on the second of November； the solemn day of the dead； he never passes
this youthful monument without wondering whether it does not need a
stronger woman than Augustine to endure the violent embrace of genius？
〃The humble and modest flowers that bloom in the valley；〃 he reflects；
〃perish perhaps when they are transplanted too near the skies； to the
region where storms gather and the sun is scorching。〃
End