by HONORE DE BALZAC
Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley
May your name, that of one whose portrait is the noblest ornament
of this work, lie on its opening pages like a branch of sacred
box, taken from an unknown tree, but sanctified by religion, and
kept ever fresh and green by pious hands to bless the house.
There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires