The abbe said, with scanty tears moistening his aged eyes,-- "Mademoiselle, I haven't even the little grove where I have walked for fifty years.

My beloved lindens are all cut down! At the moment of my death the Republic appears to me more than ever under the form of a horrible destruction of the Home." "You must pardon your niece," said the Chevalier de Valois.

"Republican ideas are the first error of youth which seeks for liberty; later it finds it the worst of despotisms,--that of an impotent canaille.

Your poor niece is punished where she sinned." "What will become of me in a house where naked women are painted on the walls ?" said the poor abbe.

"Where shall I find other lindens beneath which to read my breviary ?" Like Kant, who was unable to collect his thoughts after the fir-tree at which he was accustomed to gaze while meditating was cut down, so the poor abbe could never attain the ardor of his former prayers while walking up and down the shadeless paths.