XXVII.

A modern French author says, that the French language is not capable of

the _jeux de mots_. _Les jeux de mots_, are not, says he, in the genius

_de notre langue, qui est grave, de serieuse_. Perhaps it maybe so; but

the language, and the men, are then so different, that I thought quite

otherwise,--though the following beautiful specimen of the seriousness

of the language ought, in some measure; to justify his remark:

Un seul est frappé, & tous sont delivrés,

Dieu frappe sons fils innocent, pour l'amour

Des hommes coupables, & pardonne aux hommes

Coupables, pour l'amour de son fils innocent.

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