le jour tombait en disques d'or, the day wasfaUing

in disks of gold. A most expressive way of saying that the path was flecked with sunshine and shadow. For this entire passage see Note 10-17. In describing naturel scenery, and the feelings common to humanity, our author's language may hâve neither rhyme nor

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measure, bot it is none the less poetry of no inferior order.

G9.— 23. pénétré si avant, sunk so aeeply inlo.

30. dans la paix d'une large campagne, in the peacefuï calm which a broad campanm brings.

35. bien ouverte sur sa tige touflftie, wide open upon Us tufted stalk. Note the minute description of détails which a poet's eye never fails to see.

70.— 7. s'élanoa en ligne hardie, shot away upon his bold course.

8. du mieux que je pus, as best I could. How vividly the rather décrépit old man is brought out I And the story is so admirably told that one unconsciously thinks of the aged Sylvestre Bonnard and the author as the sarae man. But when you look on the bright, earnest face of Anatole France, with its almost youthful expression, you are quickly undeceived.