This banner text can have markup. Search the history of over billion web pages on the Internet. Books by Language Additional Collections. In as sombre a narrow street as there is amongst all her dark alleys, and in the dark room of as gloomy a house as stands in that alley, on the fifth day of April, in the much bewigged and powdered year of , there was born to a glovemaker of the town a boy, whom the priest christened Jean Honore Fragonard. As the worthy glovemaker looked out of his sombre home on to the sun-lit slopes of grey-green olive trees that stretched away to the blue waters of the sea, he vowed the boy to commerce and a thrifty life in this far-away country place, that was but little troubled with the gadding fashions and feverish vogues of distant, fickle, laughing Paris—indeed, the attenuated ghosts of these once-frantic things wriggled through the provinces on but doddering, sluggish feet to the high promenades of Grasse, and that, too, only long after the things they shadowed were buried under new millineries and fopperies and fantastic riot in the gay capital.