The charming confidant of many a love and the pleasure of an old age is now on exhibition in a species of private museum.

If the dead could know what happens after them, the chevalier's head would surely blush upon its left cheek.
If this history has no other effect than to inspire the possessors of precious relics with holy fear, and induce them to make codicils to secure these touching souvenirs of joys that are no more by bequeathing them to loving hands, it will have done an immense service to the chivalrous and romantic portion of the community; but it does, in truth, contain a far higher moral.

Does it not show the necessity for a new species of education?
Does it not invoke, from the enlightened solicitude of the ministers of Public Instruction, the creation of chairs of anthropology,--a science in which Germany outstrips us?
Modern myths are even less understood than ancient ones, harried as we are with myths.

Myths are pressing us from every point; they serve all theories, they explain all questions.

They are, according to human ideas, the torches of history; they would save empires from revolution if only the professors of history would force the explanations they give into the mind of the provincial masses.