A household god made of wax, that had been carelessly left standing beside a fire in which precious Campanian vases were bakings began to melt.
It addressed bitter complaints to the element. "See," it said, "how cruelly you treat me! To these things you give durability, me you destroy."
But the fire answered: "You have nothing to complain of but your own nature. As for my I am fire, always and everywhere."
W. HEINSE.
[THE EMIGRANT LITERATURE]
[CONTENTS]
LIST OF PORTRAITS
[J. J. ROUSSEAU]
[DE SÉNANCOUR]
[CHARLES NODIER]
[BENJAMIN CONSTANT]
[MADAME DE STAËL]
[WINCKELMANN]