The heart, my friend, is liable to break, and can not be mended like china." Lampron's mother interrupted him afresh, reproachfully.
"He came to wish you a happy birthday, my child." "One day, mother, is as good as another to listen to good advice.
Besides, I am only talking of one of my friends.

'Tis but a short story, Fabien, and instructive.

I will give it you in very few words.

My friend was very young and enthusiastic.

He was on his way through the galleries of Italy, brush in hand, his heart full of the ceaseless song of youth in holiday.