Wednesday, 27 March 1878

It is barely four days since I wrote to Marcuard; here is his reply.
Florence
[Sunday, 24 March 1878]
But it is dreadful, this misfortune that has befallen you, and believe that I deplore with you the loss of young Pincio, the more so because you will certainly find him again only in the form of a rabbit stew or a fur muff.
It is not, however, an irreparable misfortune. Pincio was, for his breed, of only very average beauty, and his character left something to be desired at times. Console yourself, therefore, and replace him with the original on the letterhead of your correspondence — that is a pretty pug! Italy is gloomy; there has been a very noticeable return of cold, and the splendid weather we had has broken completely. Theatres and receptions there are none; the Skating has gone completely out of fashion, and I have nothing but the Club and interminable games of billiards and bezique to pass the time. Not the slightest little salon courtship —
Alexandre won first prize in the gentlemen-riders race at Rome and is expected back within a few days. Melissano is still here; he has some success with the young ladies between 35 and 60.
There is talk of a marriage scheme for Alexandre, but in my opinion the young person shows little eagerness — she is not pretty, but sufficiently rich to rescue our young friend from the rather embarrassed position in which he finds himself. The other day I bought three first-rate paintings... and I regret
very much not being able to show them to you, though they are not, I think, precisely your sort of thing: a Ruysdael seascape, and a landscape by Hockaert or Snyders, representing a forest with figures, horsemen, dogs — it is of exquisite delicacy and perfect execution.
I have positively ruined myself to obtain them, since I too have my whims at certain hours. My stay will last another month; then I shall pass through Berne, and I may perhaps have the pleasure of seeing you in May in Paris. Will you still be there? I imagine the Exposition will keep you there? I am sorry you did not decide to come to Italy, but I understand that it was hard for you to tear yourself away from Paris and your studies.
Give me your news, and present my respectful regards to all your family.
Your most devoted servant
F. de Marcuard
I am writing to him this evening to announce our arrival. I must telegraph him the exact day.
I hope that this three-times-wretched Cassagnac is annoyed at receiving letters almost every day; but yesterday’s will be the last for a long time.
Poor Marcuard — what a fine April Fool’s joke this will make him. But here are some lines from Le Pays, unsigned, but only Popaul could write such things. You will find them in Marcuard’s envelope.
The Chamber of Deputies shows unprecedented generosity, except, however, when it is a question of a few thousand francs to support the men maimed on our battlefields at the Invalides, or to pay the naval chaplains. In that regard it is intractable, and it is a safe bet that it will not accept the restoration of the credits voted by the Senate for this purpose. But the four billion of M. de Freycinet, the friend of M. Gambetta — those, you may be sure, will be procured at any cost. They want to do things on a grand scale. The memories of the Empire keep our republicans awake at night. They pretend to crush it with their contempt, but they imitate it.
Column 6 of the front page of Le Pays of 27 March 1878: the short unsigned piece “Republican Prosperity”, on the Chamber's generosity, M. de Freycinet's four billion and the revival of business
Le Pays, 27 March 1878, p. 1 — “Republican Prosperity” gallica.bnf.fr / BnF
It does not appear, unfortunately, that they have managed thus far to revive business. It is in vain that they have organised the Exposition; in vain that they hold out the prospect of an unprecedented boost to public works. In vain that they have imprisoned the Marshal, subdued the conservative opposition in the Senate. In vain that everything smiles upon them: the Chambers, the ministers, the electors, and even M. de Bismarck (?), who sends them his finest paintings for the Trocadéro palace. Business does not revive.
The Shah of Persia will return to Paris; the Arab chieftains will organise original festivities to follow upon the excursion of the Spanish students, and yet business is in the doldrums. Strikes have broken out again.

Notes

In English in the original. ↩
Skating: in English in the original, the name of the roller-skating rink. ↩
Club(b) in the original (so in the transcription): Marcuard’s club, named with the English word. ↩
“Gentlemen-riders” in English in the original. ↩
Le Pays, Wednesday 27 March 1878 (dated the next day; the Paris bulletin is headed 26 March), p. 1 — read the issue on Gallica (BnF). The unsigned piece is the column «Prospérité républicaine». ↩
Corrected from Le Pays (27 March 1878, p. 1, col. 6); the printed edition (Mon Journal t. 11) reads «elle intraitable» and «de leur mépris mais ils l’imitent». ↩
Corrected from Le Pays (27 March 1878, p. 1, col. 6); the printed edition (Mon Journal t. 11) reads «M. de Bismarck (?) qui leur envoie». ↩
Corrected from Le Pays (27 March 1878, p. 1, col. 6); the printed edition (Mon Journal t. 11) reads «étudiants espagnoles» and «dans le marasme. Les grèves ont reparu.» ↩