The Senator took the crown of myrtle and laurel which he was to place on the head of Corinne.

She removed the shawl which graced her forehead, and all her ebon hair fell in ringlets about her shoulders.

She advanced with her head bare, and her look animated by a sentiment of pleasure and gratitude which she sought not to conceal.

She a second time bent her knee, to receive the crown; but she displayed less agitation and tremor than at first; she had just spoken; she had just filled her mind with the most noble thoughts, and enthusiasm conquered diffidence.

She was no longer a timid woman, but an inspired priestess who joyfully consecrated herself to the worship of genius.
As soon as the crown was placed on the head of Corinne all the instruments were heard in those triumphant airs which fill the soul with the most sublime emotion.