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ife。 My master was always studying and always advancing。
〃He never entirely recovered from his mortification at being hissed by the students on the occasion of his first lecture at the College de France。 Returning home he loaded two pistols； one for the first student who should again insult him； and the other to blow out his own brains。 It was no idle threat。 The man Guizot had nicknamed ‘Werther' was capable of executing his plan； for this causeless unpopularity was anguish to him。 After his death； I found those two pistols loaded in his bedroom； but justice had been done another way。 All opposition had vanished。 Every student in the ‘Quarter' followed the modest funeral of their Senator； who had become the champion of literary liberty in an epoch when poetry was held in chains。
〃The Empire which made him Senator gained； however； but an indocile recruit。 On his one visit to Compiegne in 1863； the Emperor； wishing to be particularly gracious； said to him； ‘I always read the MONITEUR on Monday； when your article appears。' Unfortunately for this compliment； it was the CONSTITUTIONNEL that had been publishing the NOUVEAUX LUNDIS for more than four years。 In spite of the united efforts of his friends； Sainte…Beuve could not be brought to the point of complimenting Napoleon III。 on his LIFE OF CAESAR。
The author of LES CONSOLATIONS remained through life the proudest and most independent of men； a bourgeois； enemy of all tyranny； asking protection of no one。 And what a worker！ Reading； sifting； studying； analyzing his subject before composing one of his famous LUNDIS； a literary portrait which he aimed at making complete and final。 One of these articles cost him as much labor as other authors give to the composition of a volume。
〃By way of amusement on Sunday evenings； when work was temporarily laid aside； he loved the theatre； delighting in every kind of play； from the broad farces of the Palais Royal to the tragedies of Racine； and entertaining comedians in order； as he said； ‘to keep young'！ One evening Theophile Gautier brought a pretty actress to dinner。 Sainte…Beuve； who was past…master in the difficult art of conversation； and on whom a fair woman acted as an inspiration； surpassed himself on this occasion； surprising even the Goncourts with his knowledge of the Eighteenth century and the women of that time； Mme。 de Boufflers； Mlle。 de Lespinasse； la Marechale de Luxembourg。 The hours flew by unheeded by all of his guests but one。 The DEBUTANTE was overheard confiding； later in the evening； to a friend at the Gymnase； where she performed in the last act； ‘Ouf！ I'm glad to get here。 I‘ve been dining with a stupid old Senator。 They told me he would be amusing； but I've been bored to death。' Which reminded me of my one visit to England； when I heard a young nobleman declare that he had been to ‘such a dull dinner to meet a duffer called 〃Renan！〃 '
〃Sainte…Beuve's LARMES DE RACINE was given at the Theatre Francais during its author's last illness。 His disappointment at not seeing the performance was so keen that M。 Thierry； then ADMINISTRATEUR of La Comedie； took Mlle。 Favart to the rue Montparnasse； that she might recite his verses to the dying writer。 When the actress； then in the zenith of her fame and beauty； came to the lines…
Jean Racine； le grand poete； Le poete aimant et pieux； Apres que sa lyre muette Se fut voilee a tous les yeux； Renoncant a la gloire humaine； S'il sentait en son ame pleine Le flot contenu murmurer； Ne savait que fondre en priere； Pencher l'urne dans la poussiere Aux pieds du Seigneur； et pleurer！
the tears of Sainte…Beuve accompanied those of Racine！〃
There were tears also in the eyes my companion turned toward me as he concluded。 The sun had set while he had been speaking。 The marble of the statues gleamed white against the shadows of the sombre old garden。 The guardians were closing the gates and warning the lingering visitors as we strolled toward the entrance。
It seemed as if we had been for an hour in the presence of the portly critic； and the circle of brilliant men and witty women who surrounded him … Flaubert； Tourgueneff； Theophile Gautier； Renan； George Sand … were realities at that moment； not abstractions with great names。 It was like returning from another age； to step out again into the glare and bustle of the Boulevard St。 Michel。
Chapter 6 … Modern Architecture
IF a foreign tourist； ignorant of his whereabouts； were to sail about sunset up our spacious bay and view for the first time the eccentric sky…line of lower New York； he would rub his eyes and wonder if they were not playing him a trick； for distance and twilight lend the chaotic masses around the Battery a certain wild grace suggestive of Titan strongholds or prehistoric abodes of Wotan； rather than the business part of a practical modern city。
〃But；〃 as John Drew used to say in THE MASKED BALL； 〃what a difference in the morning！〃 when a visit to his banker takes the new arrival down to Wall Street； and our uncompromising American daylight dispels his illusions。
Years ago SPIRITUAL Arthur Gilman mourned over the decay of architecture in New York and pointed out that Stewart's shop； at Tenth Street； bore about the same relation to Ictinus' noble art as an iron cooking stove！ It is well death removed the Boston critic before our city entered into its present Brobdingnagian phase。 If he considered that Stewart's and the Fifth Avenue Hotel failed in artistic beauty； what would have been his opinion of the graceless piles that crowd our island to…day； beside which those older buildings seem almost classical in their simplicity？
One hardly dares to think what impression a student familiar with the symmetry of Old World structures must receive on arriving for the first time； let us say； at the Bowling Green； for the truth would then dawn upon him that what appeared from a distance to be the ground level of the island was in reality the roof line of average four…story buildings； from among which the keeps and campaniles that had so pleased him （when viewed from the Narrows） rise like gigantic weeds gone to seed in a field of grass。
It is the heterogeneous character of the buildings down town that renders our streets so hideous。 Far from seeking harmony； builders seem to be trying to 〃go〃 each other 〃one story better〃； if they can belittle a neighbor in the process it is clear gain； and so much advertisement。 Certain blocks on lower Broadway are gems in this way！ Any one who has glanced at an auctioneer's shelves when a 〃job lot〃 of books is being sold； will doubtless have noticed their resemblance to the sidewalks of our down town streets。 Dainty little duodecimo buildings are squeezed in between towering in… folios； and richly bound and tooled octavos chum with cheap editions。 Our careless City Fathers have not even given themselves the trouble of pushing their stone and brick volumes into the same line； but allow them to straggle along the shelf … I beg pardon； the sidewalk … according to their own sweet will。
The resemblance of most new busi