and miserable existence of the unoccupied
     If there is one! (a paradise)
     In order to make money, the first thing is to have no need of it
     Love and tranquillity seldom dwell at peace in the same heart
     Never foolish to spend money.  The folly lies in keeping it
     Often been compared to Eugene Sue, but his touch is lighter
     One half of his life belonged to the poor
     One may think of marrying, but one ought not to try to marry
     Succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness
     The women have enough religion for the men
     The history of good people is often monotonous or painful
     To learn to obey is the only way of learning to command

A ROMANCE OF YOUTH

By Francois Coppee

With a Preface by Jose de Heredia, of the French Academy

FRANCOIS COPPEE

Francois Edouard Joachim Coppee was born in Paris, January 12, 1842.  His father was a minor ‘employe’ in the French War Office; and, as the family consisted of six the parents, three daughters, and a son (the subject of this essay)—­the early years of the poet were not spent in great luxury.  After the father’s death, the young man himself entered the governmental office with its monotonous work.  In the evening he studied hard at St. Genevieve Library.  He made rhymes, had them even printed (Le Reliquaire, 1866); but the public remained indifferent until 1869, when his comedy in verse, ‘Le Passant’, appeared.  From this period dates the reputation of Coppee—­he woke up one morning a “celebrated man.”

Like many of his countrymen, he is a poet, a dramatist, a novelist, and a writer of fiction.  He was elected to the French Academy in 1884.  Smooth shaven, of placid figure, with pensive eyes, the hair brushed back regularly, the head of an artist, Coppee can be seen any day looking over the display of the Parisian secondhand booksellers on the Quai Malaquais; at home on the writing-desk, a page of carefully prepared manuscript, yet sometimes covered by cigarette-ashes; upon the wall, sketches by Jules Lefebvre and Jules Breton; a little in the distance, the gaunt form of his attentive sister and companion, Annette, occupied with household cares, ever fearful of disturbing him.  Within this tranquil domicile can be heard the noise of the Parisian faubourg with its thousand different dins; the bustle of the street; the clatter of a factory; the voice of the workshop; the cries of the pedlers intermingled with the chimes of the bells of a near-by convent-a confusing buzzing noise, which the author, however, seems to enjoy; for Coppee is Parisian by birth, Parisian by education, a Parisian of the Parisians.