April, 1858, of an old and noble family of painters, engravers, and printers. He went to Paris in 1883, and obtained a position in the Bibliothèque Nationale, but was dismissed after two or three years because of an article—Joujou Patriotisme—in which he proposed an alliance between France and Germany. He was on the editorial staff of the Mercure de France, for which he wrote to his last days. Before the war he had created a magnificent type of the Philistine, M. Croquant. When I saw him for the first time, in 1906, he gave me the impression of a weary friar smothered in books, with two great vivid eyes and a thick-lipped mouth. I saw him for the last time in 1914, at the Café de Flore, on the Boulevard Saint Germain, with his friend Apollinaire. He had been very sick, and could hardly speak. A sort of lupus disfigured one side of his face, but he kept up his thinking and his writing with a marvelous and obstinate courage. An article every day for La France; a dialogue every fortnight for the Mercure.
In Italy he ought to be well known. He wrote for several Italian reviews: for the Rassegna Internazionale, the Marzocco and Lacerba of Florence, and for the Flegrea of Naples. Sem Benelli wrote of him in the Emporium, Giuseppe Vorluni in the Flegrea.
Today the troubles of the world are leading us back to religion and to humility, and Remy de
