Excerpt from A French Mother in War Time, 1916: Being the Journal of Madame Edouard Drumont IN spite of the state of my health, I am delighted to write the few lines for which I have been asked as a preface to this volume. When I lived at soisy-sous-etiolles, where were spent the few hours of happiness that I have known in my life, the young hero who to-day is facing the greatest dangers with valiant cheerfulness was grow ing up under my eyes. I used to correct his translations and his exercises, and I must own that he did not take kindly to Latin and Greek. To me he confided his earliest dreams and ambitions. He was always attracted by the lure of the Unknown, by the desire to mingle with the universe, and he has at length realized his dreams, in spite of his mother's entreaties and fears. In fine, he was modern in the fullest acceptance of the word. While he was still at school at Beauvais, he made with his own hands the first machine in which he was to soar through the air. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.