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。  Here the river makes a shining twist; which a painter might have invented; and the side of the hill is terraced into several ledges; … a sort of tangle of small blooming patches and little pavillions with peaked roofs and green shutters。  It is idle to attempt to reproduce all this in words; it should be reproduced only in water…colors。  The reader; how… ever; will already have remarked that disparity in these ineffectual pages; which are pervaded by the attempt to sketch without a palette or brushes。  He will doubtless; also; be struck with the grovelling vision which; on such a spot as the ramparts of Poitiers; peoples itself with carrots and cabbages rather than with images of the Black Prince and the captive king。 I am not sure that in looking out from the Promenade de Blossac you command the old battle…field; it is enough that it was not far off; and that the great rout of Frenchmen poured into the walls of Poitiers; leav… ing on the ground a number of the fallen equal to the little army (eight thousand) of the invader。  I did think of the battle。  I wondered; rather helplessly; where it had taken place; and I came away (as the reader will see from the preceding sentence) without finding out。  This indifference; however; was a result rather of a general dread of military topography than of a want of admiration of this particular victory; which I have always supposed to be one of the most brilliant on record。  Indeed; I should be almost ashamed; and very much at a loss; to say what light it was that this glorious day seemed to me to have left forever on the horizon; and why the very name of the place had always caused my blood gently to tingle。 It is carrying the feeling of race to quite inscrutable lengths when a vague American permits himself an emotion because more than five centuries ago; on French soil; one rapacious Frenchman got the better of another。  Edward was a Frenchman as well as John; and French were the cries that urged each of the hosts to the fight。  French is the beautiful motto graven round the image of the Black Prince; as he lies forever at rest in the choir of Canterbury: _a la mort ne pensai…je mye_。  Nevertheless; the victory of Poitiers declines to lose itself in these considerations; the sense of it is a part of our heritage; the joy of it a part of our imagination; and it filters down through centuries and migrations till it titillates a New Yorker who forgets in his elation that he happens at that moment to be enjoying the hospitality of France。  It was something done; I know not how justly; for Eng… land; and what was done in the fourteenth century for England was done also for New York。



XVIII。

If it was really for the sake of the Black Prince that I had stopped at Poitiers (for my prevision of Notre Dame la Grande and of the little temple of St。 John was of the dimmest); I ought to have stopped at Angouleme for the sake of David and Eve Sechard; of Lucien de Rubempre and of Madame de Bargeton; who when she wore a _toilette etudiee_ sported a Jewish turban ornamented with an Eastern brooch; a scarf of gauze; a necklace of cameos; and a robe of 〃painted muslin;〃 whatever that may be; treating herself to these luxuries out of an income of twelve thousand francs。  The persons I have mentioned have not that vagueness of identity which is the misfortune of his… torical characters; they are real; supremely real; thanks to their affiliation to the great Balzac; who had invented an artificial reality which was as much better than the vulgar article as mock…turtle soup is than the liquid it emulates。  The first time I read 〃Les Illusions Perdues〃 I should have refused to believe that I was capable of passing the old capital of Anjou without alighting to visit the Houmeau。  But we never know what we are capable of till we are tested; as I reflected when I found myself looking back at Angouleme from the window of the train; just after we had emerged from the long tunnel that passes under the town。  This tunnel perforates the hill on which; like Poitiers; Angouleme rears itself; and which gives it an eleva… tion still greater than that of Poitiers。  You may have a tolerable look at the cathedral without leaving the railway…carriage; for it stands just above the tunnel; and is exposed; much foreshortened; to the spectator below。  There is evidently a charming walk round the plateau of the town; commanding those pretty views of which Balzac gives an account。  But the train whirled me away; and these are my only impressions。 The truth is that I had no need; just at that moment; of putting myself into communication with Balzac; for opposite to me in the compartment were a couple of figures almost as vivid as the actors in the 〃Comedie Humaine。〃  One of these was a very genial and dirty old priest; and the other was a reserved and concen… trated young monk; … the latter (by which I mean a monk of any kind) being a rare sight to…day in France。 This young man; indeed; was mitigatedly monastic。 He had a big brown frock and cowl; but he had also a shirt and a pair of shoes; he had; instead of a hempen scourge round his waist; a stout leather thong; and he carried with him a very profane little valise。 He also read; from beginning to end; the 〃Figaro〃 which the old priest; who had done the same; presented to him; and he looked altogether as if; had he not been a monk; he would have made a distinguished officer of engineers。  When he was not reading the 〃Figaro〃 he was conning his breviary or answering; with rapid precision and with a deferential but dis… couraging dryness; the frequent questions of his com… panion; who was of quite another type。  This worthy had a bored; good…natured; unbuttoned; expansive look; was talkative; restless; almost disreputably human。 He was surrounded by a great deal of small luggage; and had scattered over the carriage his books; his papers; the fragments of his lunch; and the contents of an extraordinary bag; which he kept beside him … a kind of secular reliquary … and which appeared to contain the odds and ends of a lifetime; as he took from it successively a pair of slippers; an old padlock (which evidently didn't belong to it); an opera…glass; a collection of almanacs; and a large sea…shell; which he very carefully examined。  I think that if he had not been afraid of the young monk; who was so much more serious than he; he would have held the shell to his ear; like a child。  Indeed; he was a very childish and delightful old priest; and his companion evidently thought him most frivolous。  But I liked him the better of the two。  He was not a country cure; but an eccle… siastic of some rank; who had seen a good deal both of the church and of the world; and if I too had not been afraid of his colleague; who read the 〃Figaro〃 as seriously as if it had been an encyclical; I should have entered into conversation with him。

All this while I was getting on to Bordeaux; where I permitted myself to spend three days。  I am afraid I have next to nothing to show for them; and that there would be little profit in lingering on this episode; which is the less to be justified as I had in former years examined Bordeaux attentively enough。  It con… tains a very good hotel; … an hotel not good enough; however; to keep you there for its own sake。  For the rest; Bordeaux is a big; rich; handsome; imposing com… mercial town; with long rows of fine old eighteenth… century houses; which overlook the yellow Garonne。  I have spoken of the quays of Nantes as fine; but those of Bordeaux have a wider sweep and a still more architectural air。  The appearance of such a port as this makes the Anglo…Saxon tourist blush for the sor… did water…fronts of Liverpool and New York; which; with their larger activity; have so much more reason to be stately。  Bordeaux gives a great impression of prosperous industries; and suggests delightful ideas; images of prune…boxes and bottled claret。  As the focus of distribution of the best wine in the world; it is in… deed a sacred city; … dedicated to the worship of Bacchus in the most discreet form。  The country all about it is covered with precious vineyards; sources of fortune to their owners and of satisfaction to distant consumers; and as you look over to the hills beyond the Garonne you see them in the autumn sunshine; fretted with the rusty richness of this or that immortal _clos_。  But the principal picture; within the town; is that of the vast curving quays; bordered with houses that look like the _hotels_ of farmers…general of the last cen… tury; and of the wide; tawny river; crowded with ship… ping and spanned by the largest of bridges。  Some of the types on the water…side are of the sort that arrest a sketcher; … figures of stalwart; brown…faced Basques; such as I had seen of old in great numbers at Biarritz; with their loose circular caps; their white sandals; their air of walking for a wager。  Never was a tougher; a harder race。  They are not mariners; nor watermen; but; putting questions of temper aside; they are the best possible dock…porters。  〃Il s'y fait un commerce terrible;〃 a _douanier_ said to me; as he looked up and down the interminable docks; and such a place has indeed much to say of the wealth; the capacity for production; of France; … the bright; cheer

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