'Wouldn't you like to return to France?'
'Not at all.'
'Why not?'
'Wine is cheap, here, tobacco not dear, the ladies are extremely kind: voila tout!'
'You have all these in France.'
'Oui, Mossu! but when I return there I shall be a farmer again; and it's a frightful fact that you may plow your heart out without turning up but a very small quantity of these articles there!'
French soldiers still protect Rome—and 'these articles there.'
THE BEARDS OF ART.
'Can you tell me,' said Uncle Bill Browne to Rocjean, with the air of a man about to ask a hard conundrum, 'why beards, long hair, and art, always go together?'
'Of course, art draws out beards along with talent; paints and bristles must go together; but high-art drives the hair of the head in, and clinches it. Among artists first and last there have been men with giant minds, and they have known it was their duty to show their mental power: the beard is the index.'