He took an interest in me, and it is to him that I to-day owe it that I am a veritable man of letters, who knows Latin from the _de Officiis_ of Cicero to the mortuology of the Celestine Fathers, and a barbarian neither in scholastics, nor in politics, nor in rhythmics, that sophism of sophisms.

I am the author of the Mystery which was presented to-day with great triumph and a great concourse of populace, in the grand hall of the Palais de Justice.
I have also made a book which will contain six hundred pages, on the wonderful comet of 1465, which sent one man mad.

I have enjoyed still other successes.

Being somewhat of an artillery carpenter, I lent a hand to Jean Mangue's great bombard, which burst, as you know, on the day when it was tested, on the Pont de Charenton, and killed four and twenty curious spectators.

You see that I am not a bad match in marriage.