will to stop.
A set of Malays drunk with bhang and running amuck, a company of howling
dervishes, may possibly, in our own day, go through similar frantic
vagaries; but I doubt if any civilized European people but the French
would permit and enjoy such scenes. Yet our neighbors see little shame
in them; and it is very true that men of all classes, high and low,
here congregate and give themselves up to the disgusting worship of
the genius of the place.--From the dandy of the Boulevard and the
"Cafe Anglais," let us turn to the dandy of "Flicoteau's" and the Pays
Latin--the Paris student, whose exploits among the grisettes are so
celebrated, and whose fierce republicanism keeps gendarmes for ever on
the alert. The following is M. de Bernard's description of him:--
"I became acquainted with Dambergeac when we were students at the Ecole
de Droit; we lived in the same Hotel on the Place du Pantheon. No
doubt, madam, you have occasionally met little children dedicated to the
Virgin, and, to this end, clothed in white raiment from head to foot: my
friend, Dambergeac, had received a different consecration. His father, a
great patriot of the Revolution, had determined that his son should
bear into the world a sign of indelible republicanism; so, to the great
displeasure of his godmother and the parish curate, Dambergeac was
christened by the pagan name of Harmodius. It was a kind of moral
tricolor-cockade, which the child was to bear through the vicissitudes
of all the revolutions to come. Under such influences, my friend's
character began to develop itself, and, fired by the example of his
father, and by the warm atmosphere of his native place, Marseilles,
he grew up to have an independent spirit, and a grand liberality of
politics, which were at their height when first I made his acquaintance.
"He was then a young man of eighteen, with a tall, slim figure, a broad
chest, and a flaming black eye, out of all which personal charms he knew
how to draw the most advantage; and though his costume was such as Staub
might probably have criticised, he had, nevertheless, a style peculiar
to himself--to himself and the students, among whom he was the leader
of the fashion. A tight black coat, buttoned up to the chin, across
the chest, set off that part of his person; a low-crowned hat, with
a voluminous rim, cast solemn shadows over a countenance bronzed by a
southern sun: he wore, at one time, enormous flowing black locks, which
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