned home and I write his words：
〃Monsieur Victor Hugo； the old man； now unknown； who two hundred years ago filled the role of Don Diègue in 〃Le Cid〃 was not more penetrated with respect and admiration in presence of the great Corneille than the old man who plays Don Buy Gomez is to…day in your presence。〃
MADEMOISELLE MARS。
In her last illness Mlle。 Mars was often delirious。 One evening the doctor arrived。 She was in the throes of a high fever； and her mind was wandering。 She prattled about the theatre； her mother； her daughter； her niece Georgina； about all that she held dear； she laughed； wept； screamed； sighed deeply。
The doctor approached her bed and said to her： 〃Dear lady； calm yourself； it is I。〃 She did not recognise him and her mind continued to wander。 He went on： 〃Come； show me your tongue； open your mouth。〃 Mlle。 Mars gazed at him； opened her mouth and said： 〃Here； look。 Oh！ all my teeth are my very own！〃
Célimène still lived。
FREDERICK LEMAITRE。
Frédérick Lemaitre is cross； morose and kind。 He lives in retirement with his children and his mistress； who at present is Mlle。 Clarisse Miroy。
Frédérick likes the table。 He never invites anybody to dinner except Porcher； the chief of the claque。* Fredérick and Porcher 〃thee…thou〃 each other。 Porcher has common sense； good manners； and plenty of money； which he lends gallantly to authors whose rent is due。 Porcher is the man of whom Harel said： 〃He likes； protects and disdains Literary men。〃 * A band of men and boys who are paid to applaud a piece or a certain actor or actress at a given signal。 The applause contractor； or ~chef de claque~； is an important factor in French theatrical affairs。
Frédérick has never less