In the village grave-yard a modest
tomb has been erected for Bleuette and Coquelicot. Thither, from all the country
round, lovers come yearly, on a sort of pilgrimage.
About this tomb bluebottles and cornpoppies grow
in abundance. Nowhere else are their hues so bright and delicate. You would say
that the flowers have caught something from the character of those two
History will long seek in vain for an instance of
devoted affection equal to theirs.
The grasshopper and the cricket have taken up
their abode in the high grass, which grows about the grave of Bleuette and
Coquelicot. Day and night they chant around it their mournful ditties.
A nightingale likewise comes before sunrise, and,
concealed in the branches of a willow near, sings her farewell to the two
The butterflies and the bees are lonely, as they
flit round among the neighboring flowers. The reckless gad-fly and the
humming-fly dare not disturb, with their noisy wings, the stillness of this
Often, as the schoolmaster passes through the
cemetery, he stops to cull flowers from the tomb of the two victims. “My dear
children,” he says to his pupils, while he shows them the bluebottle and the
cornpoppy, -- “this one signifies delicacy, and the other, consolation.” These
are two qualities, that have no very direct connection with the story which we
relate to you. But we must give up in the presence of the master. He knows
better than we do the language of flowers. And yet the young folks of the
village take a pleasure, when they have a chance, in twitching his queue, and
playing other pranks upon him.
In order to excuse themselves in the eyes of
posterity, for having caused the death of two shepherdesses so delightful as
Bleuette and Coquelicot, Lucas and Blaise solemnly affirmed, upon their
death-beds, their belief at the time, that the marriage with the judge and the
squire had actually been consummated.
Fifty years after the death of their victims,
Lucas and Blaise die, overwhelmed with remorse.
The following is the inscription on their tomb: –
BLAISE AND LUCAS;
Good fathers, good husbands, good shepherds.
Whosoever thou art,
Stay a moment; drop a tear to their
Say a prayer for their souls.
R. I. P.
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