Savoyard

The government of this little Savoyard state became substantially like that which existed among the Swiss cantons.

Savoyard shows his teeth—considers—stretches himself on the grass—plays with the mice—and answers volubly.

The Savoyard's face brightens—he looks happy: the mice run from the grave into his bosom.

I stood before the fine tomb with its fine epitaph; the Savoyard looked at me wistfully.

I regained the entrance to the churchyard—I looked back—there sate the Savoyard, still amidst men's graves, but under God's sky.