The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-06-05
French L,terarv Portraits.

M. Theodore de Banville has just published
ome delicious Partisan sketches. We translate
few Of the more interesting ones:-
ERNEST RENAN.
head in expression very Youthful but
earneo, modest searching, strong, altogether
Yintellectual, butt is absolusely necessary to
say it--scarlet. A questioning, persuading
mouth; an eye that plerces light and darkness;
hair smoothed to the head to avoid trouble and
intermittence to perpetual labor. But the
author of LA Vie de Jesus" has piQue une tete
into the flames of thought, and it is still all
aglow. The iervid and poetical apostle OF
lncredulity is red Bardolph, so much is it true
that e1 tremes meet. The wine of the Ideal mas
cdrdindtise the nose OF Ernest Reuan as the wine
of Spain did that of Bardolph. 0ndture, grand
lToatque
GU1zor.
Under naughty and cold features proudly
held, and magmhcently illuminated by thought,
demonstrates well that in our modern age the
face is the man, since NJ. GuiZot, venerable to all
parties, remains imposing with little pointed
belly and green peruke. Always calm IN the
most invidlOus moments, Nj. Gulzot is the only
person who discovered no emotion when, the
other day, dpropoS OF the Latin poet, Terence,
NJ. lie Due de n. called out in full academ
Terence cest possble..".mais j'ai un peu
oublic mon gree !"
Here is a dainty sketch of popular actress:--
DEJAzET.
Joy, frolic, a dellrium, iest a song an
eternity Of twenty years, the faulty of LaUZon,
Juan Her looks comprehend ALL and, II she
wished, those long thin lips could tell all. The
eye IS small, charming, saucy, the brow pensiye,
the chin malicious, the woman light as a feather,
the Imagination rapid as a flame. II we had not
become undertakers (descroquemor;s) DejaZet
would be called among us, Gaudroe! She may
still he called gayety and good sense. Her
mind is the gdn,tn which amuses itself with a
stupid age; her body, she has of the least posi-
ble-she has no need OF it, she never has had
need of it, she who floats like song or winged
stanZa.
We pass some tempting morceaur to find space
II possible, for George Sand and Mlchelet:--
GEORGE SAND.
This is truly she in the miraculous portrait of
Calamata who represents her IN the costume of
man, the clothes loose and too large, and a
Cravat nPghgently tied, superb then with youth
and heroism, That little head that the waved
hair Caresses III large masses, the oval face, the
forehead more developed and apparently higher
in the middle than towards the temples, the
brown eye, little rdpprOche at the root OF the
nose, swimming, almond-cut and protruding
pupil, look ghstening with a nleldnge of bon
hoaln,e and malice, the aquiiLe nose with the
delicate nostrs raised flexible and mocking an
mouth, with lips OF a deep red, full and finely
Chselled surmounted with a shadow of down,
the teeth very white, narrow, q little long and
protrudng, the chin somewhat plump, but
where one feels a resolute bone (Un Os d'drret
tres ta7ne); the neck majestic, the bust ample
rich, and well modelled, the very tiny hands,
gllded by the KISS ol the sun, express magnln-
Gently the love Of visible splendors the enthusi-
asm for created things, the proud appetite for
all noble joys.
We had said before this rosy and flaming
aurora of her inant genius, that she would
write In reply to NJ. Feuillet abstract romances
directed against the sacrament of penitence
and peopled with gossamer-like characters with
nothing OF life in them.
MICHELET.
Here is mana conscience. What life, what
animation, what flame in this thin face, wrin-
kled, burnt like that of missionary, and an
apostle, under this forest of long white hair so
venerable and so cheering to Look on! With
out lips the mouth speaks, menaces, smiles,
Caresses, adores, disputes, persuades; his look
sees, searches, questions, divines, follows the
stars pierces the wells, lays open the horizon,
defes night, going beyond her, and when he is
wrapt in an ecstacy exhausts himself in contem-
plating things which are not yet. This lumi-
nous face with Voltarian chin, from whence
comes the fire which on every side at once sur
rounds and illuminates it From the intellect,
do not doubt it. If tor an instant the dreamer
is SILENT it is that he lZtens to the breathing OF
the plants and the talk of birds They have
SAID OF him:-"Tbis is a madman !" A madman,
indeed, as Albert Durer and as Dante were
a Visionaries.