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the Sergeant of Waterloo； one evening in the spring of 1818； would certainly have attracted； by its mass； the attention of any painter who had passed that way。
It was the fore…carriage of one of those trucks which are used in wooded tracts of country； and which serve to transport thick planks and the trunks of trees。
This fore…carriage was posed of a massive iron axle…tree with a pivot； into which was fitted a heavy shaft； and which was supported by two huge wheels。 The whole thing was pact； overwhelming； and misshapen。 It seemed like the gun…carriage of an enormous cannon。
The ruts of the road had bestowed on the wheels； the fellies； the hub； the axle； and the shaft； a layer of mud； a hideous yellowish daubing hue； tolerably like that with which people are fond of ornamenting cathedrals。 The wood was disappearing under mud； and the iron beneath rust。 Under the axle…tree hung； like drapery； a huge chain； worthy of some Goliath of a convict。
This chain suggested； not the beams； which it was its office to transport； but the mastodons and mammoths which it might have served to harness； it had the air of the galleys； but of cyclopean and superhuman galleys； and it seemed to have been detached from some monster。
Homer would have bound Polyphemus with it； and Shakespeare； Caliban。
Why was that fore…carriage of a truck in that place in the street？ In the first place； to encumber the street； next； in order that it might finish the process of rusting。
There is a throng of institutions in the old social order； which one es across in this fashion as one walks about outdoors； and which have no other reasons for existence than the above。
The centre of the chain swung very near the ground in the middle； and in the loop； as in the rope of a swing； there were seated and grouped； on that particular evening； in exquisite interlacement； two little girls； one about two years and a half old； the other； eighteen months； the younger in the arms of the other。
A handkerchief； cleverly knotted about them； prevented their falling out。 A mother had caught sight of that frightful chain； and had said； 〃e！ there's a plaything for my children。〃
The two children； who were dressed prettily and with some elegance； were radiant with pleasure； one would have said that they were two roses amid old iron； their eyes were a triumph； their fresh cheeks were full of laughter。
One had chestnut hair； the other； brown。 Their innocent faces were two delighted surprises； a blossoming shrub which grew near wafted to the passers…by perfumes which seemed to emanate from them； the child of eighteen months displayed her pretty little bare stomach with the chaste indecency of childhood。 Above and around these two delicate heads； all made of happiness and steeped in light； the gigantic fore…carriage； black with rust； almost terrible； all entangled in curves and wild angles； rose in a vault； like the entrance of a cavern。
A few paces apart； crouching down upon the threshold of the hostelry； the mother； not a very prepossessing woman； by the way； though touching at that moment； was swinging the two children by means of a long cord； watching them carefully； for fear of accidents； with that animal and celestial expression which is peculiar to maternity。
At every backward and forward swing the hideous links emitted a strident sound； which resembled a cry of rage； the little girls were in ecstasies； the setting sun mingled in this joy； and nothing could be more charming than this caprice of chance which had made of a chain of Titans the swing of cherubim。
As she rocked her little ones； the mother hummed in a discordant voice a romance then celebrated：
〃It must be； said a warrior。〃
Her song； and the contemplation of her daughters； prevented her hearing and seeing what was going on in the street。
In the meantime； some one had approached her； as she was beginning the first couplet of the romance； and suddenly she heard a voice saying very near her ear：
〃You have two beautiful children there； Madame。〃
〃To the fair and tender Imogene〃
replied the mother； continuing her romance； then she turned her head。
A woman stood before her； a few paces distant。
This woman also had a child； which she carried in her arms。
She was carrying； in addition； a large carpet…bag； which seemed very heavy。
This woman's child was one of the most divine creatures that it is possible to behold。
lt was a girl； two or three years of age。 She could have entered into petition with the two other little ones； so far as the coquetry of her dress was concerned； she wore a cap of fine linen； ribbons on her bodice； and Valenciennes lace on her cap。 The folds of her skirt were raised so as to permit a view of her white； firm； and dimpled leg。
She was admirably rosy and healthy。 The little beauty inspired a desire to take a bite from the apples of her cheeks。
Of her eyes nothing could be known； except that they must be very large； and that they had magnificent lashes。 She was asleep。
She slept with that slumber of absolute confidence peculiar to her age。
The arms of mothers are made of tenderness； in them children sleep profoundly。
As for the mother； her appearance was sad and poverty…stricken。 She was dressed like a working…woman who is inclined to turn into a peasant again。
She was young。
Was she handsome？
Perhaps； but in that attire it was not apparent。
Her hair； a golden lock of which had escaped； seemed very thick； but was severely concealed beneath an ugly； tight； close； nun…like cap； tied under the chin。
A smile displays beautiful teeth when one has them； but she did not smile。 Her eyes did not seem to have been dry for a very long time。 She was pale； she had a very weary and rather sickly appearance。 She gazed upon her daughter asleep in her arms with the air peculiar to a mother who has nursed her own child。
A large blue handkerchief； such as the Invalides use； was folded into a fichu； and concealed her figure clumsily。
Her hands were sunburnt and all dotted with freckles； her forefinger was hardened and lacerated with the needle； she