The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
After my fellow-traveller and myself had looked about us, we had a
mind to inquire what these preparations were for. Going about on the
hunt, Diego recognized in the manager, Signor Thomas de la Fuenta, to
whom we made up with great eagerness. The schoolmaster did not
recollect the young barber at first, such a difference had ten years
made. But when convinced of his being his own flesh and blood, he
gave him a cordial embrace, and said, with much appearance of
kindness, Ah! here you are, Diego, my dear nephew, here you are,
restored after your wanderings to your native land. You come to
revisit your household gods, your Penates; and heaven delivers you
back, safe and sound, into the bosom of your family. O, happy day!
happy in all the proportions of arithmetic! A day worthy to be
marked with a white stone, and inserted among the Fasti! We have
annals in abundance for you, my friend; your uncle Pedro, the
poetaster, has fallen a sacrifice at the shrine of Pluto: to speak to
the comprehension of the vulgar, he has been dead these three months.
That miser, in his lifetime, was afraid of wanting
necessaries--_Argenti pallebat amore_. Though the great were heaping
wealth upon his head, his annual expenditure did not amount to ten
pistoles. He had but one miserable attendant, and him he starved.
This crazy fellow, more wrong-headed than the Grecian Aristippus, who
ordered his slaves to leave all their costly baggage in the heart of
Lybia, as an incumbrance on their march, heaped up all the gold and
silver he could scrape together. And to what end? for those very
heirs whom he refused to acknowledge. He died worth thirty thousand
ducats, shared between your father, your uncle Bertrand, and myself.
We shall be able to do very well for our children. My brother
Nicholas has already married off your sister Theresa to the son of a
magistrate in this place--_Connubio junxit stabili propriamque
dicavit_. These very hymeneals, greeted auspiciously by all the
nuptial powers, have we been celebrating for these two days with all
this pomp and luxury. These tents in the plain are of our pitching.
Pedro's three heirs have each a booth of his own, and we defray the
expenses of the day alternately. I wish you had come sooner, you
might have seen the whole progress of our festivities. The day
before yesterday--the wedding-day--your father gave his treat. It
was a superb entertainment, succeeded by running at the ring. Your
uncle, the mercer, regaled us, yesterday, with a fête champêtre, and
paid the piper handsomely. There were ten of the best grown boys,
and ten young girls, dressed out in pastoral weeds; all the frippery
in his shop was brought out to prank them up. This assemblage of
Ganymedes and Houris ran through all the mazes of the dance, and
warbled forth a thousand tender and spirit-stirring lays. And yet,
though nothing was ever more genteel, the effect was not thought
striking; but that must be owing to the bad taste of the
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