We need not read a
biography
of Montaigne to know him.
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, 1717.
I
WROTE to you, dear sister, and to all my other English corre-
spondents by the last ship, and only Heaven can tell when I
shall have another opportunity of sending to you; but I can-
not forbear to write again, though perhaps my letter may lie
upon my hands these two months. To confess the truth, my
head is so full of my entertainment yesterday, that 'tis absolutely
necessary for my own repose to give it some vent. Without
farther preface, I will then begin my story.
I was invited to dine with the Grand Vizier's lady; and it
was with a great deal of pleasure I prepared myself for an
entertainment which was never before given to any Christian. I
thought I should very little satisfy her curiosity (which I did not
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doubt was a considerable motive to the invitation) by going in
a dress she was used to see; and therefore dressed myself in the
court habit of Vienna, which is much more magnificent than
ours. However, I chose to go incognito, to avoid any disputes
about ceremony, and went in a Turkish coach, only attended.
by my woman that held up my train, and the Greek lady who
was my interpretess. I was met at the court door by her black
eunuch, who helped me out of the coach with great respect, and
conducted me through several rooms, where her she-slaves, finely
dressed, were ranged on each side. In the innermost I found
the lady sitting on her sofa, in a sable vest. She advanced to
meet me, and presented me half a dozen of her friends with
great civility. She seemed a very good-looking woman, near fifty
years old. I was surprised to observe so little magnificence in
her house, the furniture being all very moderate; and except
the habits and number of her slaves, nothing about her appeared
expensive. She guessed at my thoughts, and told me she was
no longer of an age to spend either her time or money in super-
fluities; that her whole expense was in charity, and her whole
employment praying to God. There was no affectation in this
speech; both she and her husband are entirely given up to
devotion. He never looks upon any other woman; and what is
more extraordinary, touches no bribes, notwithstanding the exam-
ple of all his predecessors. He is so scrupulous on this point, he
would not accept Mr. Wortley's present till he had been assured
over and over that it was a settled perquisite of his place at the
entrance of every ambassador.
She entertained me with all kind of civility till dinner came
in; which was served, one dish at a time, to a vast number, all
finely dressed after their manner,—which I don't think so bad as
you have perhaps heard it represented. I am a very good judge
of their eating, having lived three weeks in the house of an
effendi at Belgrade, who gave us very magnificent dinners, dressed
by his own cooks. The first week they pleased me extremely;
but I own I then began to grow weary of their table, and desired
our own cook might add a dish or two after our manner. But
I attribute this to custom, and am very much inclined to believe
that an Indian who had never tasted of either would prefer
their cookery to ours. Their sauces are very high, all the roast
very much done. They use a great deal of very rich spice. The
soup is served for the last dish; and they have at least as great
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who was
a variety of ragouts as we have. I was very sorry I could not
eat of as many as the good lady would have had me,
very earnest in serving me of everything. The treat concluded
with coffee and perfumes, which is a high mark of respect; ten
slaves, kneeling, censed my hair, clothes, and handkerchief. After
this ceremony, she commanded her slaves to play and dance,
which they did with their guitars in their hands; and she excused.
to me their want of skill, saying she took no care to accomplish
them in that art.
I returned her thanks, and soon after took my leave.
I was
conducted back in the same manner I entered, and would have
gone straight to my own house: but the Greek lady with me
earnestly solicited me to visit the kiyàya's lady; saying he was
the second officer in the empire, and ought indeed to be looked
upon as the first, the Grand Vizier having only the name, while
he exercised the authority. I had found so little diversion in the
Vizier's harem, that I had no mind to go into another. But her
importunity prevailed with me, and I am extremely glad I was
so complaisant.
All things here were with quite another air than at the Grand
Vizier's; and the very house confessed the difference between an
old devotee and a young beauty. It was nicely clean and mag-
nificent. I was met at the door by two black eunuchs, who led
me through a long gallery between two ranks of beautiful young
girls, with their hair finely plaited, almost hanging to their feet,
all dressed in fine light damasks, brocaded with silver.
I was
sorry that decency did not permit me to stop to consider them
nearer. But that thought was lost upon my entrance into a large
room, or rather a pavilion, built round with gilded sashes, which
were most of them thrown up; and the trees planted near them
gave an agreeable shade, which hindered the sun from being
troublesome. The jessamines and honeysuckles that twisted round
their trunks shed a soft perfume, increased by a white marble
fountain playing sweet water in the lower part of the room,
which fell into three or four basins with a pleasing sound. The
roof was painted with all sorts of flowers, falling out of gilded
baskets, that seemed tumbling down. On a sofa, raised three
steps, and covered with fine Persian carpets, sat the kiyàya's
lady, leaning on cushions of white satin, embroidered; and at her
feet sat two young girls about twelve years old, lovely as angels,
dressed perfectly rich, and almost covered with jewels. But they
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were hardly seen near the fair Fatima (for that is her name),
so much her beauty effaced everything I have seen,— nay, all that
has been called lovely, either in England or Germany. I must
own that I never saw anything so gloriously beautiful, nor can I
recollect a face that would have been taken notice of near hers.
She stood up to receive me, saluting me after their fashion, put-
ting her hand to her heart with a sweetness full of majesty, that
no court breeding could ever give. She ordered cushions to
be given me, and took care to place me in the corner, which is
the place of honor. I confess, though the Greek lady had before
given me a great opinion of her beauty, I was so struck with
admiration, that I could not for some time speak to her, being
wholly taken up in gazing. That surprising harmony of feat-
ures! that charming result of the whole! that exact proportion
of body! that lovely bloom of complexion unsullied by art! the
unutterable enchantment of her smile! But her eyes-large and
black, with all the soft languishment of the blue! every turn of
her face discovering some new grace.
After my first surprise was over, I endeavored, by nicely
examining her face, to find out some imperfection: without any
fruit of my search but my being clearly convinced of the error
of that vulgar notion that a face exactly proportioned and per-
fectly beautiful would not be agreeable; nature having done for
her with more success, what Apelles is said to have essayed by
a collection of the most exact features, to form a perfect face.
Add to all this a behavior so full of grace and sweetness, such
easy motions, with an air so majestic, yet free from stiffness or
affectation, that I am persuaded,-could she be suddenly trans-
ported upon the most polite throne in Europe, nobody would
think her other than born and bred to be a queen, though edu-
cated in a country we call barbarous. To say all in a word, our
most celebrated English beauties would vanish near her.
She was dressed in a caftán of gold brocade, flowered with
silver, very well fitted to her shape, and showing to admiration
the beauty of her bosom, only shaded by the thin gauze of her
shift. Her drawers were pale pink, her waistcoat green and
silver, her slippers white satin, finely embroidered; her lovely
arms adorned with bracelets of diamonds, and her broad girdle
set round with diamonds; upon her head a rich Turkish handker-
chief of pink and silver, her own fine black hair hanging a great
length in various tresses, and on one side of her head some
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bodkins of jewels. I am afraid you will accuse me of extrava-
gance in this description. I think I have read somewhere that
women always speak in rapture when they speak of beauty, and
I cannot imagine why they should not be allowed to do so. I
rather think it a virtue to be able to admire without any mixture
of desire or envy.
The gravest writers have spoken with great
warmth of some celebrated pictures and statues. The workman-
ship of Heaven certainly excels all our weak imitations, and I
think has a much better claim to our praise. For my part, I
am not ashamed to own I took more pleasure in looking on the
beauteous Fatima, than the finest piece of sculpture could have
given me.
TO THE ABBÉ X-
CONSTANTINOPLE, May 19th, O. S. , 1718.
You
see, sir, these people are not so unpolished as we represent
them. 'Tis true their magnificence is of a very different
taste from ours, and perhaps of a better. I am almost of
opinion they have a right notion of life. They consume it in
music, gardens, wine, and delicate eating, while we are tormenting
our brains with some scheme of politics, or studying some science
which we can never attain, or if we do, cannot persuade other
people to set that value upon it we do ourselves. 'Tis certain
what we feel and see is properly (if anything is properly) our own:
but the good of fame, the folly of praise, are hardly purchased;
and when obtained, a poor recompense for loss of time and health.
We die or grow old before we can reap the fruit of our labors.
Considering what short-lived, weak animals men are, is there any
study so beneficial as the study of present pleasure? I dare not
pursue this theme; perhaps I have already said too much, but I
depend upon the true knowledge you have of my heart. I don't
expect from you the inspired railleries I should suffer from
another in answer to this letter. You know how to divide the
idea of pleasure from that of vice, and they are only mingled in
the heads of fools. But I allow you to laugh at me for the sen-
sual declaration, in saying that I had rather be a rich effendi with
all his ignorance, than Sir Isaac Newton with all his knowledge!
I am, sir, &c. , &c.
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TO THE COUNTESS OF MAR
CAVENDISH SQUARE,- 1725.
I
AM very glad, dear sister, to hear you mention our meeting
in London. We are much mistaken here as to our ideas
of Paris: to hear that gallantry has forsaken it, sounds as
extraordinary to me as a want of ice in Greenland. We have
nothing but ugly faces in this country, but more lovers than ever.
There are but three pretty men in England, and they are all in
love with me at this present writing. This will surprise you
extremely; but if you were to see the reigning girls at present,
I will assure you there is little difference between them and old
women. I have been embourbé in family affairs for this last
fortnight. Lady F. Pierrepont, having £400 per annum for her
maintenance, has awakened the consciences of half her relations
to take care of her education: and (excepting myself) they have
all been squabbling about her; and squabble to this day. My
sister Gower carries her off to-morrow morning to Staffordshire.
The lies, twattles, and contrivances about this affair are innumer-
able. I should pity the poor girl, if I saw she pitied herself.
The Duke of Kingston is in France, but is not to go to the cap-
ital: so much for that branch of your family. My blessed off-
spring has already made a great noise in the world.
That young
rake, my son, took to his heels t'other day, and transported his
person to Oxford; being in his own opinion thoroughly qualified
for the University. After a good deal of search, we found and
reduced him, much against his will, to the humble condition of a
schoolboy. It happens very luckily that the sobriety and discre-
tion is of my daughter's side; I am sorry the ugliness is so too,
for my son grows extremely handsome.
I don't hear much of Mrs. Murray's despair on the death of
poor Gibby, and I saw her dance at a ball where I was two days
before his death. I have a vast many pleasantries to tell you,
and some that will make your hair stand on an end with won-
der. Adieu, dear sister: conservez-moi l'honneur de votre amitié,
et croyez que je suis toute à vous.
CAVENDISH SQUARE,-1727.
I cannot deny but that I was very well diverted on the
Coronation Day. I saw the procession much at my ease, in a
house which I filled with my own company, and then got into
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Westminster Hall without trouble, where it was very entertain-
ing to observe the variety of airs that all meant the same thing.
The business of every walker there was to conceal vanity and
gain admiration. For these purposes some languished and others
strutted; but a visible satisfaction was diffused over every coun-
tenance as soon as the coronet was clapped on the head. But
she that drew the greatest number of eyes was indisputably Lady
Orkney. She exposed behind, a mixture of fat and wrinkles;
and before, a very considerable protuberance which preceded her.
Add to this, the inimitable roll of her eyes, and her gray hairs,
which by good fortune stood directly upright, and 'tis impossible
to imagine a more delightful spectacle. She had embellished all
this with considerable magnificence, which made her look as big
again as usual; and I should have thought her one of the largest
things of God's making if my Lady St. J-n had not displayed
all her charms in honor of the day. The poor Duchess of M-se
crept along, with a dozen of black snakes playing round her face;
and my lady P-nd (who is fallen away since her dismission from
court) represented very finely an Egyptian mummy embroidered
over with hieroglyphics. In general, I could not perceive but
that the old were as well pleased as the young; and I, who dread
growing wise more than anything in the world, was overjoyed
to find that one can never outlive one's vanity. I have never
received the long letter you talk of, and am afraid you have only
fancied that you wrote it. Adieu, dear sister; I am affectionately
yours,
M. W. M.
TO THE COUNTESS OF BUTE
LOUVÈRE, February 19th, N. S. , 1753.
My Dear Child:
I
GAVE you some general thoughts on the education of your
children in my last letter; but fearing you should think I
neglected your request, by answering it with too much con-
ciseness, I am resolved to add to it what little I know on that
subject, and which may perhaps be useful to you in a concern
with which you seem so nearly affected.
People commonly educate their children as they build their
houses, according to
according to some plan they think beautiful, without
considering whether it is suited to the purposes for which they
are designed. Almost all girls of quality are educated as if they
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were to be great ladies, which is often as little to be expected
as an immoderate heat of the sun in the north of Scotland. You
should teach yours to confine their desires to probabilities, to
be as useful as is possible to themselves, and to think privacy
(as it is) the happiest state of life. I do not doubt your giving
them all the instructions necessary to form them to a virtuous
life; but 'tis a fatal mistake to do this without proper restric-
tions. Vices are often hid under the name of virtues, and the
practice of them followed by the worst of consequences. Sincer-
ity, friendship, piety, disinterestedness, and generosity are all
great virtues; but pursued without discretion become criminal.
I have seen ladies indulge their own ill-humor by being very
rude and impertinent, and think they deserved approbation by
saying, "I love to speak truth. " One of your acquaintances made
a ball the next day after her mother died, to show she was sin-
cere! I believe your own reflection will furnish you with but too
many examples of the ill effects of the rest of the sentiments I
have mentioned, when too warmly embraced. They are generally
recommended to young people without limits or distinction; and
this prejudice hurries them into great misfortunes, while they
are applauding themselves in the noble practice (as they fancy)
of very eminent virtues.
I cannot help adding (out of my real affection to you) that I
wish you would moderate that fondness you have for your child-
ren. I do not mean that you should abate any part of your care,
or not do your duty to them in its utmost extent; but I would
have you early prepare yourself for disappointments, which are
heavy in proportion to their being surprising. It is hardly possi-
ble, in such a number, that none should be unhappy; prepare
yourself against a misfortune of that kind. I confess there is
hardly any more difficult to support; yet it is certain, imagina-
tion has a great share in the pain of it, and it is more in our
power than it is commonly believed, to soften whatever ills are
founded or augmented by fancy. Strictly speaking, there is but
one real evil,-I mean acute pain; all other complaints are so
considerably diminished by time, that it is plain the grief is
owing to our passion, since the sensation of it vanishes when
that is over.
There is another mistake I forgot to mention, usual in moth-
ers: if any of their daughters are beauties, they take great pains
to persuade them that they are ugly, or at least that they think
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so; which the young woman never fails to believe springs from
envy, and is perhaps not much in the wrong.
I would, if pos-
sible, give them a just notion of their figure, and show them
how far it is valuable. Every advantage has its price, and may
be either over- or undervalued. It is the common doctrine of
what are called good books, to inspire a contempt of beauty,
riches, greatness, &c. ; which has done as much mischief among
the young of our sex as an over-eager desire of them.
Why
they should not look on these things as blessings where they
are bestowed, though not necessaries that it is impossible to be
happy without, I cannot conceive. I am persuaded the ruin of
Lady FM was in great measure owing to the notions
given her by the good people that had the care of her; —'tis
true, her circumstances and your daughters' are very different.
They should be taught to be content with privacy, and yet not
neglect good fortune if it should be offered them.
I am afraid I have tired you with my instructions. I do not
give them as believing my age has furnished me with superior
wisdom, but in compliance with your desire, and being fond of
every opportunity that gives a proof of the tenderness with which
I am ever
Your affectionate mother,
M. WORTLEY.
I should be glad if you sent me the third volume of Camp-
bell's 'Architecture,' and with it any other entertaining books.
I have seen the Duchess of Marlborough's 'Memoirs,' but should
be glad of the 'Apology for a Late Resignation. ' As to the ale,
'tis now so late in the year, it is impossible it should come good.
You do not mention your father; my last letter from him told
me he intended soon for England.
FROM A LETTER TO THE COUNTESS OF BUTE
LOUVÈRE, March 6, 1753.
I
CAN truly affirm, I never deceived anybody in my life, ex-
cepting (which I confess has often happened undesigned) by
speaking plainly; as Earl Stanhope used to say, during his
ministry, he always imposed on the foreign ministers by telling
them the naked truth,- which as they thought impossible to
come from the mouth of a statesman, they never failed to write
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information to their respective courts directly contrary to the
assurances he gave them. Most people confound the ideas of
sense and cunning, though there are really no two things in
nature more opposite: it is in part from this false reasoning, the
unjust custom prevails of debarring our sex from the advantages
of learning, the men fancying the improvement of our under-
standings would only furnish us with more art to deceive them,
which is directly contrary to the truth. Fools are always enter-
prising, not seeing the difficulties of deceit or the ill consequences
of detection. I could give many examples of ladies whose ill
conduct has been very notorious, which has been owing to that
ignorance which has exposed them to idleness, which is justly
called the mother of mischief. There is nothing so like the edu-
cation of a woman of quality as that of a prince: they are taught
to dance, and the exterior part of what is called good breeding,
- which if they attain, they are extraordinary creatures in their
kind, and have all the accomplishments required by their direct-
ors. The same characters are formed by the same lessons: which
inclines me to think (if I dare say it) that nature has not placed
us in an inferior rank to men, no more than the females of
other animals, where we see no distinction of capacity; though
I am persuaded, if there was a commonwealth of rational horses,
as Doctor Swift has supposed, it would be an established maxim
among them that a mare could not be taught to pace.
-
TO THE COUNTESS OF BUTE
SEPTEMBER 30th, 1757.
D
AUGHTER! daughter! don't call names: you are always abusing
my pleasures, which is what no mortal will bear. Trash,
lumber, sad stuff, are the titles you give to my favorite
amusement. If I called a white staff a stick of wood, a gold key
gilded brass, and the ensigns of illustrious orders colored strings,
this may be philosophically true, but would be very ill received.
We have all our playthings: happy are they that can be con-
tented with those they can obtain; those hours are spent in the
wisest manner that can easiest shade the ills of life, and are the
least productive of ill consequences. I think my time better em-
ployed in reading the adventures of imaginary people, than the
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Duchess of Marlborough's, who passed the latter years of her life
in paddling with her will, and contriving schemes of plaguing
some and extracting praise from others, to no purpose; eter-
nally disappointed and eternally fretting. The active scenes are
over at my age. I indulge, with all the art I can, my love for
reading. If I would confine it to valuable books, they are almost
as rare as valuable men. I must be content with what I can
find. As I approach a second childhood, I endeavor to enter
into the pleasures of it. Your youngest son is perhaps at this
very moment riding on a poker with great delight; not at all
regretting that it is not a gold one, and much less wishing it an
Arabian horse, which he would not know how to manage. I am
reading an idle tale, not expecting wit or truth in it; and am very
glad it is not metaphysics to puzzle my judgment, or history to
mislead my opinion. He fortifies his health by exercise: I calm
my cares by oblivion. The methods may appear low to busy
people; but if he improves his strength, and I forget my infirmi-
ties, we attain very desirable ends.
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MICHEL EYQUEM DE MONTAIGNE
(1533-1592)
BY FERDINAND BOCHER
M
ONTAIGNE tells us: "If I am talked of, I wish that it should
be truthfully and accurately. I should willingly return from
the other world to contradict him who should represent
me other than I was, even were it to do me honor. " And in his
own writings he has left a more truthful portrait of himself than any
other hand could paint.
Were he to return to the world he might well be dissatisfied; for
he would find himself variously pictured - untruthfully and inaccu-
rately as the type of the egotist, of the skeptic, of the epicurean.
But with his keen eyes he would soon see that he himself was the
originator of these false impressions. The truth is, his sincerity has
been misunderstood. He has been taken at his word by a too literal
world, that has transformed his absence of ambition into a desire for
inaction, his independence of thought into the denial of received
truths, his intelligent analysis of his own nature into a disrespect for
human nature, and the humorous sketches of his conditions into
commonplace vanity.
We need not read a biography of Montaigne to know him. He is
all in his Essays. The more important events of his life are told or
suggested in them. His inmost thoughts, his feelings, the good and
bad of his character, its strength and its weaknesses, are all revealed
in these pages.
"I am myself the subject of my book," he says
truly. No other writer has ever so made himself the centre from
which radiates, and to which converges, all that he touches upon.
His book, in his own phrase again, is "consubstantial" with himself.
Yet he never paints a carefully studied full-length portrait of
We learn to know him only by becoming his companion,-
by becoming intimate with him. All he tells us comes by the way,
not in any formal sequence, but as occasion presents itself.
At one
moment he speaks of his great-grandfather, Ramon Eyquem, he who
bought the Château de Montaigne, whence the name. Elsewhere
he tells us not only the year of his birth, 1533, but the day and the
precise hour. From his own conditions as mayor of Bordeaux, he
passes to comments on his father's attitude in the same office. Some
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of the tenderest pages in the Essays are devoted to this "kind
father," "the best father that ever was," who, carrying out peculiar
ideas of his own, had Michel pass his earliest years among peasants,
made him learn Latin before he did French, and woke him in the
morning by music. Many of these facts of his childhood are nar-
rated to enforce Montaigne's own ideas on education; which were
far beyond those of his age, and all of which have not even yet been
put into practice.
The physical details of his existence he speaks of with a frequency
and freedom to which nineteenth-century readers are not accustomed;
nor is he less open regarding his personal habits and humors. He
tells us with pleasant garrulity how he loved to talk and joke with
his friends, what an indolent dreamer he was in his library, and
yet what an eager traveler in foreign countries, even to the verge of
old age. His love of books, even while he asserts that he was little
of a reader, his special admiration for Plutarch, his thoughts about
death, illness, and old age, his hatred of medicine, his detestation of
deceit, his ignorances and awkwardnesses, his lack of memory, his
dislike of ceremonious customs, his conservatism, his pride, his over-
carefulness about money at one time and his over-carelessness at
another, his dislike of "affairs," of trouble of any kind, his more
than dislike of restraint, his thoughtful hours in his solitary tower
away from all the servitudes of life,-these topics, and such as these,
are all touched upon incidentally, and often illustrated by a quotation
from Horace or Seneca.
But there are other passages which are illustrated-and could
only be illustrated-by quotations from Plato. For the most part
these were written in his later years, and this is one of the many
proofs of the constant deepening and enriching of his thought. The
serious interest he took in the complicated public affairs of his time
turned his attention to questions regarding government, laws, beliefs,
and crimes; which unquestionably concerned himself as a citizen and
as a thinker, but which he considered from an admirably unpreju-
diced and impersonal point of view.
Thus we find that when Montaigne tells us he studies only him-
self, we must not take him too literally. He smiles behind the
words. His Gascon vivacity is far removed from all formality and
precision, and he makes no effort to be consistent, knowing that what
he thinks to-day he may condemn to-morrow; for "man is an ani-
mal unstable and varying. " But it is man, not himself alone, that
he depicts, and the knowledge he seeks is of man in general. And
he finds that knowledge is to be gained chiefly, but not only, by
studying himself. "This long attention," he said, "that I devote to
considering myself, trains me to judge also tolerably well of others;
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it often happens to me to see and distinguish more exactly the con-
ditions of my friends than they do themselves. " It is this blending
of insight, whether about himself or about others, with the power of
judging beyond all mere personality, that called forth Pascal's say-
ing: "It is not in Montaigne but in myself that I find all I see in
him. "
Many of Montaigne's best years he passed in active life, singularly
open to all social pleasures, with ardent affections that found a re-
sponse from his friend La Boëtie; who, dying only four years after
they had met, was constantly present to Montaigne's thought, and
was often nobly spoken of by him, during the thirty years that he
survived him.
It was only at the age of thirty-eight that Montaigne retired, as it
were, within himself; and closing "the great book of the world" he
had been reading, gave himself up deliberately to companionship with
the ancient authors familiar to him in youth, and always loved, and
to that self-analysis, never morbid or declamatory, which gradually
led him to the serene acceptance of things as they are, that manifests
itself more and more as we advance in the Essays.
-
This is not the mood of a skeptic-taking the word, as it is now
generally understood, to imply an absence of faith. Used in its prim-
itive sense, it may be applied to Montaigne. He was essentially an
examiner. He could see many sides in any matter he was consider-
ing, and they were all so vivid to him that the result was the ques-
tion, "Que sçais-je ? " which might be paraphrased, Who knows? Of
every form of dogmatism he was the enemy - the skeptical enemy.
But a man with such a high faith in human nature, and its possi-
ble development, as Montaigne shows himself to possess whenever he
touches on education, friendship, virtue, the true use of knowledge
and the true objects of life,- a man who admires the heroic side of
humanity as profoundly as he does, is no skeptic. The terrible
effects in his own day of religious and political intolerance, had forced
home on him the danger that lies in the imperative assertion of gen-
eral philosophical or moral conceptions; and it might perhaps be said
of him that for his age he was an agnostic, for he is almost dogmatic
about one thing alone, namely that on many points we must accept
the uncertainty of ignorance. His latent and sincere Catholicism re-
moved him far from what the term "agnostic" denotes to-day; but
to be "knowingly ignorant" is the state of mind he would have us
acquire. Complete ignorance - "A B C ignorance" is not wholly
bad; to think that one knows is much worse; but it is excellent to
have reached "the willing ignorance of those who know. " Let us
not try to climb impossible heights, but abide on the level of attain-
able good.
Such are the lessons he would have taught could he have
become didactic. Moderation in all things, but a moderation that
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accepts all heroisms as possible. If there seems to be an apparent
contradiction in this, it finds its corrective in his modest precept, "Do
thy deed and know thyself. " The "deed," the "doing," of each of us
according to his powers is the highest point we can ever reach. The
three "most excellent" men in his eyes were Homer and Alexander
the Great and Epaminondas: but his Psalm of Life would not bid us
"make our lives sublime," but make them wise and happy, contented
and resigned; wise with sobriety, happy with discretion, contented and
resigned, but not passive and idle. Thus this sage of the Renais-
sance, this humanist full of pagan reminiscences, reaches conclusions
which he himself phrases in the words of St. Paul: "Gloria nostra
est testimonium conscientiæ nostræ. "
Serenity, toleration in its broadest sense, not indifference, that is
the lesson we learn from the Essays. But even this vague definition
of their value is too narrow. The adopted daughter of Montaigne,
Mademoiselle de Gournay, said of him excellently, "Il désenseigne la
sottise" (he unteaches foolishness). We do not merely learn, but we
unlearn from him,- perhaps the greatest of benefits. We unlearn the
unwisdom of the foolish world.
It is scarcely more easy to put a label on the style in which the
Essays are written than on their contents. Its great charm lies in
its characteristic freedom, expressiveness, and clearness. Sometimes
eloquent, sometimes poetic and picturesque, it is always familiar.
But praise is checked by remembrance of Montaigne's saying that
he cared so much more for the meaning than the words, that when
he heard any one dwelling on the language of the Essays he would
rather they should be silent.
He did not aim at the distinction of being a great writer, still less
of being a great man. Yet he unquestionably takes a high place
among the representative men of humanity. But it is not as Mon-
taigne the Skeptic that he should be known, nor Montaigne the Ego-
tist, nor Montaigne the Epicurean; but as Montaigne the Sincere.
Zervines Böcher
BIBLIOGRAPHIC NOTE. - - Two books of his Essays were first pub-
lished in 1580; a third book was added in 1588. The first posthumous
edition, with additions by the author, appeared in 1595; most of the
modern editions follow this. The Journal of his travels was pub-
lished in 1774. The Essays were translated into English early in the
seventeenth century by John Florio; later by Charles Cotton. The
best and latest translation, that by William Carew Hazlitt, is based
on these.
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THE AUTHOR TO THE READER
From the Essays
R
EADER, loe here a well-meaning Booke. It doth at the first
entrance forewarne thee, that in contriving the same, I
have proposed unto my selfe no other than a familiar and
private end: I have no respect or consideration at all, either to
thy service, or to my glory; my forces are not capable of any
such desseigne. I have vowed the same to the particular com-
modity of my kinsfolks and friends: to the end, that losing me
(which they are likely to do ere long) they may therein find some
lineaments of my conditions and humours, and by that meanes
reserve more whole, and more lively foster, the knowledge and
acquaintance they have had of me. Had my intention beene
to forestal and purchase the worlds opinion and favour, I would
surely have adorned my selfe more quaintly, or kept a more
grave and solemne march. I desire therein to be delineated in
mine owne genuine, simple and ordinarie fashion, without conten-
tion, art or study; for it is my selfe I pourtray. My imperfections
shall therein be read to the life, and my naturall forme discerned,
so farre-forth as publike reverence hath permitted me. For if
my fortune had beene to have lived among those nations, which
yet are said to live under the sweet liberty of Natures first and
uncorrupted lawes, I assure thee, I would most willingly have
pourtrayed my selfe fully and naked. Thus, gentle Reader, my
selfe am the groundworke of my booke: It is then no reason
thou shouldest employ thy time about so frivolous and vaine a
Subject. Therefore farewell.
Translation of John Florio.
The first of March. 1580.
OF FRIENDSHIP
From the Essays>
the rest, which we commonly call Friends, and Friend-
Fships, are nothing but Acquaintance, and Familiarities,
either occasionally contracted, or upon some design, by
means of which, there happens some little intercourse betwixt
our Souls: but in the Friendship I speak of, they mix and work
themselves into one piece, with so universal a mixture, that there
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is no more sign of the Seame by which they were first conjoin'd.
If a Man should importune me to give a reason why I lov'd him
[Etienne de la Boëtic]; I find it could no otherwise be exprest,
than by making answer, because it was he, because it was I.
There is, beyond I am able to say, I know not what inexplicable
and fatal power that brought on this Union. We sought one
another long before we met, and by the Characters we heard of
one another, which wrought more upon our Affections, than in
reason, meer reports should do, I think by some secret appoint-
ment of Heaven, we embraced in our Names; and at our first
meeting, which was accidentally at a great City entertainment,
we found ourselves so mutually taken with one another, so ac-
quainted, and so endear'd betwixt our selves, that from thence-
forward nothing was so near to us as one another. He writ an
excellent Latin Satyr, which I since Printed, wherein he excuses
the precipitation of our intelligence, so suddenly come to perfec-
tion, saying, that being to have so short a continuance, as being
begun so late (for we were both full grown Men, and he some
Years the older), there was no time to lose; nor was ti'd to con-
form it self to the example of those slow and regular Friendships,
that require so many precautions of a long præliminary Conver-
sation. This has no other Idea, than that of its self; this is no
one particular consideration, nor two, nor three, nor four, nor a
thousand: 'tis I know not what quintessence of all this mixture,
which, seizing my whole Will, carried it to plunge and lose it self
in his, and that having seiz'd his whole Will, brought it back
with equal concurrence and appetite, to plunge and lose it self in
mine. I may truly say, lose, reserving nothing to our selves,
that was either his or mine.
Cotton's Translation, 1685.
OF BOOKS
From the Essays'
I
MAKE no doubt but that I often happen to speak of things
that are much better and more truly handled by those who
are masters of the trade. You have here purely an essay of
my natural parts, and not of those acquired: and whoever shall
catch me tripping in ignorance, will not in any sort get the bet-
ter of me; for I should be very unwilling to become responsible
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10243
to another for my writings, who am not so to myself, nor satis-
fied with them. Whoever goes in quest of knowledge, let him
fish for it where it is to be found; there is nothing I so little
profess. These are fancies of my own, by which I do not pre-
tend to discover things but to lay open myself; they may, per-
adventure, one day be known to me, or have formerly been,
according as fortune has been able to bring me in place where
they have been explained; but I have utterly forgotten it: and if
I am a man of some reading, I am a man of no retention; so
that I can promise no certainty, more than to make known to
what point the knowledge I now have has risen. Therefore, let
none lay stress upon the matter I write, but upon my method in
writing it. Let them observe, in what I borrow, if I have known
how to choose what is proper to raise or help the invention,
which is always my own. For I make others say for me, not
before but after me, what, either for want of language or want
of sense, I cannot myself so well express. I do not number my
borrowings, I weigh them; and had I designed to raise their
value by number, I had made them twice as many; they are all,
or within a very few, so famed and ancient authors, that they
seem, methinks, themselves sufficiently to tell who they are, with-
out giving me the trouble. In reasons, comparisons, and argu-
ments, if I transplant any into my own soil, and confound them
amongst my own, I purposely conceal the author, to awe the
temerity of those precipitate censors who fall upon all sorts of
writings, particularly the late ones, of men yet living, and in the
vulgar tongue which puts every one into a capacity of criticiz-
ing, and which seems to convict the conception and design as
vulgar also. I will have them give Plutarch a fillip on my nose,
and rail against Seneca when they think they rail at me.
I seek, in the reading of books, only to please myself, by an
honest diversion; or if I study, 'tis for no other science than what
treats of the knowledge of myself, and instructs me how to die
and how to live well.
·
"Has meus ad metas sudet oportet equus. "
I do not bite my nails about the difficulties I meet with in
my reading; after a charge or two, I give them over. Should I
insist upon them, I should both lose myself and time: for I have
an impatient understanding, that must be satisfied at first; what
*"Unto that goal my steed must needs make haste. "
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I do not discern at once, is by persistence rendered more obscure.
I do nothing without gayety; continuation and a too obstinate
endeavor darkens, stupefies, and tires my judgment. My sight is
confounded and dissipated with poring; I must withdraw it, and
defer my discovery to a new attempt; just as to judge rightly
of the lustre of scarlet, we are taught to pass the eye lightly
over it, and again to run it over at several sudden and reiter-
ated glances. If one book do not please me, I take another; and
never meddle with any, but at such times as I am weary of doing
nothing. I do not care for new ones, because the old seem fuller
and stronger; neither do I converse much with Greek authors,
because my judgment cannot do its work with imperfect intelli-
gence of the material.
But, to pursue the business of this essay, I have always
thought that, in poesy, Virgil, Lucretius, Catullus, and Horace
by many degrees excel the rest; and signally, Virgil in his
Georgics, which I look upon as the most accomplished piece in
poetry.
.
As to what concerns my other reading, that mixes a little
more profit with the pleasure; and whence I learn how to mar-
shal my opinions and conditions, the books that serve me to this
purpose are Plutarch (since he has been translated into French)
and Seneca. Both of these have this notable convenience suited
to my humor, that the knowledge I there seek is discoursed in
loose pieces, that do not require from me any trouble of reading
long, of which I am incapable. Such are the minor works of the
first and the epistles of the latter, which are the best and most
profiting of all their writings. 'Tis no great attempt to take one
of them in hand, and I give over at pleasure; for they have no
sequence or dependence upon one another. These authors, for
the most part, concur in useful and true opinions: and there is
this parallel betwixt them, that fortune brought them into the
world about the same century; they were both tutors to two
Roman emperors; both sought out from foreign countries; both
rich and both great men. Their instruction is the cream of
philosophy, and delivered after a plain and pertinent manner.
Plutarch is more uniform and constant; Seneca more various and
waving the last toiled and bent his whole strength to fortify
virtue against weakness, fear, and vicious appetites; the other
seems more to slight their power, and to disdain to alter his pace
and to stand upon his guard. Plutarch's opinions are Platonic,
gentle, and accommodated to civil society; those of the other are
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Stoical and Epicurean, more remote from the common use, but
in my opinion more individually commodious and more firm.
Seneca seems to lean a little to the tyranny of the emperors of
his time, and only seems; for I take it for certain that he speaks
against his judgment when he condemns the action of the gener-
ous murderers of Cæsar. Plutarch is frank throughout; Seneca
abounds with brisk touches and sallies, Plutarch with things that
heat and move you more: this contents and pays you better;
he guides us, the other pushes us on.
As to Cicero, those of his works that are most useful to my
design are they that treat of philosophy, especially moral. But
boldly to confess the truth (for since one has passed the barriers
of impudence, off with the bridle), his way of writing, and that
of all other long-winded authors, appears to me very tedious: for
his prefaces, definitions, divisions, and etymologies take up the
greatest part of his work; whatever there is of life and marrow
is smothered and lost in the long preparation. When I have
spent an hour in reading him, which is a great deal for me,-
and try to recollect what I have thence extracted of juice and
substance, for the most part I find nothing but wind; for he is
not yet come to the arguments that serve to his purpose, and to
the reasons that properly help to form the knot I seek. For me,
who only desire to become more wise, not more learned or elo-
quent, these logical and Aristotelian dispositions of parts are of
no use. I would have a man begin with the main proposition.
I know well enough what death and pleasure are: let no man
give himself the trouble to anatomize them for me. I look for
good and solid reasons, at the first dash, to instruct me how to
stand their shock; for which purpose neither grammatical subtle-
ties nor the quaint contexture of words are argumentations of
any use at all. I am for discourses that give the first charge
into the heart of the redoubt: his languish about the subject; they
are proper for the schools, for the bar, and for the pulpit, where
we have leisure to nod, and may awake a quarter of an hour after,
-time enough to find again the thread of the discourse. It is
necessary to speak after this manner to judges, whom a man has
a design to gain over, right or wrong; to children and common
people, to whom a man must say all, and see what will come
of it. I would not have an author make it his business to ren-
der me attentive.
I come already fully prepared from
my chamber.
I need no allurement, no invitation, no sauce;
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I eat the meat raw, so that instead of whetting my appetite by
these preparatives, they tire and pall it. Will the license of the
time excuse my sacrilegious boldness if I censure the dialogism
of Plato himself as also dull and heavy, too much stifling the
matter, and lament so much time lost by a man who had so
many better things to say, in so many long and needless pre-
liminary interlocutions? My ignorance will better excuse me, in
that I understand not Greek so well as to discern the beauty of
his language. I generally choose books that use sciences, not
such as only lead to them.
The historians are my right ball: for they are pleasant and
easy, and where man in general, the knowledge of whom I hunt
after, appears more vividly and entire than anywhere else: the
variety and truth of his internal qualities in gross and piecemeal,
the diversity of means by which he is united and knit, and the
accidents that threaten him. Now those that write lives, by
reason they insist more upon counsels than events, more upon
what sallies from within than upon what happens without, are
the most proper for my reading; and therefore, above all others,
Plutarch is the man for me.
Cæsar, in my opinion,
particularly deserves to be studied, not for the knowledge of
the history only, but for himself, so great an excellence and per-
fection he has above all the rest, though Sallust be one of the
number. In earnest I read this author with more reverence and
respect than is usually allowed to human writings: one while
considering him in his person, by his actions and miraculous
greatness, and another in the purity and inimitable polish of
his language, wherein he not only excels all other historians, as
Cicero confesses, but peradventure even Cicero himself; speak-
ing of his enemies with so much sincerity in his judgment, that
(the false colors with which he strives to palliate his evil cause,
and the ordure of his pestilent ambition, excepted) I think there
is no fault to be objected against him, saving this, that he speaks
too sparingly of himself,-seeing so many great things could
not have been performed under his conduct, but that his own
personal acts must necessarily have had a greater share in them
than he attributes to them.
Translation of William Carew Hazlitt.
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•
OF REPENTANCE
From the Essays'
O
THERS form man: I only report him; and represent a par-
ticular one, ill fashioned enough, and whom, if I had to
model him anew, I should certainly make something else
than what he is: but that's past recalling. Now, though the feat-
ures of my picture alter and change, 'tis not, however, unlike:
the world eternally turns round; all things therein are incessantly
moving,— the earth, the rocks of Caucasus, and the Pyramids of
Egypt, both by the public motion and their own. Even con-
stancy itself is no other but a slower and more languishing mo-
tion.
I must accommodate my history to the hour: I
may presently change, not only by fortune, but also by intention.
Could my soul once take footing, I would not essay but
resolve; but it is always learning and making trial.
I propose a life ordinary and without lustre; 'tis all one: all
moral philosophy may as well be applied to a common and pri-
vate life, as to one of richer composition; every man carries the
entire form of human condition. Authors communicate them-
selves to the people by some especial and extrinsic mark: I, the
first of any, by my universal being; as Michel de Montaigne, not
as a grammarian, a poet, or a lawyer. If the world find fault
that I speak too much of myself, I find fault that they do not
so much as think of themselves.
I have this, at least,
according to discipline, that never any man treated of a subject
he better understood and knew, than I what I have undertaken,
and that in this I am the most understanding man alive: sec-
ondly, that never any man penetrated farther into his matter,
nor better and more distinctly sifted the parts and sequences of
it, nor ever more exactly and fully arrived at the end he pro-
posed to himself. To perfect it, I need bring nothing but fidel-
ity to the work; and that is there, and the most pure and sincere
that is anywhere to be found. I speak truth, not so much as I
would, but as much as I dare: and I dare a little the more, as
I grow older; for methinks custom allows to age more liberty of
prating, and more indiscretion of talking of a man's self.
My book and I go hand in hand together. Elsewhere men may
commend or censure the work, without reference to the workman;
here they cannot: who touches the one, touches the other. .
I shall be happy beyond my desert, if I can obtain only thus
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much from the public approbation, as to make men of under-
standing perceive that I was capable of profiting by knowledge,
had I had it; and that I deserved to have been assisted by a
better memory.
Be pleased here to excuse what I often repeat, that I very
rarely repent, and that my conscience is satisfied with itself, not
as the conscience of an angel, or that of a horse, but as the con-
science of a man; always adding this clause,- not one of cere-
mony, but a true and real submission,- that I speak inquiring
and doubting, purely and simply referring myself to the com-
mon and accepted beliefs for the resolution. I do not teach, I
only relate.
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MONTESQUIEU
(1689-1755)
BY FRANCIS NEWTON THORPE
NTO whatever condition of life a man is born, he finds the
State made up. If he discovers that society is ever in a
flux, he will also discover that its foundations are laid deep.
The complexity of his surrounding may awaken his astonishment, his
acquiescence, or his resentment. With desire to know, he may work
out a political system of things and men. Its value to himself or to
others depends on his insight, his data, his conclusions.
These may
be narrow and limited. His intellection may remain only for a brief
time a part of his own little world. Or his may be the insight of
genius; his data, of the whole world; his conclusions, those of a
philosopher. He may have put into literary form for use and appli-
cation in that vast public business which we call government, the
experience of men in all ages, under different skies, and animated by
different conceptions of life.
Charles Louis de Secondat, Baron de la Brède et de Montesquieu,
was born at the château of La Brède, near Bordeaux in 1689. He
came of aristocratic stock on both sides, and inherited title, place,
and the life presidency of the Parliament of Bordeaux. With leisure,
money, scholarly tastes, and a great fondness for society, the young
man found life a delightful and instructive experience. At twenty-
five he was admitted counselor of the Parliament. At twenty-six he
married an heiress. At twenty-seven he found himself, by his uncle's
will, one of the richest and most influential men in the department.
And now, with the famous 'Persian Letters,' he began his serious
work in literature. This book was made up of correspondence be-
tween two imaginary Persians of high rank, supposed to be traveling
in Europe, and their friends at home.
I
WROTE to you, dear sister, and to all my other English corre-
spondents by the last ship, and only Heaven can tell when I
shall have another opportunity of sending to you; but I can-
not forbear to write again, though perhaps my letter may lie
upon my hands these two months. To confess the truth, my
head is so full of my entertainment yesterday, that 'tis absolutely
necessary for my own repose to give it some vent. Without
farther preface, I will then begin my story.
I was invited to dine with the Grand Vizier's lady; and it
was with a great deal of pleasure I prepared myself for an
entertainment which was never before given to any Christian. I
thought I should very little satisfy her curiosity (which I did not
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doubt was a considerable motive to the invitation) by going in
a dress she was used to see; and therefore dressed myself in the
court habit of Vienna, which is much more magnificent than
ours. However, I chose to go incognito, to avoid any disputes
about ceremony, and went in a Turkish coach, only attended.
by my woman that held up my train, and the Greek lady who
was my interpretess. I was met at the court door by her black
eunuch, who helped me out of the coach with great respect, and
conducted me through several rooms, where her she-slaves, finely
dressed, were ranged on each side. In the innermost I found
the lady sitting on her sofa, in a sable vest. She advanced to
meet me, and presented me half a dozen of her friends with
great civility. She seemed a very good-looking woman, near fifty
years old. I was surprised to observe so little magnificence in
her house, the furniture being all very moderate; and except
the habits and number of her slaves, nothing about her appeared
expensive. She guessed at my thoughts, and told me she was
no longer of an age to spend either her time or money in super-
fluities; that her whole expense was in charity, and her whole
employment praying to God. There was no affectation in this
speech; both she and her husband are entirely given up to
devotion. He never looks upon any other woman; and what is
more extraordinary, touches no bribes, notwithstanding the exam-
ple of all his predecessors. He is so scrupulous on this point, he
would not accept Mr. Wortley's present till he had been assured
over and over that it was a settled perquisite of his place at the
entrance of every ambassador.
She entertained me with all kind of civility till dinner came
in; which was served, one dish at a time, to a vast number, all
finely dressed after their manner,—which I don't think so bad as
you have perhaps heard it represented. I am a very good judge
of their eating, having lived three weeks in the house of an
effendi at Belgrade, who gave us very magnificent dinners, dressed
by his own cooks. The first week they pleased me extremely;
but I own I then began to grow weary of their table, and desired
our own cook might add a dish or two after our manner. But
I attribute this to custom, and am very much inclined to believe
that an Indian who had never tasted of either would prefer
their cookery to ours. Their sauces are very high, all the roast
very much done. They use a great deal of very rich spice. The
soup is served for the last dish; and they have at least as great
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who was
a variety of ragouts as we have. I was very sorry I could not
eat of as many as the good lady would have had me,
very earnest in serving me of everything. The treat concluded
with coffee and perfumes, which is a high mark of respect; ten
slaves, kneeling, censed my hair, clothes, and handkerchief. After
this ceremony, she commanded her slaves to play and dance,
which they did with their guitars in their hands; and she excused.
to me their want of skill, saying she took no care to accomplish
them in that art.
I returned her thanks, and soon after took my leave.
I was
conducted back in the same manner I entered, and would have
gone straight to my own house: but the Greek lady with me
earnestly solicited me to visit the kiyàya's lady; saying he was
the second officer in the empire, and ought indeed to be looked
upon as the first, the Grand Vizier having only the name, while
he exercised the authority. I had found so little diversion in the
Vizier's harem, that I had no mind to go into another. But her
importunity prevailed with me, and I am extremely glad I was
so complaisant.
All things here were with quite another air than at the Grand
Vizier's; and the very house confessed the difference between an
old devotee and a young beauty. It was nicely clean and mag-
nificent. I was met at the door by two black eunuchs, who led
me through a long gallery between two ranks of beautiful young
girls, with their hair finely plaited, almost hanging to their feet,
all dressed in fine light damasks, brocaded with silver.
I was
sorry that decency did not permit me to stop to consider them
nearer. But that thought was lost upon my entrance into a large
room, or rather a pavilion, built round with gilded sashes, which
were most of them thrown up; and the trees planted near them
gave an agreeable shade, which hindered the sun from being
troublesome. The jessamines and honeysuckles that twisted round
their trunks shed a soft perfume, increased by a white marble
fountain playing sweet water in the lower part of the room,
which fell into three or four basins with a pleasing sound. The
roof was painted with all sorts of flowers, falling out of gilded
baskets, that seemed tumbling down. On a sofa, raised three
steps, and covered with fine Persian carpets, sat the kiyàya's
lady, leaning on cushions of white satin, embroidered; and at her
feet sat two young girls about twelve years old, lovely as angels,
dressed perfectly rich, and almost covered with jewels. But they
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were hardly seen near the fair Fatima (for that is her name),
so much her beauty effaced everything I have seen,— nay, all that
has been called lovely, either in England or Germany. I must
own that I never saw anything so gloriously beautiful, nor can I
recollect a face that would have been taken notice of near hers.
She stood up to receive me, saluting me after their fashion, put-
ting her hand to her heart with a sweetness full of majesty, that
no court breeding could ever give. She ordered cushions to
be given me, and took care to place me in the corner, which is
the place of honor. I confess, though the Greek lady had before
given me a great opinion of her beauty, I was so struck with
admiration, that I could not for some time speak to her, being
wholly taken up in gazing. That surprising harmony of feat-
ures! that charming result of the whole! that exact proportion
of body! that lovely bloom of complexion unsullied by art! the
unutterable enchantment of her smile! But her eyes-large and
black, with all the soft languishment of the blue! every turn of
her face discovering some new grace.
After my first surprise was over, I endeavored, by nicely
examining her face, to find out some imperfection: without any
fruit of my search but my being clearly convinced of the error
of that vulgar notion that a face exactly proportioned and per-
fectly beautiful would not be agreeable; nature having done for
her with more success, what Apelles is said to have essayed by
a collection of the most exact features, to form a perfect face.
Add to all this a behavior so full of grace and sweetness, such
easy motions, with an air so majestic, yet free from stiffness or
affectation, that I am persuaded,-could she be suddenly trans-
ported upon the most polite throne in Europe, nobody would
think her other than born and bred to be a queen, though edu-
cated in a country we call barbarous. To say all in a word, our
most celebrated English beauties would vanish near her.
She was dressed in a caftán of gold brocade, flowered with
silver, very well fitted to her shape, and showing to admiration
the beauty of her bosom, only shaded by the thin gauze of her
shift. Her drawers were pale pink, her waistcoat green and
silver, her slippers white satin, finely embroidered; her lovely
arms adorned with bracelets of diamonds, and her broad girdle
set round with diamonds; upon her head a rich Turkish handker-
chief of pink and silver, her own fine black hair hanging a great
length in various tresses, and on one side of her head some
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bodkins of jewels. I am afraid you will accuse me of extrava-
gance in this description. I think I have read somewhere that
women always speak in rapture when they speak of beauty, and
I cannot imagine why they should not be allowed to do so. I
rather think it a virtue to be able to admire without any mixture
of desire or envy.
The gravest writers have spoken with great
warmth of some celebrated pictures and statues. The workman-
ship of Heaven certainly excels all our weak imitations, and I
think has a much better claim to our praise. For my part, I
am not ashamed to own I took more pleasure in looking on the
beauteous Fatima, than the finest piece of sculpture could have
given me.
TO THE ABBÉ X-
CONSTANTINOPLE, May 19th, O. S. , 1718.
You
see, sir, these people are not so unpolished as we represent
them. 'Tis true their magnificence is of a very different
taste from ours, and perhaps of a better. I am almost of
opinion they have a right notion of life. They consume it in
music, gardens, wine, and delicate eating, while we are tormenting
our brains with some scheme of politics, or studying some science
which we can never attain, or if we do, cannot persuade other
people to set that value upon it we do ourselves. 'Tis certain
what we feel and see is properly (if anything is properly) our own:
but the good of fame, the folly of praise, are hardly purchased;
and when obtained, a poor recompense for loss of time and health.
We die or grow old before we can reap the fruit of our labors.
Considering what short-lived, weak animals men are, is there any
study so beneficial as the study of present pleasure? I dare not
pursue this theme; perhaps I have already said too much, but I
depend upon the true knowledge you have of my heart. I don't
expect from you the inspired railleries I should suffer from
another in answer to this letter. You know how to divide the
idea of pleasure from that of vice, and they are only mingled in
the heads of fools. But I allow you to laugh at me for the sen-
sual declaration, in saying that I had rather be a rich effendi with
all his ignorance, than Sir Isaac Newton with all his knowledge!
I am, sir, &c. , &c.
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TO THE COUNTESS OF MAR
CAVENDISH SQUARE,- 1725.
I
AM very glad, dear sister, to hear you mention our meeting
in London. We are much mistaken here as to our ideas
of Paris: to hear that gallantry has forsaken it, sounds as
extraordinary to me as a want of ice in Greenland. We have
nothing but ugly faces in this country, but more lovers than ever.
There are but three pretty men in England, and they are all in
love with me at this present writing. This will surprise you
extremely; but if you were to see the reigning girls at present,
I will assure you there is little difference between them and old
women. I have been embourbé in family affairs for this last
fortnight. Lady F. Pierrepont, having £400 per annum for her
maintenance, has awakened the consciences of half her relations
to take care of her education: and (excepting myself) they have
all been squabbling about her; and squabble to this day. My
sister Gower carries her off to-morrow morning to Staffordshire.
The lies, twattles, and contrivances about this affair are innumer-
able. I should pity the poor girl, if I saw she pitied herself.
The Duke of Kingston is in France, but is not to go to the cap-
ital: so much for that branch of your family. My blessed off-
spring has already made a great noise in the world.
That young
rake, my son, took to his heels t'other day, and transported his
person to Oxford; being in his own opinion thoroughly qualified
for the University. After a good deal of search, we found and
reduced him, much against his will, to the humble condition of a
schoolboy. It happens very luckily that the sobriety and discre-
tion is of my daughter's side; I am sorry the ugliness is so too,
for my son grows extremely handsome.
I don't hear much of Mrs. Murray's despair on the death of
poor Gibby, and I saw her dance at a ball where I was two days
before his death. I have a vast many pleasantries to tell you,
and some that will make your hair stand on an end with won-
der. Adieu, dear sister: conservez-moi l'honneur de votre amitié,
et croyez que je suis toute à vous.
CAVENDISH SQUARE,-1727.
I cannot deny but that I was very well diverted on the
Coronation Day. I saw the procession much at my ease, in a
house which I filled with my own company, and then got into
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Westminster Hall without trouble, where it was very entertain-
ing to observe the variety of airs that all meant the same thing.
The business of every walker there was to conceal vanity and
gain admiration. For these purposes some languished and others
strutted; but a visible satisfaction was diffused over every coun-
tenance as soon as the coronet was clapped on the head. But
she that drew the greatest number of eyes was indisputably Lady
Orkney. She exposed behind, a mixture of fat and wrinkles;
and before, a very considerable protuberance which preceded her.
Add to this, the inimitable roll of her eyes, and her gray hairs,
which by good fortune stood directly upright, and 'tis impossible
to imagine a more delightful spectacle. She had embellished all
this with considerable magnificence, which made her look as big
again as usual; and I should have thought her one of the largest
things of God's making if my Lady St. J-n had not displayed
all her charms in honor of the day. The poor Duchess of M-se
crept along, with a dozen of black snakes playing round her face;
and my lady P-nd (who is fallen away since her dismission from
court) represented very finely an Egyptian mummy embroidered
over with hieroglyphics. In general, I could not perceive but
that the old were as well pleased as the young; and I, who dread
growing wise more than anything in the world, was overjoyed
to find that one can never outlive one's vanity. I have never
received the long letter you talk of, and am afraid you have only
fancied that you wrote it. Adieu, dear sister; I am affectionately
yours,
M. W. M.
TO THE COUNTESS OF BUTE
LOUVÈRE, February 19th, N. S. , 1753.
My Dear Child:
I
GAVE you some general thoughts on the education of your
children in my last letter; but fearing you should think I
neglected your request, by answering it with too much con-
ciseness, I am resolved to add to it what little I know on that
subject, and which may perhaps be useful to you in a concern
with which you seem so nearly affected.
People commonly educate their children as they build their
houses, according to
according to some plan they think beautiful, without
considering whether it is suited to the purposes for which they
are designed. Almost all girls of quality are educated as if they
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were to be great ladies, which is often as little to be expected
as an immoderate heat of the sun in the north of Scotland. You
should teach yours to confine their desires to probabilities, to
be as useful as is possible to themselves, and to think privacy
(as it is) the happiest state of life. I do not doubt your giving
them all the instructions necessary to form them to a virtuous
life; but 'tis a fatal mistake to do this without proper restric-
tions. Vices are often hid under the name of virtues, and the
practice of them followed by the worst of consequences. Sincer-
ity, friendship, piety, disinterestedness, and generosity are all
great virtues; but pursued without discretion become criminal.
I have seen ladies indulge their own ill-humor by being very
rude and impertinent, and think they deserved approbation by
saying, "I love to speak truth. " One of your acquaintances made
a ball the next day after her mother died, to show she was sin-
cere! I believe your own reflection will furnish you with but too
many examples of the ill effects of the rest of the sentiments I
have mentioned, when too warmly embraced. They are generally
recommended to young people without limits or distinction; and
this prejudice hurries them into great misfortunes, while they
are applauding themselves in the noble practice (as they fancy)
of very eminent virtues.
I cannot help adding (out of my real affection to you) that I
wish you would moderate that fondness you have for your child-
ren. I do not mean that you should abate any part of your care,
or not do your duty to them in its utmost extent; but I would
have you early prepare yourself for disappointments, which are
heavy in proportion to their being surprising. It is hardly possi-
ble, in such a number, that none should be unhappy; prepare
yourself against a misfortune of that kind. I confess there is
hardly any more difficult to support; yet it is certain, imagina-
tion has a great share in the pain of it, and it is more in our
power than it is commonly believed, to soften whatever ills are
founded or augmented by fancy. Strictly speaking, there is but
one real evil,-I mean acute pain; all other complaints are so
considerably diminished by time, that it is plain the grief is
owing to our passion, since the sensation of it vanishes when
that is over.
There is another mistake I forgot to mention, usual in moth-
ers: if any of their daughters are beauties, they take great pains
to persuade them that they are ugly, or at least that they think
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so; which the young woman never fails to believe springs from
envy, and is perhaps not much in the wrong.
I would, if pos-
sible, give them a just notion of their figure, and show them
how far it is valuable. Every advantage has its price, and may
be either over- or undervalued. It is the common doctrine of
what are called good books, to inspire a contempt of beauty,
riches, greatness, &c. ; which has done as much mischief among
the young of our sex as an over-eager desire of them.
Why
they should not look on these things as blessings where they
are bestowed, though not necessaries that it is impossible to be
happy without, I cannot conceive. I am persuaded the ruin of
Lady FM was in great measure owing to the notions
given her by the good people that had the care of her; —'tis
true, her circumstances and your daughters' are very different.
They should be taught to be content with privacy, and yet not
neglect good fortune if it should be offered them.
I am afraid I have tired you with my instructions. I do not
give them as believing my age has furnished me with superior
wisdom, but in compliance with your desire, and being fond of
every opportunity that gives a proof of the tenderness with which
I am ever
Your affectionate mother,
M. WORTLEY.
I should be glad if you sent me the third volume of Camp-
bell's 'Architecture,' and with it any other entertaining books.
I have seen the Duchess of Marlborough's 'Memoirs,' but should
be glad of the 'Apology for a Late Resignation. ' As to the ale,
'tis now so late in the year, it is impossible it should come good.
You do not mention your father; my last letter from him told
me he intended soon for England.
FROM A LETTER TO THE COUNTESS OF BUTE
LOUVÈRE, March 6, 1753.
I
CAN truly affirm, I never deceived anybody in my life, ex-
cepting (which I confess has often happened undesigned) by
speaking plainly; as Earl Stanhope used to say, during his
ministry, he always imposed on the foreign ministers by telling
them the naked truth,- which as they thought impossible to
come from the mouth of a statesman, they never failed to write
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information to their respective courts directly contrary to the
assurances he gave them. Most people confound the ideas of
sense and cunning, though there are really no two things in
nature more opposite: it is in part from this false reasoning, the
unjust custom prevails of debarring our sex from the advantages
of learning, the men fancying the improvement of our under-
standings would only furnish us with more art to deceive them,
which is directly contrary to the truth. Fools are always enter-
prising, not seeing the difficulties of deceit or the ill consequences
of detection. I could give many examples of ladies whose ill
conduct has been very notorious, which has been owing to that
ignorance which has exposed them to idleness, which is justly
called the mother of mischief. There is nothing so like the edu-
cation of a woman of quality as that of a prince: they are taught
to dance, and the exterior part of what is called good breeding,
- which if they attain, they are extraordinary creatures in their
kind, and have all the accomplishments required by their direct-
ors. The same characters are formed by the same lessons: which
inclines me to think (if I dare say it) that nature has not placed
us in an inferior rank to men, no more than the females of
other animals, where we see no distinction of capacity; though
I am persuaded, if there was a commonwealth of rational horses,
as Doctor Swift has supposed, it would be an established maxim
among them that a mare could not be taught to pace.
-
TO THE COUNTESS OF BUTE
SEPTEMBER 30th, 1757.
D
AUGHTER! daughter! don't call names: you are always abusing
my pleasures, which is what no mortal will bear. Trash,
lumber, sad stuff, are the titles you give to my favorite
amusement. If I called a white staff a stick of wood, a gold key
gilded brass, and the ensigns of illustrious orders colored strings,
this may be philosophically true, but would be very ill received.
We have all our playthings: happy are they that can be con-
tented with those they can obtain; those hours are spent in the
wisest manner that can easiest shade the ills of life, and are the
least productive of ill consequences. I think my time better em-
ployed in reading the adventures of imaginary people, than the
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Duchess of Marlborough's, who passed the latter years of her life
in paddling with her will, and contriving schemes of plaguing
some and extracting praise from others, to no purpose; eter-
nally disappointed and eternally fretting. The active scenes are
over at my age. I indulge, with all the art I can, my love for
reading. If I would confine it to valuable books, they are almost
as rare as valuable men. I must be content with what I can
find. As I approach a second childhood, I endeavor to enter
into the pleasures of it. Your youngest son is perhaps at this
very moment riding on a poker with great delight; not at all
regretting that it is not a gold one, and much less wishing it an
Arabian horse, which he would not know how to manage. I am
reading an idle tale, not expecting wit or truth in it; and am very
glad it is not metaphysics to puzzle my judgment, or history to
mislead my opinion. He fortifies his health by exercise: I calm
my cares by oblivion. The methods may appear low to busy
people; but if he improves his strength, and I forget my infirmi-
ties, we attain very desirable ends.
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MICHEL EYQUEM DE MONTAIGNE
(1533-1592)
BY FERDINAND BOCHER
M
ONTAIGNE tells us: "If I am talked of, I wish that it should
be truthfully and accurately. I should willingly return from
the other world to contradict him who should represent
me other than I was, even were it to do me honor. " And in his
own writings he has left a more truthful portrait of himself than any
other hand could paint.
Were he to return to the world he might well be dissatisfied; for
he would find himself variously pictured - untruthfully and inaccu-
rately as the type of the egotist, of the skeptic, of the epicurean.
But with his keen eyes he would soon see that he himself was the
originator of these false impressions. The truth is, his sincerity has
been misunderstood. He has been taken at his word by a too literal
world, that has transformed his absence of ambition into a desire for
inaction, his independence of thought into the denial of received
truths, his intelligent analysis of his own nature into a disrespect for
human nature, and the humorous sketches of his conditions into
commonplace vanity.
We need not read a biography of Montaigne to know him. He is
all in his Essays. The more important events of his life are told or
suggested in them. His inmost thoughts, his feelings, the good and
bad of his character, its strength and its weaknesses, are all revealed
in these pages.
"I am myself the subject of my book," he says
truly. No other writer has ever so made himself the centre from
which radiates, and to which converges, all that he touches upon.
His book, in his own phrase again, is "consubstantial" with himself.
Yet he never paints a carefully studied full-length portrait of
We learn to know him only by becoming his companion,-
by becoming intimate with him. All he tells us comes by the way,
not in any formal sequence, but as occasion presents itself.
At one
moment he speaks of his great-grandfather, Ramon Eyquem, he who
bought the Château de Montaigne, whence the name. Elsewhere
he tells us not only the year of his birth, 1533, but the day and the
precise hour. From his own conditions as mayor of Bordeaux, he
passes to comments on his father's attitude in the same office. Some
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of the tenderest pages in the Essays are devoted to this "kind
father," "the best father that ever was," who, carrying out peculiar
ideas of his own, had Michel pass his earliest years among peasants,
made him learn Latin before he did French, and woke him in the
morning by music. Many of these facts of his childhood are nar-
rated to enforce Montaigne's own ideas on education; which were
far beyond those of his age, and all of which have not even yet been
put into practice.
The physical details of his existence he speaks of with a frequency
and freedom to which nineteenth-century readers are not accustomed;
nor is he less open regarding his personal habits and humors. He
tells us with pleasant garrulity how he loved to talk and joke with
his friends, what an indolent dreamer he was in his library, and
yet what an eager traveler in foreign countries, even to the verge of
old age. His love of books, even while he asserts that he was little
of a reader, his special admiration for Plutarch, his thoughts about
death, illness, and old age, his hatred of medicine, his detestation of
deceit, his ignorances and awkwardnesses, his lack of memory, his
dislike of ceremonious customs, his conservatism, his pride, his over-
carefulness about money at one time and his over-carelessness at
another, his dislike of "affairs," of trouble of any kind, his more
than dislike of restraint, his thoughtful hours in his solitary tower
away from all the servitudes of life,-these topics, and such as these,
are all touched upon incidentally, and often illustrated by a quotation
from Horace or Seneca.
But there are other passages which are illustrated-and could
only be illustrated-by quotations from Plato. For the most part
these were written in his later years, and this is one of the many
proofs of the constant deepening and enriching of his thought. The
serious interest he took in the complicated public affairs of his time
turned his attention to questions regarding government, laws, beliefs,
and crimes; which unquestionably concerned himself as a citizen and
as a thinker, but which he considered from an admirably unpreju-
diced and impersonal point of view.
Thus we find that when Montaigne tells us he studies only him-
self, we must not take him too literally. He smiles behind the
words. His Gascon vivacity is far removed from all formality and
precision, and he makes no effort to be consistent, knowing that what
he thinks to-day he may condemn to-morrow; for "man is an ani-
mal unstable and varying. " But it is man, not himself alone, that
he depicts, and the knowledge he seeks is of man in general. And
he finds that knowledge is to be gained chiefly, but not only, by
studying himself. "This long attention," he said, "that I devote to
considering myself, trains me to judge also tolerably well of others;
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it often happens to me to see and distinguish more exactly the con-
ditions of my friends than they do themselves. " It is this blending
of insight, whether about himself or about others, with the power of
judging beyond all mere personality, that called forth Pascal's say-
ing: "It is not in Montaigne but in myself that I find all I see in
him. "
Many of Montaigne's best years he passed in active life, singularly
open to all social pleasures, with ardent affections that found a re-
sponse from his friend La Boëtie; who, dying only four years after
they had met, was constantly present to Montaigne's thought, and
was often nobly spoken of by him, during the thirty years that he
survived him.
It was only at the age of thirty-eight that Montaigne retired, as it
were, within himself; and closing "the great book of the world" he
had been reading, gave himself up deliberately to companionship with
the ancient authors familiar to him in youth, and always loved, and
to that self-analysis, never morbid or declamatory, which gradually
led him to the serene acceptance of things as they are, that manifests
itself more and more as we advance in the Essays.
-
This is not the mood of a skeptic-taking the word, as it is now
generally understood, to imply an absence of faith. Used in its prim-
itive sense, it may be applied to Montaigne. He was essentially an
examiner. He could see many sides in any matter he was consider-
ing, and they were all so vivid to him that the result was the ques-
tion, "Que sçais-je ? " which might be paraphrased, Who knows? Of
every form of dogmatism he was the enemy - the skeptical enemy.
But a man with such a high faith in human nature, and its possi-
ble development, as Montaigne shows himself to possess whenever he
touches on education, friendship, virtue, the true use of knowledge
and the true objects of life,- a man who admires the heroic side of
humanity as profoundly as he does, is no skeptic. The terrible
effects in his own day of religious and political intolerance, had forced
home on him the danger that lies in the imperative assertion of gen-
eral philosophical or moral conceptions; and it might perhaps be said
of him that for his age he was an agnostic, for he is almost dogmatic
about one thing alone, namely that on many points we must accept
the uncertainty of ignorance. His latent and sincere Catholicism re-
moved him far from what the term "agnostic" denotes to-day; but
to be "knowingly ignorant" is the state of mind he would have us
acquire. Complete ignorance - "A B C ignorance" is not wholly
bad; to think that one knows is much worse; but it is excellent to
have reached "the willing ignorance of those who know. " Let us
not try to climb impossible heights, but abide on the level of attain-
able good.
Such are the lessons he would have taught could he have
become didactic. Moderation in all things, but a moderation that
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accepts all heroisms as possible. If there seems to be an apparent
contradiction in this, it finds its corrective in his modest precept, "Do
thy deed and know thyself. " The "deed," the "doing," of each of us
according to his powers is the highest point we can ever reach. The
three "most excellent" men in his eyes were Homer and Alexander
the Great and Epaminondas: but his Psalm of Life would not bid us
"make our lives sublime," but make them wise and happy, contented
and resigned; wise with sobriety, happy with discretion, contented and
resigned, but not passive and idle. Thus this sage of the Renais-
sance, this humanist full of pagan reminiscences, reaches conclusions
which he himself phrases in the words of St. Paul: "Gloria nostra
est testimonium conscientiæ nostræ. "
Serenity, toleration in its broadest sense, not indifference, that is
the lesson we learn from the Essays. But even this vague definition
of their value is too narrow. The adopted daughter of Montaigne,
Mademoiselle de Gournay, said of him excellently, "Il désenseigne la
sottise" (he unteaches foolishness). We do not merely learn, but we
unlearn from him,- perhaps the greatest of benefits. We unlearn the
unwisdom of the foolish world.
It is scarcely more easy to put a label on the style in which the
Essays are written than on their contents. Its great charm lies in
its characteristic freedom, expressiveness, and clearness. Sometimes
eloquent, sometimes poetic and picturesque, it is always familiar.
But praise is checked by remembrance of Montaigne's saying that
he cared so much more for the meaning than the words, that when
he heard any one dwelling on the language of the Essays he would
rather they should be silent.
He did not aim at the distinction of being a great writer, still less
of being a great man. Yet he unquestionably takes a high place
among the representative men of humanity. But it is not as Mon-
taigne the Skeptic that he should be known, nor Montaigne the Ego-
tist, nor Montaigne the Epicurean; but as Montaigne the Sincere.
Zervines Böcher
BIBLIOGRAPHIC NOTE. - - Two books of his Essays were first pub-
lished in 1580; a third book was added in 1588. The first posthumous
edition, with additions by the author, appeared in 1595; most of the
modern editions follow this. The Journal of his travels was pub-
lished in 1774. The Essays were translated into English early in the
seventeenth century by John Florio; later by Charles Cotton. The
best and latest translation, that by William Carew Hazlitt, is based
on these.
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THE AUTHOR TO THE READER
From the Essays
R
EADER, loe here a well-meaning Booke. It doth at the first
entrance forewarne thee, that in contriving the same, I
have proposed unto my selfe no other than a familiar and
private end: I have no respect or consideration at all, either to
thy service, or to my glory; my forces are not capable of any
such desseigne. I have vowed the same to the particular com-
modity of my kinsfolks and friends: to the end, that losing me
(which they are likely to do ere long) they may therein find some
lineaments of my conditions and humours, and by that meanes
reserve more whole, and more lively foster, the knowledge and
acquaintance they have had of me. Had my intention beene
to forestal and purchase the worlds opinion and favour, I would
surely have adorned my selfe more quaintly, or kept a more
grave and solemne march. I desire therein to be delineated in
mine owne genuine, simple and ordinarie fashion, without conten-
tion, art or study; for it is my selfe I pourtray. My imperfections
shall therein be read to the life, and my naturall forme discerned,
so farre-forth as publike reverence hath permitted me. For if
my fortune had beene to have lived among those nations, which
yet are said to live under the sweet liberty of Natures first and
uncorrupted lawes, I assure thee, I would most willingly have
pourtrayed my selfe fully and naked. Thus, gentle Reader, my
selfe am the groundworke of my booke: It is then no reason
thou shouldest employ thy time about so frivolous and vaine a
Subject. Therefore farewell.
Translation of John Florio.
The first of March. 1580.
OF FRIENDSHIP
From the Essays>
the rest, which we commonly call Friends, and Friend-
Fships, are nothing but Acquaintance, and Familiarities,
either occasionally contracted, or upon some design, by
means of which, there happens some little intercourse betwixt
our Souls: but in the Friendship I speak of, they mix and work
themselves into one piece, with so universal a mixture, that there
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is no more sign of the Seame by which they were first conjoin'd.
If a Man should importune me to give a reason why I lov'd him
[Etienne de la Boëtic]; I find it could no otherwise be exprest,
than by making answer, because it was he, because it was I.
There is, beyond I am able to say, I know not what inexplicable
and fatal power that brought on this Union. We sought one
another long before we met, and by the Characters we heard of
one another, which wrought more upon our Affections, than in
reason, meer reports should do, I think by some secret appoint-
ment of Heaven, we embraced in our Names; and at our first
meeting, which was accidentally at a great City entertainment,
we found ourselves so mutually taken with one another, so ac-
quainted, and so endear'd betwixt our selves, that from thence-
forward nothing was so near to us as one another. He writ an
excellent Latin Satyr, which I since Printed, wherein he excuses
the precipitation of our intelligence, so suddenly come to perfec-
tion, saying, that being to have so short a continuance, as being
begun so late (for we were both full grown Men, and he some
Years the older), there was no time to lose; nor was ti'd to con-
form it self to the example of those slow and regular Friendships,
that require so many precautions of a long præliminary Conver-
sation. This has no other Idea, than that of its self; this is no
one particular consideration, nor two, nor three, nor four, nor a
thousand: 'tis I know not what quintessence of all this mixture,
which, seizing my whole Will, carried it to plunge and lose it self
in his, and that having seiz'd his whole Will, brought it back
with equal concurrence and appetite, to plunge and lose it self in
mine. I may truly say, lose, reserving nothing to our selves,
that was either his or mine.
Cotton's Translation, 1685.
OF BOOKS
From the Essays'
I
MAKE no doubt but that I often happen to speak of things
that are much better and more truly handled by those who
are masters of the trade. You have here purely an essay of
my natural parts, and not of those acquired: and whoever shall
catch me tripping in ignorance, will not in any sort get the bet-
ter of me; for I should be very unwilling to become responsible
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to another for my writings, who am not so to myself, nor satis-
fied with them. Whoever goes in quest of knowledge, let him
fish for it where it is to be found; there is nothing I so little
profess. These are fancies of my own, by which I do not pre-
tend to discover things but to lay open myself; they may, per-
adventure, one day be known to me, or have formerly been,
according as fortune has been able to bring me in place where
they have been explained; but I have utterly forgotten it: and if
I am a man of some reading, I am a man of no retention; so
that I can promise no certainty, more than to make known to
what point the knowledge I now have has risen. Therefore, let
none lay stress upon the matter I write, but upon my method in
writing it. Let them observe, in what I borrow, if I have known
how to choose what is proper to raise or help the invention,
which is always my own. For I make others say for me, not
before but after me, what, either for want of language or want
of sense, I cannot myself so well express. I do not number my
borrowings, I weigh them; and had I designed to raise their
value by number, I had made them twice as many; they are all,
or within a very few, so famed and ancient authors, that they
seem, methinks, themselves sufficiently to tell who they are, with-
out giving me the trouble. In reasons, comparisons, and argu-
ments, if I transplant any into my own soil, and confound them
amongst my own, I purposely conceal the author, to awe the
temerity of those precipitate censors who fall upon all sorts of
writings, particularly the late ones, of men yet living, and in the
vulgar tongue which puts every one into a capacity of criticiz-
ing, and which seems to convict the conception and design as
vulgar also. I will have them give Plutarch a fillip on my nose,
and rail against Seneca when they think they rail at me.
I seek, in the reading of books, only to please myself, by an
honest diversion; or if I study, 'tis for no other science than what
treats of the knowledge of myself, and instructs me how to die
and how to live well.
·
"Has meus ad metas sudet oportet equus. "
I do not bite my nails about the difficulties I meet with in
my reading; after a charge or two, I give them over. Should I
insist upon them, I should both lose myself and time: for I have
an impatient understanding, that must be satisfied at first; what
*"Unto that goal my steed must needs make haste. "
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I do not discern at once, is by persistence rendered more obscure.
I do nothing without gayety; continuation and a too obstinate
endeavor darkens, stupefies, and tires my judgment. My sight is
confounded and dissipated with poring; I must withdraw it, and
defer my discovery to a new attempt; just as to judge rightly
of the lustre of scarlet, we are taught to pass the eye lightly
over it, and again to run it over at several sudden and reiter-
ated glances. If one book do not please me, I take another; and
never meddle with any, but at such times as I am weary of doing
nothing. I do not care for new ones, because the old seem fuller
and stronger; neither do I converse much with Greek authors,
because my judgment cannot do its work with imperfect intelli-
gence of the material.
But, to pursue the business of this essay, I have always
thought that, in poesy, Virgil, Lucretius, Catullus, and Horace
by many degrees excel the rest; and signally, Virgil in his
Georgics, which I look upon as the most accomplished piece in
poetry.
.
As to what concerns my other reading, that mixes a little
more profit with the pleasure; and whence I learn how to mar-
shal my opinions and conditions, the books that serve me to this
purpose are Plutarch (since he has been translated into French)
and Seneca. Both of these have this notable convenience suited
to my humor, that the knowledge I there seek is discoursed in
loose pieces, that do not require from me any trouble of reading
long, of which I am incapable. Such are the minor works of the
first and the epistles of the latter, which are the best and most
profiting of all their writings. 'Tis no great attempt to take one
of them in hand, and I give over at pleasure; for they have no
sequence or dependence upon one another. These authors, for
the most part, concur in useful and true opinions: and there is
this parallel betwixt them, that fortune brought them into the
world about the same century; they were both tutors to two
Roman emperors; both sought out from foreign countries; both
rich and both great men. Their instruction is the cream of
philosophy, and delivered after a plain and pertinent manner.
Plutarch is more uniform and constant; Seneca more various and
waving the last toiled and bent his whole strength to fortify
virtue against weakness, fear, and vicious appetites; the other
seems more to slight their power, and to disdain to alter his pace
and to stand upon his guard. Plutarch's opinions are Platonic,
gentle, and accommodated to civil society; those of the other are
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Stoical and Epicurean, more remote from the common use, but
in my opinion more individually commodious and more firm.
Seneca seems to lean a little to the tyranny of the emperors of
his time, and only seems; for I take it for certain that he speaks
against his judgment when he condemns the action of the gener-
ous murderers of Cæsar. Plutarch is frank throughout; Seneca
abounds with brisk touches and sallies, Plutarch with things that
heat and move you more: this contents and pays you better;
he guides us, the other pushes us on.
As to Cicero, those of his works that are most useful to my
design are they that treat of philosophy, especially moral. But
boldly to confess the truth (for since one has passed the barriers
of impudence, off with the bridle), his way of writing, and that
of all other long-winded authors, appears to me very tedious: for
his prefaces, definitions, divisions, and etymologies take up the
greatest part of his work; whatever there is of life and marrow
is smothered and lost in the long preparation. When I have
spent an hour in reading him, which is a great deal for me,-
and try to recollect what I have thence extracted of juice and
substance, for the most part I find nothing but wind; for he is
not yet come to the arguments that serve to his purpose, and to
the reasons that properly help to form the knot I seek. For me,
who only desire to become more wise, not more learned or elo-
quent, these logical and Aristotelian dispositions of parts are of
no use. I would have a man begin with the main proposition.
I know well enough what death and pleasure are: let no man
give himself the trouble to anatomize them for me. I look for
good and solid reasons, at the first dash, to instruct me how to
stand their shock; for which purpose neither grammatical subtle-
ties nor the quaint contexture of words are argumentations of
any use at all. I am for discourses that give the first charge
into the heart of the redoubt: his languish about the subject; they
are proper for the schools, for the bar, and for the pulpit, where
we have leisure to nod, and may awake a quarter of an hour after,
-time enough to find again the thread of the discourse. It is
necessary to speak after this manner to judges, whom a man has
a design to gain over, right or wrong; to children and common
people, to whom a man must say all, and see what will come
of it. I would not have an author make it his business to ren-
der me attentive.
I come already fully prepared from
my chamber.
I need no allurement, no invitation, no sauce;
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I eat the meat raw, so that instead of whetting my appetite by
these preparatives, they tire and pall it. Will the license of the
time excuse my sacrilegious boldness if I censure the dialogism
of Plato himself as also dull and heavy, too much stifling the
matter, and lament so much time lost by a man who had so
many better things to say, in so many long and needless pre-
liminary interlocutions? My ignorance will better excuse me, in
that I understand not Greek so well as to discern the beauty of
his language. I generally choose books that use sciences, not
such as only lead to them.
The historians are my right ball: for they are pleasant and
easy, and where man in general, the knowledge of whom I hunt
after, appears more vividly and entire than anywhere else: the
variety and truth of his internal qualities in gross and piecemeal,
the diversity of means by which he is united and knit, and the
accidents that threaten him. Now those that write lives, by
reason they insist more upon counsels than events, more upon
what sallies from within than upon what happens without, are
the most proper for my reading; and therefore, above all others,
Plutarch is the man for me.
Cæsar, in my opinion,
particularly deserves to be studied, not for the knowledge of
the history only, but for himself, so great an excellence and per-
fection he has above all the rest, though Sallust be one of the
number. In earnest I read this author with more reverence and
respect than is usually allowed to human writings: one while
considering him in his person, by his actions and miraculous
greatness, and another in the purity and inimitable polish of
his language, wherein he not only excels all other historians, as
Cicero confesses, but peradventure even Cicero himself; speak-
ing of his enemies with so much sincerity in his judgment, that
(the false colors with which he strives to palliate his evil cause,
and the ordure of his pestilent ambition, excepted) I think there
is no fault to be objected against him, saving this, that he speaks
too sparingly of himself,-seeing so many great things could
not have been performed under his conduct, but that his own
personal acts must necessarily have had a greater share in them
than he attributes to them.
Translation of William Carew Hazlitt.
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•
OF REPENTANCE
From the Essays'
O
THERS form man: I only report him; and represent a par-
ticular one, ill fashioned enough, and whom, if I had to
model him anew, I should certainly make something else
than what he is: but that's past recalling. Now, though the feat-
ures of my picture alter and change, 'tis not, however, unlike:
the world eternally turns round; all things therein are incessantly
moving,— the earth, the rocks of Caucasus, and the Pyramids of
Egypt, both by the public motion and their own. Even con-
stancy itself is no other but a slower and more languishing mo-
tion.
I must accommodate my history to the hour: I
may presently change, not only by fortune, but also by intention.
Could my soul once take footing, I would not essay but
resolve; but it is always learning and making trial.
I propose a life ordinary and without lustre; 'tis all one: all
moral philosophy may as well be applied to a common and pri-
vate life, as to one of richer composition; every man carries the
entire form of human condition. Authors communicate them-
selves to the people by some especial and extrinsic mark: I, the
first of any, by my universal being; as Michel de Montaigne, not
as a grammarian, a poet, or a lawyer. If the world find fault
that I speak too much of myself, I find fault that they do not
so much as think of themselves.
I have this, at least,
according to discipline, that never any man treated of a subject
he better understood and knew, than I what I have undertaken,
and that in this I am the most understanding man alive: sec-
ondly, that never any man penetrated farther into his matter,
nor better and more distinctly sifted the parts and sequences of
it, nor ever more exactly and fully arrived at the end he pro-
posed to himself. To perfect it, I need bring nothing but fidel-
ity to the work; and that is there, and the most pure and sincere
that is anywhere to be found. I speak truth, not so much as I
would, but as much as I dare: and I dare a little the more, as
I grow older; for methinks custom allows to age more liberty of
prating, and more indiscretion of talking of a man's self.
My book and I go hand in hand together. Elsewhere men may
commend or censure the work, without reference to the workman;
here they cannot: who touches the one, touches the other. .
I shall be happy beyond my desert, if I can obtain only thus
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much from the public approbation, as to make men of under-
standing perceive that I was capable of profiting by knowledge,
had I had it; and that I deserved to have been assisted by a
better memory.
Be pleased here to excuse what I often repeat, that I very
rarely repent, and that my conscience is satisfied with itself, not
as the conscience of an angel, or that of a horse, but as the con-
science of a man; always adding this clause,- not one of cere-
mony, but a true and real submission,- that I speak inquiring
and doubting, purely and simply referring myself to the com-
mon and accepted beliefs for the resolution. I do not teach, I
only relate.
Translation of William Carew Hazlitt.
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MONTESQUIEU
(1689-1755)
BY FRANCIS NEWTON THORPE
NTO whatever condition of life a man is born, he finds the
State made up. If he discovers that society is ever in a
flux, he will also discover that its foundations are laid deep.
The complexity of his surrounding may awaken his astonishment, his
acquiescence, or his resentment. With desire to know, he may work
out a political system of things and men. Its value to himself or to
others depends on his insight, his data, his conclusions.
These may
be narrow and limited. His intellection may remain only for a brief
time a part of his own little world. Or his may be the insight of
genius; his data, of the whole world; his conclusions, those of a
philosopher. He may have put into literary form for use and appli-
cation in that vast public business which we call government, the
experience of men in all ages, under different skies, and animated by
different conceptions of life.
Charles Louis de Secondat, Baron de la Brède et de Montesquieu,
was born at the château of La Brède, near Bordeaux in 1689. He
came of aristocratic stock on both sides, and inherited title, place,
and the life presidency of the Parliament of Bordeaux. With leisure,
money, scholarly tastes, and a great fondness for society, the young
man found life a delightful and instructive experience. At twenty-
five he was admitted counselor of the Parliament. At twenty-six he
married an heiress. At twenty-seven he found himself, by his uncle's
will, one of the richest and most influential men in the department.
And now, with the famous 'Persian Letters,' he began his serious
work in literature. This book was made up of correspondence be-
tween two imaginary Persians of high rank, supposed to be traveling
in Europe, and their friends at home.
