It is a real pleasure, my dear niece, to dedicate to you a book of which the subject and the details have gained the approbation⁠—so difficult to secure⁠—of a young girl to whom the world is as yet un...

As you enter Nemours coming from Paris, you cross the canal of the Loing, whose banks form a rural rampart to the pretty little town, and afford many picturesque walks. Since 1830, unfortunately, many...

The action began with a scene so hackneyed in literature, whether old or new, that no one would believe in its effect in 1829 if the principal figure were not an old lady of Brittany, a Kergarouët and...

Madame Crémière’s capsulingies are impossible to translate; an equivalent is all that can be attempted. ↩ See “The Ball at Sceaux.” ↩...