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iment, and cornice still stand. It is a portion of the Corinthian entrance to what was the superb assembly place of Roman Arles. The square is called Place du Forum

did not at all realize the fullness of the Proven?al reverence for "the Master," as they call him, until we reached Arles. To the Provence Mistral is a god-an Apollo-the "central sun from which other Proven?al singers are as diverging rays." Whatever Mistral touches is glorified. Proven?al women talk with a new grace because Mistral has sung of them. Green slopes and mo

ways young. Outside of France they are not widely known; their bloom and fragrance shrink under translation. George Meredith, writing

ith its treasures and associations, the place has become a shrine. Everything relating to the life and traditions of the Provence is there-Roman sculpture, sarcophagi, ceramics, frescoes, furnishings, implements-the place is crowded with precious things. Lately a room of honor has been devoted to the poet himself. In it are cases filled with his personal treasures; the walls are hung with illustrations used in his books. On the mantel is a fine bust of the poet, and in a handsome rel