The Saint Paul globe., 1896-11-30
Scotland fell in love with the brutal


Boutwell,?
| Pagello is still living-ninety years
| old he is-and from him DR.. Cabanes
obtained copy of the fine letter.
A hearty old man Pagello is, and
| greatly fattered he seems to be on ac-
| count of the attention which is being
! paid to him at present. Among his
| treasures are a few porcelain cups out
of which George Sand used to drink,
and these he always shows to visit
ors Talking of the woman who has
made his name famous, he says that
she was fond of Turkish tobacco and
used to make her own cigarettes, that
| she was always sweet-tempered and
i content with her lot, that fish was her
| favorite food, that she exceled in max
ing sauces and that she drank good
| deal Of tea as a stimulant to work.
Young Pagello, his son, adds fur
| ther details. ''This was mere episode
in my fathers life," he says; nothing
more. George Sand, wearied with AL
fred de Musset's capriees, fell in love
with my father, wfe was a fine. hand
! some, broad shouldered young fellow.
My father loved the handsome French
woman for her genius, her kindness
indeed, to tell the truth, he was capti-
waited with her But this little incl
dent was soon forgotten by him."
How cold, nay, heartless, these words
seem as we read George Sands out
burst of passionate alteration! Would
she have written thus if she had for
seen that this idyl in her life would be
in time regarded as little incident"
in her lovers life?
HER DAUGHTER PROTESTS.
| She would, perhaps, be as much np-
posed to the publication Of this love
! letter as some members of her family
are now to the publication of her pri-
yate documents. Her daughter, Nine.
| C!esinger, was very angry when she
| heard that this letter had been pub
| lished, and she at once asked the courts
| to interfere in her behalf. Lawyers.
however, are of sthe opinion that she
| has no case. A letter, they say, be-
| longs partly to the author and partly
| to the person to whom it is addressed.
| and under ordinary circumstances no
third party has any claim to it. More
| over, George Sand bequeathed all the
| letters relating to herself and De Mus
! set to M Emile Ancante, a member of
the Calmann Levy firm of publishers,
with full instructions to publish them
whenever he might see fit. M Ancante
/ y
and that her letters to De Musset will
be published shortly. Nine. Clesinger
and other members of George Sands
family, he claims, have not shadow
of title to her letters. He will publish
them, and the originals will then be
deposited in the National or some
other great French library.
Even admitting, however, that the
members Of the family have some
rights as regards the letters to De Mus
set; it is difficult to see what claim they
can have on the letters written to
! Pagello, and which are, apparently, in
! his possession.
Now for the famous letter itself:
A PASSIONATE LOVE SONG.
"Since we were born under different
skies, we have neither the same
| thoughts nor the same language, but
have we not at least, the same hearts
1.-The warm and foggy climate of my
native land has left in me sweet and
melancholy impressions; what passions
do you owe to the generous sun, which
has bronzed your brow? I know how
to love and to suffer, and you, how do
you love?
''I do not know If you really love me-
I shall never know You are only able
to speak few words in my tongue ana
1 do not know your mother tongue suf-
ficiently to enable me to frame ques-
/ tions so subtle. Perhaps even II L
knew your language thoroughly, II
would be impossible for me to make
myself understood.
! 1.-The places in which we have lived.
the persons who have instructed US,
are doubtless the cause why we can
not explain, each to the other, our ideas,
our. sentiments, our needs. My weak
nskhre and your fiery temperament
must necessarily give birth to Thoughts
that are widely different. OF surety
you either ignore or despise the thou
! sand pangs thatssassail me; of a surety
| you laugh at that which brings tears
to my eyes.
Perhaps you do not know what tears
! are
Twill you be for ime helpmate or
master? Will you console me for all
| the ills which Ifsuffered before l met
you? Will you understand why l am
! sad?
do you know what compassion, pa
thence. friendship mean? Perhaps you
have been nurtured in the conviction
| that women have no soul? Do you
know that they have one? Are you
neither Christian nor Mussulman
neither civilized nor barbarian? Are
you a man? What is there within this
| manly breast, this leonine eye, this
superb brow? Is there in you a
thought noble and pure, sentiment
fraternal and pious? When you sleep
do you dream that you are winging
your way toward heaven? When men
do you wrong do you put your trust
in God?
do you know what / am, and are
you trembling yourself because you do