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FAMOUS
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BIOGRAPHICAL PORTRAITS
THEOPHILE GAUTIER
EUGENE
DE
MIRECOUI^T
Etc., Etc.
JJUu0trat&
NEW YORK
R.
WORTHINGTON,
1880
750
Broadway
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CONTENTS.
rAoa
TH^OPniLE Gautier.
By
Sainte-Bkuye.
By Eugene de
Madame Swetchinb.
Madame de Girardin
Amand,
Sainte-Beuve,
By M. de
Mirecourt,
27
Pontmartin,
By Imbert
(Delphine Gay).
Saint
56
Arsene Houssatb.
By Eugene de
Mirecourt,
George Sand.
By Eugene de
Mirecourt,
Alfred de Muiset.
By Paul de
Victor Hugo.
By Eugene de
Paul de Kock.
By
Alphonse de Lamartine.
By Theophile
Musset.
Mirecourt,
Theophile Gautier,
70
85
102
119
139
Gautier,
145
By Theophile
Gautier,
156
Charles Baudelaire.
By Theophile
Gautier.
168
HoNORE DE Balzac.
By
Theophile Gautier,
174
Beranger.
By
Theophile Gautier,
253
Gavarni.
Brizeux.
Henri Monnier.
By Eugene de
Mirecourt,
256
By Eugene de
Mirecourt,
259
Alexandre Dumas.
By Percy
Maurice de Guerin.
By Matthew
Denis Diderot.
By John
Fitzgerald,
Jean de La Fontaine.
Note.These
articles,
Arnold,
Morley,
264
272
307
319
now
Fbamcis a. Shaw.
by
TIH]E(Q)[FKlflILE
(SAyiHEH
THEOPHILE GAUTIER.*
When
we might
Paris.
age of
at Tarbes,
went
August 31st,
to live in Paris,
much is he a part of
writes of himself, " I learned to read at the
He
five years,
and
He
took his
first
with
lessons
day-pupil at Charlemagne. His father, a very good linguist, assisted him in Latin but the boy's taste was not
for the purely classic authors. Livy and Cicero wearied
him ; Martial, and Catullus, Apuleius and Petronius,
were his delight. So dear to him were these writers of
the decadence, that he sought to imitate them in all
;
vajrieties of
metre.
when he began
* Nouveaux Lundis.
Sainte-Beuve.
to
draw and
LIFE PORTKAITS.
to write verses.
;
school
considerable reputation
by two or
exercises,
and
as
romancists, waging a
war
ever
waged
more
fervor.
The
THfeOPHILE GAUTIER.
Virginite
du
illusions
Pourquoi ne pas
du matin de
diirer
jusqu^a
el
d'amour,
la vie,
la
Jin du jour ? *
And
then come childish loves, sweet, smiling landroads winding through sunny valleys, a path
along the hedge and the brook-side, leading directly to
the little park gate to which attaches a tender remembrance. There are steeples pointing to heaven as ia
scapes,
Tlis
i!
"Young
Ibum of
About
ill
fashions, costumes
this
and
is
a sort of
the blind-alley of
Doyennd, that
which
'Carrousel,
ere long
endure to
illusions of life's
tiie
1*
of
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10
" Young France."
literary
to feel
men,
it
it
almost dishonor to be
moved
at anything.
Its
device might have been those oft-quoted words of Terence slightly varied ; " I am a- man, and consequently I
human."
upon as vulgar and degrading
here Fancy, muse of art, was held in highest honor, and
when one of the members withdrew from this society so
interest myself in nothing
Here
politics
were
perfectly harmless in
life
of violence,
spit
its furies,
Gautier's
first
He
prose work.
composition, and
its
book striking both in plot and execution, the work of an artist and
a poet, but it cannot be recommended to young lady
Every physician of the soul, every moralist,
readers.
should keep a copy of it on a back shelf of his library.
" The Comedy of Death," which appeared in 1838,
shows a deeper and truer development in our artist and
This poem is a series of mournful evocations after
poet.
a walk to the cemetery on All Souls' Day. Raphael
Faust, Don Juan, Napoleon himself, appear by turns,
before the eyes of our poet, who demands from them
But none of these great
their secret of life and death.
ones who has come back to him, kaows the secret each
send^ him to the other.
Faust says " Love, and you will do far better than
to study."
Don Juan says " Interrogate science, learn,learn
You have more opportunity on this side than on
mine."
Finall}'', the great Emperor, having pressed the
globe in his hand and found it hollow, begins to envy
it
appeared in 1836.
It
is
THEOPHILE GAUTIER.
11
isle.
Ever in the
amid the intoxications of worldly pleas-
midst of
feasts,
ure,
poet's eyes
not
and ferocious
sneer,
leaving in your
funereal night
and that
all
a dream,
II.
The poet
complete
in Th^iophile Gautier
at
first,
tice.
says
he
Sur
Et
Is
*
he in
love, does
"Maintain
As an
Place
And
tlie
he suffer?
Instead of complaining,
we conceal a
torch,
light the
12
LIFE PORTRAITS.
unworthy
must not moan in
public, he restrains himself, he has recourse to some
image as to a veil, he throws a transparent and fanciful
envelope over the naked sentiment he knows how to
symbolize an unhappy passion under a just and ingenious
of
him and
emblem.
In turning over the pages of Gautier's poems,
won
it is
we
are
as in religion?
"
THEOPHILE GAUTIER.
13
own
and forced
resources,
The
for a livelihood.
to take
critiques of artists
He
with years acquired an excess of leniency the Gautier of the Moniteur is not quite
he of La Presse^ but though lenient he is not indifferent.
difPerence.
has, in fact,
He knows how
of liking
and
to
disliking.
When
damper on the
praise.
The
and places a
its
secrets.
"In
genius, a
man
The man
of talent
cessible to all
is
it
Genius
is
un-
its stature,
while
can wear.
Rossini, Do.iizetti
Delaviq:ne
LIFE PORTRAITS.
14
III.
we know.
In word-painting lies Th^ophile Gautier's true literary
conquest.
The
man
of letters has
THEOPHILE GAUTIEK.
him by the Bidassoa
at Valencia, all
is
15
bridge, to that
Liszt's concerts
"
it
as
he did.
His
panorama where
recital
forms a bas
all is
a picture.
At
a continuous
the decisive
Andalusia,
enters
relief,
him
he*
receives
with an amorous
transport, he salutes that Spain warmed by breezes from
the near Afric shore, until now, his vague chimera and
;
his dream.
enclose
them
sentiments
we
recital, to
poem upon
Such
the Three
To
the
LIFE POKTRAITS.
16
Alliambra,
might have made to the laurel of DaphneHaving once formed a taste for travel, Gautier indulged
it as
much
would
allow.
In
1845, he
in
full
heat of summer,
snow
up
In 1846, he revisited
in Spain.
in Spain."
THEOPHILE GAUTIER.
work
to his successors.
17
ject.
Of the
a tent, two horses and a servant.
on the expedition, three died from fatigue
or heat. Gautier returned to Paris in an Arabic costume,
coifed with a fez and wearing a burnous. He made his
advent into the city on the top of the Chalons diligence,
a young lioness that had been confided to his care, between
He had himself a leonine appearance sunhis knees.
burnt, tawny, with flashing eyes, his friends recall him
as he was at this fortunate epoch, in all the strength and
pride of second youth, in all the opulence and amplitude
of perfect manhood, breathing in life with full lungs,
having his own style of dress, oriental in design and
Two little ponies worthy of Tom Thumb, harcolor.
nessed to an elegant coup^ whose body almost grazed
the pavement, bore a master with a deep olive complexion who majestically filled the inside, and at each halt
for a visit, was ready to mount with agile step to the
suite of apartments.
At
this
This
is
the
first
la pmirpre en
Je suisjeune,
Mes
satisfaction,
Et sans
gravier ni toux,
ma
stanza
poitrine prqfonde
I'air
du del,
I'air
de Dieu.
18
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This
him.
is
not dispose of a
man
of genius
who
years.
stitutes
we
coloring,
is
an exact
Just as
its
outline.
to the object.
He
it is.
of
critic,
it
is
and consolations
own
little talent.
THEOPHILE
GAUTIER.
19
and attempt in his way something like what the artist has
done in his. And so we find in his descriptions many
an admirable little picture. His criticism is often pure
poetry, the lacryma christi, they pour out to you from
And do you
every street corner, on a counter of silver.
complain ?
Th^ophile Gautier's ideas in regard to painting are
peculiar.
He would not have the artist copy all, or reproduce all, and in painting yield to that infinity of
" It
detail which is the triumph of the daguerreotype.
is not nature he must render, but the semblance and
the physiognomy of nature. All art lies there."
In his criticisms of pictures he has always maintained
the absolute predominance of the picturesque. In an
article upon Ary Scheffer, he remarks that picturesque
thought has nothing in common with poetic thought
that an effect of light or shade, a rare outline, a happy
contrast of color, all these, are thoughts, and so painters
by temperament, born painters, find them.
In his criticisms upon painters, Theophile Gautier,
neither shows the prejudices of the man of letters, nor
shares the illusions of the crowd. No one can be more
benevolent than he to all sorts of talent. Where others
would be rude and harsh, he has the gentleness and consideration of a brother.
"
Why,"
thousand persons
is
no reason
and Wounding."
Never has a malicious sentiment entered the soul
With
of
LIFE PORTRAITS.
20
himself,
None have
IV.
Generally speaking, in both literature and painting,
Theophile Gautier is a rebellious Frenchman, a refractory critic. He loves with a sincere love, both Rabelais
and Ronsard, and some poets of the reign of Louis XIII.
Among all the authors of the so-called grand age, La
Bruyere alone pleases him. But he prefers the foreign
to the national masterpieces, Shakespeare, Goethe, Heine,
people his heaven, and are his gods. This feeling repeats itself in painting.
There is a sort of grey (this is
his word) in French art, which he can appreciate but
which little charms him. He must have more sun or
snow, more tropical or boreal clearness. He loves extremes.
charm
for him.
what he saw
fashion.
THEOPHILE GAUTIER.
21
Madame de
He
-new
us to Egypt.
Romance
He
of a
Mummy," he
transports
own
but he has thoroughly studied it in its literary monuments and pictures. This romance, entirely retrospective, contains nothing which could make real savants or
eyes,
In 1848, the position of Theophile Gautier, the luxurious artist and journalist, received a violent shock.
He
Taking
as possible, he
him a great deal of enforced leisure, to enEmeralds and Cameos," and ere long, completed and arranged his casket.
Of all his prose and
which
left
LIFE PORTRAITS.
22
heart.
and
finished,
Of
his three
this
when
lies
is
nearest to tears.
was
One
evening,
reciting this
affecting
sumed
date wherein the scene was laid, and yet possess a sort
of freshness and novelty, an indispensable requisite in
The
of Moliere's youth.
has for
art,
and
Owing
he has
THEOPHILE GAUTIER.
chosen to study
comedy
in
life.
23
life in
The
cCoeuvre of its
kind
first
;
it is
is
is
a chef
The whole
story seems to
of artists
It is a ro-
and amateurs
in en-
graving. *
When
in the
record.
At this hour of awakening, this tidings of so unexpected an aftermath, we seem to gaze into that sort of bizarre
and Bacchic elysium, which we can easily imagine as
the abode of those free and somewhat foolhardy spirits
before Louis XIV. The shade of the jovial Saint-Amant
leaps for joy, the poet Theophile feels himself consoled
and avenged through all the future for his disgrace.
Scarron bounds with delight from his arm-chair, while
Cyrene more haughty than ever, passes and repasses
upon the populous Pont-Neuf, where a double row of
bourgeois
LIFE POETRAITS.
24
Gautier to 1864.
fruitful in
du SUge.
mental
He
He
lived
activity.
His
last
private
life.
He
sets
French Goethe.
mar."
"
than the
No
first."
TH^OPHILE GAUTIER.
25
rich in color
words, must
we
are unrivalled.
French reign of
terror,
covered from
it.
His
last
upon France, the land of his love and pride and glory,
conquered, humiliated, and at the mercy of a foreign foe.
He
Neither himself
nor his friends dreamed that his last hour was so near.
The loving cares of his family smoothed his pathway to
the grave.
"He
was
all to
us,
he
was our
entire
He had
and weaknesses, but never was man better
friends
26
LIFE PORTRAITS.
proved that his place was among us, and so much the
more do we deplore the sudden stroke beneath which
he has fallen."
This appropriate homage to the candidate, who had
he lived, might the next day have been one of their
number, was received with great favor and sympathy
by the whole Academy.
But he they thus sought to honor had no need of
earthly praise.
The
tribute
late.
SAINTE-BEUVE.
Sainte-Beuve has left no personal memoirs his biography must be gathered from his correspondence and
from occasional allusions to himself in his voluminous
writings.
Although he has been the frequent theme of
encyclopedists and essayists, his true life remains to
be written, and let us hope that some pen will ere long
do full justice to the man, as well as to the critic, poet
;
and
historian.
M. Le Roy,
of the institution, received the following meagre and imperfect sketch dated
His
father,
district
Boulogne, was
fine Intel-
LIFE
28
lectual abilities,
POETRAITS.
sister-in-law, she
pursued
his studies
school of
Clouet.
in Paris,
Paris,
upon the triumph of the religious faction. The editorM. Dubois, had been Sainte-Beuve's rhetoric
professor, and the young student's literary articles found
a ready insertion. These first articles have not been
in-chief,
collected.
works
They have
relative to the
a general bearing
upon historic
French Revolution, also upon
as the subject
SAINTE-BEUVE.
of
its
prize essay,
"A
29
Abandoning the
fact,
2d, 1827,
velopment.
16mo volume,
of Joseph Delorme."
little
entitled,
" Life,
poems, entitled,
"
The
Consolations,"
which
had a
To
the
veloped.
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30
The Revolution
"Thoughts
in
years.
SAINTE-BEUYE.
several volumes,
31
is
life
of
its
author.
in
1845, he
was
He
in his
life,
power
to
pay
it
in these volumes.
him
Doctor Fdron of
to begin immediately
every Monday.
under the
title
of Causeries de
LIFE PORTRAITS.
32
years,
the
until
edition
had reached
fifteen
18mo
volumes.
name continued
upon the
had renounced the duties of
now
IJeuve's
that
Being
office.
Normal School, he
to figure as professor
ble impulse.''
man
is
really fitted
whom
lived
SAINTE-BEUVE.
33
he was one with Addison and Johnson, with Jefand Professor Wilson, with Macaulay and Bulwer
Lytton. Two young men of his time, Lamartine and
Victor Hugo, had become famous as poets, and he counted nothing more glorious than to follow in their footBut he could follow only afar off, and then it
steps
was but with halting gait and broken wing. He lacked
that one supreme gift," the vision and the faculty
divine," which distinguishes the poet born from the
tions,
frey
poet made.
tame and
to
proportion as there
position of prose
is
is little
to
express,
poetry."
which the world saw so little to. admire. SainteBeuve, the poet, was always jealous of the reputation of
He liked to have people
Sainte-Beuve, the critic.
allude to his verses, to listen with apparent interest
in
One word of
while he recited extracts from them.
Joseph Delorme " for the " Consolations,"
or the " August Thoughts " would cause him more de-
They
some
and to
much
justly ascribed to
to praise
him great
originality
as a poet, perfect sincerity of sentiment, and an observation of nature minute as that we find in Crabbe or
2*
LIFE PORTRAITS.
34
What
divi-
with which
and
we limit our
In many of his
him
as poet, novelist
artine, Victor
earlier criticisms
all
estimate of
historian.
Hugo and
from
ances,
upon
some of
me now
to
act as judge."
enough
His man-
was a
Christianity
was a confirmed
skeptic,
SAINTE-BEUVE.
" Unlike Goethe,
who
says,
'
35
We must
encourage the
Sainte
itself,'
Beuve
took for his device, The true and the true only,' leaving the good and the beautiful to shift for themselves.
To his mind appearances were always deceitful, the sur
With Bruy^re, he
face was not a mirror, but a veil.
'
believed that
is
him an
in
interior
like a statue or
first
glance, that
fathomed."
He
the
gift of passing
36
LIFE PORTRAITS.
through
a perpetual
avatars.
He
ing
if
and seeking
it.
"
Homo
which
duplex^ says
his
did not
h^e
allow the picture to go from his hands until the resemblance of the work on his easel
left
nothing to be 'de-
sired."
much
Age
did
not
Thirty-two years after the appearance of his second
volume of poems, he wrote to a brother bard "You saw
chill his
me
my
life which
gave birth to the " Consolations." If the world had but
dealt kindly with his poems, Sainte-Beuve would liave
done little in prose, and his critical portraits, superior in
and added
set
down
as
little to
It
may be
SAINTE-BEUVE.
37
make
a saint
incredulity.
LIFE PORTRAITS.
38
"
pomp,
wish
my
interment to be purely
civil,
witliout
honor.
" I request that the
my
My
resting-place
is
Mont
Par-
mother's side.
my
testamentary
in a
MADAME SWETCHIXE.
of the empire
alike in letters
and
in arms.
Her
maternal' grandfather,
Major-General Boltine, adding arduous literary to military labors, had translated nineteen volumes of the
French Encyclopedia into Russian.
Sophie's childhood witnessed the last voluptuous years
the
* Causeries de Samedi.
M. de Ponlmartiii.
LIFE PORTRAITS.
40
woman
of
conversational powers of
uncommon
girl
brilliancy.
had many
suitors,
and
young Russian
Between these two
Strogonof, a
MADAME SWETCHINE.
4]
sympathies,
Madame
truth.
Madame
fill
the
life
of ten Benedictines,
half French
countrymen.
Her removal to France occurred in 1816, at the dawn
She met again in Paris the elite,
of the Restoration.
decimated by death of that French colony
alas
twenty years before exiled from home, and thrown upon
the shores of the Neva. The noble exiles had repaid
Russian hosjiitality with brilliant lessons, useful services
LIFE PORTRAITS.
42
and
fine examples.
Madame
Swet-
French
capital.
Her
theological complexion.
" What kind of a salon
many
adore,
is
saying too
little,
church, give
it
Madame
MADAME SWETCHINE.
43
He
was feminine tact, softening asperiand conciliating dissonances here was that undefinable atmosphere where souls breathe at ease, that intellectual and spiritual communion which quickens the
mind and expands the heart."
Madame Swetchine could not have chosen a more
auspicious
the
women
moment for
of the
first
Empire may be
If
cited as types
and sculptural beauty, those of the Restorahad other advantages more in harmony with the
time in which they lived. Mind seemed to have dethroned force and form; never had more intellectual
women been seen in Paris. Madame Swetchine, who
was a soul rather than a body, had only to remain herself, to enter into the movement of ideas, and to accept
of plastic
tion
In the Paris of that day, Madame de Montcalm gathered around her the jiolitical celebrities. Mme. de Stael
still lived, Mme. Recamier, always young, was still beautiful. A new poet had arisen the Muse of Chateaubriand
;
LIFE PORTRjUTS.
44
women
of her time.
Her
letters, that
grand superiority
it
at this crisis
Kapoleon.
MADAME SWETCniNE.
45
night.
who
had
afterwards be-
LIFE PORTRAITS.
46
blow which came
Nicholas,
who ordered
to
of winter.
Madame Swetchine
suffered
it
He was
home
in the
then seventy-seven
for
him
to leave his
its
in
abroad.
and each
left
Interest-
MADAME SWETCHIN2.
ed in
all
47
first to
Christian
perfection.
felt
an
Her
charity
Her
most anxious
solicitude.
soul
ties
hours.
LIFE rORTHAITS.
48
But
Madame
"
Upon
is
in life only
what we put
there.
to crush
me under
a sense of
of
my
its
grandeur
insignificance.
It exalts
^liound-
Wherein
MADAME SWETCHINE;
does
it
depth/
differ
49
from me?
does
me?
What
it
give
A sense
me from
it.
of infinity and
The
ocean, in
its
man's light.
" There can be no
that
God
"My
mingles in
experience
I love
little
all.
is,
that Christianity
dispels
more
mystery than it involves. With Christianity, it is twilight in the world without it, night.
Christianity does
not finish the statue that is heaven's work ; but it
rough-hews all things truth, the mind, the soul.
"The root of sanctity is sanity. A man must be
healthy before he can be holy. We bathe the body first,
and then we perfume.
" The depths of the soul are a labyrinth, and dark
without the torch of religion. Left to ourselves, we are
;
'
'
vault of
"
The
human
we
reflect
many good
people would be
destiny.
to listen at a key-hole.
practice is dishonorable.
" Let my terrace face the East
affinity
between
this fancy of
dawn
There is a mysterious
mine and my decided
!
of excellent things.
but
Of
T
all rising
bow
like a
and
talent."
LIFE PORTRAITS.
60
pame
by
whose fruit
in Russia ripens in October, but grows sweet only by lying
" These thoughts, too," says
under the winter snow.
their author, " have ripened under the snows, and taken
their hue, like the red berry of the Airelle, from the fires
on
Airclle
felicitously chosen
is
a flower,
vulnerable,
is
to invite a blow.
are
happy
The
knowledge of the
of
limits
life
The demi-God,
Achilles,
sorrows only
we
Are we
us on every
Infinite.
constrain
side.
"
He who
Woman
is
To
not perfection
men ?
all
in
'
'
is
and perhaps our superior in fidelity.' Everywhere something detracted from our dignity
It is
very like the history of the dog
a god in one country
muzzled or imprisoned in many others; and. sometimes,
intelligence,
'
"Parodies on things
my
conscience.
ought ever
to
me, or trouble
be profaned.
MADAilE SWETCIIINE.
51
" We are rich only through what we give, and poor only
through what we refuse.
" No two persons ever read the same book or saw the
same
"
picture.
dom
of space.
immortal youth.
not age.
By a sublime
immunity, the heaven, although created, knows neither
change nor decay. The mighty immobility of its planets,
or their triumphal march beneath the watchful gaze of
the Most High, seem to image the impassibility of the
lights as the soul varies in brightness.
saints,
and
The vault
of
the
feast
feast of the
promised restoration."
of Old
season
the night-shadows
brightest,
and that
at eventide it
may be
light.
LIFE PORTRAITS.
52
happy
for it
when
the mysteries of
life
end,
and those
of death begin."
charm
"
is
The
MADAME SWETCniNE.
63
until
the
cases
decline
of
life,
But
with the
latter, it is
but
demands a sensuous
rapture of which the old have ceased to be capable and
it is a glorious impotence for which they should not
grieve.
What laments over bright days gone we find
in the votaries of the Muse
What contempt of youth
in Bossuet
The great bishop dates life only by white
hair.
Yet the true poets, like the great artists, have
scarcely any childhood, and no old age.
If any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will
come in and sup with him and he with me.' Happy
old age It is for supper, and not for a midday feast,
where noise and tumult reign it is to sup with us that
our Lord will come. At the close of the dull, weary,
a pastime.
this'
playfulness
'
'
toilsome day
O my God
and bring
at the close of
to thee
my
life,
thoughts and
my love.
The
O my God
and climb
hast
Make me
Thou
last
last,
it
to
LIFE PORTRAITS.
54
"
Nunc
in peace,
dimittis.
Now
His load
Lord
lettest
it
is
lightened.
is
freely."
We
'
teaches us
how
to suffer, to live
and
to die.
Even if we
mighty plenitude, can fill the abyss between the Godman and his imitators. It is through suffering that God
is most human.
It is through suffering that man comes
nearest to God.
" Do you not feel " said Saint Madelaine, " the infinite
sweetness that
DIVINE WILL ?
'
is
'
thj;
MADAME
"
How easy it
is
to
men
to call
vult.
55
SWETCHIN'E.
him by no other
y,
ho
'
'
sovereign prayer in
Will of
my God
its
breath to initiate
me
till
my
seeming self-annihilation.
latest
growing
delights."
We
book reluctantly.
It is a casket of
which we have perhaps not chosen the
brightest.
Let those who would know more of this
tender, yet profound moralist, open the casket anew.
close the
gems, 'from
MADAME DE
GIRARDIN.*
(Delphlne Gay.)
Among
women who
of her day.
filled
MADAME DE GIRARDIN.
57
From
soul.
ing forth
its artless
joy in song.
when
Mon front
which remembrance
car-
etait sijier
de sa couronne blonde.
yeux baisss.*
When
career
letter
from him.
The Genius
Ten
of Chris-
wrote to Delphine,
Restoration.
In the salons of
Madame
R<5camier and
hearts.
3*
LIFE POKTRAITS.
58
who
listened
for the
moment, every
political
and
Muse
all
social
of her
under her
magic sway.
"To my mind," writes Lamartine, " Delphine had but
one fault she laughed too much." Beautiful defect of
;
tom,
it
is
either in
heaven or on earth ?
What
is
Happiness
there gay
itself
when
complete is sad, for the infinite is sublime, and the sublime is not gay."
Delphine and her mother had made a little sanctuary
of their modest suite of rooms in the Rue de Choiseul.
To
their salon
as gold
sculptors
When they perceived that inspired head, those beaming eyes, those magnificent blonde locks, that white robe
MADAME DE GIKARDIN.
59
fetes, the
"
Who
will
? "
more striking
to-day,
and
is
said to be a source of
now
woman
so celebrated.
husband."'
La
and the
most brilliant among its staff of writers. This husband
and wife gloried each in the talent of the other, and their
marriage resting upon a sure foundation of mutual tastes
and sympathies, and consecrated by true devotion, was
LIFE PORTRAITS.
60
she writes
" For ourself we have received only one pale
JPresse^
beam
but this
faint gleam, this trembling ray, we would not exchange
for the splendors of the most illustrious fortune and the
highest rank. At the banquet of Renown, we have
won only a modest place, but we find that we have not
purchased it too dear with the irony of fools and the
;
ennuis of poverty."
fell
around her
like a
Greek
her shoulders.
a trail-
meted and yet she was a woman in the best and noblest
meaning of the word a woman in goodness, in devotion,
;
and
intellectual beauty.
MADAME DE GIRARDIN.
Her
61
None
work.
knew how
cept of Boileau
Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au s^v^re.
gift of irony,
but underlying
it
was an
so
much
than to censure.
woman
of
Whose
In 1841,
own
Napoline,
Madame de
Her writings
LIFE PORTRAITS.
62
respect,
recognizing her as a
woman
of the highest
and a
still
more
noble heart.
laurels as
poet,
"The
Journalist's School."
It
met
is
greatest."
to pass a
MADAME DE GIRARDIN.
63
in a declivity,
and was
many
LIFE rORTKAlTS.
64
grassy lawn, with
its
its
tiifVd
chestnut trees half veiling the front facing the ChamjjsElys^es, well suited the refined, poetic woman her contem-
When
Gautier
white columns.
"
How many
between genius
cital,
Woman,
Finally
sister, friend.
aAvay to return
we would tear
ourselves
long, deserted
any queen."
In 1855, while meditating new and greater literary
works, Madame de Girardin was arrested midway in her
as courtiers never said of
career.
Her mind
still
retained
its
youthful freshness,
dawn
first
all
Napoleon
I.
cancer
in
the stomach.
MADAME DE
65
GIRAEDIN.
"
dumb
Her
air of a
friends
disease.
many
Time, they
years in which to
But
hlasSy
confidence
new
calculating,
race,
prosaic,
faith
LIFE PORTRAITS.
66
She began to feel herself an exile in a counwhere literature and art had become vulgarized.
Her works were still in vogue they laughed at her
comedies, they wept at her tragedies. But the new
nor hope.
tiy
Tha-
shadow was
Madame do
ere long to
fall,
Girardin's mind
" Although she
:
whose
conflicts she
life,
The opening
stanza of this
'
Song
'
is
as follows
Mon
coeitr
la
premiere
etoile
My
liour
when
falls
ties
nuits.*
the veil
my
Opes
blooms by night"
MADAME DE GIRARDIN.
Intellect
sisters,
67
and the
lives of
It
is
a cry
wrung from
me
tourmente
sciousness.
And
she, too,
din, she
was
magnificent a day
Madame
so marvellous a
de Girar-
dawn, so
had walked
in a
peace.
when upon
his still
and
"A
toward God,
is
love."
Madame de
sentiment.
It
icles of
La
Presse.
"
LIFE. PORTRAITS.
68
Abbe Mitrand
and defied
his
this
afar,
said :
power, invoking
life.
Him who
is
woman
the
this
humbly
prostrat-
had
God."
summoned, submitting meekly
few years previous, at the funeral of General Foy,
Madame de Girardin had said " It is thus I would wish
to die, in the midst of so many illustrious men and
mourning women."
Her wish was granted.
The tidings of her decease caused a marked sensation
in Paris. Those who had known her only by name, wept
those who had enjoyed her love and friendship were
inconsolable.
That charming salon, now desolate, the
courts, the garden, even that avenue of the Champs
Elys^es, were not vast enough for the immense concourse
gathered to pay her the last honors.
In the Parisian journals there was one unanimous
burst of regret and homage. The world of letters and
journalism wept her who had reigned its queen. Many
tributes were paid to her memory, and from the 'shades
ed herself at the feet of the minister of Clirist she
to the will of
which
adieu,
MADAME DE GIRAEDIN.
passing,
air,
trace,
69
than
tlie
bird
breast.
inscription
La
La
mort
mort
les
les
a s^pars,
a runis.
woman
ARSENE HOUSSAYE.
Arsene Houssaye was born
1815.
He
comes from a
at Bruyeres,
March
28tli,
family of agriculturists, of
his race.
From a book
Un Voyage a ma Fenetre, we copy
of Ajsene Houssaye's,
some
sown with
when
my
I left
dear
and eglantine, its declivities decked with generous vines of gold and purple
hue. Study was impossible in my paternal house, a great
mountain,
all
daisies
time confided
me
My father for
who had
eulotte,
Portraits
et Silhouettes.
Eugene de Mirecourt.
AESilNE nOUSSAYE.
He had
71
By
commune,
royalist opinions."
According to
his
own
confession, this
erence to study.
"Our
twenty-five
to
hack
ledge.
at
the
sorts of mischief.
my
grandfather
LIFE PORTRAITS.
72
where
else
to
One
evening,
and
religion) to hurl
But
this wild
reciting to
The admirer
would
He
ARSENE HOUSSAYE.
73
O my
first
master, for
idol,
and
she, in league
way
with
to spoil
nonsense.
easily
LIFE PORTRAITS.
74
of the Muses.
auto-da-fe of poets.
Seeing
His two
now
be-
rhyme
in perfect freedom.
When
to
fearfully.
It
had already
carried
.off
eighteen hundred
it
at this time.
posed a melodrama
With
his
full of
ARSENE HOUSSAYE.
lecture-courses.
He
75
soon
and sculptors,
all
great lovers
and pagans to the end of their fingerThis pleiad of artists, who fraternized in all sorts
of ways, in age, in taste, in beliefs, and especially in
of plastic beauty,
nails.
to lodge
in a close phalanx.
was
up
set
The
them one of
but he bitterly repented when
he saw his tenants move in. They had very little in
the way of furniture, but they made up for this deficiency, by cramming their lodgings with paper packages,
books, cartoons and easels.
Before their windows lay a huge, uncultivated garden,
adorned with trees, that had been suffered to branch
out in wild luxuriance. Half a dozen horses, two cows
and four donkeys grazed at will upon this green sward
in the shadow of the virgin forest.
Here, too, a brood
of hens, led by a high-crested sultan, lived in most
amicable relations with a regiment of geese, ducks and
Guinea-fowl. You would have said that the antediluvian Ark, had rested here in the very centre of Paris,
proprietor unhesitatingly offered
LIFE PORTRAITS.
76
as
is filled,
the street
is
demolished,
Armed with
their ceilings,
pieces.
many
a jovial reunion.
Thi^ophile Gautier
laws for the band, and one of them
was that no meagre woman should be admitted to their
the scene of
laid
down
aesthetic
soirees.
This was a conclave of pagans, of infatuated Atheniwho seemed to believe themselves living in the age
of Pericles, and to whom beauty and glory were the
ans,
highest good.
soul, cruelly
wounded
ARSfiNE HOUSSAYE.
gence,
77
of faith.
staff
last,
but it
This Bohemian life lasted from 1833 tol837, and Th^ophile Gautierand ArseneHoussaye were its leading spirits.
Upon
years old.
A precocious youth,
cious epoch.
When
first
him
in books.
pay
my
landlord
"
Come and
see
flattering invitation,
to
the
of the
At
were proclaiming
the emancipation of women. They gave Arsene's romance an enthusiastic welcome, as it was supposed to
be a sort of apology for their doctrines. He wrote sixteen or eighteen other romances, in a few of which he
this period, the Saint-Si monians
was
LIFE PORTRAITS.
78
very
liigli
Hugo
Witlioiit the
power
them up
to 1843,
when
ARS:&N^E
HOUSSAYE.
79
Guiniard.
"Here
Constitutionnel
rooms.
"What does
you?
But very
asked Veron.
" No, certainly not ; I have as
much
as I can do to
go
on foot."
"
One reason
Horses,
my
the
more
for
having an
equipage.
Those who
sum to its author. Before publishing this hishe revisited Holland, and made the tour of all the
a large
tory,
museums
LIFE PORTRAITS.
80
They
His
research.
When
Ars^ne.
letters,
each in turn
"
!
We
all sorts
of civic honors.
The remem-
and
ARSftNE HOUSSAYE.
From
81
Houssaye flung hnnself into the movefounded a club, and straightway shrank back
republic struck.
ment,
affrighted.
He had
as a ne77 piece.
pen, and began his " History of the Forty-first Chair of
the Academy."
At
anarchy.
They wished
We
82
LIFE PORTRAITS.
Of
one
it
all
who
is
no bettei
Arsdne Houssaye
is
the
He has
a heart
magnanimous enougli
would be
selle
Even
able romancist.
Two
"
The Romance
and
much
read.
wealth of France, to
serve
AEStNE HOUSSAYE.
statue
tliat
has been
83
young
modern
artists.
The
boy's
Arsene Houssaye
still
literature.
successful journalist
life is
widely known in this country through his correspondence to the New York Tribune.
brilliant, fascinating
volume, compiled from his letters, has been recently
One
some new
light
on
his
84
LIFE PORTRAITS.
domestic history.
youth, he says
" Children no longer play.
He
is
is
a charming
He
is
the
historian
GEORGE SAND.*
Madame Dudevaxt, the George Sand of our day, was
born in 1804. She is a lineal descendant of Augustus
II. of Poland, and herraaiden name was Amantine-LucileAurore Dupin. Reared bv her grandmother, she passed
her early years at the Chateau de Nohant, an estate
lying in one of the loveliest valleys of Berri.
This
grandmother, the Countess de Horn, was a woman of
uncommon wit and grace, but far more brilliant than
solid.
She had
doxical
whims
all
of her century.
She
all
set the
the para-
philosophy
At
fifteen,
equestrienne
know how
to
make
* Portraits
et Silhouettes.
Eugtue de Mirtcourt.
LIFE PORTRAITS.
86
Aurore
to a Parisian
her books, she speaks of this dear guardian of her infancy, it is always with a profound sentiment of regret,
veneration and love. About 1836, at the time of her
suit for divorce, she writes
me
afar
off.
Ah
if
thou
from
my
enemies."
the " Letters of a Voyager," certain curious
We find in
hant.
Like
all lively
fond of reading.
"
Who
is
Aurore
at the
Chateau de No-
earl}'
pursuits
tlie
first
the
first
time?
How
How
made
GEORGE SAND.
the characters
87
leaves
The
day-
Happy
season
Oil,
my
Corinne
O Bernardin de Saint*
Pierre! Oh, the Iliad! OMillevoye! O Atala! Oh, the
"
willows by the river Oh, my vanished youth
own
history.
many
The curious child read all that fell into her hands.
Her ardent imagination sought food everywhere, and was
inflamed at the first spark. Once at the convent, she was
seduced by the poetr^^ of Catholicism, and often yielded
years.
LIFE PORTRAITS.
88
She
left the convent to pass a few weeks with Madame de Francueil, and returned firmly resolved to become a nun.
mean
master, before
whom
all
number
He
gerously
ill
bound
to
his
GEORGE SAND.
89
husband
the
as coldly indifferent,
bonari in Paris.
LIFE PORTRAITS.
90
The
friendship of a
man
for a
woman seldom
endures
Sandeau
head a profound passion
Jules
And Neraud, too, soon yielded to the spell of Madame Dudevant's charms. He wrote
billets-doux to her into which every now and then, slipped some little madrigal. The discovery of one of these
led to a violent scene with the young wife's husband, in
the midst of which a fancy seized the savant to quit the
which he dared not avow.
He
stopped
without effect."
In fact, he returned with a herbarium
Aurore ran
to
hearty kisses.
full of treasures.
down
the cheek of
Love was submerged, but friendship survived. The suspicious husband would not believe in
His relations to his wife were poisonthis sudden cure.
ed by doubt and jealousy, and it becoming impossihle
the botanist.
deserted
We
Madame Dudevant
hol}'^
retreat.
in a little attic
GEORGE SAND.
Quay
of the
91
As
of her
own
He
"
inviting her
Ah me
young man
am very
replied na'ively.
mind that
I will
smiling.
'
An
excellent idea
"
Go
to
world of Paris.
Our
much
aspirants for
At
se^
" I
? " asked Aurore.
cannot without scandal, write the name given me by my
husband on the title-page of a book."
92
LIFE PORTRAITS.
" If
my
me
he will send
Sandeau.
"
Cut Sandeau
and your
They followed
Juh'H Sand-i and
The
made.
advice.
The book was signed
young authors believed their fortune
this
tli6
law-student, very
much
to visit
Meantime the four hundred francs vanished, and destiyoung authors. Aurore was
She departed,
in dreams.
Upon
Ah
well "
said the
of " Indiana."
At
the very
first
"So much
he
said.
is
a chef-d' amvre.'''
93
GEORGE SAND.
young man
"
hesitatingly.
You must
sign
it
with your
own name."
" Never
"
We
will continue to
"
Rose and Blanche.'
" I am too honest to
" Impossible " said Sandeau.
1 cannot accept your generous offer,
steal your fame.
use the
for
'
my own esteem.
Madame Dudevant went to Latouche, begging him to
without descending in
make Sandeau
"You
signed your
name than
Jules.
George's day.
first
To-day
is
can object."
And thus was born that pseudonym so widely cele" Indiana " was sold for six hundred francs,
brated.
and its publishers prophesied for it a marvellous success.
Figaro pronounced the work passable as to style, but
They
as
related
many
contradictory.
Was
it
her?
LIFE PORTRAITS.
94
first
trial.
and penniless.
He was
indifference.
He
began
to cry
GEORGE SAND.
95
enough
to
to overthrow the
ensued, but
Wrongly
men
of letters
wound
or rightly,
letters.
all
others,
had the
least right to
Lui
et
of Alfred,
facts
On
five
Never has author possessed a more real and inFor forty years she has known
no rest, but has heaped volume upon volume. " Leone,
Leoni," " Jacques," " Simon," " Manprat," " La Deriiiere Aldini," "Les Maitres Masaites," "Pauline," "A
Winter in Majorca," appeared from lSo5 to 1837. Her
tea."
contestable fecundity.
PORTRAITS.
LIFE
96
it possesses two
and clearness. Her
phrases, sometimes incorrect, are charming in their very
She has very ably defended herself from
incorrectness.
the charge of immorality brought against her works.
But we cannot deny that her romances have done harm,
great harm. She has constituted herself the special
pleader of passion insurgent against duty ; of passion,
style has
an
irresistible
fascination
ill
of society.
Then
as
who
through the elevation of their sentiments, rulS the community of marriage, and who know how to rend without
pity and without remorse, all the chains which restrain
their inclinations.
He
ac-
GEORGE SAND.
97
far
suit,
and
even here her old rancor against society led her astray.
Like an invalid, who has long suffered, she repelled
We
just
well
She wrote
98
LIFE PORTRAITS.
impulses of
me
only sombre,
all
the
my soul."
GEOEGE
99
SATfD.
Some
of
my
Life," in which happily, she has given herself no fulllength portrait. " The Snow-Man," " The Chateau of the
Desert," " Adriane " " Jean de la Roche " " Constance
Verrier " " The Marquis de Villemer," and " Mademoiselle
author
is
The
how far the
Madame Sand
who
struggle at
its
base
Where
would the author of " Indiana " now be if she had not
found some help at the outset ? But in the domain of
seldom that the
sparrows can count upon the eagles.
The chateau of Nohant is not a seignorial house. An
almost vulgar simplicity reigns within it, and the furni-
LIFE PORTRAITS.
100
You
venirs of the
The
at most.
Her
little, five
is
or six hours
consecrated to
liter-
abundant and delicate, her appetite is good, her mental and physical vigor are remarkable for one of her years. Surrounded by children
and grandchildren, her home life is cheerful and happy.
Silent and grave herself, she loves to hear conversation
stories and bons mots find in her a smiling and benevoary work.
table
is
and
romancer who has
Although Madame Sand
witty
Her
sallies.
son, Maurice, is a
and although
excessive-
GEORGE SAND.
101
(^Y-^
'^^
ALFRED DE MUSSET.
All records
De Musset
the
family,
and there
Upon
illustrious.
make mention of
no need here to re-
Calvin de Musset,
the
list
who was
is
who
renders this
of his ancestors
name
a certain
is
of Navarre.
Queen Blanche,
among the ancestors
to the time of
and
letters
duties.
known being
He
published several
He
al-
lesque cl>aracter.
1810.
ALFRED DE MUSSET.
been intrusted to his motlier, a
woman
103
of rare virtues
to private tutors
Henry IV.
he then en-
class of sixteen.
membrance
of the
rious studies.
had no
he
felt
that he
drawn only
is
to
to say to
De
But
him
bank as
Soon recogniz-
to enter a
long endure.
ing the poetic gifts of his son, he did not seek to turn
him from
came
to the Cenacle
on
this
all
important occasion,
104
LIFE PORTRAITS.
frills
a D'Orsay hat.
and
enthusi-
astic.
to be holden in
two or three
different salons,
were not
sometimes
Paez
"
In 1829,
The Ball."
De Musset added
he knew almost nothing of life. These Andelusian passions were only youthful dreams, these railing, cavalier
airs were only pretence, this profligacy was only poetic
license.
All this existed only in his head, and women,
more clairvoyant than pedants, well perceived here the
very proofs of innocence and ingenuousness.
The blonde poet of the " Spanish and Italian Tales,''
found a most enthusiastic reception in the salons of
Paris. Flattery and adulation everywhere attended him.
But his happiness was not without alloy. One of his
pieces was hissed at the Odeon, and from the reception
given to some other dramatic efforts, he began to think
that the theatres did not desire his work. He found in
lyric poetry his consolation, and published many pieces
in the Revue de Paris.
In 1851 he wrote several critical and fictitious articles for the Temps. By turns laborious and dissipated,
ALFKED DE MUSSET.
105
he worked with incredible ardor, if nothing came to distract his thoughts. The labor once finished or interrupted, the poet again relapsed into the dandy. His friends,
richer than he, too, often drew him from his books. He
could not conceal his aristocratic tastes. All places consecrated to fashion exercised an irresistible attraction
over him.
At
guished
was happily
young dandy
He
resolved to conquer a
new
po-
iJ
LIFE POKTRAITS.
106
of these
new
poems, M.
He
re-
One
the
first
of these
two works,
certain details
in
seemed
sway
of Lorenzo de Medici,
preciated as
it
is
deserves to be.
under the
not yet
From
this
"A Good
ALFEED DE MUSSET.
107
About
this time,
the pretty
''To
woman
Ninon."
wreck of
Alfred de Musset
to
whom
fell
in love
with
this love.
He was
May," and
very
differ-
ent order. This beloved one is no other than the EmmeShe occupies a considerable
line of the " Confessions."
place in the works of Alfred de Musset to her we
;
owe two
Musset had still one lady friend whose almost materwas extremely dear to him. The Duchess
nal affection
de Castries, to
all
108
LIFE PORTEAITS.
slie
all
representation of "
spite her age
and
taste,
Upon
Caprice," she
infirmities,
went
to hear
it.
first
Depoet
We
ALFKED DE MUSSET.
109
II.
Comme
As he wrote
d'un crime.
But he could
not rely upon himSelf to ignore what experience had
taught him. From a lesson of deception came the " Ocin one of his last poems.
Andre
del Sarto,"
in a
When
he had finished these srx little romances, he stopped, saying he had enough of prose.
But during these
eighteen months he had not neglected poetry upon
;
first
love.
One
day,
felt
110
LIFE PORTRAITS.
to reading, night
man
of that
it is
forbidden
to
him.
ment
at seeing
and
still
"I cannot
not comprehending.
At such
me."
But
at another
moment
the great
skeptical thinkers
knowledge
him peculiarly fitted for such a
Some years earlier, he would have been delighted
could not
poem on
summon
At
of the
ALFRED DE MUSSET.
wnte her
Ill
but ere it was finished, this into have changed her mind, or
to have forgotten all about the matter. Two or three
times, guided by a vague instinct, she returned to Musset for a rOle, and he, seduced by her grace and those
wonderful powers of fascination she knew so well how
to exercise, when caprice or interest demanded, only too
readily promised to fulfil her request. But the desired
to
constant
a tragedy
woman seemed
indifference
titled "
As
Though
habit-
his,
was a remorse.
it
LIFE PORTRAITS.
112
foreseen circumstances.
it is
to-day
it
lavished
man by
that office
that henceforth, he
ALFRED DE MUSSET.
Imagmative
literature
romance.
The
climacteric epochs.
serial
113
At an
early age
it would be capable as it
Racine and Moliere wrote
for Louis XIV. and his court," said Alfred de Musset,
" they had to satisfy an exacting public, too refined,
perhaps, often frivolous and disdainful, but the very
grew
to maturity.
"
When
Muse
it.
came of her
her gladly.
and ennui into discouragement. He had a sincere affection for the Duke of Orleans, and had built great hopes
on the future reign of this young prince hopes not for
More than once his old
himself, but for art and letters.
schoolfellow had said to him that although there could
be no new renaissance, they might be sure of seeing again
in France a court amorous of beautiful things, and
absorbed in intellectual pleasures. Suddenly, he found
He felt a profound
that these hopes were only chimeras.
sorrow at the death of the prince royal, a sorrow which
Then he
for a year he could find no words to express.
poured forth his love, his admiration and Kfs regret.
He had not published a line of prose for three years,
when he consented to write for an editor who had shown
him great friendship, the " Merle Blanc." Designing
only a bagatelle, he composed a little masterpiece, of
subtle allegory and harmless criticism. Later, the same
;
114
LIFE
PORTRAITS.
tions of Rachel.
when Madame
He
came
Later,
to France, he
my
will perceive
ALFRED DE MUSSET.
115
tion.
him for a
r61e.
letters.
rSle,
as his subject.
He
decided
But unhappily
his
her mind.
works.
The fragment
is
so excellent, that
we know not
LIFE POETRAITS.
116
wMch
The
le
wrote
he
Ruisseau.
unknown
He had
May
died, thinking he
was
last
ALFRED DE MUSSET.
117
To his last
ej es, a firm glance, an expressive mouth.
day, " he had the May upon his cheeks " like Fantasio,
and he appeared younger than he really was. In conversation he A7as ordinarily witty and gay, laughing without effort. He knew how to draw out others, and to
place all around him at their ease. He threw a charm
over even the simplest subject, and you often perceived
the profundity of his thoughts only in musing upon
With women he was an
them after his departure.
especial favorite, and young girls took great delight in
his society, so diverting and yet so elevating.
His natural inclination for all the arts was so great,
that if poetry had not been his imperious vocation, his
genius would have found expression elsewhere.
His
family and friends have preserved some very remarkable
drawings by his hand. Passing a month at the chateau
of his cousin, Adolphe de Musset, he filled two albums
with pictures they are, for the most part, caricatures of
very striking resemblance, and were executed fi-ora
memory with a boldness and freedom of touch in which
we recognize the designer and the painter.
Alfred de Musset never deserted poetry he knew no
weariness of verse, which he has called " that limpid
and beautiful language, the world neither understands
nor speaks." He was not a utilitarian, Vat he was useful
;
in teaching
clothing
men
own
souls, in
it
The day following his death, the journals were unanimous in tlie expressions of their regret. Fame, which he
had called
" Thnt Inrdi/
platif,
a lov<r of the
tmiib,"
avid
LIFE POETRAITS.
118
To
by my pride or
my
ennui."
liis
brother's
de Mirecourt
" Alfred de Musset was an erratic poet, a victim of
the corruption of others rather than of his own. It is he
who has written these lines, which should make the
boldest youth of our century shudder:
" Poisoned from youth with the writinsrs of the encyclopaedists, I early imbibed the sterile milk of impiety.
Human pride, that god of insanity and egotism, closed
'
my mouth to prayer.
those
men who
'
Academy
pressed heavily
VICTOR HUGO.*
When
it is
rare
upon a foreign
soil.
It
we have
to do only
with
He
won
great distinction
by
his military
when Napoleon
With a handful
sent
him
of the Cossacks and Prussians from the ramparts confided to his protection.
and Spain.
* Portraits
The sun
et Silhouettes.
Hugo
travelled through
Eugene de
Mirccoiirt.
its
most
120
LIFE PORTKAITS.
ardent rays,
warmed
tliis
Before reaching his fifteenth year, the boy was contestant for an academic prize.
the judges.
number
The prize was divided between Sain tine and
Lebrun. The Academy denied Hugo a crown, but gave
him the first honorable mention. Indignant at this
that poetry like valor, does not depend on the
of years.
injustice,
He
won
Feuillantines
The
There were
emerge conqueror.
this
audacious youth,
old
his arms.
VICTOR HUGO.
At
121
this
He was
circle
impression upon
To
heart.
all,
her he wrote
Helas
nom
seul je pleure
Vous devez
Demande
ame fidele
secret du bonheur.
a la vertu
le
o'er all
My
my
I weep, for
LIFE PORTRAITS.
122
"
My
new
Two
lend
ful wife
met
as sisters.
Hugo had
123
VICTOR HUGO.
the past.
The
injustice of these
exaggerated defence.
Cromwell
"
and
He burned
them.
124
LIFE PORTRAITS.
And
tude.
besides, they
lines:
Ohfdans
Dans
ce
monde auguste
oii
Enfant !
trouble
N'est-tu
aucun
Jiel,
de ta mere,
reared the
known them.
Oh
Amid
'
Far from thy mother's smile and tears, art thou not sighing
E'en for the human love, dear child, thou orphan of the skies! "
VICTOR HUGO.
125
The
stove
was
have paid
Romance
of the
its
this
hung with a
At
Rose.
From
tribute.
Victor
Hugo was
the
first to
which the
poet's fancy
rare, curious
and
artistic
The
all sorts
of
light entered
New
rue Notre-Dame.
chief of the
new
Victor
all
Place-
Hugo was
the acknowledged
all
were
126
LIFE PORTRAITS.
He was
The
with the
became
contest
fought
9ais.
its
"
way
Take
Theatre Fran-
care
how you
attack Victor
Hugo
" said
who
pyramid "
"Hernani " proved a triumphant success, and two years
after, " Marian Delorme " had the honor of a first rej)-
insult a
After its eighteenth repetition, in accordance with a universally expressed desire on the part of
both actors and public, that last magnificent scene was
resentation.
added
in
which Marian
ever witness
it
without
The romantic
is
pardoned.
No
audience can
tears.
Hugo
is
high-
YICTOR HUGO.
priest, is
127
we must
exaggerate a principle
in
limits.
order to
But
better
establish
effects.
What
to
them
good
To
gain the
themselves.
Victor Hugo,
always at the breach, always fighting, always sure of
victory, has not recoiled an inch from his glorious path.
He has gone on, conquering and to conquer.
Despite
these
malevolent
attacks,
128
LIFE PORTRAITS.
won
a grand success. On the evening of its first representation, the classic army had its Waterloo.
The Revue de Paris ere long published "Claude
Gueux," and the public enthusiastically greeted a sucnew works from Victor Hugo
" Autumn
Leaves," " The Orientals," and "Twilight Songs."
In this author we find the most sublime inspirations
united to the most delicate sensibility and grace. He
shuns monotony, that sandbank of so many poets and
musicians. He knows how to descend from the Olympian heights of his genius, to extend a friendly hand to
the forsaken, to weep with the sorrowing. He pleads
the cause of the poor, and preaches sacred almsgiving.
One of his finest poems has this opening stanza
cession of
Donnez, riches
mur
les
anges
* Give ye rich
almsgiving
is
129
VICTOR HUGO.
Oh
n'insultez jamais
Here
The
is
Fate chains
me down
Thou
"
and
on high
to things lov/
soar'st
terrestrial
stars
woo thee
O, might I
rise
and soar
The
aloft
unto thee,
earth forgot
"It
may
No
Woo
thee
away
encumber
Thy
But every
starry eve
Finds
" Oh,
life
appears
me
in tears.
fruit, so
may become
6*
better, that
130
LIFE PORTRAITS.
the
is filled witli
gems of
rarest beau-
Victor
fairies,
monds and
by the
superfluity of treasures
Harel, elated at
another piece,
belligerent
fantasies
of the great
tragedienne.
He
Madame Duval
had
to
VICTOR HUGO.
131
great actress, and was echoed from one end of the coulisses to the other.
Take from her a role, from A^r,
idea
murmurs
" Very
ed.
he persisted.
" I will do
proved effectual
manner.
When
once
the rehearsals.
Hugo
received
execution,
Hugo wrote
of
The
is
This talent is
model. During the prevalence of the cholera in
he
filled an entire album with caricatures to
1832,
known
132
LIFE PORTRAITS.
One
my
of
first
bears the
title,
the
cross.
crux.
sale
The
many
special album.
Hugo
In 1848,
ing
down
He
monuments
it.
France owes to him the
number of old chateaux and
Gothic capitals, vowed to ruin by governmental thoughtlessness, or menaced by the revolutionary hammer. Prov-
salvation
that consecrate
of a great
descendants to
know
who
intervals,
their ancestors,
Thanks
Hugo
merchants of bric-4brac constantly besiege his door, and every day persuade
him to purchase new objects, so that the poet's dwelling
ture, for all sorts of curiosities, the
is
his
133
VICTOR HUGO.
In changing his abode,
see the upholsterers
and
Hugo always
to give
Upon
But Monsieur
"Nail away!"
They obey reluctantly.
wishes to over-
them mstructions
for-
to the ceiling."
the kind."
" So much the better
inclined plane.
Now
fasten
golden rods."
Hugo
it is
superb
"
!
by a tapestry
"Ruy
Bias," Victor Hugo's next play, in which FredLemaitre took the principal role, proved a brilliant
The author himself says in his preface to
success.
" Ruy Bias," " For Frederick Lemaitre, the evening
eric
of the 8th of
November
(that of the
first
representation
June
"
Hugo
made
134
LIFE
PORTRAITS.
said Lamartine to
great
Soon
after,
France.
An
well worthy of
is
The sister of Barbes, a political offender condemned to the scaffold, had come to the poet imploring
him to beg her brother's pardon. A first attempt proved
fruitless.
The court was then in mourning for .that genmention.
tle
stricken so early
Hugo
king.
It
had just
this
retired,
beautiful days.
able vagueness
we
we
never grow
taken,
VICTOR
HUGO.
135
La tombe
,
"
dit k la rose,
je fais
et
de miel."
La tombe dit
De chaque dine
fais
"
dans I'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre
Je
La rose dit
De ces pleurs
:
"
qui
m 'arrive
un ange du
ciell"
The
rose said
From
his
of
France.
Belgium and
in
LIFE PORTEAITS.
136
He was
Queen a
A poet
some verses
friend wrote
Victor
to
Hugo
God
sends as an
sing, to
why do you seem to lose sight of your holy mission? Why, son of heaven, do you mix yourself with
the insensate broils of earth ? " Hugo replied in a poem
bless,
days.
where.
He is an
He is a
is
The
poet's mission,
to inaugurate better
Utopian, his feet are here, his eyes elseprophet to all time, bearing in his hand
the day
the author
who
individuals
signs them.
mental activity continues unabated. No longer a voluntary' exile, he has returned to his dear Paris, where
there is no man of greater mark than he.
137
VICTOR HUGO.
regards himself as a seer, a prophet, a sort of Mocommissioned to lead his people out from the bond-
He
ses,
Many
of his ideas,
Utopian and visionary, could have no practical realization save at the expense of worse anarchy than has ever
even upon France.
His " Legend of the Ages "
fallen
to Avhich
came
as guests, the
man
upon
wrath
and preaches the warfare of the poor
against the rich. His " Songs of the Street and the Forests " has been redeemed neither by the prose of " The
Toilers of the Sea, "
" The Man who Laughs " nor
" Ninety-Three." All these works show the wonderfully original talent and unabated powers of Victor Hugo,
but they are disfigured by his most glaring faults.
of genius lets the thunderbolts of his
French
fall
society,
had the
into incredi-
March
"
My
12, 1867,
he wrote to M. Havin
taire
it is
a public duty.
Voltaire
is
a forerunner.
He
is
the star
LIFE PORTRAITS.
138
the
little
list
of
Alas, alas
The
is
to poets
We par-
when
it
no
PAUL DE KOCK.
BORN 1794 DIED
1870.
its
theii-
140
LIFE PORTRAITS.
sentiments
but that loud, expansive, irresistible animal laughter which makes you hold
your sides in its convulsive outbursts. He pravoked
of laughter
this
sort,
coarse pencil
but there
is
we
His romances,
Kock
moved
so little does
what that
gardener,
we
PAUL DE KOCK.
coach, the locomotive
chimera,
141
as a
The
provincials remained at
home
far
is
to-day, the
fair
complexions,
forms of
medium
embonpoint.
exceptions
its
height, and,
Olive faces
ey'es, its
142
LIFE PORTRAITS.
cent,
denizen of the
and sweet-hearts.
He knew
and
laughed merrily at them. This patriarchal simplicity
delighted him, and when these good people were arranging a rural party for the next Sunday, he would manage
to get invited, and carry a pie or a melon under his arm.
During the dinner on the grass, it was he who would
say the most laughable things, and sing the merriest
This was gross enjoyment no doubt, inspired by
songs.
blue wine and by swine's flesh, but it was honest, after
their thoughts, he understood their traditional jests,
all;
gingham
knew
dresses,
little
girls in their
who accompanied
And
he finds
all
what we
verj- Parisian
this respect,
he
is
PAUL DE KOCK.
143
laughter,
common fault
who have been young under another reign.
The
They
live
by
We
We prefer jests
in a
new tongue,
to us of
mauvais
Opera Bouffe.
ton.
144
LIFE PORTRAITS.
We render so
homage
to
us.
And
yet
we
in
this
At
we may even
say, a
to
ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE.
Born 1790Died
It
is
1869.
still less
a detailed
here
humble
we
journalism,
by the
necessities, pf
is
statues.
to
him
and
his travel, as in
146
life
LIFE PORTRAITS.
apparently unoccupied, that path he
and which
is
to follow,
is
homehim but he
was as yet, for the world, only a handsome young man of
the most aristrocratic elegance, of perfect manners, and
well, love, faith, religious adorations of nature,
ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE.
147
We
many
many revolutions,
human things, after so
ness, so
and
versal transport
powerful love
Lake.''
love,
The
itself.
The
lyre in his
What
What
ethereal
aspirations,
yet
made
vibrate
move
easily
thought.
He
he must have
and
is
always a great
celestial spaces, in
swims, he
flies,
he
sails
order to
around his
LIFE POETRAITS.
148
now
in the light,
now
ing upon
it
clear
and precise
figures.
He
negligence of a gentleman
who
ignores or
with the
flats
in
sails,
and breakThese
as
and upon
water,
but
which rush on
to
their
the
ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE.
149
Elvira.
We
he rules as easily as he
to come from
knows how
At
women
An English lady,
resembling one of those charming and romantic heroines
of Shakespeare, whom a glance enthralls, and who redreams,
main
faithful to death,
rich.
150
LIFE POKTKAITS.
whom
We
loves to realize
its
and
in its life;
as a dissonance, as
nificent flowers.
To
human
soul, in
and death, raised a plaint more dismayed, more desThe success was
pairing, than in the Novissima Verba.
immense, but although the work was superior, its vogue
life
At
the
nothing to the
briorhtiiess of his
dawn.
ALPHOTTSE DE LAMARTINE.
151
voyage to the Orient, not as a humand scallop-shell, but in royal luxury, in a ship freighted by himself, and bearing to the
Emirs presents worthy of Haroun-al-Raschid.
When
he arrived, he travelled with caravans of Arabian horses
which belonged to him, bought the houses where he
lodged, and pitched in the desert tents as splendid as the
gold and purple pavilions of Solomon.
Lord Byron
alone had made poesy travel as sumptuously. The
amazed tribes followed with acclamations along the
route, and nothing would have been more easy to our
poet than to have bimself proclaimed Caliph. Lady
had departed on
his
country.
Amid
went
grand seignior
whom nothing astonishes, and who feels himself worthy
of all homage. With a benevolent smile, he received
these adorations, never intoxicated by them. It was
but natural that he should be handsome, elegant, rich,
endowed with genius, and excite the admiration and
love of all around him.
But this almost superhuman felicity was not to endure.
The ancient Greeks supposed the existence of
envious divinities whom they called the Moires^ and
"whose jealous eyes were wounded by the spectacle of
that happiness they took delight in blasting. It was to
on tranquilly, almost
indifferently, as a
152
LIFE POKTRAITS.
black
sails,
bringing back a
cofiin.
wound
that noth-
There is
and without doubt,
!
times lull to rest this regret for the addred being, lost
which seemed
won
153
ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE.
to
ours
the
work
progresses.
and
laid
down
it
up
again.
The
He had
the fact that poesy alone acts upon the soul, and that
imagination draws along the crowd, sneered, as they
saw the dreamer whom they called " the singer of Elvira,"
that he
lodious
lips,
to speak,
these me-
and a
sting.
7*
154
LIFE PORTRAITS.
hero
ly like
You could then see that all poets were not cowardHorace, who fled from the battle-field not hene relic
ta parmula.
He had charmed ferocious instincts, and
amid the roar of the insurrection rising beneath his balcony, the deluded mob called upon him to come out and
let liimself be seen and heard.
As soon as he appeared
the mob was silent it awaited some noble words, some
austere counsels, some generous thoughts, and^it withdrew satisfied, bearing away a germ of devotion, humanity and harmony.
The poet exposed himself to the ball that might be
sent from the pistol of a too advanced Utopian or a too
;
conservative fanatic, with that elegant disdain of a gentleman despising death as vulgar and common a superior dandyism, difiScult for the common people to imitate.
If he voluntarily threw himself into this gulf at the peril
of his life, it was not that he had any personal inter;
We
ests there.
tion, a
man
saw
a strange thing in
modern
civiliza-
own
per-
son the role of Tyrtean moderator, of an Orpheus taming ferocious beasts, doctus lenire
away the
tigris,
urging forward
vescence
evil,
lime words
"
The
In this
air.
ALPHONSE DE LAM.IRTINE.
he dissipated
made
the greatest
essayed
155
human
he withstood
He
effort
alorva
a better destiny
and
is past,
he
Those
and
when,
GAYARNI.
(^Sulpice
Paul
Chevalier.^
BOKN 1801DIED
The
ancient world
still
1866.
rules us, as
is
it
we
scarce
civilization
eternal
power of the
that art so
beautiful,
little reflects
but
is
it
not singular
Classic
actual usages,
of those
GAYARNI.
Phidias,
157
as to its
his pictures
portraits
say that he has not even once cast his eyes around him.
What we
represent,
among
us, the
two phases of
The
who
applies to
art,
has
left a trace in
Certainly, the
sculpture,
also their
charms ?
If
it
Polyhymnia
in no
folds
.itself
queenly,
well
dressed
women.
Ileiurich
Heine, the
LIFE PORTEAITS.
158
woman
in her shawl, as he
As
for Balzac,
network,
Ammon
horn of
or negligently attached
The
robes,
and
tarletans,
wdth the
lustre, the
seductive shades
bouquets of
all
at her
nudity.
which
GAVARNI.
hearts are
There
moved by an
not a celebrated
is
159
woman
who
ter,
by art.
ages
our
artists,
ideal,
woman
find
any trace of
little
this, it will
of art.
may seem rather long, was needmake the reader comprehend the whole originality
Gavarni, and the value of his scattered work in books,
of
in
He
his is
absolutely modern
very complete of its kind, although lightly done. Gavarni, the grand designer and anatomist in his way, has
no care for sculptured or traditional forms. He designs
men, and not elaborate statues. None better than he
knows the poor framework of our bodies, marred by
he understands the meagreness, the defects,
civilization
the baldness of Parisian dandies, the grotesque embon;
bandy
160
LIFE PORTK.UTS.
to the
glory of Gavarni,
lies in
But the
greatest
isian disdained
also
He
much
Par-
thenon, neither for the Venus de Milo, nor for the Diana
of Gabies
the
little irregular
dainty ugliness
sufficient ideal in
is still
grace
if
woman, Avhose
life.
Dumas fils, Gavarni had crayoned the Dame aux Camellias^ and related drawing
and legend the chronicle of the demi-monde, with what
grace, what delicate verve, what perfect propriety Tlie
lorette, thanks to Roqueplan, wh3 has baptized her, and
to Gavarni who has fixed the fugitive description, will
go down to the most remote posterity this is neither
Long
before Alexander
GAVAENI.
161
As
practising
for
their
more exact
who
and
making
in
In dress,
their
it is
only the
distinguishes herself
by some
Parlsienne by birth
marble
women
of fashion
fail
here,
even the Russian women, who are so Frencli. Sometimes they are not in the fashion of to-day, but in that
of to-morrow. They know how to wear everything,
moire-antique, velvet,
wrap
all
except a cashmere
long-shawl
woman
Amazon
that
is
the
Gavarui seized
all
shades, he expressed
him,
we
them with a
With
itself.
and gilded
candelabras,.
and we
see, inclining
upon
1C2
LIFE PORTRAITS.
gown
with a
strict
salute,
Every gesture is
sit down, as we
same degree.
this is precisely as
we
that Gavarni
is
The woman
a great anatomist.
of our day, absent from painting, lives
artist,
with
her coquettish mannerism, her spiritual grace, her irregular elegance, her problematical
What
What
What
What
pretty dim-
delicate chins,
!
What
gently
fresh cheeks,
; but
rendered one of the phases
modern beauty.
The carnival of
less
Paris, to
1G3
GAVAENI.
its
historian.
hall
Maison d'Or,
with
his
poetical
raptures,
accompanying each
all.
a vaudeville, always a
maxim worthy
look over his album entitled " Old Lorettes," and you
will
see
knows how
to
all the
can pardon them, these
poor girls, for having been pretty, superb and triumphant.
We
LIFE PORTRAITS.
164
"
thrope,
is
also a
good comrade
a little of a misan-
his
its
so
original,
so living, so
modern, that
criticism,
too
much
own
he
illustrious is
not
In
one of his first publications, he assumed this gTaceful
pseudonym, which so well accords with his brisk, elegant
and untrammelled talent. Gavarni's beginnings were
pitiable, and it was only when he had rounded the cape
of the thirties, that he began to emerge from the shadow,
and to take his place in the sunlight. We knew him
at this time.
He was a handsome young man, with
abundant blonde locks, in frizzed, tufted curls, very
careful of his person, very fashionable in his dress,
having something English in the rigid details of his
toilet, and possessing in the highest degree, the senti-
his
ment
of
calls
modern
elegance.
He worked
only in a black
He had
art,
rather
than of an
165
GAYARXI.
artist, in tlie
all}^
what an
incessant,
what a
fruitful
what an
worker
we
You
usu-
obstinate,
could
has designed.
We
may
which come
you every
to
fire,
warmth
and
force, original in
No one
knows how
is
to place a
not an easy
of his pencil,
so profound.
166
LIFE PORTRAITS.
beside
who
the
in
artist,
two
lines
the lorette
Hogarth, but as
human
all
Virelo-
profound, as cynical as
From
Thomas
Voltaire.
London, Gavarni brought home frightful silhouettes, sinister phantoms, more hideous and
more lamentable than the visions of nightmare.
His manner of composing was singular he began to
toy around the stone without a subject, without a fixed
167
GAVAKNI.
design
ing.
His mind, at
all
and devoted
arduous problems, to which it
found curious and new solutions. He took delight in
this world of computation, where we see numbers increase to infinity, and produce the most astonishing
combinations. He was not one of those chimerical
persons who seek the quadrature of the circle or perpetual motion but rather a savant upon whom the
Institute would have set value.
He died in that villa of Auteuil, where we were his
neighbor a score of years ago, and whose garden, since
cedars,
pines,
evergreens, ivies,
it
firs,
larches,
It
appears that
W^
it.
horticul-
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE.
BORN 1821
Although
himself,
and
existence
his
forty-six years
^DIED 1867.
Charles
was short
he
lived scarce
to write his
name upon
already with so
Do
many
signatures, destined to
endure.
it
self.
Born
CHAELES BAUDELAIRE.
169
upon him.
Edgar Poe was not merely a recounter of extraordinary stories, a journalist whom no one surpassed in
170
LIFE PORTRAITS.
but melancholy
against which
effect,
if
their haughty,
their
charm
We
they have in
sciousness of an
seduction.
From
and
steel-blue,
(le charhon).
CnARLES BAUDELAIRE.
171
and the
Indies.
displays its
its
lacteous juices,
aquafortis.
juices,
she
Her beauty,
other poisons.
Her
You would
And
and
become
languishes in solitude.
Love
tries in vain to
of Hawthorne's
'
172
LIFE PORTRAITS.
these greenish-gray
bringing odors.
it
He
But
When
as in America, he has
CHARLES BAUDELAERE.
173
treatise,
which
in
many
places,
reading, illuminated
fantasies,
landscapes
of the
other world,
unknown
which
it
IIONORE DE BALZAC.
BOEN 1799
The
first
DIED 1850.
tliirty-six, a
year
all
the world,
This
is
man
/'
"
condemned him.
life to
which
HONOEE DE BALZAC.
assumed the robe of
his order ?
He
175
show-
which
ed marvellously white.
boasted of this to
"
The
color to
light
square
sculptor,
my
nose
David
is
d' Angers,
"
Be
careful about
my
nose
a world."
the hair,
abundant,
long,
coarse
their sclerotic
As
They had
and black,
for the
life,
eyes,
a light,
coat pure,
limpid,
blueish, like
two black diamonds, which at moments were illuminated by rich, golden reflections. They were eyes to make the eagles' pupils
fall, to penetrate walls and hearts
the eyes of the sov-
LIFE PORTRAITS.
176
Mme. Emile
cle
The
but
it
He
lived in a narrow,
little
Upon
street,
and
at the
HONORE DE BALZAC.
But
177
slight discoloration
written, that
is
to say labored
conscious of
it.
8*
and
fork,
178
LIFE PORTRAITS.
his hands,
of
from Balzac's habitual frugality. He told us so laughing, and that for this " solemnity," he had borrowed his
publisher's silver plate
Our authorities
will be
our
Madame
He was
way
distin-
own
personality,
life.
Dividing
HONORE DE BALZAC.
schoolfellow of Louis Lambert's,
own
now
179
speaking in his
own
is
We
a sort
quote
words.
liver Loire,
hospital, a
often to see their children, and the rules forbid vacations passed
institution.
Once
entered,
conventual discipline.
living remembrance,
its terrible role."
In certain school] )oy natures, chastisements inand they meet the exasperated professors with the same disdainful impassibility
tion.
LIFE POETRAITS.
180
unknown
He
double soubriquet of Pythagoras and Poet, the one borne by the half
of himself personified in Louis Lambert, the other, by
why
an incapable child.
own
identity,
explains admir-
foi
HOXORE DE BALZAC.
" Our independence, our
illicit
181
won
incorrigible lads
from
whom we
we fell
among our comrades,
ment
fathers,
in our schoolfellows;
we
did not
senti-
know how
to
We
vogue
common
life.
self-love of
own
on the other,
ments were in us to our cost; perhaps,
racy,
I have divined
then exactly like two rats,
skulking in the corner of the hall behind our desks
bound there equally during the hours of study and the
hours of recreation."
The result of these hidden labors, of these meditations which absorbed the time of study, was that famous
Traits de la Volonte which is many times mentioned in
" The Human Comedy." Balzac always regretted the
loss of this work of which he gives a summary sketch in
"Louis Lambert," and he relates with .m emotion time
them only
to-day.
We lived
182
LIFE PORTRAITS.
Some
jealous school
who were
valiantly defending
when suddenly
it,
at-
lect
your lessons
eyes, caused as
"
Great tears
much by
fell
from Lambert's
my
time
work which,
ray beautiful
life,
of the silk-worm,
recompense
is
unknown
my
to the world,
and whose
sole
From
the
itself.
ended my Theorie, I
have observed, I have learned, I have written, I have
read incessantly, and my life has been one long task.
An effeminate lover of oriental idleness, amorous of my
dreams, sensuous, I have always worked, denying myage of reason to the day when
HONORE DE BALZAC.
temperate
183
still
and the Museum I have slept upon my solitary trucklebed like a monk of the order of Saint-Benedict; and yet
woman has been my sole chimera
a chimera I would
have caressed, and which always fled from me "
If Balzac regretted the loss of his " Treatise on the
Will," he must have been far less sensible to that of his
epic poem upon the Incas, which opens thus
Inca^ 6 roi infortune et malheureux ! an unlucky
inspiration, which for all the time he remained in college,
won him the derisive soubriquet of " The Poet.'^ Balzac,
it must be confessed, had a gift for poetry, for versification, at least
his thought, so complex, always remained
rebellious against rhyme.
From these intense meditations, from these intellectual
;
No
so idle
that
is
to Balzac.
184
LIFE PORTRAITS.
memori-es
of figures
in himself, transfigured
will,
but he
and colored as
labors
The
him as soon as possible. His mother hasand took him back to Tours. The astonishment of the family was great when they saw the thin,
pitiful child the college had returned to them in pkace
of the cherub it had received. Not only had he lost his
to
come
for
teni^d to him,
HONORE DE BALZAC.
not hear what was said to him;
or, his
185
mind returning
But the open air
from
rest,
triumphed over
in that
ideas,
was ere
long appeased.
to abstrac-
succeeded real images. While walking for recreahe studied the pretty landscapes of the Loire, the
physiognomy of
priests
and prebendaries.
grand frescoes
for the
186
LIFE PORTRAITS.
him
man
what we may
of the " Comedie Humaine."
The examinations
;
career presented
of Balzac
marvellous-
itself.
had a consciousness
of
it
himself.
and when the family returned to .the province, Madame Balzac installed Honor^ in an attic, allowing him a pension scarce sufficient for his most prassing
wants. She hoped that a little hardship would render
him more wise.
This garret was perched in the Rue de Lesdiguieres,
No. 9, near the Arsenal, whose library offered its resourTo pass from an abundant
ces to the young student.
and luxurious house to a miserable attic must be a great
hardship for any other age than twenty-one years, Balbut, if the dream of every little
zac's age at that, time
boy is to have boots, that of every young man is to
have a chamber all to himself, whose key he carries in
of
two
years,
midst.
A chamber is
personality, delight
HONORE DE BALZAC.
seated before his table, and
essaying a
187
chef-d' ceuvre^
friends.
II.
and dedicated
tions
of-
the
to Louise, contains
life this
aerial nest.
life,
so necessary to in-
LIFE PORTRAITS.
188
habits
Ill
clad as the
workmen,
indifferent
to
life
of the individual in
whom
certain words."
into pithy
representations as to what was due the baker, and finally into discussions where each becoming irritated, dis-
ed shoes
rags upon
;
my
HONOR^ DE BALZAC.
soul,
of an
189
many times
own habitudes,
to
at will, such
was
To
this gift ?
moral
my
To what do
recreation.
a second sight
Is it
game
owe
avail myself of
it,
that
is all."
light
is
in them as long as
but the number of the avatars of Vishnu is
fixed at ten, those of Balzac are countless, and still
more, he had the power to incite them at will.
Although it may seem singular to say it in the full
light of this nineteenth century, Balzac was a seer. His
merits as an observer, his acuteness as a physiologist,
his genius as a writer, do not suffice to explain the infinite variety of the two or three thousand types which
play a role in the " Human Comedy." He did not copy
them, he lived them ideally, he wore their clothes, h
contracted their habits, he environed himself with their
surroundings, he was, for the time being, their very
he wished
selves.
sonages,
and of living
Hence come
forgetting
190
LIFE PORTRAITS.
themselves,
endowed with an
interior
and profound
ex-
istence.
He
woman
into a
man
to
him
little,
as
our curiosity.
This void, left by the historians, of vanished societies,
Balzac proposed to fill for ours, and God knows he carried out faithfully the programme he sketched. " Society
was going
and I was
drawing up an inventory of
and courage,
might
realize
HONORE DE BALZAC.
191
return to the garret of the Rue LesdiguiBalzac had not conceived the plan of the work that
was to immortalize him he was still seeking it, anxiously, pantingly, laboriously, trying everything and suc-
But
let us
^res.
tinacity in work, to
Two
" Stella,"
The
Philosophers,"
Incas.
Madame de
Balzac alone knew, a coffee-pot at his right, an inkstand at his left, with heaving chest and bowed forehead,
his Flute,
If
but
less agreeably."
little,
would
was the dawning of one of the
it
192
LIFE POKTRAITS.
Would you
posed,
"
it is true,
much
Peau
de Chagrin,^^ that
of himself
off
by the
work which
'au-
con-
A chamber
I could lodge
my
piano.
of
much
Study lends a
roundings.
ano,
my
sort of
my bed, my arm-chair,
for
I wrote,
my
pi-
become
to possess life
and
my future.
to them my soul in gazing upon them ?
my eyes wander to a warped moulding,
Often in letting
would encounter new developments, a striking proof of my system,
or words I believed suited to render almost untranslateI
able thoughts."
was
to give
me renown,
fortune and
en-
man
of genius.
HONORE DE BALZAC.
You have all seen this
young man just out of
193
first
error of a
of a child
fruitful illusions,
'
which
We recognize here
whom
What
if
pseudonym
VendOme,
on the Will.
He
tragedy
LIFE PORTRAITS.
194
cal, of
And
so nothing
whose budget
"Raphael " draws up " Three sous worth of bread, two
sous worth of milk, three sous worth of butcher's meat,
prevented me from dying of hunger and kept my mind
tration, this hermit life in the Thebaid,
:
My lodgings
cost
me
things."
Work is inimical
neglects himself
to neatness.
ivhole quarter.
least
brity)
to say,
so that
is
who
lets spiders'
man
that
is
he reprimands
webs hang
fi'om the
HONORE DE BALZAC.
ceijing, beetles
dust
sift
195
pay
for
bread?"
One
of the
We glide
when he
196
because
it
dolorously
those
who
often rendering
it
inexplicable to
its secret.
Having indicated these indispensable biographic dewe come to our personal and direct impressions of
tails,
Balzac.
Balzac,
that
immense
brain,
that
physiologist
mind
so
so
within, there
the form.
197
HOJfORE DE BALZAC.
facility of execution,
tlie
same time
as their flowers,
of
them
found
all,
his
fruits at
almost
after
one of Ms prefaces,
"
not 4he art of
I
know
pride
Castilian
says with his
and I correct
defect,
of
a
the
place
soldering a beauty in
a tenth
marred
Balzac
myself in another work." But
Victor
infinite difficulties.
Hugo
in
We
evening to
rise at
develops
in
unknown
We
faculties.
many
it,
of
the greatest geniuses had not carried out his idea in this
respect,
his
said he.
198
LIFE rORTKAITS.
and
after
having taken
upon which
"
La Morte Amoureuse^"
come
blind,
vaults,
we have
and at
this moment, he was Facino Cane himself, minus the
blindness, for more sparkling eyes never beamed from a
human face. He now saw only tons of gold, heaps of
diamonds and carbuncles, and by means of magnetism,
with whose practices he had been long familiar, he sought
Balzac, as
HOJTORE DE BALZAC.
199
and buried
Tom Kidd
Tete de
Mort.
We
us
if
we
conviction of Balzac.
What
Sandeau was
also
fortune.
to trans-
admirable
act
was
if
all
a romance, which
it
In
instead of seeking to
it.
It is needless to
treasure of ToussaintL'Ouverture.
we
all
three
Money
failed us to
to
buy
the mattocks.
fortune of another.
in.
We have
it is
money.
connected with
Certainly, no per-
son was less avaricious than he, but his genius made him
immense r51e this metallic hero would play
foresee the
in art
modern
society than
hels.
The personages
life.
who
did not
fail at
each
of vague architecture,
by fatigue. Chateaux
received them at the end of their
and with
wrote to their
fair
ones
The
HOXORE
I>E
BALZAC.
201
tinta of
is,
entering upon
its first
it
struggles with
Many
all,
these fine
n*
202
LIFE PORTRAITS.
them up in black gargray seams, and does not fear to send them
to the Mont-de-Piete, if they still possess,
a rare cirof cheap eating-houses, muffles
ments
w*ith
cumstance,
And
yet they
was wanting
to thee,
Oswald
they
live,
gold.
California
The
public,
we might
which we
call
This movement of
capital, this
sudden out.
and
criticism
ex-
203
Stendhal
said,
me
Balzac,
tone!''
who
fall
the struggle of
to a house, to an inheritance,
to a capital;
and from
we
on to the
story.
Later,
weave
intrigues with
more or
but
summit to base,
motive power and we ad-
204
the
LIFE PORTRAITS.
man who
words might be
still
more
justly
God ?
"
The
applied to Balzac;
had
cost
proportion.
it
The
HONORE DE BALZAC.
But,
when
seated before
liis
205
found himself
all
but there are very few pages in Balzac which have remained identical with the first draught.
His manner of procedure was this when he had for a
long 'time borne and lived a subject, in a hand-writing,
rapid, involved, illegible, almost hieroglyphical, he traced
a sort of scenario of a few pages, which he sent to the
printers, who returned them in isolated columns in the
midst of large sheets. He read carefully these columns,
which already gave to the embryo of his work that impersonal character which manuscript does not have, and
he applied to this rough sketch that critical faculty he
possessed in so eminent a degree, treating his own work
as if it were the work of another. He approved or he
disapproved, he confirmed or he corrected, but he
always added lines issuing from the beginning, the
:
206
LIFE PORTRAITS.
new
At
bouquet of fireworks designed by a child. From the primitive text, shot forth rockets of style which blazed on all
sides.
Then there were simple crosses, and crosses recrossed like those of heraldry, stars, suns, figures, Arabic
or Roman, lettere Greek or French, all imaginable signs
Strips of paper fastened on with wafers
of reference.
or pins, added to the insufficient margins, and these
were striped with lines in fine characters for want of
for the correcspac-e, and full themselves of erasures
at
once
corrected.
tion scarce made, was
The printed
column was almost lost in the midst of this conju ringbook of cabalistic appearance, which the compositors
passed from hand to hand, each willing to work only an
hour upon Balzac.
The next day they sent back the proofs with the corrections made, and augmented by half.
;
HONORE DE BALZAC.
result of four or five night's work.
207
He was
heroic in
these circumstances.
Six, seven, and sometimes ten proofs were sent back,
with erasures and retouches, without satisfying this
We have seen at the
author's desire for perfection.
Jardies, upon the shelves of a library composed of his
works alone, the different proofs of the same work, from
the first sketch, to the published book, each volume
bound separately. The comparison of Balzac's thought
at its different stages, offers a very curious study, and
must contain profitable literary lessons. Near these
volumes, an old book of sinister aspect, bound in black
morocco without clasps or gilding, drew our glance.
" Take it " said Balzac to us, " it is an unpublished
work which may well have its value." The title was
Comptes Melaneoliques, it contained lists of debts,
of shop-keepers
and
due of
all
bills-payable,
memoranda
He
by torpid
He would
at
such
208
LIFE PORTRAITS.
own
When
and
silence all
Balzac awoke of
accord,
ers,
editors,
duchesses
his notes
would
to these
nONORE DE BALZAC.
209
boyhood
re-
dome
Champ de
Meudon beyond.
He had arranged
knew that in
they believe
little
in impoverished talent,
and
With
this
often leads
one
to he.
where
his
threshold.
To
the servant
who
ran to the
Rue
des Batailles.
It is of the
210
LIFE PORTRAITS.
most scrupulous
which lay the other half perand having in its centre an elegant fire
place of white marble and gold. You entered through
a side door concealed by a rich tapestry portiere^ which
faced a window. The back of the room was adorned
circular outline, opposite
fectly square,
enriched
it
still
more by the
This boudoir was hung with a red stuff over which was
disposed an India muslin, fluted like a Corinthian
muslin looped with rose-colored tafettas. Six silvergilt arms, each bearing two wax candles, were attached,
and lighted
from the centre of which depended a lustre of pale vermillion, glittered with whiteness, and the cornice was gilded. The carpet resembled
an Oriental shawl it presented the designs and recalled
the poetry of Persia where the hands of slaves had
wrought it. The furniture was covered with white
cashmere, set off by black and flame-color ornaments.
The clock, the candelabras, were all of white marble and
at equal distances apart, to the hangings,
the divan.
The
ceiling,
HONORE DE BALZAC.
The only
gold.
cover
table
in the
room
211
hail
a cashmere
lees.
He
ate
IV.
OiSE of the dreams of Balzac was heroic and devoted
two souls, two valors, two intelligences molten into the same will. Pien'e and Jaffier of Otway's
*' Venice Preserved " had impressed him greatly^ and
he
friendship,
Golden Eyes."
life
But the
real life
his study.
He
aid
to be
well understood.
Very much infatuated with his project, Balzac recruited some associates, whom he placed in communica-
HONORE DE BALZAC.
213
had to
gang of carbonari. This
indeed, amused him vastly,
do with a
political society or a
mystery,
very
useless
glances so
flashing, so
electricity,
en Lion " or the " Maltese Cross ? " The first reunion
of the members took place at a restaurant upon the
214
LIFE PORTRAITS.
men, to seduce
sought to take posses-
to rule
It
members
Academy,
to provide
them
life this
association
would
so vivid that
it
became
real in
some
sort.
the
Did
HONOEE DE BALZAC.
215
to all those
We
many
we
But
at the
moment, we
imagined ourselves to be
216
LIFE PORTRAITS.
Yet, after
all,
bad
who have
idea.
Others
was
intellect.
How many
? "
We
we had power
wish
to por-
he cast upon us
as he gave this triumphal reason that glance said " Decidedly this Theo is but a poor ignoramus, a ragamuffin, a
paltry soul he understands nothing of a grand existence
tray' the glance of sovereign disdain
he has
The
tention,
able intention of
making an investment
little
Ville
d'Avary
HOBTORE DE BALZAC.
217
The sun, it is true, had entire liberty to ripen the vintage in this place, where there existed only one tree.
Balzac tried to enclose his piece of property within
of the louis
they
hundred thousand
sum one hundred thousand francs
From
this
and was
legend
to bear
"
upon
its
218
LIFE PORTRAITS.
For Balzac, the hundred thousand ananas reared already their crest of vemed leaves above their huge
golden cones arranged in quadrilles under immense
crystal arches he saw them, he expanded in the high
temperature of his hothouses, he breathed the tropical
perfume into his eagerly distended nostrils and when,
re-entering his house, he saw, resting his elbows on the
window-sill, the snows silently descending upon his dismantled hill-side, he could scarce dispossess himself of
;
his illusion.
of poetry and of
newspaper essays too, let us add
^but modern journalists have not so much conscience, nor above all so much
transitions are the great
difficulty
;
for
lowed
the
her,
to call her
gift of
by
we always found
ourselves
in poetical
raptures,
kindled at once.
HOlSrORE
219
DE BALZAC.
in repartee,
will,
enthusiasm,
soliloquy.
The
starting-point
was soon
forgotten,
and
he would
flection, from an observation upon manners to a local
description and as he spoke, his face glowed, his eyes
assumed a peculiar lustre, his voice took different inflections, and sometimes he would burst into peals of laughter, diverted by comic apparitions, which he saw before
Thus, by a sort of flourish of trumpdescribing them.
ets, he would announce the entree of his caricatures
and pleasantries, and his hilarity was soon shared by
all around him.
Although this was the epoch of dishevelled dreamers,
of weeping willows, of sorrowing Werthers, of Byronic
disillusions, Balzac had that robust and powerful merriment we ascribe to Rabelais, and which Moliere shows
only in his comedies. That loud laugh expanding upon
his sensuous lips, was the laugh of a god, a good fellow,
pass from an anecdote to a philosophical re-
who
human
puppets^
time.
nor the want of money, nor the fatigues of excessive labor, nor the solitude of study, nor a renunciation of
the pleasures of life, nor sickness itself, could repress
that Herculean joviality, in our opinion, one of the
most striking characteristics of Balzac. By laughing,
tence
he slew hydras
by merriment, he
220
LIFE PORTRAITS.
and, as
At
of
from
his sturdy
di\iduals
by
breast.
surprise,
One of his favorite jests was to counterfeit the German jargon of Nucingen or Schmuke, or better yet, to
speak after the fashion of the bourgeois boarding-house
of Madame Vauquer. When composing "A Beginning
in Life," he sought, far and near, proverbs for his " Mis-
221
if
would have seen the beautiful Deldreamy air, twining the spirals
of mind.
his
if
doubtless
new
Firmiani,
Madame
de Girardin of a
new
role for
no more
We were then far from foreseeing that this
grand and superb woman, sculptured as it were from
the perfect antique marble, that this man, thickset, ro!
would
made
go
from us, to sleep, the one at Montmartre, the other at
P^re La Chaise and that of the three, we should alone
remain, to fix these remembrances, already distant and
to live
years,
so soon
liearly lost.
he should live
gevity.
He
much
who had
He
222
LIFE PORTRAITS.
fifty
dramas
"
Two
we
who speaks:
" He related
day,
ling
him yesterand that he had been more brilliant, more sparkthan ever. He very much amused us with the re-
ical
raptures
What powers
What
fire
What
of imitation
It
poet-
was
'
HONORE DE BALZAC.
223
paid.'"
At the
itive
Jardies he read to us
" Mercadet," the prim" Mercadet," but ample, complicated, elaborated
Balzac,
who read
with
skill
like Tieck,
and tact
and perfectly
luscious, hasty,
Debt
which ere long an immense chorus
accompanied. It came from the creditors, from everywhere, from behind the stove, from under the bed, from
this
barked in
all
you by
surprise
224
LIFE PORTRAITS.
had sprained
Some
chintz
put
is
on a thicker cover," he
said,
obstrusive point.
would hear
upon the splendors of the manor. He looked
reproachfully at his master and said " the horse hair."
Francois, the Caleb of this Ravenswood,
no
raillery
"Has
Balzac.
hay.
Confound the
The magnificence
save in dreams.
thief
deceived
I
me?"
replied
"
!
of the Jardies
had
slight existence
pestry
Venetian
Glass
Pictures
by Raphael."
Ger-
with his creations, and gilded with the rays of his glory.
V.
By
common
alike to
him and
Chateaubriand,
Merimde, Janin,
Madame
de
Stael,
Upon
George Sand,
the gift nor
made
to attain
it.
time
sculptured
and
author, so laborious,
many
whose prose
amazed
colored,
who
at
the
him.
re-constructed a
same
This
phrase as
elliptical
detail,
226
LIFE POflTEAITS.
petty or unnatural.
If
Talma
said
as
"
!
Bayle said " No verses at all " This was really the
sentiment of Balzac, although to appear liberal, comprehensive, universal, he sometimes in society pretended to
admire poetry, as the vulgar feign a great enthusiasm
for music, which profoundly wearies them.
All the
writers, young then, who attached themselves to the
literary movement represented by Victor Hugo, used
like the master, both the lyre and the pen.
Alfred de
Vigny, Sainte-Beuve, Alfred de Musset, spoke equally
well the language of the gods and the language of men.
It is always easy for poets to descend to prose.
The
bird can walk if need be, but the lion does not fly.
The
born prose-writers never rise to poetry, however poetiIt is a peculiar gift, that
cal they may be elsewhere.
of rhythmed speech, and one may possess it without
being a great genius, while it is often refused to supeAmong the most haughty of those who aprior minds.
parently disdain it, more than one even unknown
!
to himself, cherishes
ing
secret
it.
lull
young boarding-
HONORE DE BALZAC.
this one,
situations.
He
riddles
his
227
This denouement, so
opposed to the opening of the story, betrays a halfveiled malice and a subtle mockery.
One would say
that Balzac is personally happy at any ill turn he plays
upon Canalis. He avenges himself in his fashion, for
the angels, the sylphs, the lakes, the swans, the willows,
the barques, the stars and the prodigal lyres of his
poet.
his
draw
228
LIFE PORTRAITS.
Madame
that
sailly,
Modeste Mignon
but
admirable reader.
and tried
which the poets when they declaim their verses, accentuate in a manner insupportable to people in general, and ravishing to them alone.
Like
all
The
is
man
great literary
Humaine
"
for a
vast
historical
facility,
talent consecrated to
it
much
and
nalists
better,
as lost.
He
spised criticism.
He
view.
instalment,
make
up into
to
was cut
story
the
at the
end of each
continuation desired.
slices of
The
HONORE DE BALZAC.
not obtain the immense vogue of the
229
M} steries
of Paris,
The
La
Presse, in which its first part apwere forced to stop its publication
came demanding its close. People
editors
From
this
and
for deliverance
classic.
230
LIFE PORTRAITS.
one's time,
more
nothing
To wear no
difficult
will equal.
cussing the classic graces, and would find, like the living
woman near him, that the goddess had a heavy form,
HONORE DE BALZAC.
231
side of
physiognomy
to beauty.
style^
and he preferred
never
without doubt.
We have no intention of criticising Balzac for this
defect
which
is
his principal
good
quality.
He
accepts
itr^elf
232
LIFE PORTRAITS.
cries, all
the rumors,
all
of Paris in travail.
From
this
of
tlie
sixteenth century,
is
To
express that
especial language,
all
composed of
was obliged
all
to coin
an
the technologies, of
HONORE BE BALZAC.
233
Whatever
it,
opened an
how
itself.
It is
this
which
to write.
style,
phrase, in
incision, a parenthesis,
He
and a very
and mathematical
the
it,
necessary, inevitable
I
VI.
It
is
intercourse with
him was
necessarily interrupted
Work
by
absolutely
commanded
the life of this man, and if, as he said himwith an accent of touching sensibility in a letter to
his sister, he had sacrificed without pain, to that jealous
self
life,
was the
its
cost
him
friendship.
He
it
had
him
in Paris.
Italy or Switzerland
HONORE DE BALZAC.
235
with anxieties in regard to the falling due of bills payof agreements to fulfil, and with a viaticum narrow enough, perhaps fatigued more than rested him.
His clairvoyant eye drank in the skies, the horizons, the
mountains, the landscapes, the monuments, the houses,
the interiors, to confide them to that universal and minute memory which never failed him. Superior in this
to the descriptive poets, Balzac saw men and nature at
the very same time he studied the physiognomies, the
manners, the characters, the passions, with the same
glance as the sites, the costumes and the furniture.
detail satisfied him as the least fragment of bone suffices
al)le,
in himself the
numerous types
they are so
complete.
life
of
he has motives which remain obscure, unknown, details of actions whose trace you lose. In
even the most faithful portrait, a part must be pure
creation.
Balzac has created far more than he has
seen.
His rare faculties as physiologist and anatomist
an author
it still exists,
as in language.
Balzac doubtless
is
true,
but
it is
with
He
pre-
sombre depths
luminous figures, he places light backgrounds against
Like Rembrandt, he sets its approhis dusky figures.
priate spangle of light on the brow or nose of his personage; .sometimes without mentioning' it, he places a
pares
236
LIFE PORTRAITS.
force.
contour.
everything.
wish
Balzac,
whom
inclination for
no connection with
it,
no
it.
Swedenborg
is also
these eagle pinions of the mystics to sail into the infinite, redescended to our earth, although his vigorous
lungs could respire for any length of time, that subtile
HOXORE DE BALZAC.
air fatal
to feebler mortals.
237
Perhaps his
genius
fine
would
all
Lambert
"
"
Human Comedy
and open a
tural side,
gate, as
wide as we could
desire,
Let us pass
now
to
some particular
two
others.
details.
The
one of these
upon the
Was
Is it the
it
he pre-
intoxicate those
it
question
cite
Is tobacco, as
we know
not
238
LIFE PORTRAITS.
this century,
some of
whom smoked
Dumas
'pere,.
On
the
Sailors
and
is
common
the century or a
smoked
soldiers only
to almost all
little
before
at that time
it.
at the
recital to allow
artists,
receive
HONORB DE BALZAC.
239
its
fulfilment?
The opinion
little
boots.
the
is his own.
We
touch lightly in passing this tender and delicate side of
Balzac's life, because we have nothing to say which
does not do him honor. This reserve and this mystery,
are those of a gallant man.
If he was loved as he
wished to be in the dreams of his youth, the world
knows nothing of it.
Do not imagine from this that Balzac was austere
and prudish in his speech. The author of the " Fantas*
tic Tales " was too much nourished by Rabelais, toe
belongs to
all
to laugh.
his
funny
LIFE POKTRAITS.
240
recitals interlarded
with Gallic
crudities,
would have
made
je-sted
to his friends.
Absorbed
common
opiaion, wrongly
we
think, judged
that he
work
at once,
had
If he
lived, at the
nasium.
Nevertheless, his impelling motive in these attempts
siderable sums.
the material
work is
less.
It requires several
is
greater,
dramas to
HONORE DE BALZAC.
fill
241
a whole
is
who
meditated,
when
a play was in
to
II
VII.
At
clinations
shoes,
twisted in a cord
around the neck, and the hat, at the same time shaggy
and smooth, its blue lining faded by perspiration, which
covered rather than clothed the most " fruitful of our
romancers." But despite the poverty and disorder of
his garb, no one would have dreamed of taking him for
one of the unknown, vulgar throng, this great man with
the eyes of flame, the mobile nostrils, the cheeks impressed with violent colors, the whole face illumined by
genius,
this
man who
Dassed, borne
onward by
his
UOJfORE DE BALZAC.
dream as by a whirlwind
243
lips of the
first
that this
Passing
down one
air,
examining the
and not gaping into the air, but at the signs! He
was seeking for names with which to baptize his characters.
He pretended, and with right, that a name does
not create itself any more than a word. According to
him, names are formed by themselves like languages;
real names possess besides, a life, a significance, a vitality,
a cabalistic power, and we cannot attach too much importance to their choice. Leon Gozlan, in his " Balzac
in Slippers," has related in a charming fashion, how he
found the famous " Z. Marcas " of the Revue Parisienne.
side of the street, then
other,
The
name for a
who is
no
less careful
characters.
This rough
life
was
drawn by
himself,
as
he
244
LIFE
PORTRAITS.
crows'-feet at
too short;
full of suffering, a
chin, delicate
and
thundering when needful, now sarcastic, then inM. Albert Savarus is of middle height, neither
fat nor lean he has the hands of a prelate."
In this portrait, otherwise very faithful, Balzao
idealizes himself a little for the exigencies of the romance,
and divests himself of some kilogrammes of embonpoint,
a license well permitted to a hero loved by the Duchess
d'Argalio, and by Mademoiselle de Watteville.
This
romance of " Albert Savarus," one of the least known
and the least quoted of Balzac, contains many transposed details upon his habits of life and labor we might
even see here, if we were permitted to lift the veil, confidences of another kind.
Balzac had left the Rue de Batailles for the Jardies
he then went to live in Passy. The house where he
dwelt, situated upon an abrupt declivity, presented an
architectural arrangement singular enough. We entered
here
Un peu comme le vin entre dans les houteilles.
You had to descend three stories in order to arrive at
the first. The miain door from the side of the street,
opened almost into the roof, as into a garret. We
dined here once with L. G. It was a strange dinner,
composed after economical recipes invented by Balzac.
At our express entreaty, the famous soup of Icntillesand
onions, endowed with so many hygienic and symbolic
ting,
cisive,
nONORE DE BALZAC.
245
to
repletion,
!
three times
made
At
size,
for their
from the
first
He was
already suffering
him
off.
Balzac's
spots
sparkling,
At this moment,
ich interested in
246
LIFE PORTRAITS.
sibyl
Madame
burst
into peals
of
laughter,
and
the maid-servant
was the
place,
all
We
said
" If she
is
a sorceress, she
conceals well
game."
We attempted some other researches,
always fruitless, and Delphine pretended that Balzac
had fabricated all this for the sake of a carriage drive to
Anteuil, and to procure agreeable travelling companions.
But we must believe that Balzac did have a solitary
interview with this Madame Fontaine whom we sought
Did he consult her seriously ? Did he go as
together.
her
a simple observer?
pronounced
About
its
this
official
science
had not
as yet
decisive verdict.
HONORE DE BALZAC.
247
terns
filled to
like
the
248
LIFE PORTRAITS.
Casem?"
said
we
We
months after.
There is a Turkish proverb which says
house
is
"
When
the
the sultans
Life
was too
beautiful,
and
die.
HONORE DE BALZAC.
heiided a fatal denouement
in
the
athletic
all
had
of
organization
so
We
were going
to
much
Balzac.
we wished
249
to travel in Italy,
confidence
We
firmly
all.
some foreign
in a caleche, to bring
He
ca-
riosity
"BALZAC."
We
there
decrepit
idiots,
octogenarian
wrecks,
human
we
250
LIFE PORTRAITS.
asked ourselves why this luminous brain had been extinguished like a torch we snuff out, while life remained
tenacious in these darkened heads, vaguely traversed by
deceptive rays of intelligence.
Posterity
Years have flown since that fatal hour.
has begun for Balzac; he seems greater every day.
When he was among his contemporaries, they little aphim only in fragments, and
preciated him they saw
sometimes, under unfavorable aspects now the edifice
he builded towers upward as we recede from it, like the
cathedral of a town hidden by the neighboring houses,
and which in the horizon is outlined immense above tho
The monument is not finished, but
flattened roofs.
such as it is, it awes us by its hugeness, and the
surprised generations will ask each other, " what manner of man is the giant who alone has heaved up these
formidable blocks, and reared so high this Babel where
are heard the murmurings of all social orders
Although dead, Balzac has still his detractors; they
;
of immorality,
The author
of the
"
Comedie Humaine
"
is
he
is
Christianity,
HONOKE DE BALZAC.
251
the
to be
know them
well; those
who
BERANGER.
Born 1780Died
We
met him
in the promenades,
185T.
with a respectful glance, but he was no longer a contemporary, although he lived among us.
One need not in
this hurrying epoch live many years, ere he withdraws
from the melee, to be present at his renown as if he
were his own descendant.
A long time before he
descended to the tomb, Bdranger had the satisfaction of
knowing what posterity thought of him, and he could
sleep tranquilly upon his immortality, if ever such ambl
Men born with the century or
tion enticed his heart.
a little before it, formed the immediate public of Beranger. The young generation best knew him from having
heard him sung by their fathers, and from having sung
his songs itself.
It admired him a little from hearsay
and from vague childish remembrances.
ThiS is a
favorable condition for the poet's glory.
His titles are
admitted, they are no longer discussed, and the general
signification of his
work
is
more
clearly revealed.
juir
BEKANGER.
253
by simple forms.
whom French
uneducated,
He
poets too
much
by a circumscribed reputation.
women and
The
common people, rarely
They comprehend nothing of
the
254
PORTRAITS.
LIFE
romantic
which wrought
school,
so
marvellously in
who
As
a dramatic author
many charming
we may
good
He was
Few
poets have
sense.
aristocratic particle
was, in
comprehended and
He
naturally
sorrows, their
end.
Horace or
it
to
he ingeniously
pretext for not producing the cen-
Virgil.
Latin,
and
as the
he
who always
felt
BEKANGER.
The
tion.
immense
255
'
was
means of mocking
brave, proud and
ten
content with
all, if it
its
enemy
ridiculous.
grand army, and has represented Napoleon as the people saw him with his little chapeau and his gray overcoat,
difficult
when
the
element
that
is
precisely
lyrical.
many
people,
by that ingenuous
We
consent to accept
LIFE PORTRAITS.
256
feet,
its
especially
when
we would
bas,"
"Madame
" Fretillon,"
Gregoire,"
"Lisette,"
made with
It
BRIZEUX.
Born 1806Died
The
when
1858.
live
La
neighboring ocean
258
LIFE
PORTRAITS.
by a hand long
fine,
antique
flute.
pictures of a
painted lovingly
disquieting Imnself
of thought,
charmed
as
are popular
And
down
and many of
so he lived,
now
in Brittany,
now
in Florence,
was
to belong
to
the Academy.
ment
The Academy
will
fulfil
V3
HENRI MONNIER.
Born
ik Paris, 1799.
it.
" Nothing
is
is
amiable,"
and which,
Afterward, not content with these mute reproducgave voice to his delineations in those burlesques
which have become celebrated ; we say burlesques, in
order to avail ourselves of a consecrated word, for
nothing less resembles burlesque than these mouldings
acter.
tions, he
260
LIFE
It
was
then the
PORTRAITS.
reuniting
artist,
them scenes
many
formed from
where he imitates the
types, has
irresistibly comic,
caricature,
for speech
winged,
is
No
but
action,
particular
idiosyncrasies,
rank there he
and transforms
;
observed
dram-
he
alsQ,
has succeeded
second
he squares, develops
himself, abandoning the boots and
is
else
at his
ease
Henry Monnier
is
dis-
He
to foot
he
has the shoes and the coiffure, the linen and the coat,
the figure and the eyes, the voice and the accent of the
and
Such a wadded
finger
is
new
para-
HENRI MONNIER.
If this be SO,
why
is it
261
is
not the
epoch
means
Nature
is
art, it is at
most the
their colors,
is an
In everything
longer comedy
it
is
stenography.
life,
But
of
all his
sil-
262
LIFE PORTRAITS.
What a magnificent
imbecile
and
all
the
For
often unintentionally.
this
Prudhomme,
is
no longer
is
a creation.
Balzac,
lion
face
his
Whenever Monnier
a special public of artist and connoisseurs ; but his playing was too fine, too true, too natural, to greatly amuse the
crowd.
The Prudhommes
intellectual
Prudhomme
seriously
intrudes.
Who has not read the " Popular Scenes," the " Pleasures
of the Country," "
The Romance
at the
HENRY
Desjardins
Pochet.
is
immortal as
That
Madame
263
JfONNIER.
all
memories
woman so
The
Country" is an antiphrase whose truth you may well quesHenri Monnier's peasants are not the peasants of
tion.
the pastoral
poem
Talleyrand.
And what
a country
who would
foil
country of city
ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
(1802-1870.)
One
Dumas and
His father
was
He
was a
title
Dumas, a black
who
sent
to
Alexandre Diimas was born on July 4, 1802, at Yillerswhere he was brought up under the care of an
affectionate and pictus inother.
Some of the most graceful passages of autobiography are
to be found in those pages of his memoirs which are devoted
to an account. of his boyhood, and which present an excellent picture of French country-town life. He seems to have
Cotterets,
ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
265
The family means were slenThey were soon almost reduced to poverty and in the
where he was
tunities, that
to
the
off for
but
it
seemed a fortune.
friend,
De
a year,
Leuven, and he
now
command at work. Charles !N^odier introduced him to Baron Taylor, the literary director of the
theatre, who, if we are to credit Dumas, was so enchanted
with the work that he accepted it and submitted it to the
source he could
company
.I'upt
at once.
It is
more probable
that,
from the
cor-
lege
vs-as
produced (February 11, 1829) with the most extraorThis piece was important as being the first
dinary results.
12
266
LIFE PORTRAITS.
brought
revolution of July
its
Romantic School."
" Henri
But the
now broke
literary scheme.
It
who
And
here
life,
own
made
Days
his
own
Benvenuto
Cellini.
He
has, of course,
Soissons,
des
The
Revue
And
this
" Henri III." and " Christine " pi'oving to consist of whole
ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
267
to
Florence,
where
But in
spirit,
extravagant situations,
larity it
It
268
LIFE PORTRAITS.
and suggested
it
to
him
a series of wholesale
of which
makes
gin
He
manipula-
he might
having written " Monte
etc.,
Querard.
Dumas
justified
his
system of a2:propriating
ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
from dead and living authors by a
" conqnests."
" All
public property.
human
The man
269
tlieory of
what he
called
only conquers.
adornment.
While these
It
this
was
owing to a
Another rebuff,
entirely
wi-iter's.
his
270
LIFE PORTRAITS.
he was
Paris,
cast in
was
damages.
tlie
entertainment of
all
pieces,
honest.
It
to writing "puffs"
grand schemes
to the public,
was
which
last excited
him.
To
to
which
it is
im-
scandalous
all
who knew
fertility
ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
271
the 5th of
tej-ets,
litterateurs
of Paris.
The works
He
left
about sixty
dramas, of which not more than three or four will be rebut two, the " Mariage sous Louis XY." and
;
" Mdlle. de Belle Isle," belong to the repertoire of the
membered
He
left a
daughter,
Madame
Petel,
who
has written a
MAURICE DE
GUJfcRIK.
language well
but at a time
me
my
Macaree!"
These words come from a short composition called the
"Centaur," of which the author, Georges-Maurice de Guerin,
died in the year 1839, at the age of twenty-eight, without
at the
MAURICE DE QUERIW.
273
anxiety was satisfied. x\t the end of 1860 appeared two volumes with the title, " Maurice de Guerin, lleliquise," containing the " Centaur," several poems of Guerin, his journals, and a number of his letters, collected and edited by a
devoted friend, M. Trebutien, and preceded by a notice of
Guerin by the first of living critics, M. Sainte-Beuve,
The grand power of poetry is its interpretative power
by which I mean, not a power of drawing out in black
full,
When
awakened in
be in contact with the essential nature of those objects, to be no
longer bewildered and oppressed by them, but to have their
secret, and to be in harmony with them
and this feeling
calms and satisfies us as no other can. Poetry, indeed, interprets in another way besides this but one of its two
ways of interpreting, of exercising its highest power, is by
awakening this sense in us. I will not now inquire whether
this sense is illusive, whether it can be proved not to be
illusive, whether it does absolutely make us possess the real
nature of things all I say is, that poetry can awaken it in
us, and that to awaken it is one of the highest powers of
The interpretations of science do not give us this
poetty.
our relations with them.
us, as to objects
without
us,
we
this sense is
feel ourselves to
give
it
whole man.
who
who
Cuvier
theii- life
it is
who makes
us participate in
juid
take
274
it is
LIFE PORTRAITS.
heard
it is
it
is
Chateaubriand, with his " cime indetermvnSe desfoit is Senancour, with his mountain birch-tree
rets / "
ces hranches
feuiUes^
et tout cet
atti-
his
verse
so
much
as his
my judgment,
I confess they
In prose,
is
make
own vehicle and who has ever done this more admirably than the great prose-writers of France Pascal,
his
But
in verse the
composer
portance to
We may
power of a language
MAURICE DE GUERIN.
275
the
man
of genius
who
man
uses
it is
of genius
Therefore
who
com-
at a disadvantage as
Kacine
speare,
and he
is
Bossuet.
said of our
own
poets of the
them
as the
main
as the
much
few
production on a great
poet deploying
all
issue.
scale,
For Eng-
for an English
may
Chaucer uses
admirable
(as
epic pitch,
it)
in poe-
poem on
ISTature
is
Pope
LIFE PORTRAITS.
276
and
Satires of Horace,
when one
which
it fails
when one
Of such avail is
to receive
Epistles of Pope.
In the same
even an inferiority of genius in the user
way Pope is at a disadvantage as compared with Addison
the best of Addison's composition (the "Coverley Papers"
in the " Spectator," for instance) wears better than the best
of Pope's, because Addison has in his prose an intrinsically
!
manifests
itself.
He
life
of ISTature,
MAURICE DE GuilRIN.
277
Abbe Rohrbacher;
shade of private
others,
life.
The winter
the
the
rupture with
his opinions
by
imminent.
Some
from him.
The
Rome
La Chenaie was
shown to us for a moment, with its vohmtary character, its simple and severe
life in common, its mixture of lay and clerical members,
to separate
soon to dissolve
the genius of
but, such as
its
society of
it is
all,
its
ti'om
common
from novels:
is
gi*eatness
On
278
LIFE POETRAITS.
M. de Lamennais was
1832,
M. de Mar-
over
much
Of
a noble but
he had
man saddened by
his
common
school
MAUEIOE DE
279
GUI^RIlSr.
an essential attribute
new
impressions, abhorring rules, aspiring to a " renovation without end ; " a temperament
eager, thirsting for
home
at
Le
sister
the
280
LIFE POETEAITS
comes we
When spring
of Xature."
On
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281
GUilfeETN.
The
5th of April
On
made
has
it
shrubberies,
it
is
a start
fine
the South.
"
What
sky of Brittany, even on the finest day, and the sky of our
South
Here the summer has, even on its highdays and
holidays, something mournful, overcast, and stinted about
!
it.
It is like a
miser
who
is
making
show
Give
me
there
is
our Langue-
vaulted
282
LIFE PORTRArrS.
One has often heard that an educated Frenchman's reading seldom goes much beyond French and Latin,
and that he makes the authors in these two langiaages his
literature.
Frenchmen
This
may
or
may
not be true of
no question as to
the width of the reading of Guerin and his friends, and as
in general, but there can be
One
of the cir-
Morvonnais a poet who published a volume of verse, and died in the prime of life had a passionate admiration for Wordsworth, and had even, it is
said, made a pilgrimage to Rydal Mount to visit him and
in Guerin's own reading I find, besides the French names
of Bernardin de St. Pierre, Chateaubriand, Lamartine, and
Victor Hugo, the names of Homer, Dante, Shakespeare,
Milton, and Goethe and he quotes both from Greek and
from English authors in the original. His literary tact is
" Every poet," he writes to his
beautifully fine and true.
sister, " has his own art of poetry written on the ground of
his own soul there is no other.
Be constantly observing
Nature in her smallest details, and then write as the current of your thoughts guides you that is all." But with
all this freedom from the bondage of forms and rules,
Guerin marks with perfect precision the faults of tlxefr'ee
French literature of his time tl;e litterature facile^-2ivA
judges the romantic school and its prospects like a master
" that youthful literature which has put forth all its blossom prematurely, and has left itself a helpless prey to the
returning frost, stimulated as it has been by the bui-ning
cle,
Hippolyte
la
MAURICE DE GUiKIN.
283
hj this atmosphere charged with a periwhich has over-liastened every sort of development, and will most likely reduce to a handful of grains
srni
of our century,
lous heat,
unwelcome
welcome
to the rest
fill
with
vanity these vain souls, and then, falling from hands heavy
satiety,
writers of
sing-song
it
Your
Form
verse
is
too
for yourself a
manner
we must
our" own
* Part of these extracts date from a time a little after Guerin's residence at La Chenaie ; but already, amidst the readings and conversations of La Chenaie, his literary judgment was perfectly formed.
284
It
LIFE PORTRAITS.
was
that Guerin
came
to
La Chenaie.
The
judgment
religious feeling,
in his diary
"
God,
My
what is my soul about that it can thus go
running after such fugitive delights on Good Friday, on
this day all filled with thy death and our redemption ?
There is in me I know not what damnable spirit, that
awakens in
ing
me
me
collectedness of soul
my
And
forever pi'ompt-
is
from which
O how
well can I
again, in a letter to
M. de Marzan
"
Of
M^iat,
my
" that a
One
gi-eat
Every year
solemn festivals when M'ill the
be here ? I lia^^e been witness of a
it its
MAURICE DE GUilRIN.
285
friends
intuition of Guerin,
more
commanding and
was from
among the most inter-
own
his
"
M.
Feli * said to
lis on the
which makes man
the most sufferini^ of all creatures ? It is that he has one
foot in the finite and the other in the infinite, and that he
is torn asunder, not by four horses, as in the horrible old
Again he said to us as
times, but between two worlds.'
'
it is,'
La
The
familiar
Chi'naie.
name given
to
'
M. de Lamennais by
his followers at
286
LIFE PORTRAITS.
we heard
'
If that clock
it
would
knew
still
that
it
was
keep striking
clock
marked out
two Scotch
firs
he took his
stick
gi-ass.
O,
how
'
and
It is
only a sim-
'
Elie
those here
'
took, at the
writes
tian
M. de Marzan,
and a
priest,
army down
who
disbands his
MAURICE DE
from the
field
of battle."
287
GUilRIIT.
l^p
But
instantly
perceived
wanted to see the sim and the flowers " was the constraint
and monotony of a monastic life, when Lamennais's genius
was no longer present to enliven this life for him. On the
Yth of October he renounced the novitiate, believing himself a partisan of Lamennais in his quarrel with Rome, reproaching the life he had left with demanding passive
obedience instead of trying " to put in practice the admirable alliance of order with liberty, and of variety with
unity," and declaring that, for his part, he preferred taking
the chances of a
be
^^
garotte
life
^ar un reglement
In real truth, a
set of rules."
tied
life
of adventure, or rather
a life free to wander at its own will, was that to which his
nature irresistibly impelled him.
For a career of adventure, the inevitable field was Paris.
But before
this
came a
stage, the
mouth
charm
He
asked Guerin,
when he
left
he draws it.
goodness" (he writes in his journal on the
For fear the
7th of December) " is Providence to me
in
its
"
best vein as
How
full of
288
LIFE POETRAITS.
sudden passage from the mild and temperate air of a reworld should be too
my
trying for
my
soul, it
left
God
servants of
my
record of
I intend to write
are chanting.
down
the
of happiness, and I
know
come
I shall
felicities.
man,
pious,
table
^liere is
matter to
make
a biblical
poem
of, if I
could
is
so
which
many
in their succession
little details
make up
of this
me
stages of a continuous
some
All the
sort
fii'st
arrival, for
the
MAURICE DE
289
GUIERIN-.
words with which one meets are almost the same, and the
separation at night, through the hom's of darkness and micertainty, does not
breakfast, during
ill
then
setting to
on the
work
in an old panelled
the
stir
dinner, to which
we
by a
bell
290
and
LIFE PORTRAITS.
wliicli is
charms of a day so
and your imaginafar short of these home-joys in their de-
to all the
still fall
it,
lightful reality,"
be
my
last extract,
but
who
is
sil-
proach of night.
The winds
it
first
to
"The woodpecker
lauf/Ti*,^''
says White of
Selbome
and here
is
MAURICE DE GUilRIN.
291
Silence wraps
round everything seeks repose except this pen of
mine, which perhaps disturbs the rest of some living
cries of
me
atom
asleep in a crease of
its light
Let
scratching as
stop,
it
then
it
my
notebook, for
itile
it
makes
thoughts.
atom."
On
Paris.
tany acquaintances introduced him to editors, tried to engage him in the periodical literature of Paris and so unmistakable was Guerin's talent, that even his first essays were
;
immediately accepted.
of a kind
At first
which
with
the
notion
of
living
by his pen "^d rCai
he was pleased
qiCd ecrire^"^ he says to his sister " I have only got to write."
But to a nature like his, endued with the passion for perunfitted
him
to get his
produce constantly, to
produce whether in the vein or out of the vein, to produce
something good or bad or middling, as it may happen, but
To
escape from
it
292
It
lie had himseK been educated.
was vacation-time, and all he had to do was to teach a
small class composed of boys who did not go home for the
holidays
in
his
own
in the fold, while the rest of the flock are frisking in the
fields."
as a supernumerary.
place,
ner serves
till
me
The
college din-
it
and
to his
heavy work
in teaching there
was thus
this life
The
to him, although
letters
like Guerin, to
he continued, however, to bear it with resoand on the whole with patience, for four years.
On the 15th of Xovember, 1838, he married a young Creole lady of some fortune. Mademoiselle Caroline de Gerbitter revolt
lution,
vain, "
whom,"
who
loves
MAURICE DE GUERIN.
clared itself in liim
" I pass
my
293
life,"
sister,
He
died at
of
July, 1839.
The
vicissitudes of his
more
considerable.
His wife.
LIFE PORTRAITS.
294
when
is
He says of
consistency as in Guerin's.
"I
owe everything to
poetry, for
is
past
I shall probably
poetical instinct,
One
and she
Poetry
is
is
aspect
it
pris-
it
was as
To make
of moral intei-pretation.
it is
a part of
its
in exercising
(Wordsworth thus
speaks of a -wise passwertess) he aspires to be a sort of
hiunan ^olian-harp, catching and rendering every rustle
it
the poet
is
MAURICE DE
To
of Xature.
the world
is
assist at
his craving,
295
GuilRIN-.
and intimately
to feel
life
of
it all
thrill of life,
what he asks
he
resists
ever
down an enchanted
He
stream.
*'
life
am
but a voice
He
his
hand
to
life,
it.
No
one has expressed the aspirations of this temperament better than Guerin himself. In the last year of his
he writes
" I return, as you
life
see, to
enthusiasm,
bursts
teai's,
am
whatsoever.
There
is
is
the
God
of
my
lures
it,
and
And
"My
it
onward, gives
it
it
work
know
to
do without ceas-
not where
the
word
he says
296
LIFE PORTRAITS.
without attaching
sion,
itself to
on forever
live,
man
In the same
spirit
he longed for
travel.
sister,
is
"
When
one
is
And
travel
is full
of de-
O,
who
will set
me
adrift
MAURICE DE GUiRIN.
pression
is
described to us
297
feel-
terrible analysis
my
spirit
stricken
by
all
those
ills
my
top.
quite out of
my
Study
is
intolerable to
me, or rather
it is
Mental work brings on, not drowsiness, but an irritable and nervous disgust which drives me out, I know
not where, into the streets and public places. The Spring,
whose delights used to come every year stealthily and mys-
power.
teriously to
charm
me
me
this year
13*
LIFE POETRATTS.
298
interprets
it
man
ciles
lus's
it
gives
him
Shakespeare
alike interpretative.
recon-
Thus ^schy-
the universe.
''
it
intei'prets
both when he
says,
'
'
Full
many
and when he
says,
Rough-hew them
we
as
wilL"
But
it is
who
but even in
become too
him
little
In Shelley there
is
so interesting.
this is
I will not
is
what makes
now
gifts,
nor even
a passionate straining
inquire
Shelley, as a
how much
man,
Shelley
to achieve natural
Palgi'ave's
MAURICE DE GUl^RIN.
But
his failures.*
in
is
is
whom
the
overpoweringly pre-
perfect
when
Adam naming
299
they speak
by divine
in-
is
a distinction to be drawn.
to
it
sufficiency), it
me
has a contempt.
The
literary career
seems
the right sphere for Shelley's genius was the sphere of music, not of
poetry
difficult
sanity enough.
300
to
LIFE PORTRAITS.
mc
unreal, both in
its
own
essence and in
tlie
rewards
wliicli
originality
and delicacy of
depreciation,
He
his powers.
re-
appears to God.
My worst
torture at this
moment
be
judgment the
is
the
We are
so
this day,
"
When
I begin a subject,
my
am doing
wonders
and when
nothing but a wretched made-up imitation, composed of odds and ends of color stolen from
have
finished, I see
mine."
for
all
poetical
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death.
The
301
Gui;Ri]sr.
came
to him,
visits
M.
which he
life
youth.
is,"
I shall conclude
it
"THE CENTAIIR.
" I had
my
whose
firet
my
Like
moment
of
and
302
LIFE POETRAITS.
you your
cradles.
Tlie reason
is
that
we have
a doctrine
'
when, in broad
renew these gallopings
JIAUIJICE
of
DE
303
GUElilN.
my youtli in the cavern, and with the same object, brandmy arms and employing all the fleetness which yet
ishing
to me.
is left
O Melampus,
should lead thee to me, the oldest and most forlorn of them
all
It is
their
no more
I quit
life.
The
me
this
mountain summit,
point of
my
arrows
know me
lakes
still,
which
serves
the tranquil
my youtli
issuing
to
now
bound.
steps
knew no
the course of a
him.
'
what
how
How
full of labor
by the
Behold,' I cried,
am
gods,
'
at the
thus.'
""Wandering along at my ovm will like the rivers, feeling wherever I went the presence of Cybele, whether in
the bed of the valleys, or on the height of the moimtains,
I bounded whither I would, like a blind and chainless life.
But when ISiglit, filled with the chai*m of the gods, over-
304
LIFE POliTRAITS.
me
took
threshold of
and
my
my
retreat,
mj
me
me
to
as she
of the dark.
The
sea-gods,
it is
said, quit
they seat themon the promontories, and their eyes wander over the
expanse of the waves. Even so I kept watch, having at
my feet an expanse of life like the hushed sea. My regards had free range, and travelled to the most distant
points.
Like sea-beaches which never lose their wetness,
the line of mountains to the west re tamed the imprint of
gleams not perfectly wiped out by the shadows. In that
quarter still survived, in pale clearness, momitain-smnmits
naked and pure. There I beheld at one time the god Pan
of darkness their palaces under the deep
selves
among
dreaming
"
forests.
Thou pursuest
after w^isdom,
Melampus, which is
and thou roamest from
when
I kept
my
In
'
'
MAURICE DE GUERIIT.
the mountain
davs
all
but
the study
how
is
305
(thou seest
it)
Of my
some
life,
among
wilderness, plunge
restless,
and
any sound which might escape from his lips halfopened by slumber. The mortals, dear to the gods for
their virtue, have received from their hands lyres to give
delight to man, or the seeds of new plants to make him
rich but from their inexorable lips, nothing
to cover
" Such were the lessons which the old Chiron gave me.
"Waned to the very extremity of life, the Centaur yet
nourished in his
calm
spirit
my
last days,
still
retain en-
aoG
LIFE PORTRAITS.
or to see
restless clouds,
IIjades, the
DENIS DIDEROT.
(1Y13-1784.)
in 1713.
who
He was educated by
was
at
attachments abroad,
first
with a
Madame
Puisieux, a fifth-
308
LIFE PORTRAITS.
Avriter
On
of these performances
The gist
is
did not at this time pass out into the wilderness beyond
natural religion, yet there are signs that he accepted that
less as a positive doctrine, resting
on grounds of
its
own, than
In
as a convenient point of attack against Christianity.
1747 he -wrote the " Sceptic's Walk," a rather poor allegory
pointing
first
sec-
and
is
and
DENIS DIDEROT.
309
unfathomable uncertainty of the philosophy which probe so high above both church and world.
Diderot's next piece was what first introduced him to
the world as an original thinker, his famous " Letter on
the Blind " (1749). The immediate object of this short but
pithy writing was to show the dependence of men's ideas
fesses to
on
lect
and in a
some points
in aesthetics.
they
The
in the advance
principle of relativity.
sodic application
is
master-conception of God.
moment
is its
presen-
the philosophers,
Ilis speculation was too hardy for the authcJiiand he was thrown into tlie prison of Vincennes.
Here he remained for three months then he was released,
to enter upon the gigantic undertaking of his life.
certain bookseller had applied to him wath a project
for the translation into French of Ephraim Chambers's
philosophy.
ties,
" Cj'clopaedia."
310
LIFE PORTRAITS.
busy and pregnant intelligence the scheme became transformed. Instead of a mere reproduction of Chambers, he
persuaded the bookseller to enter upon a new work, which
should collect under one roof all the at;tive writers, all the
new ideas, all the new knowledge, that were then moving
the cultivated class to its depths, but still were comparatively
ineffectual
by reason of
their dispersion.
;
His enthusiasm
pages of these redoubtable volumes now, it seems surprising that their doctrines should have stirred such portentous
There is no atheism, no overt attack on any of the
a!arm.
cardinal mysteries of the faith, no direct demmciation even
DENIS DIDEROT.
lative freedom.
311
it is
alarming thought of
all
pressed.
The
the work.
of their
The connivance
own
official
orders was
distracted government.
culties
And
common
in those times of
on, but its diffi-
being clandestine.
police
now
befell Diderot.
by the
D'Alembert, wearied of
shifts
Other
withdrew from the enterprise.
powerful colleagues, Turgot among them, declined to contribute further to a book which had acquired an evil fame.
Diderot was left to bring the task to an end as he best
For seven years he labored like a slave at the oar.
could.
and
indignities,
312
He
LIFE POETRAITS.
wrote several hundred
slight,
but
many
of
articles,
them most
laborious, comprehensive,
Diderot for his share in the " Encyclopaedia " was about
120 sterling. " And then to think," said Voltaire, " that
work, he
is
new and
fruitful
ideas.
We
no masterpiece, but
no creation, but a criticism
find
dien," in
drama
the
the classic
DENIS DIDEROT.
313
It
Grimm, one
Grimm
body.
high person-
the
ent world from the dry and conceited pedantries of the or-
dinary
\'irtuoso.
As
new
was
is
almost a
genius."
new
relief
am
and
life,
it
and
it
indebted to his
Greuze was Diderot's favorite among contempoand it is easy to see why. Greuze's most characpictures were the rendering in color of the same
i-ary artists,
teristic
them
14
314
LIFE POKTEAITS.
common
which Diderot attempted with inferior success to represent upon the stage.
For Diderot was above all things
life,
interested in
race,
tlie life
of
men
life
of
tlie
tunes of a particular family, the relations of real and concrete motives in this or that special case.
bom
casuist in
Sentimental Journey."
Few modern
it
excellent criticisms
satire
DENIS DIDEROT.
315
places, unflinching
shamelessness.
Goethe's translation
introduction of
"Rameau's Kephew"
to the
first
European
public.
After executing
it,
he gave back
whom he
had
it.
it
mistake to set
down
We
life.
It is a
life,
He
it
seizes
made him
it
its
consequences.
to its end,
and
this
Just as
definitely than he did.
Diderot could not attain to the concentration, the positive-
aim needed for a mastei-piece of literahe could not attain to those qualities in the way of
dogma and system. Yet he drew at last to the conclusions
of materialism, and contributed many of its most declamatory pages to the " Systeme de la Mature " of his friend
D'Holbach the, very Bible of atheism, as some one styled
316
it.
LIFE PORTRAITS.
All that
was motion
saw,
if
in space
we
truth."
tion,
lie
and
if
man
bj spontaneous genera-
God
to
do
and motive as shall make us tender, pitiful, simple, contented. Hence his one great literary passion, his enthusiasm
for Richardson, our English novelist.
made
life so
political
Hence,
also, his
deep-
much
to say against
him
perversities of
DENTS DIDEROT.
317
men
of
he could not even obtain that bare official recognition of merit which was implied by being chosen a member of the Academy.
letters
for
him
to provide a
dower for
When
library.
his
sell his
buy the
money, and
burg.
The empress
received
him
cordially.
St. Peters-
The
strange
when Diderot hinted that he argued with her at a disadvantage, " is there any difference among men f " Diderot
day,
returned
home
he spent them
in 177-1.
to
him, and
new knowl-
in
luminous declama-
not
know him
at
all.
all
318
LIFE PORTRAITS.
It is doubtful
done.
alive to the
made
sterling workers to
whom
if
their
it
own
personality
is
as noth-
thoughts of their
and
left
lives.
He wi'ote
what he found
to "write,
When he
accident, with an ostrich-like indifference."
heard one day that a collected edition of his works was in
the press at Amsterdam, he greeted the news with " peals
of laughter," so well did he know the haste and the
heed with which those works had been dashed off.
little
D'Alembert, and
lifetime.
Notwithstanding Diderot's
pleted
rate
is
now
just
and exhaustive
by
MM.
comelabo-
twenty
JEAN DE LA FONTAINE.
(1621.)
In
Soon after
oflfice,
320
LIFE PORTRAITS.
and of the ancient classics, and the first fruits of his labors
was a translation of the " Eunuchus " of Terence. This
work had very poor success, and was in many respects so
In the French
unsatisfactory as not to deserve much.
metropolis La Fontaine was kindly received, and spent
much of his time and far more money than he could afford
in the pursuit of those pleasures for which that city affords
unrivalled facilities but none of the reverses of fortune
by which he was overtaken ever altered his disposition in
;
the
least.
king.
On
the death of
was reduced
Mme.
de La Sabliere, La Fontaine
had
seriously be-
Evi-emond.
Duke
Burgundy
him
to remain at
His health at this time became very bad, and was
not much improved by his squabbles with the clerg}', who,
believing him to be dying, threatened him with the terrors
of the Church unless he made a public apology for his licentious talcs, and burned a comedy which he was preparing
home.
of
JEAN DE LA FONTAINE.
321
After a good deal of hesitation, he comIn 1G93 his health became rapidly worse, and he spent the most of his time in
translating
hymns
for the
Church and
care
The
till
character of
La Fontaine
is a curious medley of
His acute perception of what was
right, and his inability to practise it, remind us of Richard
Steele.
His invincible laziness and good humor are only
to be paralleled by the similar qualities in the author of
" The Seasons." His shrewd yet childlike simplicity, his
vanity, his tenderness of heart, his awkwardness, and his
absence of mind, are all qualities which he had in common
with our own Goldsmith
and, indeed, the epithet of
" inspired idiot," unjustly applied to that author, might
with much propriety have been given to the Fi-ench fabulist.
His weaknesses were all of a kind that made him at
once the pet and the laughing-stock of his friends. AVith
Racine, Moliere, and Eoileauhe lived on terms of the most
intimate friendship. They often rallied him, and sometimes
with good reason, on his many failings but, as Moliere
said on one of these occasions, " lis out beau se tremousser,
ils n'effaceront pas le bonhonnne."
The sobriquet of " Le
Bonhomme" was
322
Bion,
LIFE PORTRAITS.
hearing Racine read some extracts from Plato,
lie
Greek philosopher,
amusing of writers.
whom
At
La Fontaine
know anything
of
him?"
And
for'S'everal
days
"
Have you
ruch
lie
was ?
He's a
man
of first-rate genius.
"
after,
he
recognize,
either in ancient or
modem
times.
He
JEAN DE LA FONTAINE.
323
sto-
philosophical investigation,
the
all this
The
'
bonhomme
I wrote as
'
wonld
my humor
say,
'
La Fontaine him-
dictated,
humor and
fancy, and his delicate touches of obenhanced by a diction simple and refined,
and presenting in almost every line some happy tm'n of
the finest
servation, are
all
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