A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 63: what you’re looking at

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BORROWED PLUMES, 59 compatriot! Let me look at you! Let me hear your voices again in the echoes of that dear southern land whose memory will never be effaced from my heart!”’ Once more the sweet melody stirred the air: **Mon aieul était rossignol, Ma grandmere était hirondelle !” During the song, Madame Rose had caused a plenti- ful supply of wine to be brought, and at the conclusion she filled the glasses of the chevalier and his country- men. “Now,” cried Raoul gayly, raising his glass high in air, “we are going to drink to the fatherland!” “To the fatherland!” “Salute! lofty mountains! deep ravines! old castle that was the cradle of my infancy! Salute also to the dear sun! the clearest, the brightest, the most radiant of all suns! Gascony! I salute thee and I drink to thee!” “To thee, Gascony!” cried the minstrels in unison, and the toast was drunk amid the wildest enthusiasm. As soon as the clamor had subsided, Raoul fell into conversation with the young men and discovered that | they were mostly students who had travelled on foot to Paris, earning their board and lodging by their music, and, after witnessing the royal marriage, which took place on a platform erected in front of Notre Dame, were now returning home. The name of Puycadére was too celebrated throughout Gascony not to be famil- iar to many of them, but fortunately they made no allusion to the impoverished condition of the present representative of the family. “To-morrow is to be a gala day at the Louvre,” re- marked one of the minstrels, “all the provinces send Conniclool< (S@)