to that carving must have risked his life.

Sometimes, in the evening, she heard a voice, concealed beneath the wind screen of the bell tower, singing a sad, strange song, as though to lull her to sleep. The lines were unrhymed, such as a deaf person can make.

Ne regarde pas la figure, Jeune fille, regarde l� coeur. Le coeur d’un beau jeune homme est souvent difforme. Il y a des coeurs o� l’amour ne se conserve pas.

Jeune fille, l� sapin n’est pas beau,

N’est pas beau comme l� peuplier,

Mais il garde son feuillage l’hiver.

H�las! a quoi bon dire cela? Ce qui n’est pas beau a tort d’�tre; La beaut� n’aime