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Les Miserable by Victor Hugo

Book Third in the year

1817

chapter one the year

1817

1817 is the year which

Louis XVIII with m a

certain royal assurance which was not wanting in

pride. Entitled the 22nd of

his reign, it is the year in which

Monsieur Briguier de Sorsum was celebrated.

All the hairdressers shops hoping for

powder in the return of the royal bird were

besmeared with azure and decked with fleur de lis.

It was the candid time at which count lynch sat

every Sunday as churchwarden in the churchwardens pew of

Saint Germain des Pres, in his

costume of a peer of France, with his

red ribbon and his long nose and the

majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has

performed a brilliant action. The brilliant

action performed by Monsieur lynch was

being mayor of Bordeaux on the 12 March

1814. He had surrendered the

city a little too promptly to Monsieur the duc

d'Aiglemine, hence his

peerage. In 1817, fashion

swallowed up little boys of from four to six years

of age in vast caps of Morocco leather,

with ear tabs resembling eskimo

miters. The french army was dressed in

white, after the mode of the austrian

the regiments were called legions.

Instead of numbers, they bore the names of

departments. Napoleon was at St.

Helena, and since England refused

him green cloth, he was having his old coats

turned in 1817.

Pellegrini sang, mademoiselle Bigotti

danced. Poitier reigned. Margarit did

not yet exist. Madame Sacqui had

succeeded to Ferusso. There were still

Prussians in France. Monsieur de

Lalotte was a personage. Legitimacy had

just asserted itself by cutting off the hand.

Then the head of plagueier, of Carbognot, and of

Talleyrand, the prince de

Talleyrand, Grand Chamberlain, and the abbe

Lewis, appointed minister of finance,

laughed as they looked at each other with the laugh of the two

augurs. Both of them had celebrated

on the 14 July 1790

the mass of federation in the Champ de

Mars. Talleyrand had set it as

Bishop Lewis had served it in the capacity of

deacon. In 1817,

in the side alleys of this same champ de Mars, two

great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the

rain, rotting amid the grass,

painted blue with traces of eagles and

bees from which the gilding was falling.

These were the columns which two years before

had upheld the emperors platform in the Champ de

mail. They were blackened here and

there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians

encamped near Groskileow. Two

or three of these columns had disappeared in these

bivouac fires and had warmed the large

hands of the imperial troops. The field of

May had this remarkable point that it had been

held in the month of June and in the field of March,

Mars. In this year,

1817. Two things were

the voltaire toquette and the snuffbox a la

charter. The most recent parisian

sensation was the crime of Dalton, who had

thrown his brothers head into the fountain of the flower market.

They had begun to feel anxious at the naval department

on account of the lack of news from that fatal frigate,

the medusa, which was destined to cover

Chamoure with infamy and jurekalt

with glory. Colonel Selves was going to

Egypt to become Solomon Pasha.

The palace of Thermes in the rue de le Harp

served as a shop for a cooper. On the

platform of the octagonal tower of the Hotel de

Cluny, the little shed of boards which

had served as an observatory. De Messier, the naval

astronomer under Louis XVI, was still

to be seen, the duchess de Duras read

to three or four friends her unpublished

Orica and her boudoir furnished by

x in sky blue satin.

The ends were scratched off the Louvre. The

bridge of Austerlitz had abdicated and was

entitled the bridge of the kings garden du jardin

du roi, a double enigma which disguised

the bridge of Austerlitz and the garden des plantes. At one

stroke, Louis XVIII,

much preoccupied while annotating Horace

with the corner of his fingernail. Heroes who have

become emperors and makers of wooden

shoes who have become dolphins, had two

Napoleon and Mathurin Bruno.

The french academy had given for its prized subject

the happiness procured through study. Monsieur

Ballard was officially eloquent. In

his shadow could be seen germinating that future

advocate general of Breaux, dedicated to the

sarcasms of Paul Louis, courier.

There was a false chateaubriand named Marcon

Guy. In the interim, until there should be a false

marquingy named de Alencourt.

Claire des Albi and Malik Idyll were

masterpieces. Madame Cottin was

proclaimed the chief writer of the epic.

The institute had the accommodation Napoleon

Bonaparte stricken from its list of members.

A royal ordinance erected aghleme into a

naval school for the Duke le Aglamine

being Lord High admiral, it was

evident that the city of Angelmine had all the qualities

of a seaport. Otherwise the

monarchical principle would have received a wound

in the council of ministers. The question was agitated

whether vignettes representing slack rope

performances, which adorned Franconis

advertising posters and which attracted throngs

of street urchins, should be tolerated.

Monsieur Perez, the author of

Agnies, a good sort of fellow with a

square face and a word on his cheek, directed the little

private concerts of the marquis de Sacenay

in the rue Ville Evanigue. All

the young girls were singing the hermit of Saint Evelle

with words by Edmond Drodd. The

Eolodorf was transferred into mirror. The

cafe Lemblin stood up for the emperor against the

cafe Valois, which upheld the

Bourbons. The duc de Berry, already

surveyed from the shadow by Louvel, had just been

married to a princess of Sicily. Madame de

Stal had died a year previously. The

bodyguard hissed Mademoiselle Mars. The

grand newspapers were all very small. Their

form was restricted, but their liberty was

great. The constitutionnel was

constitutional. La Minerva called

Chatebriand chatebriant. That

tea made the good middle class people laugh heartily at the

expense of the great writer. In journals which

sold themselves prostituted, journalists

insulted the exiles of 1815.

David had no longer any talent.

Arnault had no longer any wit.

Carnot was no longer honest. Soult

had won no battles. It is true that

Napoleon had no longer any genius.

No one is ignorant of the fact that letters sent to an

exile by post very rarely reached him,

as the police made it their religious duty to intercept

them. This is no new fact.

Descartes complained of it in his exile.

Now David, having in a belgian

publication, shown some displeasure at not

receiving letters which had been written to him. It

struck the royalist journals as amusing,

and they derided the prescribed man.

Well, on this occasion, what separated two

men more than an abyss was to say, the regicides

or to say the voters, to say the enemies

or to say the allies, to say

Napoleon or to say Bonaparte. All

sensible people were agreed that the era of revolution had

been closed forever by King Louis XVIII,

surnamed the immortal author of the charter.

On the platform of the Pont Neuf, the word

redivious was carved on the pedestal that awaited the statue

of Henry IV. Monsieur Piet

in the rue three's number four was making the rough draft

of his privy assembly to consolidate the monarchy.

Leaders of the right said it grave conjectures. We

must write to back it. Monsieur

Kenyuel au Mahiny and de Chamblade

delane were preparing the sketch, to some

extent with Monsieur's approval of what was to

become later on, the conspiracy of the borde de

Leo of the waterside

l'impigne univers was already plotting in his own

quarter. De la vedderie was conferring with

Trogoff. Monsieur de Cazys, who was

liberal to a degree, reigned

chateaubriand stood every morning at his window at

no. 27, rue Saint Dominique, clad

in footed trousers and slippers with a madras

kerchief knotted over his grey hair, with his

eyes fixed on a mirror, a complete set

of dentists instruments spread out before him, cleaning his

teeth, which were charming while

he dictated the monarchy according to the charter to Monsieur

Pillorge, his secretary,

criticism, assuming an authoritative

tone, preferred Lafon to Thomas.

Monsieur de Felletes signed himself a

monsieur Hoffman signed himself Z.

Charles Nodier wrote three Saubert

divorce was abolished. Lyciums called

themselves colleges. The clagons,

decorated on the collar with a golden fleur de lis, fought each

other apropos of the king of Rome. The

counterplace of the chateau had denounced to her Royal Highness

madame the portrait everywhere exhibited

of Monsieur the duc d'Orleans, who made a better

appearance in his uniform of a colonel general of

hussars the then monsieur, the duc de Berry,

in his uniform of colonel general of dragoons.

A serious inconvenience. The city of

Paris was having the dome of the invalids gilded at its

own expense. Serious men asked

themselves what Monsieur de Tricolique would do

on such or such an occasion. Monsieur Clousel

de Montals differed on divers points from Monsieur Clausel

des Courages. Monsieur de Salaberry was

not satisfied. The comedian

Picard, who belonged to the academy, which the comedian

moliere had not been able to do, had

the two filiburts played at the Odienne, upon

whose pediment the removal of the letters still allowed theater of

the empress to be plainly read.

People took part for or against

cognit de Martellard. Fabier

was fictitious. Bavaux was revolutionary.

The liberal Taylosier published an edition of

Voltaire with the following title.

Works of Voltaire of the french academy

that will attract purchasers, said the ingenious

editor. The general opinion was that, Monsieur

Charles Loison would be the genius of the century.

Envy was beginning to gnaw at him. A sign

of glory, and this verse was composed on

him. Even when Loison steals,

one feels that he has pause. As

cardinal Fesch refused to resign, Monsieur de

Pens, archbishop of amnesty, administered the diocese

of Lyons. The quarrel over the valley of

Dapis was begun between Switzerland and France by

a memoir from captain. Afterwards, General

Dufour St. Simon,

ignored, was erecting his sublime dream.

There was a celebrated foyer at the Academy of science

whom posterity had forgotten, and in

some garret, an obscure Fourier, whom the future will

recall. Lord Byron was beginning to make

his mark. A note to a poem by

Milavoy introduced him to France. In these terms,

a certain lord, Baron David

Dangers, was trying to work in marble. The

abbe Charon was speaking in terms of

praise to a private gathering of seminarists in the

blind alley of philistines of an unknown

priest named Felicity Robert, who

at a later date became lame.

A thing which smoked and clattered on the sign with

the noise of a swimming dog, went and came beneath the windows

of the tuileries from the pont royal to the

pont Louis XV. It was a piece

of mechanism which was not good for much.

A sort of plaything, the idle

dream of a dream ridden inventor, an

utopia, a steamboat. The

Parisians stared indifferently at this useless thing.

Monsieur de Vaublanc, the reformer of the institute

by a coup d'etat, the distinguished author

of numerous accommodations, ordinances and

batches of members, after having created them,

could not succeed in becoming one himself.

The Faubourg Saint Germain and the pavilion de

Marsan wished to have Monsieur de Lavieu for

prefect of police on account of his piety.

Dupertren and recamier entered into a

quarrel in the amphitheater of the school of

medicine and threatened each other with their

fists on the subject of the divinity of Jesus Christ.

Cuvier, with one eye on Genesis and the other

on nature, tried to please bigoted reaction

by reconciling fossils with texts and by making

mastodons flatter Moses.

Monsieur Francois de Nefauchateau, the

praiseworthy cultivator of the memory of Parmentier,

made a thousand efforts to have paum de terre

potato pronounced Parmentier

and succeeded therein. Not at

all. The abbe Gregoire, ex

bishop, ex conventionary, ex

senator, had passed in the royal

pymix to the state of infamous Gregory.

The locution of which we have made use, passed to the state

of has been condemned as a neologism

by Monsieur royal colard. Under the

third arch of the Pont Jana, the new stone with

which the two years previously the mining

aperture made by Blucher blew up the bridge

had been stopped up, was still recognizable

on account of its whiteness. Justice.

Summoned to its bar, a man who, on seeing the comte

d'Artois entered Notre Dame, had said

aloud, cypristi, I regret the time

when I saw Bonaparte and Talma enter the bel

savage arm in arm. A

seditious utterance. Six months in

prison, traitors showed themselves

unbuttoned. Men who had gone over to the enemy on

the eve of battle, made no secret of their recompense

and strutted immodestly in the light of day, in the

cynicism of riches and dignities.

Deserters from ligny and quatre bras, in the

brazenness of their well paid turpitude, exhibited

their devotion to the monarchy in the most barefaced

manner. This is what floats

up confusedly. Pell, mell for the year

1817, and is now forgotten.

History neglects nearly all these particulars

and cannot do otherwise. The infinity would

overwhelm it. Nevertheless, these

details which are wrongly called trivial,

there are no trivial facts in humanity,

nor little leaves and vegetation are

useful. It is of the physiognomy of the years

that the physiognomy of the centuries is composed.

In this year of 1817,

four young parisians arranged a fine

farce.

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