Some Frenchmen have this second love, and when they feel nostalgia for any land out of France it is sure to be Algeria or Italy. Frenchmen never have any local affections in England. They may keep a grateful recollection of English houses where they have been kindly received, but have never any delight in England as a country. Their prejudices against its climate and about the absence of taste and art are ineradicable. [Sidenote: Love of the French for France.] [Sidenote: Illusions.] [Sidenote: France the Pet of Providence.] The love that the French have for France is associated with many innocent illusions. They believe it to be the only perfectly civilised country in the world, the home of all the arts, of all scientific and intellectual culture. Of late years France is to the republicans the one country where political and religious liberty is complete. It is, of course, the land where French people feel most at home, where they can most readily get the superfluities which are necessary to them--the elaborately-ordered and complete repasts, the abundant fruits, the varied drinks, the talk in the _café_, the lively and pointed newspaper articles that they can understand at a glance, the clever plays that they listen to with such rapt attention. Those Frenchmen who believe in a Providence think that it has specially favoured their own country. “_Dieu protège la France._” Before the phylloxera came He gave his Frenchmen wine and refused it to the canting English, before the German invasion He gave them the intoxicating wine of victory. They have marvellous illusions about their climate; they think of it as a “Fair clime where every season smiles Benignant.” [Sidenote: Provincial Names.] [Sidenote: Urban Names.] [Sidenote: Village Patriotism.] They have a full and fair appreciation of the beauty of their own country, and the more cultivated take an intelligent interest in the still numerous architectural remnants of the past. They have not forgotten the old provincial names, nor suffered them to fall into disuse; the Burgundian is still a Burgundian, though not the less a Frenchman too. Even the towns have an adjective for their inhabitants which strengthens the local tie. The inhabitant of Sens is a _Senonais_, of Poitiers a _Pictovien_, of Gap a _Gavot_. In this way a Frenchman is the son of his native town, as an Oxonian of the University. The local feeling descends even to the villages-- “_Rien n’est plus beau que mon village En vérité je vous le dis._” This provincial feeling is not so strong in England. In the United Kingdom we have the four different nationalities, but in England only the counties, which answer to the French departments. England has no living tradition of historical provinces. We learn about ancient divisions in history, and that is all. [Sidenote: The Word _Pays_.] [Sidenote: The Sacred Word _Patrie_.] [Sidenote: “Country” not an Equivalent.] [Sidenote: Home.]