The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1877-03-10

less brother Of tho law, who had
pawncd his "Code Napoleon" long
since, and had his hair out Ia
:Robespier~e on tick; dreamy
ideologists, skilled billiard-players
and here, her last asylum, had come
the ultimate specimen Of that ex,
tinct race, the Lisetto of Beranger
At the Cochon ESlele the gayest
parties for canoeing at Asnieres and
picnicking Mt Robinson's Oak were
made up, and from it's portals twice
week merry band sailed arm-in;
arm to onjoy q saucy revel in the
salons of Pere Bullier. It was a
sporting place when I know it; there
was no dullnoss there, respecta-
bility. We cracked Jokes always ;
sometimes cracked bottles-when
we had tho money seldom cracked
heads, for we were all frm friends,
Il Joyous sodality. The ceiling and
walls OF the diminutive tavern wore
eloquent with grotesque sketches in
charcoal, distemper, and oil ; the
portraits of tho principal clients of
the house wore there in side-split-
ting distortion, hut still recogniza-
bio; over on innor door waa tho
most bizarre of representations of q
leree of pig-headed courtiers q
panel opposite glowed with lifelike
portraits, in an oval cluster, of litera-
~ worthless worshipped by Young
Franco Dumas, do Musset, Muir
ger, Georges Sand, Gautier, Janin,
Gerard do Nerval, Beranger and
Hugo, of course, for lie Cochop
.FTdeie was n thing if not realistic.
portly Qourhet, with his pleasant
face, ruddy rs Burgundian wine,
came sometimes to smoke an ancient
Guilty, and Cham and GIL, and 9TH
ers who have since won renown
and some Of the wild daubs around
that mookcd us were their handi-
work. The laugh of Henri Monnier
was familiar with the echoes of the
strained rooftree, and Charles Bau-
dolaire had often strolled into LIE
Cochon EEdcle to borrow roam of
foolscap from II more fortunate
brother. Even some diS mujores
epthroned in the oval cluster had
haunted the tavern in these days.
& S oote taea Are taPe paynMg Mhefe a9mndes 2H5es
for n lump Of sugar, mused Alfred
dc Musset ; and in that uool by the
easement Henri NIurger outlined
" til stumpy pencil the "T5e de
R'hense," needless of the CUP of
black coffee that grow cold. There
was tradition t mt the petit bou-
hon'ne, Adolphe Thiers, had run up
score Of three francs (sevcnty~tive
cents) there whGn ho was dlus lu
dcche (as all of us who are worth
our salt ore one time or other.)
But the tradition on which the
company prided itself most was that
which gave it's numa tn the hosteiry'
Kecall the pig of the Latin Quarter
which L have meAtioned--a earpless,
hlppy-ge lucky grupter, He seom-
ed to have drunk in tho free and
easy spirit of tho schools with the
atmosphere he breathed, Could he
sing he would have been a trouba.
dor. AS it was, he was the studcnts
pig, and rubbed his snout against
the knees of every roysterer, who
passed, with the same love that the
soldiers dog showed for red-coat,
and tho fremen's dog for the Sal
wage Corps. He roved about the
Quarter in the morning, a chartered
libertine, and nobody molested him
but invariably, and with tho regulari
ty of clockwork, he sat down, az
noontide approached, on his haunch-
es opposite the window of the Bohe-
nian tavern, which was then called
lie CochoD TIut1c-- Tho Guinea
Pig" The students never failed to
hand him out platter of alops and
to pat his sleek head but when the
platter was licked olean, he did not
stir, There he sat, in the same
position, motionless, as if he were
ont in stone, with his gaze wistfully
fixed on the dame 0u conaptoir. She
was a bonnie buxom damsel, with
laughing grey eyes, and cherry
cheeks, and hair that fell on her
plump shoulders like thick skeins of
soft shining, golden silk. Not till
the shutters were put up could that
pig be induced to quit his ground !;
and then, with dropping ears and
tail, he reluctantly erept off, But
how ,cheerfullY ho trOtted IN next