Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France - that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?

Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France - that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?

On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born.

But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.