Among the entries of the next ten or twelve years are sketches of the leading statesmen and scraps of their conversation: those of Thiers are very animated. Sainte-Beuve says that he has a happiness of verbal expression which eludes his pen; "yet raise him upon a pinnacle of works of art" (of which M. Thiers has always been a patron publicly and privately), "of historical monuments and flatterers, and he will never be aught but the cleverest of marmosets." If he had lived another twelvemonth, Sainte-Beuve might have had some other word for the Great Citizen. On Guizot he is still more severe, making him out a mere humbug, and of the poorest sort. When the poet Auguste Barbier became a candidate for the French Academy, M. Guizot had never heard of him, and had to be told all about him and his verses--there was surely no disgrace in this ignorance on the part of a man engrossed in studies and pursuits of a more serious nature--but before a week was over he was heard expressing amazement that another person knew nothing of Barbier, and talking of his poems as if he had always been familiar with them. The Duchesse de Broglie said: "What M. Guizot has known since morning he pretends to have known from all eternity." This paper might be prolonged almost to the length of the volumes themselves by quoting all the keen, sagacious or brilliant sayings which they contain. Two more, merely to exemplify Sainte-Beuve's command of words in very different lines of thought: "The old fragments of cases in [Greek: phi] and [Greek: then], the ancient remains of verbs in [Greek: mi] the second aorists, which alone survive the other submerged tenses, always produce the same effect upon me, in view of the regular declensions and conjugations, as the multitude of the isles and Cyclades in relation to the Peloponnesus and the rest of the mainland on the map of Greece: there was a time when they were all one. The rocks and peaks still stand to attest it."--"_Never_ is a word which has always brought bad luck to him who used it from the tribune." M. Troubat speaks of the correspondence of Sainte-Beuve as destined for publication: the _Chroniques_ and _Cahiers_ are like anchovies to whet the appetite for a longer and more continuous reading. SARAH B. WISTER. FOOTNOTES: [C] _Chroniques Parisiennes_ and _Les Cahiers de Sainte-Beuve_. A FEW LETTERS. BROOKSIDE, April 12, 1872.