第52章 JASMIN'S TOURS OF PHILANTHROPY.(3)

One day,while Jasmin was sharpening his razors in his shop in Agen,who should appear but Mdlle.Therese Roaldes,sad and dejected.It was the same young lady who had charmed him,not only by her intellectual converse,but by her admirable musical ability.She had sung brilliantly at the entertainment given at her father's house,and now she came to lay her case before the Agenaise barber!She told her whole story,ending with the present destitution of her father--formerly the rich stockbroker.

"What can we do now?"asked Jasmin;"something must be done at once."Mdlle.Roaldes judged rightly of the generous heart of Jasmin.

He was instantly ready and willing to help her.They might not restore her father's fortunes,but they might rescue him from the poverty and humiliations in which his sudden reverse of fortune had involved him.The young lady had only her voice and her harp,but Jasmin had his "Curl-papers."Mdlle.Roaldes was beautiful;could her beauty have influenced Jasmin?For beauty has a wonderful power in the world.But goodness is far better,and it was that and her filial love which principally influenced Jasmin in now offering her his assistance.

The two made their first appearance at Agen.They gave their performance in the theatre,which was crowded,The name of Mdlle.Roaldes excited the greatest sympathy,for the misfortunes of her father were well known in the South.For this beautiful girl to descend from her brilliant home in Toulouse to the boards of a theatre at Agen,was a sad blow,but her courage bore her up,and she excited the sympathetic applause of the audience.In the midst of the general enthusiasm,Jasmin addressed the charming lady in some lines which he had prepared for the occasion.Holding in his hand a bouquet of flowers,he said--"Oh well they bloom for you!Mothers and daughters,Throw flowers to her,though moistened with your tears.

These flowers receive them,for They bear the incense of our hearts.

Daughter of heaven,oh,sing!your name shines bright,The earth applauds,and God will bless you ever."At the conclusion of his poem,Jasmin threw his wreath of flowers to the young lady,and in an instant she was covered with flowers by the audience.Mdlle.Roaldes was deeply moved.

She had faced a public audience for the first time;she had been received with applause,and from that moment she felt confidence in her performances as well as in her labour of love.

The poet,with the singer and harpist,made a tour in the southern provinces,and the two muses,poetry and music,went from town to town,enlivening and enlightening the way.

Every heart praised the poet for giving his services to his young and beautiful friend.They applauded also the lovely woman who made her harp-chords vibrate with her minstrel's music.

The pair went to Montauban,Albi,Toulouse,and Nimes;they were welcomed at Avignon,the city of Petrarch and the Popes.Marseilles forgot for a time her harbour and her ships,and listened with rapture to the musician and the poet.

At Marseilles Jasmin felt himself quite at home.In the intervals between the concerts and recitals,he made many new friends,as well as visited many old ones.His gay and genial humour,his lively sallies,his brilliant recitals,brought him friends from every circle.M.Merv,in a political effusion,welcomed the Gascon poet.He was invited to a fete of l'Athenee-Ouvier (the Workman's Athenaeum);after several speeches,Jasmin rose and responded:

"I am proud,"he said,"of finding myself among the members of this society,and of being welcomed by men who are doubly my brethren--by the labour of the hands and by the labour of the head.You have moved me and astonished me,and I have incurred to l'Athenee-Ouvier a poetical debt which my muse can only repay with the most tender recollections."Many pleasant letters passed between Jasmin and Mdlle.de Roaldes.The lady entertained the liveliest gratitude to the poet,who had helped her so nobly in her misfortunes.On the morning after her first successful appearance at Agen,she addressed to him a letter full of praise and thankfulness.She ended it thus:"Most amiable poet,I adore your heart,and I do homage to your genius."In a future letter she confessed that the rays of the sun were not less welcome than the rays of his genius,and that her music would have been comparatively worthless but for his poetry.

Towards the end of their joint entertainment she again wrote to him:"You have become,my dear poet,my shower of gold,my heaven-sent manna,while you continue your devotion to my personal interests.As a poet,I give you all the glory;as a friend,I owe you the affection of my filial heart,the hopes of a better time,and the consolation of my future days.