"Thus they learn from earliest infancy to turn to every wind.
The man of Langres has a head on his shoulders like the weathercock at the top of the church spire.

It is never fixed at one point; if it returns to the point it has left, it is not to stop there.

With an amazing rapidity in their movements, their desires, their plans, their fancies, their ideas, they are cumbrous in speech.

For myself, I belong to my country side." This was thoroughly true.

He inherited all the versatility of his compatriots, all their swift impetuosity, and something of their want of dexterity in expression.
His father was one of the bravest, most upright, most patient, most sensible of men.