"
"If you would convince us of what you say," interrupted
Prince Castel-Forte, "you must prove it to us:
give us
the inexpressible pleasure of seeing you play tragedy.
"If you would convince us of what you say," interrupted
Prince Castel-Forte, "you must prove it to us:
give us
the inexpressible pleasure of seeing you play tragedy.
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Their opinions on all subjects were affected
and colored by their religious opinions. He is now remote from us,
he is read as "a classic": she comes close to us, and inspires us with
friendly emotions.
To be in advance of one's age, if one is a genius, is to tread a
sure path to immortality; but if, like Madame de Staël, one is only
the possessor of intellectual ability, it is the straight road to for-
getfulness. Those who come after us take little interest in hearing
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their own ideas expressed less effectively than they themselves are
expressing them; and so it happens that the world of letters now
takes too little account of Madame de Staël, while her own times
were incompetent to judge her. We do not value her enough: they
did not value her rightly. The false and brilliant light thrown
upon her by the enmity of Napoleon, obscured rather than revealed
what was really interesting and noble in her; while the assumption
that because there was a masculine scope and strength in her intelli-
gence she had a masculine nature, has completely confused her image.
She was not precisely feminine, but she was essentially a woman; and
her most admirable powers, her highest successes, her real importance
to the world, lie in the fact that her thoughts passed from her brain
through a woman's heart. It must be confessed it did not always
make them wiser thoughts; but it invested them with a sincerity and
an ardor that give the force of fine passion to studies in politics and
in literature. For these studies in politics and in literature are at
bottom studies in sociology,- that science whose name was unknown,
while its foundations were being laid by the promoters, the victims,
the critics of the French Revolution; the science whose students are
lovers of humanity.
This noble title is one to which Madame de Staël has full right.
She is a leader in the great army of those who love, who honor, and
who desire to serve their kind: one of those leaders who disseminate
their principles and communicate their emotions, but who give no
positive counsels; who show their quality chiefly by their love of
liberty and their love of light. Wherever she saw the traces of lib-
erty or the track of light, she followed fearlessly. And therefore it
is, that as one of the last and one of the ablest of her critics-M. Al-
bert Sorel- has remarked (in the excellent study of her published
in the series of 'Les Grands Écrivains Français), few writers have
exercised in so many different directions, so prolonged an influence.
She had during her life, and she continues to have after her death,
an immense power of inspiring other souls with lofty aspirations and
high thoughts.
It is chiefly the qualities of her character that make her writings
now worth reading. Her character illuminates the whole mass. Many
of her pages would be dull and empty to the reader of to-day, if
it were not that every sentence-involuntarily but unrestrainedly —
reveals the writer. She recognized this herself, and said: "When
one writes for the satisfaction of the inward inspiration that takes
possession of the soul, the writings make known, even without intend-
ing it, the writer's mental conditions, of every kind and degree. ”
Between the lines of her own writings her whole life may be read;
not her life of thought only, but her life of action.
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This life of action, of incessant humane action on others, and with
and for others, was of too complicated a character, and involved too
many relations, to be narrated here save in the most general terms.
The supreme affections of her life were, from birth to death, for her
father, and during twenty years for her lover, Benjamin Constant.
These two passions colored her whole existence: her ardent love and
admiration for her father supplied unfailing nutriment to her heart,
and her enthusiasm for Benjamin Constant (of which he was little
worthy) stimulated her intellect to its most brilliant achievements.
Too much stress can hardly be laid on the ennobling effects on her
character of her father's influence. He can scarcely be called a great
man; but she fervently adored him with the deepest gratitude all hi
life, and after his death, in a singularly delightful intimacy of rela-
tion.
As her father's daughter, and from her own noble powers, she be-
came one of the most conspicuous figures in the party of the consti-
tutional reformers, and was more or less drawn into political affairs.
But she never threw herself into the current; she never left her
salon, whatever was going on outside; and when the earthquake of
the Revolution came and her four walls fell, she could find no refuge
in any party lines. She was from first to last a witness of political
events rather than an actor in them; a witness of most exceptional
quality, who could distinguish in the confused and troubled present
the old instincts of the past and the new beliefs of the future, and
could indicate in lasting lines the meaning of the passing day.
This is the more remarkable because, woman-like, she was always
more interested in persons than in purposes,- in the actors than in
the actions: and while her sympathies were strong for "the people,"
she hardly took count of "the State" in the abstract; the word
rarely occurs in her writings. The establishment of guarantees of
political liberty was what her political friends strove for; and as M.
Sorel points out, this enlightened demand was not quite the same as
the blind demand for civil liberty and its concomitants, which inspired
the passions of the great majority of Frenchmen. It was the latter
cause and not the former that was gained by the Revolution; and
consequently the political interests of Madame de Staël were only a
source of disappointment and suffering to her, complicated as they
were with the political disgrace of her father, his unpopularity, and
the oblivion into which he fell.
After the Revolution broke out, she lived for the most part at
Coppet, her father's Swiss home. An object of bitter enmity first to
the Directory, later to the First Consul, and afterward to Napoleon
when Emperor, she was exiled from Paris from 1792 to 1814. Dur-
ing these years she visited England, Germany, and Italy, studying
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--
the politics of England, the literature of Germany, the art of Italy,
and embodying her thorough researches in one remarkable book after
another. She was one of the first in date, and is still among the first
in ability, of cosmopolitan writers and thinkers. Her appreciation of
the intellectual achievements of other lands than France was stigma-
tized in her own day as a lack of patriotism; and at this moment -
since the German War - Madame de Staël is esteemed the less by
many of her countrymen for what students consider her chief claim
to honor, her recognition of the high rank to be assigned to German
thought and to German men of letters. This is perhaps the best
service her generous mind rendered her country; and it is a true
expression of her character.
When at Coppet she was the brilliant hostess of brilliant guests;
most of them celebrated men, many of them affectionate friends,
many of them admiring strangers. There were often a company of
thirty persons collected in the château; and frequently among them
Benjamin Constant. It was when he was there that Madame de
Staël's genius as a talker- and this was her greatest genius - shone
most vividly and intensely. It is said that no one ever stimulated
her to such marvelous achievements in conversation as he - whom
she speaks of as "gifted with one of the most remarkable minds that
nature ever bestowed on any man. " Nothing, Sainte-Beuve reports
from those who were present, was ever so dazzling and consummate
as the manner in which, hours long, they tossed the shuttlecock of
thought between them, with inimitable ease and grace and gayety.
Even in her books Madame de Staël is rather a great talker than
a great writer; and her writings are only rightly read when read as
eager and prolonged conversations. They are not even monologues:
they demand constantly the co-operation of the reader's responsive
intelligence. Her habits of life are in some measure an explanation
of this: they were fitted to develop a "great style" in a talker, but
not in a writer. Her books were written rapidly: sometimes when
she was at Coppet, she wrote surrounded by her many guests, gayly
meeting all interruptions half-way; when she was traveling, she wrote
"on the road. " Her writings fill seventeen octavo volumes, and the
list of them mounts to some thirty numbers.
Sainte-Beuve in one of his fervent essays on Madame de Staël,
remarking that as the personal remembrances of her die out, her
fame rests only on her works, continues in a passage which may well
be prefixed to selections from her books:
:-
"Her writings only are left to us; and they need to be filled out, to be
explained: their greatest charm and power is when they are considered in
the mass; and it is scarcely possible to detach one page from the others. The
phrases even do not retain their meaning when read separately; they must not
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be displaced. . .
She needs more than other writers to be read with
friendly, intelligent eyes. Let me take, for example, the most celebrated of
her phrases, if it can be called so,— that in which her life is summed up:—'I
have always been the same: full of life and full of sadness; I have loved God,
my father, and Liberty. ' How emotional, how suggestive: but how elliptical!
She has always been the same, 'vive et triste': but she has been many things
besides, and that must be added; she does not say so. 'Dieu et la liberté
is lofty, is the noblest aspiration; but mon père' inserted there between Dieu
and la liberté creates a sort of enigma, or at least is a singularity, and de-
mands explanation. When these words were uttered by her, she was mortally
ill and fading away: at that moment they must have seemed admirable, and
they were so; but only when there is added to them the illumination of her
look, of her expression, of her accent. Her words constantly need that to fill
them out; her pen did not complete them; there lacks almost always to her
written phrase some indescribable accompaniment. This is perhaps an added
reason for the refined reader to delight in it: there is a pleasure in imagi-
natively conceiving the appropriate gesture and accent. Sensitive souls enjoy
such occasions of exercising their sensitiveness. »
CLOSE OF THE INTRODUCTION TO THE TREATISE ON THE
INFLUENCE OF THE PASSIONS >
WHA ORLY
HATEVER may be thought of my plan, it is certain that my
only object has been to combat unhappiness in all its
forms; to study the thoughts, the sentiments, the institu-
tions, that cause suffering to men; to seek what form of reflec-
tion, action, combination, can somewhat diminish the intensity of
the troubles of the soul. The image of misfortune, under what-
ever aspect it presents itself, pursues and overwhelms me. Alas!
I have so fully experienced what it is to suffer, that an in-
expressible emotion, a sad uneasiness, takes possession of me at
the thought of the sorrows of all men, and of every man: the
thought of their inevitable misfortunes, and of the torments of
the imagination; of the reverses of the good man, and even of
the remorse of the guilty; of the wounds of the heart,— the
most grievous of all,-and of the regrets that are felt none the
less because they are felt with shame: in short, of all which is
the source of tears; tears that the ancients preserved in a conse-
crated vase, so august in their eyes was human grief. Ah! it is
not enough to have vowed that in the precincts of one's own
existence, whatever injustice, whatever wrong, we may be the
object of, we will never voluntarily cause a moment's pain, we
will never voluntarily relinquish the possibility of comforting a
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sorrow: the further effort must be made to strive by some ray
of talent, by some power of meditation, to find the touching lan-
guage that gently opens the heart, and to help in discovering the
philosophic height where the weapons that wound cannot reach
us.
FROM THE 'PRELIMINARY DISCOURSE TO THE TREATISE
ON LITERATURE›
AN stands in need of support from the opinions of his fellow-
beings: he dares not rely entirely on the perceptions of
his conscience; he distrusts his own judgment if others do
not agree with him; and such is the weakness of human nature,
such is its dependence on society, that a man might almost repent
of his good qualities as if they were bad qualities, did public
opinion unite in blaming him for them: but he has recourse, in
his uneasiness, to these books, the records of the best and no-
blest sentiments of all ages. If he loves liberty,-if that name
of republic, so full of power in fraternal souls, is connected in his
mind with images of all virtues,- his soul, cast down by con-
temporary events, will be uplifted by the perusal of some of the
'Lives' of Plutarch, a Letter from Brutus to Cicero, the thoughts
of Cato of Utica in the language of Addison, the reflections
with which the hatred of tyranny inspired Tacitus, the emotions
reported or imagined by historians and poets. A lofty character
becomes content with itself if it finds itself in accord with these
noble emotions, with the virtues which Imagination herself selects
when portraying a model for all time. What consolations are
bestowed on us by writers of high talents and lofty souls! The
great men of the primal ages, if they were calumniated during
their lives, had no resource save in themselves; but for us, the
'Phædo' of Socrates, the beautiful masterpieces of eloquence, sus-
tain our souls in times of trial. Philosophers of all countries exhort
us and encourage us; and the penetrating language of the moral
nature, and of intimate knowledge of the human heart, seems to
address itself personally to all those whom it consoles.
How human it is, how useful it is, to attach great importance
to literature to the art of thinking!
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FROM DELPHINE'
LETTER OF DELPHINE TO LÉONCE
WHAT
THAT motive could prevent me from seeing you? Léonce,
no selfish emotions have power over me.
God is my
witness that for no possible advantages would I give up
an hour, à single hour, that I could pass with you without re-
――――
morse.
We are very wretched. O Léonce, do you think I do not
feel it? Everything seemed to unite only a few months ago to
promise us the purest happiness. I was free; my position and
my fortune assured me perfect independence; I had seen you; I
had loved you with my whole soul: and the most fatal stroke-
one that the slightest accident, the merest word, might have
turned aside has separated us forever!
If it is sweet to you, Léonce, when you suffer, to think that
at that moment, whenever it may be, Delphine, your poor friend,
overwhelmed by her sorrows, implores Heaven for power to bear
them, the Heaven which hitherto has always supported her,
and which now she implores in vain,-if this idea, both cruel and
sweet, can comfort you, ah! you may indulge in it at will! But
what have our sorrows to do with our duties? That nobleness
of life we worship in our days of happiness, is it not always the
same? Shall it have less empire over us, because the moment
has come to attain those heights we admired?
Fate has willed that the purest enjoyments of heart and soul
should be denied us. Perhaps, my friend, Providence has
thought us worthy of that which is noblest in the world,— the
sacrifice of love to duty.
•
-
•
What still depends on us is to command our actions: our
happiness is no longer in our power; we must trust that to the
care of Heaven: after many struggles, God will give us at least
calmness, yes, at least calmness.
Let us strive to lead
a life of devotion to others, a life of sacrifices and of duties;
such a life has given almost happiness to virtuous souls.
M. DE SERBELLANE (in conversation)
"One can still make serviceable for the happiness of others
a life that promises ourselves only pain; and this hope will give
you the courage to live. "
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FROM CORINNE›
THE
HE following day, the same company* again assembled at
her house; and to interest her in conversation, Lord Nelvil
turned the talk to Italian literature, and excited her natural
animation by affirming that England possessed a greater num-
ber of true poets than all those of which Italy could boast,- poets
superior in strength and delicacy of feeling.
"In the first place," answered Corinne, "foreigners only know,
for the most part, our poets of the highest rank,- Dante, Pe-
trarch, Ariosto, Guarini, Tasso, and Metastasio; while we have a
number of others, such as Chiabrera, Guidi, Filicaja, Parini, etc. ,
-without counting Sannazaro, Politian, etc. , who have written
admirably in Latin. All these poets, with more or less talent,
know how to bring the marvels of the fine arts, and of nature,
into the pictures created by words. Undoubtedly there is not
in our poets that profound melancholy, that knowledge of the
human heart, that characterizes yours; but does not this kind of
superiority belong rather to philosophical writers than to poets?
The brilliant melodiousness of the Italian language is better
suited to express the splendor of external objects than the moods
of meditation. Our language is more adapted to depict passion
than sadness, because the sentiments of reflection demand more
metaphysical expressions than it possesses. "
"Undoubtedly," answered Lord Nelvil, "you explain as well
as possible both the beauties and the deficiencies of your poet
but when these deficiencies, without the beauties, are perceived
in prose, how will you defend them? What is only vagueness in
poetry becomes emptiness in prose; and this crowd of common-
place ideas that your poets know how to embellish by the melo-
dious and the imaginative qualities of their language, reappears
unveiled in prose with wearisome vividness. The greater part
of your prose writers, to-day, use a language so declamatory, so
diffuse, so abounding in superlatives, that one would say they all
wrote by command with every-day phrases, and for an artificial
intelligence: they seem not to suspect that to write is to express
one's personal character and one's own thought. "
*The principal personages were Lord Nelvil and Mr. Edgermond, English-
men; the Count d'Erfeuil, a Frenchman; and the Prince, Castel-Forte, an
Italian. Corinne was an Italian.
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"You forget," Corinne eagerly interrupted, "first Machiavelli
and Boccaccio; then Gravina, Filangieri; and in our own day,
Cesarotti, Verri, Bettinelli, and so many others who know how
to write and to think. But I agree with you that during these
last centuries, unfortunate circumstances having deprived Italy of
her independence, her people have lost all interest in truth, and
often even the possibility of uttering it. From this has resulted
the habit of taking pleasure in words, without daring to approach
ideas.
When prose writers have no sort of influence on
the happiness of a nation, when men write only to become con-
spicuous, when the means is substituted for the end,-a thousand
steps are taken, but nothing is attained. . . Besides, southern
nations are constrained by prose, and depict their true feelings
only in verse. It is not the same with French literature," she
added, addressing Count d'Erfeuil: "your prose writers are often
more poetic than your poets. "
"It is true," replied Count d'Erfeuil, "that we have in this
style true classical authorities: Bossuet, La Bruyère, Montes-
quieu, Buffon, cannot be surpassed.
These perfect models
should be imitated as far as possible by foreigners as well as by
ourselves. "
"It is difficult for me to believe," answered Corinne, "that it
would be desirable for the whole world to lose all national color,
all originality of heart and mind; and I venture to say that even
in your country, Count d'Erfeuil, this literary orthodoxy, if I may
so call it, which is opposed to all happy innovation, would in the
long run render your literature very sterile. ”
"Would you desire, fair lady," answered the count, "that
we should admit among us the barbarisms of the Germans, the
'Night Thoughts' of the English Young, the concetti of the Ital-
ians and the Spaniards? What would become of the truthfulness,
the elegance, of the French style, after such a mixture ? »
Prince Castel-Forte, who had not yet spoken, said: "It seems
to me we all have need of each other: the literature of each coun-
try opens, to one familiar with it, a new sphere of ideas. The
Emperor Charles V. said that a man who knows four languages
is four men. If this great political genius so judged in regard to
affairs, how much truer it is as regards letters! All foreigners
know French, and so their point of view is more extensive than
that of Frenchmen who do not know foreign languages. "
"You will at least acknowledge," answered the count, "that
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one. Our theatrical works are certainly the first in Europe; for
I do not think that even the English themselves would dream of
opposing Shakespeare to us. "
"I beg your pardon," interrupted Mr. Edgermond: "they do
imagine that. "
"Then I have nothing to say," continued Count d'Erfeuil
with a smile of gracious disdain. "Every man may think what he
will: but still I persist in believing that it may be affirmed with-
out presumption that we are the first in the dramatic art; and as
to the Italians, if I may be allowed to speak frankly, they do not
even suspect that there is such a thing as dramatic art. The
music of a play is everything with them, and what is spoken, noth-
ing. If the second act of a play has better music than the first,
they begin with the second act; if they like two first acts of two
different pieces, they play these two acts the same day, and put
between the two one act of a prose comedy.
The Ital-
ians are accustomed to consider the theatre as a great drawing-
room, where people listen only to the songs and the ballet. I say
rightly, where they listen to the ballet, for it is only when that
begins that there is silence in the theatre; and this ballet is a
masterpiece of bad taste. "
"All you say is true," answered Prince Castel-Forte gently:
"but you have spoken only of music and dancing; and in no
country are those considered dramatic art. "
"It is much worse," interrupted Count d'Erfeuil, "when tra-
gedies are represented: more horrors are brought together in five
acts than the imagination could conceive.
The tragedians
are perfectly in harmony with the coldness and extravagance of
the plays. They all perform these terrible deeds with the great-
est calmness. When an actor becomes excited, they say that he
appears like a preacher; for in truth there is much more anima-
tion in the pulpit than on the stage.
There is no better
comedy than tragedy in Italy.
The only comic style that
really belongs to Italy is the harlequinades: a valet, who is a
rascal, a glutton, and a coward, and an old guardian who is
a dupe, a miser, and in love,- that's the whole subject of these
plays.
You will agree that 'Tartuffe' and 'The Misan-
thrope' imply a little more genius. "
This attack from Count d'Erfeuil greatly displeased the Ital-
ians who were listening to it, but yet they laughed; and Count
d'Erfeuil in conversation liked better to display wit than court-
esy. .
Prince Castei-Forte, and other Italians who were
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there, were impatient to refute Count d'Erfeuil, but they thought
their cause better defended by Corinne than by any one else; and
as the pleasure of shining in conversation scarcely tempted them,
they begged Corinne to make reply, and contented themselves
with only citing the well-known names of Maffei, Metastasio,
Goldoni, Alfieri, Monti.
Corinne at once agreed that the Italians had no great body
of dramatic works; but she was ready to prove that circumstances
and not lack of talent were the cause of this. The play-writing
which is based on the observation of society, can exist only in a
country where the writer lives habitually in the centre of a pop-
ulous and brilliant world: in Italy there are only violent passions
or lazy enjoyments.
But the play-writing that is based
on the unreal, that springs from the imagination, and adapts
itself to all times as to all countries, was born in Italy.
The observation of the human heart is an inexhaustible source
for literature; but the nations who are more inclined to poetry
than to reflection give themselves up rather to the intoxication
of joy than to philosophic irony. There is something, at bottom,
sad in the humor that is based on knowledge of men: true gayety
is the gayety of the imagination only. . It is not that Italians do
not ably study men with whom they have to deal; and they dis-
cover more delicately than any others the most secret thoughts:
but it is as a method of action that they have this talent, and
they are not in the habit of making a literary use of it.
One can see in Machiavelli what terrible knowledge of the human
heart the Italians are capable of: but from such depths comedy
does not spring; and the leisureliness of society, properly so called,
can alone teach how to depict men on the comic stage.
The true character of Italian gayety is not derision, it is
fancy; it is not the painting of manners, but poetic extrava-
gances. It is Ariosto and not Molière who has the power to
amuse Italy.
But to know with certainty what comedy
and tragedy might attain to in Italy, there is need that there
should be somewhere a theatre and actors. The multitude of
little cities who all choose to have a theatre, waste by dispersing
them the few resources that could be collected.
·
.
These different ideas and many others were brilliantly devel-
oped by Corinne. She understood extremely well the rapid art
of light talk, which insists on nothing; and the business of pleas-
ing, which brings forward each talker in turn.
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Mr. Edgermond had so eager a desire to know what she
thought about tragedy, that he ventured to speak to her on this
subject. "Madam," he said, "what seems to me especially lack-
ing in Italian literature are tragedies: it seems to me there is less
difference between children and men than between your tragedies
and ours.
Is not this true, Lord Nelvil? »
"I think entirely with you," answered Oswald.
who is famed as the poet of love, gives to this passion, in what-
ever country, in whatever situation he represents it, precisely the
same color.
It is impossible for us who possess Shake-
"Metastasio,
•
-
speare — the poet who has most deeply sounded the history and
the passions of man - to endure the two couples of lovers who
divide between them almost all the plays of Metastasio.
With profound respect for the character of Alfieri, I shall permit
myself to make some criticisms on his plays. Their aim is so
noble, the sentiments that the author expresses are so in accord
with his personal conduct, that his tragedies must always be
praised as actions, even when criticized in some respects as liter-
ary works. But it seems to me that some of his tragedies have as
much monotony of strength as Metastasio has monotony of sweet-
ness.
>>>
"My lord," said Corinne, "I am of your opinion almost en-
tirely; but I would offer some exceptions to your observations.
It is true that Metastasio is more a lyrical than a dramatic poet.
By force of writing amorous verses, there has been cre-
ated among us a conventional language in this direction; and it
is not what the poet has felt, but what he has read, that serves
for his inspiration.
In general, our literature but little
expresses our character and our modes of life.
•
"Alfieri, by a singular chance, was, so to speak, transplanted
from antiquity into modern days: he was born to act, and he
was able only to write.
He desired to accomplish through
literature a political purpose: this purpose was undoubtedly the
noblest of all; but no matter: nothing so distorts works of imagi-
nation as to have a purpose.
Although the French mind
and that of Alfieri have not the least analogy, they are alike in
this, that both carry their own contours into all the subjects of
which they treat. ”
Count d'Erfeuil, hearing the French mind spoken of, entered
again into the conversation. "It would be impossible for us," he
said, "to endure on the stage the inconsequences of the Greeks,
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or the monstrosities of Shakespeare: the taste of the French is
too pure for that.
It would be to plunge us into bar-
barism, to wish to introduce anything foreign among us. "
"You would do well, then," said Corinne, smiling, "to surround
yourselves with the great wall of China. There are assuredly
rare beauties in your tragic authors; perhaps new ones would
develop among them if you sometimes permitted to be shown
you on the stage something not French,
the 'Merope'
of Maffei, the 'Saul' of Alfieri, the 'Aristodemo' of Monti, and
above all else, the poem of Dante - though he composed no
tragedy, it seems to me, capable of giving the idea of what
dramatic art in Italy might be. "
"When Dante lived," said Oswald, "the Italians played a great
political part in Europe and at home. Perhaps it is impossible.
for you now to have national tragedies. That such works should
be produced, it is needful that great circumstances should develop
in life the sentiments expressed on the stage. "
"It is unfortunately possible that you are right, my lord,"
answered Corinne; "nevertheless I always hope much for us from
the natural intellectual vigor in Italy:
but what is
especially lacking to us for tragedy are the actors;
. yet
there is no language in which a great actor could show as much
talent as in ours.
"
"If you would convince us of what you say," interrupted
Prince Castel-Forte, "you must prove it to us:
give us
the inexpressible pleasure of seeing you play tragedy. "
"Well," she replied, "we will accomplish, if you desire it, the
project I have had for a long time, of playing the translation I
have made of Romeo and Juliet. '»
"The Romeo and Juliet' of Shakespeare! " cried Mr. Edger-
mond: "you love Shakespeare! "
"As a friend," she answered; "for he knows all the secrets of
grief. "
"And you will play it in Italian? " he exclaimed: "ah! how
fortunate we shall be to assist at such a spectacle! "
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FROM ON GERMANY'
―――
GⓇ
OETHE might represent the whole body of German literature:
not but that there are in it other writers superior to him
in some respects, but in himself alone he unites all that
distinguishes the German genius; and no one is as remarkable as
he for the kind of imagination which the Italians, the English,
and the French do not at all possess.
GOETHE
When one succeeds in making Goethe talk he is admirable:
his eloquence is rich with thought; his gayety is full of grace
and of wisdom; his imagination is excited by external objects as
was that of ancient artists; and none the less his reason has only
too completely the full development of our own times. Nothing
disturbs the strength of his brain; and the irregularities of his
very nature-his ill-humor, his embarrassment, his constraint—
pass like clouds beneath the summit of the mountain to which
his genius has attained.
Goethe has no longer that contagious ardor which was the in-
spiration of 'Werther'; but the warmth of his thought still suffices
to vivify his writings. One feels that he is no longer touched by
life, that he paints it from a distance: he attaches more value
now to the pictures he presents to us than to the emotions he
himself experiences; time has made of him only a spectator.
When he still played an active part in scenes of passion,— when
his own heart suffered,- his writings produced a more vivid im-
pression.
As one always believes in the ideal of one's own abilities,
Goethe maintains at present that the author should be calm even
when he composes a passionate work, and that the artist must
preserve his composure if he would act most strongly on the im-
agination of his readers. Perhaps he would not have held this
opinion in his early youth; perhaps then he was possessed by his
genius instead of being the master of it; perhaps he felt then
that since what is sublime and what is divine exist but moment-
arily in the heart of man, the poet is inferior to the inspiration
that animates him, and that he cannot criticize it without de-
stroying it.
In first seeing him, one is astonished in finding something of
coldness and of stiffness in the author of 'Werther'; but when he
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has graciously become at ease, the play of his imagination com-
pletely does away with the previous constraint. The intelligence
of this man is universal, and impartial because it is universal:
for there is no indifference in his impartiality. He is a double
existence, a double power, a double light, which illuminates both
sides of a subject simultaneously. When thinking, nothing bars
his way,— neither his times, nor his forms of life, nor his per-
sonal relations: his eagle's-glance falls straight on the objects he
observes. Had he had a political career, had his soul been devel-
oped by action, his character would be more decided, more firm,
more patriotic; but his mind would not so freely float through
the air over different points of view: passions or interests would
have traced for him a definite path.
Goethe takes pleasure, in his writings and in conversation also,
in breaking threads he has himself spun, in deriding emotions
he has excited, in casting down statues of which he has pointed
out the beauties.
Were he not estimable, fear would be
inspired by this lofty superiority, which degrades and then exalts,
is now tender and now ironical, which alternately affirms and
doubts, and all with equal success.
NAPOLEON
From 'Considerations on the French Revolution>
G
ENERAL BONAPARTE made himself as conspicuous by his char-
acter and his intellect as by his victories; and the imagi-
nation of the French began to be touched by him [1797].
His proclamations to the Cisalpine and Ligurian republics were
talked of.
A tone of moderation and of dignity pervaded
his style, which contrasted with the revolutionary harshness of
the civil rulers of France. The warrior spoke in those days
like a lawgiver, while the lawgivers expressed themselves with
soldier-like violence. General Bonaparte had not executed in his
army the decrees against the émigrés. It was said that he loved
his wife, whose character is full of sweetness; it was asserted that
he felt the beauties of Ossian; it was a pleasure to attribute to
him all the generous qualities that form a noble background for
extraordinary abilities.
Such at least was my own mood when I saw him for the first
time in Paris. I could find no words with which to reply to
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him when he came to me to tell me that he had tried to visit
my father at Coppet, and that he was sorry to have passed
through Switzerland without seeing him. But when I had some-
what recovered from the agitation of admiration, it was fol-
lowed by a feeling of very marked fear. Bonaparte then had no
power: he was thought even to be more or less in danger from
the vague suspiciousness of the Directory; so that the fear he
inspired was caused only by the singular effect of his personality
upon almost every one who had intercourse with him. I had
seen men worthy of high respect; I had also seen ferocious men:
there was nothing in the impression Bonaparte produced upon me
which could remind me of men of either type. I soon perceived,
on the different occasions when I met him during his stay in
Paris, that his character could not be defined by the words we
are accustomed to make use of: he was neither kindly nor vio-
lent, neither gentle nor cruel, after the fashion of other men.
Such a being, so unlike others, could neither excite nor feel sym-
pathy: he was more or less than man. His bearing, his mind,
his language, have the marks of a foreigner's nature,- an advan-
tage the more in subjugating Frenchmen.
Far from being reassured by seeing Bonaparte often, he
always intimidated me more and more. I felt vaguely that no
emotional feeling could influence him. He regards a human
creature as a fact or a thing, but not as an existence like his
own. He feels no more hate than love. For him there is no
one but himself: all other creatures are mere ciphers. The force
of his will consists in the imperturbable calculations of his ego-
tism: he is an able chess-player whose opponent is all human-
kind, whom he intends to checkmate. His success is due as
much to the qualities he lacks as to the talents he possesses.
Neither pity, nor sympathy, nor religion, nor attachment to any
idea whatsoever, would have power to turn him from his path.
He has the same devotion to his own interests that a good man
has to virtue: if the object were noble, his persistency would
be admirable.
Every time that I heard him talk, I was struck by his superi-
ority; it was of a kind, however, that had no relation to that of
men instructed and cultivated by study, or by society, such as
England and France possess examples of. But his conversation
indicated that quick perception of circumstances the hunter has
in pursuing his prey. Sometimes he related the political and
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military events of his life in a very interesting manner; he had
even, in narratives that admitted gayety, a touch of Italian imagi-
nation. Nothing, however, could conquer my invincible aliena-
tion from what I perceived in him. I saw in his soul a cold and
cutting sword, which froze while wounding; I saw in his mind a
profound irony, from which nothing fine or noble could escape,
not even his own glory: for he despised the nation whose suf-
frages he desired; and no spark of enthusiasm mingled with his
craving to astonish the human race.
His face, thin and pale at that time, was very agreeable: since
then he has gained flesh,-which does not become him; for one
needs to believe such a man to be tormented by his own charac-
ter, at all to tolerate the sufferings this character causes others.
As his stature is short, and yet his waist very long, he appeared
to much greater advantage on horseback than on foot; in all
ways it is war, and war only, he is fitted for. His manner in
society is constrained without being timid; it is disdainful when
he is on his guard, and vulgar when he is at ease; his air of
disdain suits him best, and so he is not sparing in the use of it.
He took pleasure already in the art of embarrassing
people by saying disagreeable things: an art which he has since
made a system of, as of all other methods of subjugating men by
degrading them.
NECKER
From Considerations on the French Revolution'
I'
T is now twelve years since death separated me from my father,
and every day my admiration for him has increased: the
remembrance that I preserve of his mind and of his virtues
serves me as a point of comparison to appreciate the worth
of other men; and although I have traveled through the whole.
of Europe, no genius of such quality, no moral nature of such
strength, has been made known to me. M. Necker might be
weak from kindness, uncertain because of reflection: but when
he believed duty to be involved in a determination, it seemed to
him he heard the voice of God; and he listened only to that,
whatever efforts might be made to affect him. I have more
confidence to-day in the lightest of his words than I should have
in any living person however admirable; all M. Necker has said
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to me is fixed as a rock in me. All that I have gained by my-
self may disappear; the identity of my being is in the attachment
that I retain to his memory. I have loved those whom I love
no more; I have esteemed those whom I esteem no more; the
flood of life has swept all in its current, save this great figure,
which I see on the mountain-top pointing me the life to come.
I owe
no true gratitude on this earth but to God and my
father: all my days had been days of struggle had not his ben-
ediction rested on them. But how much he suffered! The most
brilliant prosperity had marked the first half of his life: he had
become rich; he had been made first minister of France; the
boundless attachment of the French nation had rewarded him
for his devotion to it; during the seven years of his first retire-
ment, his works had been placed in the first rank of those of
statesmen: and perhaps he was the only man who had shown
himself skilled in the art of administering a great country with-
out ever departing from the most scrupulous morality, and even
from the purest delicacy. As a religious writer he never ceased
to be philosophical; as a philosophic writer he never ceased to
be religious: eloquence never carried him beyond reason, and
reason never deprived him of a single true impulse of eloquence.
To these great advantages was united the most flattering success
in society.
Alas! who could have foreseen that so much admiration would
be followed by so much injustice; that he who had loved France
with almost too great a predilection would be reproached with
having the sentiments of a foreigner; that by one party he
would be called the author of the Revolution because he respected
the rights of the nation, and that the leaders of this nation would
accuse him of having desired to sacrifice it to the support of the
monarchy? Thus, in other times, I please myself with thinking
the Chancelier de l'Hospital was threatened by the Catholics
and Protestants alternately; that Sully would have been seen to
succumb under party hatreds, had not the firmness of his master
sustained him. But neither of these two statesmen had that im-
agination of the heart which makes a man open to all kinds of
suffering. M. Necker was calm before God, calm in the presence
of death; because conscience alone speaks at that moment. But
when the interests of this world still occupied him, there was not
a reproach that did not wound him, not an enemy whose malevo-
lence did not reach him, not a day in which he did not twenty
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times question himself: sometimes blaming himself for ills that
he had not been able to prevent; sometimes going back behind
events, and weighing anew the different determinations he might
have made. The purest enjoyments of life were poisoned for
him by the unheard-of persecutions of party spirit. This party
spirit showed itself even in the manner in which émigrés in
the time of their need addressed themselves to him to ask help.
Many of them writing to him for this purpose, excused them-
selves for not going to see him, on the plea that the most import-
ant personages of their party had forbidden their doing so; they
judged truly at least of the generosity of M. Necker, when they
believed that this submission to the violence of their leaders
would not deter him from being of use to them.
After years so full of grief, so full of virtue, the power of
loving seemed to increase in my father at the age when it dimin-
ishes in other men; and everything about him declared, when
life ended, his return to heaven.
PERSECUTIONS BY NAPOLEON
From Ten Years of Exile
I
N THE month of March, 1811, a new Prefect [of Geneva] ar-
rived from Paris. He was a man peculiarly adapted to the
conditions of the time; that is to say, possessing a great knowl-
edge of facts, and no principles with regard to rule, . . and
placing his conscience in devotion to power. The first time that
I saw him he said to me immediately that a talent like mine was
made to celebrate the Emperor,- that he was a subject worthy
of the kind of enthusiasm that I had shown in 'Corinne. ' I
answered him, that persecuted as I had been by the Emperor,
any praise on my part addressed to him would have the air of
a petition; and that I was persuaded that the Emperor himself
would find my eulogiums absurd in such conditions. He opposed
this opinion vehemently; he came again several times to see me,
to beg me (for the sake of my interests, he said) to write some-
thing for the Emperor. Were it not more than four pages, that
would suffice, he assured me, to put an end to all my troubles.
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And what he said to me he repeated to all my acquaintances. At
last one day he came proposing that I should sing the birth of
the King of Rome. I answered him, with laughter, that I had
no thought to express on this subject beyond my wishes that his
nurse might be a good one. This jest put an end to the prefect's
negotiations with me, as to the necessity that I should write
something in favor of the government.
A short time after, the physicians ordered my youngest son
the baths of Aix in Savoy, twenty miles from Coppet.
Scarcely had I been there ten days, when a courier from the
prefect of Geneva brought me orders to return home. The pre-
fect of Mont Blanc where I was [i. e. , in whose prefecture she
was], also was afraid, he said, that I might set off from Aix to
go to England, to write against the Emperor; and although
London was not very near Aix in Savoy, he sent his gendarmes
over the road to forbid my being provided with post-horses. I
am ready to laugh now at all this prefectorial activity directed.
against such an insignificant object as myself; but then I was
ready to die at the sight of a gendarme. I was always fear-
ing that from so rigorous an exile the next step might easily
be a prison, more terrible to me than death. I knew that once
arrested, once this scandal dared, the Emperor would permit
no word to be spoken for me, had any one had the courage to
attempt it, a courage scarcely probable in his court, where ter-
ror reigns every moment of the day, and about every detail of
life.
--
I returned to Geneva; and the prefect informed me that not
only he forbade me to go under any pretext into the countries
adjoining France, but that he advised me not to travel in Switz-
erland, and never to venture more than two leagues in any direc-
tion from Coppet. I observed to him that having my domicile
in Switzerland, I did not well understand by what right a French
authority could forbid my traveling in a foreign country. He
thought me, undoubtedly, rather a simpleton to discuss in those
days a question of right; and he repeated his advice, which was
singularly akin to an order. I held to my remonstrance; but
the next day I learned that one of the most distinguished men
of letters of Germany, M. Schlegel, who for eight years had
been good enough to take charge of the education of my sons,
had just received the order not only to leave Geneva, but also
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Coppet.
I was desirous to represent once more that in Switzer-
land the prefect of Geneva could give no orders [Geneva was then
under French rule]: but I was told that if I liked better that
this order should come from the French ambassador, I could so
have it: that this ambassador would address himself to the land-
amman, and the landamman to the canton de Vaud, and the
authorities of the canton would turn M. Schlegel out of my
house. By forcing despotism to take this roundabout way, I should
have gained ten days; but nothing more. I asked to know
why I was deprived of the society of M. Schlegel, my friend,
and that of my children. The prefect-who was accustomed, like
most of the Emperor's agents, to connect very gentle phrases
with very harsh acts-told me that it was from consideration for
me that the government removed from my house M. Schlegel,
who made me unpatriotic. Truly touched by this paternal care
on the part of the government, I inquired what M. Schlegel had
done inimical to France: the prefect spoke of his literary opin-
ions, and among other things, of a brochure by him, in which,
comparing the 'Phædra' of Euripides to that of Racine, he gave
the preference to the former. It showed much delicate feeling.
in a monarch of Corsican birth, to take sides in this manner
about the finer details of French literature. But the truth was,
M. Schlegel was exiled because he was my friend, because his
conversation animated my solitude; the system was beginning to
be worked that was to manifest itself more clearly, of making
for me a prison of my soul, by depriving me of all the enjoy-
ments of society and of friendship.
ROME ANCIENT AND MODERN
From Corinne'
ONE
NE of the most singular churches in Rome is St. Paul's: its
exterior is that of an ill-built barn; yet it is bedecked
within by eighty pillars of such exquisite material and
proportion that they are believed to have been transported from
an Athenian temple described by Pausanias. If Cicero said in
his day, "We are surrounded by vestiges of history," what would
he say now? Columns, statues, and pictures are so prodigally
crowded in the churches of modern Rome, that in St. Agnes's,
bas-reliefs turned face downward serve to pave a staircase; no
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one troubling himself to ascertain what they might represent.
How astonishing a spectacle was ancient Rome, had its treasures
been left where they were found! The immortal city would be
still before us nearly as it was of yore; but could the men of
our day dare to enter it? The palaces of the Roman lords are
vast in the extreme, and often display much architectural grace;
but their interiors are rarely arranged in good taste. They have
none of those elegant apartments invented elsewhere for the per-
fect enjoyment of social life. Superb galleries, hung with the
chefs-d'œuvre of the tenth Leo's age, are abandoned to the gaze
of strangers by their lazy proprietors, who retire to their own.
obscure little chambers, dead to the pomp of their ancestors, as
were they to the austere virtues of the Roman republic. The
country-houses give one a still greater idea of solitude, and of
their owners' carelessness amid the loveliest scenes of nature.
One walks immense gardens, doubting if they have a master;
the grass grows in every path, yet in these very alleys are the
trees cut into shapes, after the fantastic mode that once reigned
in France. Strange inconsistency- this neglect of essentials and
affectation in what is useless! Most Italian towns, indeed, sur-
prise us with this mania, in a people who have constantly beneath
their eyes such models of noble simplicity. They prefer glitter
to convenience; and in every way betray the advantages and dis-
advantages of not habitually mixing with society. Their luxury
is rather that of fancy than of comfort. Isolated among them-
selves, they dread not that spirit of ridicule, which in truth sel-
dom penetrates the interior of Roman abodes. Contrasting this
with what they appear from without, one might say that they
were rather built to dazzle the peasantry than for the reception
of friends.
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and colored by their religious opinions. He is now remote from us,
he is read as "a classic": she comes close to us, and inspires us with
friendly emotions.
To be in advance of one's age, if one is a genius, is to tread a
sure path to immortality; but if, like Madame de Staël, one is only
the possessor of intellectual ability, it is the straight road to for-
getfulness. Those who come after us take little interest in hearing
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their own ideas expressed less effectively than they themselves are
expressing them; and so it happens that the world of letters now
takes too little account of Madame de Staël, while her own times
were incompetent to judge her. We do not value her enough: they
did not value her rightly. The false and brilliant light thrown
upon her by the enmity of Napoleon, obscured rather than revealed
what was really interesting and noble in her; while the assumption
that because there was a masculine scope and strength in her intelli-
gence she had a masculine nature, has completely confused her image.
She was not precisely feminine, but she was essentially a woman; and
her most admirable powers, her highest successes, her real importance
to the world, lie in the fact that her thoughts passed from her brain
through a woman's heart. It must be confessed it did not always
make them wiser thoughts; but it invested them with a sincerity and
an ardor that give the force of fine passion to studies in politics and
in literature. For these studies in politics and in literature are at
bottom studies in sociology,- that science whose name was unknown,
while its foundations were being laid by the promoters, the victims,
the critics of the French Revolution; the science whose students are
lovers of humanity.
This noble title is one to which Madame de Staël has full right.
She is a leader in the great army of those who love, who honor, and
who desire to serve their kind: one of those leaders who disseminate
their principles and communicate their emotions, but who give no
positive counsels; who show their quality chiefly by their love of
liberty and their love of light. Wherever she saw the traces of lib-
erty or the track of light, she followed fearlessly. And therefore it
is, that as one of the last and one of the ablest of her critics-M. Al-
bert Sorel- has remarked (in the excellent study of her published
in the series of 'Les Grands Écrivains Français), few writers have
exercised in so many different directions, so prolonged an influence.
She had during her life, and she continues to have after her death,
an immense power of inspiring other souls with lofty aspirations and
high thoughts.
It is chiefly the qualities of her character that make her writings
now worth reading. Her character illuminates the whole mass. Many
of her pages would be dull and empty to the reader of to-day, if
it were not that every sentence-involuntarily but unrestrainedly —
reveals the writer. She recognized this herself, and said: "When
one writes for the satisfaction of the inward inspiration that takes
possession of the soul, the writings make known, even without intend-
ing it, the writer's mental conditions, of every kind and degree. ”
Between the lines of her own writings her whole life may be read;
not her life of thought only, but her life of action.
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This life of action, of incessant humane action on others, and with
and for others, was of too complicated a character, and involved too
many relations, to be narrated here save in the most general terms.
The supreme affections of her life were, from birth to death, for her
father, and during twenty years for her lover, Benjamin Constant.
These two passions colored her whole existence: her ardent love and
admiration for her father supplied unfailing nutriment to her heart,
and her enthusiasm for Benjamin Constant (of which he was little
worthy) stimulated her intellect to its most brilliant achievements.
Too much stress can hardly be laid on the ennobling effects on her
character of her father's influence. He can scarcely be called a great
man; but she fervently adored him with the deepest gratitude all hi
life, and after his death, in a singularly delightful intimacy of rela-
tion.
As her father's daughter, and from her own noble powers, she be-
came one of the most conspicuous figures in the party of the consti-
tutional reformers, and was more or less drawn into political affairs.
But she never threw herself into the current; she never left her
salon, whatever was going on outside; and when the earthquake of
the Revolution came and her four walls fell, she could find no refuge
in any party lines. She was from first to last a witness of political
events rather than an actor in them; a witness of most exceptional
quality, who could distinguish in the confused and troubled present
the old instincts of the past and the new beliefs of the future, and
could indicate in lasting lines the meaning of the passing day.
This is the more remarkable because, woman-like, she was always
more interested in persons than in purposes,- in the actors than in
the actions: and while her sympathies were strong for "the people,"
she hardly took count of "the State" in the abstract; the word
rarely occurs in her writings. The establishment of guarantees of
political liberty was what her political friends strove for; and as M.
Sorel points out, this enlightened demand was not quite the same as
the blind demand for civil liberty and its concomitants, which inspired
the passions of the great majority of Frenchmen. It was the latter
cause and not the former that was gained by the Revolution; and
consequently the political interests of Madame de Staël were only a
source of disappointment and suffering to her, complicated as they
were with the political disgrace of her father, his unpopularity, and
the oblivion into which he fell.
After the Revolution broke out, she lived for the most part at
Coppet, her father's Swiss home. An object of bitter enmity first to
the Directory, later to the First Consul, and afterward to Napoleon
when Emperor, she was exiled from Paris from 1792 to 1814. Dur-
ing these years she visited England, Germany, and Italy, studying
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the politics of England, the literature of Germany, the art of Italy,
and embodying her thorough researches in one remarkable book after
another. She was one of the first in date, and is still among the first
in ability, of cosmopolitan writers and thinkers. Her appreciation of
the intellectual achievements of other lands than France was stigma-
tized in her own day as a lack of patriotism; and at this moment -
since the German War - Madame de Staël is esteemed the less by
many of her countrymen for what students consider her chief claim
to honor, her recognition of the high rank to be assigned to German
thought and to German men of letters. This is perhaps the best
service her generous mind rendered her country; and it is a true
expression of her character.
When at Coppet she was the brilliant hostess of brilliant guests;
most of them celebrated men, many of them affectionate friends,
many of them admiring strangers. There were often a company of
thirty persons collected in the château; and frequently among them
Benjamin Constant. It was when he was there that Madame de
Staël's genius as a talker- and this was her greatest genius - shone
most vividly and intensely. It is said that no one ever stimulated
her to such marvelous achievements in conversation as he - whom
she speaks of as "gifted with one of the most remarkable minds that
nature ever bestowed on any man. " Nothing, Sainte-Beuve reports
from those who were present, was ever so dazzling and consummate
as the manner in which, hours long, they tossed the shuttlecock of
thought between them, with inimitable ease and grace and gayety.
Even in her books Madame de Staël is rather a great talker than
a great writer; and her writings are only rightly read when read as
eager and prolonged conversations. They are not even monologues:
they demand constantly the co-operation of the reader's responsive
intelligence. Her habits of life are in some measure an explanation
of this: they were fitted to develop a "great style" in a talker, but
not in a writer. Her books were written rapidly: sometimes when
she was at Coppet, she wrote surrounded by her many guests, gayly
meeting all interruptions half-way; when she was traveling, she wrote
"on the road. " Her writings fill seventeen octavo volumes, and the
list of them mounts to some thirty numbers.
Sainte-Beuve in one of his fervent essays on Madame de Staël,
remarking that as the personal remembrances of her die out, her
fame rests only on her works, continues in a passage which may well
be prefixed to selections from her books:
:-
"Her writings only are left to us; and they need to be filled out, to be
explained: their greatest charm and power is when they are considered in
the mass; and it is scarcely possible to detach one page from the others. The
phrases even do not retain their meaning when read separately; they must not
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be displaced. . .
She needs more than other writers to be read with
friendly, intelligent eyes. Let me take, for example, the most celebrated of
her phrases, if it can be called so,— that in which her life is summed up:—'I
have always been the same: full of life and full of sadness; I have loved God,
my father, and Liberty. ' How emotional, how suggestive: but how elliptical!
She has always been the same, 'vive et triste': but she has been many things
besides, and that must be added; she does not say so. 'Dieu et la liberté
is lofty, is the noblest aspiration; but mon père' inserted there between Dieu
and la liberté creates a sort of enigma, or at least is a singularity, and de-
mands explanation. When these words were uttered by her, she was mortally
ill and fading away: at that moment they must have seemed admirable, and
they were so; but only when there is added to them the illumination of her
look, of her expression, of her accent. Her words constantly need that to fill
them out; her pen did not complete them; there lacks almost always to her
written phrase some indescribable accompaniment. This is perhaps an added
reason for the refined reader to delight in it: there is a pleasure in imagi-
natively conceiving the appropriate gesture and accent. Sensitive souls enjoy
such occasions of exercising their sensitiveness. »
CLOSE OF THE INTRODUCTION TO THE TREATISE ON THE
INFLUENCE OF THE PASSIONS >
WHA ORLY
HATEVER may be thought of my plan, it is certain that my
only object has been to combat unhappiness in all its
forms; to study the thoughts, the sentiments, the institu-
tions, that cause suffering to men; to seek what form of reflec-
tion, action, combination, can somewhat diminish the intensity of
the troubles of the soul. The image of misfortune, under what-
ever aspect it presents itself, pursues and overwhelms me. Alas!
I have so fully experienced what it is to suffer, that an in-
expressible emotion, a sad uneasiness, takes possession of me at
the thought of the sorrows of all men, and of every man: the
thought of their inevitable misfortunes, and of the torments of
the imagination; of the reverses of the good man, and even of
the remorse of the guilty; of the wounds of the heart,— the
most grievous of all,-and of the regrets that are felt none the
less because they are felt with shame: in short, of all which is
the source of tears; tears that the ancients preserved in a conse-
crated vase, so august in their eyes was human grief. Ah! it is
not enough to have vowed that in the precincts of one's own
existence, whatever injustice, whatever wrong, we may be the
object of, we will never voluntarily cause a moment's pain, we
will never voluntarily relinquish the possibility of comforting a
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sorrow: the further effort must be made to strive by some ray
of talent, by some power of meditation, to find the touching lan-
guage that gently opens the heart, and to help in discovering the
philosophic height where the weapons that wound cannot reach
us.
FROM THE 'PRELIMINARY DISCOURSE TO THE TREATISE
ON LITERATURE›
AN stands in need of support from the opinions of his fellow-
beings: he dares not rely entirely on the perceptions of
his conscience; he distrusts his own judgment if others do
not agree with him; and such is the weakness of human nature,
such is its dependence on society, that a man might almost repent
of his good qualities as if they were bad qualities, did public
opinion unite in blaming him for them: but he has recourse, in
his uneasiness, to these books, the records of the best and no-
blest sentiments of all ages. If he loves liberty,-if that name
of republic, so full of power in fraternal souls, is connected in his
mind with images of all virtues,- his soul, cast down by con-
temporary events, will be uplifted by the perusal of some of the
'Lives' of Plutarch, a Letter from Brutus to Cicero, the thoughts
of Cato of Utica in the language of Addison, the reflections
with which the hatred of tyranny inspired Tacitus, the emotions
reported or imagined by historians and poets. A lofty character
becomes content with itself if it finds itself in accord with these
noble emotions, with the virtues which Imagination herself selects
when portraying a model for all time. What consolations are
bestowed on us by writers of high talents and lofty souls! The
great men of the primal ages, if they were calumniated during
their lives, had no resource save in themselves; but for us, the
'Phædo' of Socrates, the beautiful masterpieces of eloquence, sus-
tain our souls in times of trial. Philosophers of all countries exhort
us and encourage us; and the penetrating language of the moral
nature, and of intimate knowledge of the human heart, seems to
address itself personally to all those whom it consoles.
How human it is, how useful it is, to attach great importance
to literature to the art of thinking!
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FROM DELPHINE'
LETTER OF DELPHINE TO LÉONCE
WHAT
THAT motive could prevent me from seeing you? Léonce,
no selfish emotions have power over me.
God is my
witness that for no possible advantages would I give up
an hour, à single hour, that I could pass with you without re-
――――
morse.
We are very wretched. O Léonce, do you think I do not
feel it? Everything seemed to unite only a few months ago to
promise us the purest happiness. I was free; my position and
my fortune assured me perfect independence; I had seen you; I
had loved you with my whole soul: and the most fatal stroke-
one that the slightest accident, the merest word, might have
turned aside has separated us forever!
If it is sweet to you, Léonce, when you suffer, to think that
at that moment, whenever it may be, Delphine, your poor friend,
overwhelmed by her sorrows, implores Heaven for power to bear
them, the Heaven which hitherto has always supported her,
and which now she implores in vain,-if this idea, both cruel and
sweet, can comfort you, ah! you may indulge in it at will! But
what have our sorrows to do with our duties? That nobleness
of life we worship in our days of happiness, is it not always the
same? Shall it have less empire over us, because the moment
has come to attain those heights we admired?
Fate has willed that the purest enjoyments of heart and soul
should be denied us. Perhaps, my friend, Providence has
thought us worthy of that which is noblest in the world,— the
sacrifice of love to duty.
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•
What still depends on us is to command our actions: our
happiness is no longer in our power; we must trust that to the
care of Heaven: after many struggles, God will give us at least
calmness, yes, at least calmness.
Let us strive to lead
a life of devotion to others, a life of sacrifices and of duties;
such a life has given almost happiness to virtuous souls.
M. DE SERBELLANE (in conversation)
"One can still make serviceable for the happiness of others
a life that promises ourselves only pain; and this hope will give
you the courage to live. "
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FROM CORINNE›
THE
HE following day, the same company* again assembled at
her house; and to interest her in conversation, Lord Nelvil
turned the talk to Italian literature, and excited her natural
animation by affirming that England possessed a greater num-
ber of true poets than all those of which Italy could boast,- poets
superior in strength and delicacy of feeling.
"In the first place," answered Corinne, "foreigners only know,
for the most part, our poets of the highest rank,- Dante, Pe-
trarch, Ariosto, Guarini, Tasso, and Metastasio; while we have a
number of others, such as Chiabrera, Guidi, Filicaja, Parini, etc. ,
-without counting Sannazaro, Politian, etc. , who have written
admirably in Latin. All these poets, with more or less talent,
know how to bring the marvels of the fine arts, and of nature,
into the pictures created by words. Undoubtedly there is not
in our poets that profound melancholy, that knowledge of the
human heart, that characterizes yours; but does not this kind of
superiority belong rather to philosophical writers than to poets?
The brilliant melodiousness of the Italian language is better
suited to express the splendor of external objects than the moods
of meditation. Our language is more adapted to depict passion
than sadness, because the sentiments of reflection demand more
metaphysical expressions than it possesses. "
"Undoubtedly," answered Lord Nelvil, "you explain as well
as possible both the beauties and the deficiencies of your poet
but when these deficiencies, without the beauties, are perceived
in prose, how will you defend them? What is only vagueness in
poetry becomes emptiness in prose; and this crowd of common-
place ideas that your poets know how to embellish by the melo-
dious and the imaginative qualities of their language, reappears
unveiled in prose with wearisome vividness. The greater part
of your prose writers, to-day, use a language so declamatory, so
diffuse, so abounding in superlatives, that one would say they all
wrote by command with every-day phrases, and for an artificial
intelligence: they seem not to suspect that to write is to express
one's personal character and one's own thought. "
*The principal personages were Lord Nelvil and Mr. Edgermond, English-
men; the Count d'Erfeuil, a Frenchman; and the Prince, Castel-Forte, an
Italian. Corinne was an Italian.
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"You forget," Corinne eagerly interrupted, "first Machiavelli
and Boccaccio; then Gravina, Filangieri; and in our own day,
Cesarotti, Verri, Bettinelli, and so many others who know how
to write and to think. But I agree with you that during these
last centuries, unfortunate circumstances having deprived Italy of
her independence, her people have lost all interest in truth, and
often even the possibility of uttering it. From this has resulted
the habit of taking pleasure in words, without daring to approach
ideas.
When prose writers have no sort of influence on
the happiness of a nation, when men write only to become con-
spicuous, when the means is substituted for the end,-a thousand
steps are taken, but nothing is attained. . . Besides, southern
nations are constrained by prose, and depict their true feelings
only in verse. It is not the same with French literature," she
added, addressing Count d'Erfeuil: "your prose writers are often
more poetic than your poets. "
"It is true," replied Count d'Erfeuil, "that we have in this
style true classical authorities: Bossuet, La Bruyère, Montes-
quieu, Buffon, cannot be surpassed.
These perfect models
should be imitated as far as possible by foreigners as well as by
ourselves. "
"It is difficult for me to believe," answered Corinne, "that it
would be desirable for the whole world to lose all national color,
all originality of heart and mind; and I venture to say that even
in your country, Count d'Erfeuil, this literary orthodoxy, if I may
so call it, which is opposed to all happy innovation, would in the
long run render your literature very sterile. ”
"Would you desire, fair lady," answered the count, "that
we should admit among us the barbarisms of the Germans, the
'Night Thoughts' of the English Young, the concetti of the Ital-
ians and the Spaniards? What would become of the truthfulness,
the elegance, of the French style, after such a mixture ? »
Prince Castel-Forte, who had not yet spoken, said: "It seems
to me we all have need of each other: the literature of each coun-
try opens, to one familiar with it, a new sphere of ideas. The
Emperor Charles V. said that a man who knows four languages
is four men. If this great political genius so judged in regard to
affairs, how much truer it is as regards letters! All foreigners
know French, and so their point of view is more extensive than
that of Frenchmen who do not know foreign languages. "
"You will at least acknowledge," answered the count, "that
there is one matter in which we have nothing to learn from any
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one. Our theatrical works are certainly the first in Europe; for
I do not think that even the English themselves would dream of
opposing Shakespeare to us. "
"I beg your pardon," interrupted Mr. Edgermond: "they do
imagine that. "
"Then I have nothing to say," continued Count d'Erfeuil
with a smile of gracious disdain. "Every man may think what he
will: but still I persist in believing that it may be affirmed with-
out presumption that we are the first in the dramatic art; and as
to the Italians, if I may be allowed to speak frankly, they do not
even suspect that there is such a thing as dramatic art. The
music of a play is everything with them, and what is spoken, noth-
ing. If the second act of a play has better music than the first,
they begin with the second act; if they like two first acts of two
different pieces, they play these two acts the same day, and put
between the two one act of a prose comedy.
The Ital-
ians are accustomed to consider the theatre as a great drawing-
room, where people listen only to the songs and the ballet. I say
rightly, where they listen to the ballet, for it is only when that
begins that there is silence in the theatre; and this ballet is a
masterpiece of bad taste. "
"All you say is true," answered Prince Castel-Forte gently:
"but you have spoken only of music and dancing; and in no
country are those considered dramatic art. "
"It is much worse," interrupted Count d'Erfeuil, "when tra-
gedies are represented: more horrors are brought together in five
acts than the imagination could conceive.
The tragedians
are perfectly in harmony with the coldness and extravagance of
the plays. They all perform these terrible deeds with the great-
est calmness. When an actor becomes excited, they say that he
appears like a preacher; for in truth there is much more anima-
tion in the pulpit than on the stage.
There is no better
comedy than tragedy in Italy.
The only comic style that
really belongs to Italy is the harlequinades: a valet, who is a
rascal, a glutton, and a coward, and an old guardian who is
a dupe, a miser, and in love,- that's the whole subject of these
plays.
You will agree that 'Tartuffe' and 'The Misan-
thrope' imply a little more genius. "
This attack from Count d'Erfeuil greatly displeased the Ital-
ians who were listening to it, but yet they laughed; and Count
d'Erfeuil in conversation liked better to display wit than court-
esy. .
Prince Castei-Forte, and other Italians who were
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there, were impatient to refute Count d'Erfeuil, but they thought
their cause better defended by Corinne than by any one else; and
as the pleasure of shining in conversation scarcely tempted them,
they begged Corinne to make reply, and contented themselves
with only citing the well-known names of Maffei, Metastasio,
Goldoni, Alfieri, Monti.
Corinne at once agreed that the Italians had no great body
of dramatic works; but she was ready to prove that circumstances
and not lack of talent were the cause of this. The play-writing
which is based on the observation of society, can exist only in a
country where the writer lives habitually in the centre of a pop-
ulous and brilliant world: in Italy there are only violent passions
or lazy enjoyments.
But the play-writing that is based
on the unreal, that springs from the imagination, and adapts
itself to all times as to all countries, was born in Italy.
The observation of the human heart is an inexhaustible source
for literature; but the nations who are more inclined to poetry
than to reflection give themselves up rather to the intoxication
of joy than to philosophic irony. There is something, at bottom,
sad in the humor that is based on knowledge of men: true gayety
is the gayety of the imagination only. . It is not that Italians do
not ably study men with whom they have to deal; and they dis-
cover more delicately than any others the most secret thoughts:
but it is as a method of action that they have this talent, and
they are not in the habit of making a literary use of it.
One can see in Machiavelli what terrible knowledge of the human
heart the Italians are capable of: but from such depths comedy
does not spring; and the leisureliness of society, properly so called,
can alone teach how to depict men on the comic stage.
The true character of Italian gayety is not derision, it is
fancy; it is not the painting of manners, but poetic extrava-
gances. It is Ariosto and not Molière who has the power to
amuse Italy.
But to know with certainty what comedy
and tragedy might attain to in Italy, there is need that there
should be somewhere a theatre and actors. The multitude of
little cities who all choose to have a theatre, waste by dispersing
them the few resources that could be collected.
·
.
These different ideas and many others were brilliantly devel-
oped by Corinne. She understood extremely well the rapid art
of light talk, which insists on nothing; and the business of pleas-
ing, which brings forward each talker in turn.
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Mr. Edgermond had so eager a desire to know what she
thought about tragedy, that he ventured to speak to her on this
subject. "Madam," he said, "what seems to me especially lack-
ing in Italian literature are tragedies: it seems to me there is less
difference between children and men than between your tragedies
and ours.
Is not this true, Lord Nelvil? »
"I think entirely with you," answered Oswald.
who is famed as the poet of love, gives to this passion, in what-
ever country, in whatever situation he represents it, precisely the
same color.
It is impossible for us who possess Shake-
"Metastasio,
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speare — the poet who has most deeply sounded the history and
the passions of man - to endure the two couples of lovers who
divide between them almost all the plays of Metastasio.
With profound respect for the character of Alfieri, I shall permit
myself to make some criticisms on his plays. Their aim is so
noble, the sentiments that the author expresses are so in accord
with his personal conduct, that his tragedies must always be
praised as actions, even when criticized in some respects as liter-
ary works. But it seems to me that some of his tragedies have as
much monotony of strength as Metastasio has monotony of sweet-
ness.
>>>
"My lord," said Corinne, "I am of your opinion almost en-
tirely; but I would offer some exceptions to your observations.
It is true that Metastasio is more a lyrical than a dramatic poet.
By force of writing amorous verses, there has been cre-
ated among us a conventional language in this direction; and it
is not what the poet has felt, but what he has read, that serves
for his inspiration.
In general, our literature but little
expresses our character and our modes of life.
•
"Alfieri, by a singular chance, was, so to speak, transplanted
from antiquity into modern days: he was born to act, and he
was able only to write.
He desired to accomplish through
literature a political purpose: this purpose was undoubtedly the
noblest of all; but no matter: nothing so distorts works of imagi-
nation as to have a purpose.
Although the French mind
and that of Alfieri have not the least analogy, they are alike in
this, that both carry their own contours into all the subjects of
which they treat. ”
Count d'Erfeuil, hearing the French mind spoken of, entered
again into the conversation. "It would be impossible for us," he
said, "to endure on the stage the inconsequences of the Greeks,
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or the monstrosities of Shakespeare: the taste of the French is
too pure for that.
It would be to plunge us into bar-
barism, to wish to introduce anything foreign among us. "
"You would do well, then," said Corinne, smiling, "to surround
yourselves with the great wall of China. There are assuredly
rare beauties in your tragic authors; perhaps new ones would
develop among them if you sometimes permitted to be shown
you on the stage something not French,
the 'Merope'
of Maffei, the 'Saul' of Alfieri, the 'Aristodemo' of Monti, and
above all else, the poem of Dante - though he composed no
tragedy, it seems to me, capable of giving the idea of what
dramatic art in Italy might be. "
"When Dante lived," said Oswald, "the Italians played a great
political part in Europe and at home. Perhaps it is impossible.
for you now to have national tragedies. That such works should
be produced, it is needful that great circumstances should develop
in life the sentiments expressed on the stage. "
"It is unfortunately possible that you are right, my lord,"
answered Corinne; "nevertheless I always hope much for us from
the natural intellectual vigor in Italy:
but what is
especially lacking to us for tragedy are the actors;
. yet
there is no language in which a great actor could show as much
talent as in ours.
"
"If you would convince us of what you say," interrupted
Prince Castel-Forte, "you must prove it to us:
give us
the inexpressible pleasure of seeing you play tragedy. "
"Well," she replied, "we will accomplish, if you desire it, the
project I have had for a long time, of playing the translation I
have made of Romeo and Juliet. '»
"The Romeo and Juliet' of Shakespeare! " cried Mr. Edger-
mond: "you love Shakespeare! "
"As a friend," she answered; "for he knows all the secrets of
grief. "
"And you will play it in Italian? " he exclaimed: "ah! how
fortunate we shall be to assist at such a spectacle! "
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FROM ON GERMANY'
―――
GⓇ
OETHE might represent the whole body of German literature:
not but that there are in it other writers superior to him
in some respects, but in himself alone he unites all that
distinguishes the German genius; and no one is as remarkable as
he for the kind of imagination which the Italians, the English,
and the French do not at all possess.
GOETHE
When one succeeds in making Goethe talk he is admirable:
his eloquence is rich with thought; his gayety is full of grace
and of wisdom; his imagination is excited by external objects as
was that of ancient artists; and none the less his reason has only
too completely the full development of our own times. Nothing
disturbs the strength of his brain; and the irregularities of his
very nature-his ill-humor, his embarrassment, his constraint—
pass like clouds beneath the summit of the mountain to which
his genius has attained.
Goethe has no longer that contagious ardor which was the in-
spiration of 'Werther'; but the warmth of his thought still suffices
to vivify his writings. One feels that he is no longer touched by
life, that he paints it from a distance: he attaches more value
now to the pictures he presents to us than to the emotions he
himself experiences; time has made of him only a spectator.
When he still played an active part in scenes of passion,— when
his own heart suffered,- his writings produced a more vivid im-
pression.
As one always believes in the ideal of one's own abilities,
Goethe maintains at present that the author should be calm even
when he composes a passionate work, and that the artist must
preserve his composure if he would act most strongly on the im-
agination of his readers. Perhaps he would not have held this
opinion in his early youth; perhaps then he was possessed by his
genius instead of being the master of it; perhaps he felt then
that since what is sublime and what is divine exist but moment-
arily in the heart of man, the poet is inferior to the inspiration
that animates him, and that he cannot criticize it without de-
stroying it.
In first seeing him, one is astonished in finding something of
coldness and of stiffness in the author of 'Werther'; but when he
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has graciously become at ease, the play of his imagination com-
pletely does away with the previous constraint. The intelligence
of this man is universal, and impartial because it is universal:
for there is no indifference in his impartiality. He is a double
existence, a double power, a double light, which illuminates both
sides of a subject simultaneously. When thinking, nothing bars
his way,— neither his times, nor his forms of life, nor his per-
sonal relations: his eagle's-glance falls straight on the objects he
observes. Had he had a political career, had his soul been devel-
oped by action, his character would be more decided, more firm,
more patriotic; but his mind would not so freely float through
the air over different points of view: passions or interests would
have traced for him a definite path.
Goethe takes pleasure, in his writings and in conversation also,
in breaking threads he has himself spun, in deriding emotions
he has excited, in casting down statues of which he has pointed
out the beauties.
Were he not estimable, fear would be
inspired by this lofty superiority, which degrades and then exalts,
is now tender and now ironical, which alternately affirms and
doubts, and all with equal success.
NAPOLEON
From 'Considerations on the French Revolution>
G
ENERAL BONAPARTE made himself as conspicuous by his char-
acter and his intellect as by his victories; and the imagi-
nation of the French began to be touched by him [1797].
His proclamations to the Cisalpine and Ligurian republics were
talked of.
A tone of moderation and of dignity pervaded
his style, which contrasted with the revolutionary harshness of
the civil rulers of France. The warrior spoke in those days
like a lawgiver, while the lawgivers expressed themselves with
soldier-like violence. General Bonaparte had not executed in his
army the decrees against the émigrés. It was said that he loved
his wife, whose character is full of sweetness; it was asserted that
he felt the beauties of Ossian; it was a pleasure to attribute to
him all the generous qualities that form a noble background for
extraordinary abilities.
Such at least was my own mood when I saw him for the first
time in Paris. I could find no words with which to reply to
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him when he came to me to tell me that he had tried to visit
my father at Coppet, and that he was sorry to have passed
through Switzerland without seeing him. But when I had some-
what recovered from the agitation of admiration, it was fol-
lowed by a feeling of very marked fear. Bonaparte then had no
power: he was thought even to be more or less in danger from
the vague suspiciousness of the Directory; so that the fear he
inspired was caused only by the singular effect of his personality
upon almost every one who had intercourse with him. I had
seen men worthy of high respect; I had also seen ferocious men:
there was nothing in the impression Bonaparte produced upon me
which could remind me of men of either type. I soon perceived,
on the different occasions when I met him during his stay in
Paris, that his character could not be defined by the words we
are accustomed to make use of: he was neither kindly nor vio-
lent, neither gentle nor cruel, after the fashion of other men.
Such a being, so unlike others, could neither excite nor feel sym-
pathy: he was more or less than man. His bearing, his mind,
his language, have the marks of a foreigner's nature,- an advan-
tage the more in subjugating Frenchmen.
Far from being reassured by seeing Bonaparte often, he
always intimidated me more and more. I felt vaguely that no
emotional feeling could influence him. He regards a human
creature as a fact or a thing, but not as an existence like his
own. He feels no more hate than love. For him there is no
one but himself: all other creatures are mere ciphers. The force
of his will consists in the imperturbable calculations of his ego-
tism: he is an able chess-player whose opponent is all human-
kind, whom he intends to checkmate. His success is due as
much to the qualities he lacks as to the talents he possesses.
Neither pity, nor sympathy, nor religion, nor attachment to any
idea whatsoever, would have power to turn him from his path.
He has the same devotion to his own interests that a good man
has to virtue: if the object were noble, his persistency would
be admirable.
Every time that I heard him talk, I was struck by his superi-
ority; it was of a kind, however, that had no relation to that of
men instructed and cultivated by study, or by society, such as
England and France possess examples of. But his conversation
indicated that quick perception of circumstances the hunter has
in pursuing his prey. Sometimes he related the political and
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military events of his life in a very interesting manner; he had
even, in narratives that admitted gayety, a touch of Italian imagi-
nation. Nothing, however, could conquer my invincible aliena-
tion from what I perceived in him. I saw in his soul a cold and
cutting sword, which froze while wounding; I saw in his mind a
profound irony, from which nothing fine or noble could escape,
not even his own glory: for he despised the nation whose suf-
frages he desired; and no spark of enthusiasm mingled with his
craving to astonish the human race.
His face, thin and pale at that time, was very agreeable: since
then he has gained flesh,-which does not become him; for one
needs to believe such a man to be tormented by his own charac-
ter, at all to tolerate the sufferings this character causes others.
As his stature is short, and yet his waist very long, he appeared
to much greater advantage on horseback than on foot; in all
ways it is war, and war only, he is fitted for. His manner in
society is constrained without being timid; it is disdainful when
he is on his guard, and vulgar when he is at ease; his air of
disdain suits him best, and so he is not sparing in the use of it.
He took pleasure already in the art of embarrassing
people by saying disagreeable things: an art which he has since
made a system of, as of all other methods of subjugating men by
degrading them.
NECKER
From Considerations on the French Revolution'
I'
T is now twelve years since death separated me from my father,
and every day my admiration for him has increased: the
remembrance that I preserve of his mind and of his virtues
serves me as a point of comparison to appreciate the worth
of other men; and although I have traveled through the whole.
of Europe, no genius of such quality, no moral nature of such
strength, has been made known to me. M. Necker might be
weak from kindness, uncertain because of reflection: but when
he believed duty to be involved in a determination, it seemed to
him he heard the voice of God; and he listened only to that,
whatever efforts might be made to affect him. I have more
confidence to-day in the lightest of his words than I should have
in any living person however admirable; all M. Necker has said
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to me is fixed as a rock in me. All that I have gained by my-
self may disappear; the identity of my being is in the attachment
that I retain to his memory. I have loved those whom I love
no more; I have esteemed those whom I esteem no more; the
flood of life has swept all in its current, save this great figure,
which I see on the mountain-top pointing me the life to come.
I owe
no true gratitude on this earth but to God and my
father: all my days had been days of struggle had not his ben-
ediction rested on them. But how much he suffered! The most
brilliant prosperity had marked the first half of his life: he had
become rich; he had been made first minister of France; the
boundless attachment of the French nation had rewarded him
for his devotion to it; during the seven years of his first retire-
ment, his works had been placed in the first rank of those of
statesmen: and perhaps he was the only man who had shown
himself skilled in the art of administering a great country with-
out ever departing from the most scrupulous morality, and even
from the purest delicacy. As a religious writer he never ceased
to be philosophical; as a philosophic writer he never ceased to
be religious: eloquence never carried him beyond reason, and
reason never deprived him of a single true impulse of eloquence.
To these great advantages was united the most flattering success
in society.
Alas! who could have foreseen that so much admiration would
be followed by so much injustice; that he who had loved France
with almost too great a predilection would be reproached with
having the sentiments of a foreigner; that by one party he
would be called the author of the Revolution because he respected
the rights of the nation, and that the leaders of this nation would
accuse him of having desired to sacrifice it to the support of the
monarchy? Thus, in other times, I please myself with thinking
the Chancelier de l'Hospital was threatened by the Catholics
and Protestants alternately; that Sully would have been seen to
succumb under party hatreds, had not the firmness of his master
sustained him. But neither of these two statesmen had that im-
agination of the heart which makes a man open to all kinds of
suffering. M. Necker was calm before God, calm in the presence
of death; because conscience alone speaks at that moment. But
when the interests of this world still occupied him, there was not
a reproach that did not wound him, not an enemy whose malevo-
lence did not reach him, not a day in which he did not twenty
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times question himself: sometimes blaming himself for ills that
he had not been able to prevent; sometimes going back behind
events, and weighing anew the different determinations he might
have made. The purest enjoyments of life were poisoned for
him by the unheard-of persecutions of party spirit. This party
spirit showed itself even in the manner in which émigrés in
the time of their need addressed themselves to him to ask help.
Many of them writing to him for this purpose, excused them-
selves for not going to see him, on the plea that the most import-
ant personages of their party had forbidden their doing so; they
judged truly at least of the generosity of M. Necker, when they
believed that this submission to the violence of their leaders
would not deter him from being of use to them.
After years so full of grief, so full of virtue, the power of
loving seemed to increase in my father at the age when it dimin-
ishes in other men; and everything about him declared, when
life ended, his return to heaven.
PERSECUTIONS BY NAPOLEON
From Ten Years of Exile
I
N THE month of March, 1811, a new Prefect [of Geneva] ar-
rived from Paris. He was a man peculiarly adapted to the
conditions of the time; that is to say, possessing a great knowl-
edge of facts, and no principles with regard to rule, . . and
placing his conscience in devotion to power. The first time that
I saw him he said to me immediately that a talent like mine was
made to celebrate the Emperor,- that he was a subject worthy
of the kind of enthusiasm that I had shown in 'Corinne. ' I
answered him, that persecuted as I had been by the Emperor,
any praise on my part addressed to him would have the air of
a petition; and that I was persuaded that the Emperor himself
would find my eulogiums absurd in such conditions. He opposed
this opinion vehemently; he came again several times to see me,
to beg me (for the sake of my interests, he said) to write some-
thing for the Emperor. Were it not more than four pages, that
would suffice, he assured me, to put an end to all my troubles.
XXIII-866
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And what he said to me he repeated to all my acquaintances. At
last one day he came proposing that I should sing the birth of
the King of Rome. I answered him, with laughter, that I had
no thought to express on this subject beyond my wishes that his
nurse might be a good one. This jest put an end to the prefect's
negotiations with me, as to the necessity that I should write
something in favor of the government.
A short time after, the physicians ordered my youngest son
the baths of Aix in Savoy, twenty miles from Coppet.
Scarcely had I been there ten days, when a courier from the
prefect of Geneva brought me orders to return home. The pre-
fect of Mont Blanc where I was [i. e. , in whose prefecture she
was], also was afraid, he said, that I might set off from Aix to
go to England, to write against the Emperor; and although
London was not very near Aix in Savoy, he sent his gendarmes
over the road to forbid my being provided with post-horses. I
am ready to laugh now at all this prefectorial activity directed.
against such an insignificant object as myself; but then I was
ready to die at the sight of a gendarme. I was always fear-
ing that from so rigorous an exile the next step might easily
be a prison, more terrible to me than death. I knew that once
arrested, once this scandal dared, the Emperor would permit
no word to be spoken for me, had any one had the courage to
attempt it, a courage scarcely probable in his court, where ter-
ror reigns every moment of the day, and about every detail of
life.
--
I returned to Geneva; and the prefect informed me that not
only he forbade me to go under any pretext into the countries
adjoining France, but that he advised me not to travel in Switz-
erland, and never to venture more than two leagues in any direc-
tion from Coppet. I observed to him that having my domicile
in Switzerland, I did not well understand by what right a French
authority could forbid my traveling in a foreign country. He
thought me, undoubtedly, rather a simpleton to discuss in those
days a question of right; and he repeated his advice, which was
singularly akin to an order. I held to my remonstrance; but
the next day I learned that one of the most distinguished men
of letters of Germany, M. Schlegel, who for eight years had
been good enough to take charge of the education of my sons,
had just received the order not only to leave Geneva, but also
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Coppet.
I was desirous to represent once more that in Switzer-
land the prefect of Geneva could give no orders [Geneva was then
under French rule]: but I was told that if I liked better that
this order should come from the French ambassador, I could so
have it: that this ambassador would address himself to the land-
amman, and the landamman to the canton de Vaud, and the
authorities of the canton would turn M. Schlegel out of my
house. By forcing despotism to take this roundabout way, I should
have gained ten days; but nothing more. I asked to know
why I was deprived of the society of M. Schlegel, my friend,
and that of my children. The prefect-who was accustomed, like
most of the Emperor's agents, to connect very gentle phrases
with very harsh acts-told me that it was from consideration for
me that the government removed from my house M. Schlegel,
who made me unpatriotic. Truly touched by this paternal care
on the part of the government, I inquired what M. Schlegel had
done inimical to France: the prefect spoke of his literary opin-
ions, and among other things, of a brochure by him, in which,
comparing the 'Phædra' of Euripides to that of Racine, he gave
the preference to the former. It showed much delicate feeling.
in a monarch of Corsican birth, to take sides in this manner
about the finer details of French literature. But the truth was,
M. Schlegel was exiled because he was my friend, because his
conversation animated my solitude; the system was beginning to
be worked that was to manifest itself more clearly, of making
for me a prison of my soul, by depriving me of all the enjoy-
ments of society and of friendship.
ROME ANCIENT AND MODERN
From Corinne'
ONE
NE of the most singular churches in Rome is St. Paul's: its
exterior is that of an ill-built barn; yet it is bedecked
within by eighty pillars of such exquisite material and
proportion that they are believed to have been transported from
an Athenian temple described by Pausanias. If Cicero said in
his day, "We are surrounded by vestiges of history," what would
he say now? Columns, statues, and pictures are so prodigally
crowded in the churches of modern Rome, that in St. Agnes's,
bas-reliefs turned face downward serve to pave a staircase; no
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one troubling himself to ascertain what they might represent.
How astonishing a spectacle was ancient Rome, had its treasures
been left where they were found! The immortal city would be
still before us nearly as it was of yore; but could the men of
our day dare to enter it? The palaces of the Roman lords are
vast in the extreme, and often display much architectural grace;
but their interiors are rarely arranged in good taste. They have
none of those elegant apartments invented elsewhere for the per-
fect enjoyment of social life. Superb galleries, hung with the
chefs-d'œuvre of the tenth Leo's age, are abandoned to the gaze
of strangers by their lazy proprietors, who retire to their own.
obscure little chambers, dead to the pomp of their ancestors, as
were they to the austere virtues of the Roman republic. The
country-houses give one a still greater idea of solitude, and of
their owners' carelessness amid the loveliest scenes of nature.
One walks immense gardens, doubting if they have a master;
the grass grows in every path, yet in these very alleys are the
trees cut into shapes, after the fantastic mode that once reigned
in France. Strange inconsistency- this neglect of essentials and
affectation in what is useless! Most Italian towns, indeed, sur-
prise us with this mania, in a people who have constantly beneath
their eyes such models of noble simplicity. They prefer glitter
to convenience; and in every way betray the advantages and dis-
advantages of not habitually mixing with society. Their luxury
is rather that of fancy than of comfort. Isolated among them-
selves, they dread not that spirit of ridicule, which in truth sel-
dom penetrates the interior of Roman abodes. Contrasting this
with what they appear from without, one might say that they
were rather built to dazzle the peasantry than for the reception
of friends.
Translation of Isabel Hill.
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