which there is no untruth. Reboul has left like a Christian a world and an epoch which often grieved his faith. He has gone to that heaven which he had seen in his poetic visions, and in which his imagination had placed so many noble types. He himself has now become a type such as the Christian muse would fain see placed in the immortal fatherland of the elect." The recording angel may well have sung over his tomb these triumphant words of the Gospel: "Well done, thou good and faithful servant; because thou hast been faithful in a few things, I will set thee over great things: enter thou into the joy of thy Lord." We have thus endeavored to present a portrait of a character not often met with in our literature. This man of the people, and yet a royalist; this delicately-toned poet, and yet a man of sturdy common sense, affords a curious and interesting study. What has won our especial admiration is his inflexible adherence to principle in all that concerns faith and the rights of the Holy See. FOOTNOTES: [28] _Lettres de Jean Reboul de Nîmes, avec une Introduction par M. de Poujoulat._ Michel Lévy Frères. Paris, 1866. [29] Romans xi. 24. [30] Uncultivated tracts of land bordering the sea-shore of Brittany. [31] 1 Kings ix. 21. [32] This name was given to the market-women who had their regular seats around the guillotine, and _knitted_ diligently, at the same time insulting the victims while the executioner did his bloody work. [33] See a translation of this poem in THE CATHOLIC WORLD for July. [34] Alluding to his own vicissitudes during the French emigration. [35] Literally, "Exile needs even its very crumbs." [36] Smock-frock, or working-clothes. [37] By Monchharem, a young Persian attached to the staff of Marshal Paskievicz. [38] See the second article on Jerome Savonarola, CATHOLIC WORLD, July, 1873. [39] Literally "big-drum century." [40] More expressive in the original, _le blanc d'œuf battu_--literally "white of eggs beaten up." [41] Untranslatable: the meaning is, that the vigor is that of a prize-fighter, the ruggedness not of a philosopher, but of a low ruffian. [42] Simpler and more forcible in the original: _le sentiment de lui-même_--"the consciousness of himself." MARY. Dear honored name, beloved for human ties, But loved and honored first that One was given In living proof to erring mortal eyes That our poor flesh is near akin to heaven. Sweet word of dual meaning: one of grace, And born of our kind Advocate above; And one by memory linked to that dear face That blessed my childhood with its mother-love, And taught me first the simple prayer, "To thee, Poor banished sons of Eve, we send our cries." Through mist of years, those words recall to me A childish face upturned to loving eyes.