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Show Won the. Muse Jmt Once. Men who have written one book or made one speech have sometimes risen to temporary fume. It does not often happen, however, that a man of one song attains celebrity, especially in France, where the composers of love, war or wine lyrics have been prolific from the days of tho famous "seven gay tronbadonrs of Toulouse" to those of Beranger and Dupont. M. Louis Houssot, who has just passed away from life's busy scenes in his sixty-sixth year, was a man who owed any celebrity which he enjoyed to the solitary lyrio "Rien n'est sacre pour nn sapeur." -'-.This 'took tlio t'owh by storm on the Boulevard du Temple, where it used to be snug nnder the empire- by Theresa. Her mode of rendering "Naught Is Sacred Sa-cred to a Sapper" caused everybody to flock to hear her, and it may fairly be taken as her greatest success, eclipsing by . far her more modern ditties. M. Houssot tried his hand at other compositions, composi-tions, bnt failed egregiously, and withdrew with-drew from the music halls to his workshop, work-shop, where he gained his bread as a fair draughtsman. London Telegraph. |