"It is silent, that eloquent voice; it is sunk, that noble, that
speaking head; we sum up as we best can what she said to us, and we
bid her adieu. From many hearts, in many lands, a troop of tender
and grateful regrets converge toward her humble churchyard in
Berry. Let them be joined by these words of sad homage from one of
a nation which she esteemed, and which knew her very little and
very ill. Her guiding thought, the guiding thought which she did
her best to make ours too, 'the sentiment of the ideal life, which
is none other than man's normal life as we shall one day know it,'
is in harmony with words and promises familiar to that sacred place
where she lies."
Over her grave might well be written those words over another grave in
Pere-la-Chaise:--