After an interval,he recited La Semaine d'un Fils;and he recited it very beautifully.There were some men who wept;and many women who exclaimed,"Charmant!Tout-a-fait charmant!"but who did not weep.Jasmin next recited Ma Bigno,which has been already described.The contributor to Chambers's Journal proceeds:"It was all very amusing to a proud,stiff,reserved Britisher like myself,to see how grey-headed men with stars and ribbons could cry at Jasmin's reading;and how Jasmin,himself a man,could sob and wipe his eyes,and weep so violently,and display such excessive emotion.This surpassed my understanding--probably clouded by the chill atmosphere of the fogs,in which every Frenchman believes we live.After the recitations had concluded,Jasmin's social ovation began.Ladies surrounded him,and men admired him.A ring was presented,and a pretty speech spoken by a pretty mouth,accompanied the presentation;and the man of the people was flattered out of all proportion by the brave,haughty old noblesse.
"To do Jasmin justice,although naturally enough spoiled by the absurd amount of adulation he has met with,he has not been made cold-hearted or worldly.He is vain,but true and loyal to his class.He does not seek to disguise or belie his profession.
In fact,he always dwells upon his past more or less,and never misses an opportunity of reminding his audience that he is but a plebeian,after all.
"He wears a white apron,and shaves and frizzes hair to this day,when at Agen;and though a Chevalier of the Legion of Honour,member of Academies and Institutes without number,feted,praised,flattered beyond anything we can imagine in England,crowned by the king and the then heir to the throne with gilt and silver crowns,decked with flowers and oak-leaves,and all conceivable species of coronets,he does not ape the gentleman,but clips,curls,and chatters as simply as heretofore,and as professionally.There is no little merit in this steady attachment to his native place,and no little good sense in this adherence to his old profession.It is far manlier and nobler than that weak form of vanity shown in a slavish imitation of the great,and a cowardly shame of one's native condition.
"Without going so far as his eulogistic admirers in the press,yet we honour in him a true poet,and a true man,brave,affectionate,mobile,loving,whose very faults are all amiable,and whose vanity takes the form of nature.And if we of the cold North can scarcely comprehend the childish passionateness and emotional unreserve of the more sensitive South,at least we can profoundly respect the good common to us all the good which lies underneath that many-coloured robe of manners which changes with every hamlet;the good which speaks from heart to heart,and quickens the pulses of the blood;the good which binds us all as brothers,and makes but one family of universal man;and this good we lovingly recognise in Jasmin;and while rallying him for his foibles,respectfully love him for his virtues,and tender him a hand of sympathy and admiration as a fine;poet,a good citizen,and a true-hearted man."Before leaving Paris it was necessary for Jasmin to acknowledge his gratitude to the French Academy.The members had done him much honour by the gold medal and the handsome donation they had awarded him.On the 24th of August,1852,he addressed the Forty of the Academy in a poem which he entitled 'Langue Francaise,Langue Gasconne,'or,as he styled it in Gascon,'Lengo Gascouno,Lengo Francezo.'In this poem,which was decorated with the most fragrant flowers of poetry with which he could clothe his words,Jasmin endeavoured to disclose the characteristics of the two languages.At the beginning,he said:
"O my birth-place,what a concert delights my ear!Nightingales,sing aloud;bees,hum together;Garonne,make music on your pure and laughing stream;the elms of Gravier,tower above me;not for glory,but for gladness."[3]
After the recitation of the poem,M.Laurentie said that it abounded in patriotic sentiments and fine appreciation,to say nothing of the charming style of the falling strophes,at intervals,in their sonorous and lyrical refrain.M.Villemain added his acclamation."In truth,said he,"once more our Academy is indebted to Jasmin!"The poet,though delighted by these ovations,declared that it was he who was indebted to the members of the Academy,not they to him.M.de Salvandy reassured him:"Do not trouble yourself,Jasmin;you have accomplished everything we could have wished;you have given us ten for one,and still we are your debtors."After Jasmin had paid his compliments to the French Academy,he was about to set out for Agen--being fatigued and almost broken down by his numerous entertainments in Paris--when he was invited by General Fleury to visit the President of the French Republic at Saint-Cloud.This interview did not please him so much as the gracious reception which he had received in the same palace some years before from Louis Philippe and the Duchess of Orleans;yet Jasmin was a man who respected the law,and as France had elected Louis Napoleon as President,he was not unwilling to render him his homage.
Jasmin had already seen the President when passing through Agen a few years before,on his visit to Bordeaux,Toulouse,and Toulon;but they had no personal interview.M.Edmond Texier,however,visited Jasmin,and asked him whether he had not composed a hymn for the fete of the day.No!he had composed nothing;yet he had voted for Louis Napoleon,believing him to be the saviour of France."But,"said M.Texier,"if the Prince appeals to you,you will eulogise him in a poem?""Certainly,"replied Jasmin,"and this is what I would say:'Sir,in the name of our country,restore to us our noble friend M.Baze.