No More Learning

We reached the inn at the landing. He drank, and I drank
too, from the same glass.
"Where are you going? " asked the hostess.
To the capital," said he, although I had not said a word to
him about it. Then he said to me in a whisper:-
"If you intend to go elsewhere, the people needn't know
everything. "
I let him have his own way.
I looked for the place where I had wandered at that time.
There there was the rock-and on it a cross, bearing in golden
characters the inscription:
HERE PERISHED
IRMA, COUNTESS VON WILDENORT,
IN THE TWENTY-FIRST YEAR
OF HER LIFE.
Traveler, pray for her and honor her memory.


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BERTHOLD AUERBACH
995
I never rightly knew why I was always dissatisfied, and
yearning for the next hour, the next day, the next year, hoping
that it would bring me that which I could not find in the pres-
ent. It was not love, for love does not satisfy. I desired to live
in the passing moment, but could not. It always seemed as if
something were waiting for me without the door, and calling me.
What could it have been?
I know now; it was a desire to be at one with myself, to
understand myself. Myself in the world, and the world in me.
*
The vain man is the loneliest of human beings. He is con-
stantly longing to be seen, understood, acknowledged, admired,
and loved.
I could say much on the subject, for I too was once vain. It
was only in actual solitude that I conquered the loneliness of
vanity. It is enough for me that I exist.
How far removed this is from all that is mere show.
*
*
Now I understand my father's last act. He did not mean to
punish me. His only desire was to arouse me; to lead me to
self-consciousness; to the knowledge which, teaching us to become
different from what we are, saves us.
*
I understand the inscription in my father's library:- "When
I am alone, then am I least alone. "
Yes; when alone, one can more perfectly lose himself in the
life universal, I have lived and have come to know the truth.
I can now die.
* * *
He who is at one with himself, possesses all.
I believe that I know what I have done.
passion for myself. This is my full confession.
I have sinned—not against nature, but against the world's
rules. Is that sin? Look at the tall pines in yonder forest.
The higher the tree grows, the more do the lower branches die
away; and thus the tree in the thick forest is protected and shel-
tered by its fellows, but can nevertheless not perfect itself in all
directions.
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996
BERTHOLD AUERBACH
I desired to lead a full and complete life and yet to be in the
forest, to be in the world and yet in society. But he who means
to live thus, must remain in solitude. As soon as we become
members of society, we cease to be mere creatures of nature.
Nature and morality have equal rights, and must form a compact.
with each other; and where there are two powers with equal
rights, there must be mutual concessions.
Herein lies my sin.
He who desires to live a life of nature alone, must withdraw
himself from the protection of morality. I did not fully desire
either the one or the other; hence I was crushed and shattered.
My father's last action was right. He avenged the moral law,
which is just as human as the law of nature. The animal world
knows neither father nor mother, so soon as the young is able to
take care of itself. The human world does know them and must
hold them sacred.
I see it all quite clearly. My sufferings and my expiation are
deserved. I was a thief! I stole the highest treasures of all:
confidence, love, honor, respect, splendor.
How noble and exalted the tender souls appear to themselves
when a poor rogue is sent to jail for having committed a theft!
But what are all possessions which can be carried away, when
compared with those that are intangible!
Those who are summoned to the bar of justice are not always
the basest of mankind.
I acknowledge my sin, and my repentance is sincere.
My fatal sin, the sin for which I now atone, was that I dis-
sembled, that I denied and extenuated that which I represented
to myself as a natural right. Against the Queen I have sinned.
worst of all. To me she represents that moral order which I
violated and yet wished to enjoy.
To you, O Queen, to you-lovely, good, and deeply injured
one do I confess all this!
-
If I die before you,- and I hope that I may,— these pages
are to be given to you.
I can now accurately tell the season of the year, and often
the hour of the day, by the way in which the first sunbeams fall
into my room and on my work-bench in the morning. My chisel
hangs before me on the wall, and is my index.
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997
The drizzling spring showers now fall on the trees; and thus
it is with me. It seems as if there were a new delight in store
for me. What can it be? I shall patiently wait!
*
A strange feeling comes over me, as if I were lifted up from
the chair on which I am sitting, and were flying, I know not
whither! What is it? I feel as if dwelling in eternity.
Everything seems flying toward me: the sunlight and the
sunshine, the rustling of the forests and the forest breezes, beings
of all ages and of all kinds- all seem beautiful and rendered
transparent by the sun's glow.
I am!
*
―
-
I am in God!
If I could only die now and be wafted through this joy to
dissolution and redemption!
But I will live on until my hour comes.
Come, thou dark hour, whenever thou wilt! To me thou art
light!
I feel that there is light within me. O Eternal Spirit of the
universe, I am one with thee!
I was dead, and I live- I shall die and yet live.
Everything has been forgiven and blotted out. -There was
dust on my wings. I soar aloft into the sun and into infinite
space. I shall die singing from the fullness of my soul. Shall
I sing!
Enough.
*
I know that I shall again be gloomy and depressed and drag
along a weary existence; but I have once soared into infinity and
have felt a ray of eternity within me. That I shall never lose
again. I should like to go to a convent, to some quiet, cloistered
cell, where I might know nothing of the world, and could live
on within myself until death shall call me. But it is not to be.
I am destined to live on in freedom and to labor; to live with
my fellow-beings and to work for them.
The results of my handiwork and of my powers of imagination
belong to you; but what I am within myself is mine alone.
I have taken leave of everything here; of my quiet room, of
my summer bench; for I know not whether I shall ever return.


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998
EMILE AUGIER
And if I do, who knows but what everything may have become
strange to me?
*
*
(Last page written in pencil. ) It is my wish that when I
am dead, I may be wrapped in a simple linen cloth, placed in a
rough unplaned coffin, and buried under the apple-tree, on the
road that leads to my paternal mansion. I desire that my brother
and other relatives may be apprised of my death at once, and
that they shall not disturb my grave by the wayside.
No stone, no name, is to mark my grave.
—
ÉMILE AUGIER
(1820-1889)
AN observer of society, a satirist, and a painter of types
and characters of modern life, Émile Augier ranks among
the greatest French dramatists of this century. Critics con-
sider him in the line of direct descent from Molière and Beaumar-
chais. His collected works (Théâtre Complet') number twenty-seven
plays, of which nine are in verse. Eight of these were written with
a literary partner. Three are now called classics: Le Gendre de
M. Poirier (M. Poirier's Son-in-Law), L'Aventurière' (The Advent-
uress), and Fils de Giboyer' (Giboyer's
Boy). 'Le Gendre de M. Poirier was
written with Jules Sandeau, but the ad-
mirers of Augier have proved by internal
evidence that his share in its composition
was the greater. It is a comedy of man-
ners based on the old antagonism between
vulgar ignorant energy and ability on the
one side, and lazy empty birth and breed-
ing on the other; embodied in Poirier, a
wealthy shopkeeper, and M. de Presles,
his son-in-law, an impoverished nobleman.
Guillaume Victor Émile Augier was
born in Valence, France, September 17th,
1820, and was intended for the law; but
inheriting literary tastes from his grandfather, Pigault Lebrun the
romance writer, he devoted himself to letters. When his first play,
"La Cigue' (The Hemlock),-in the preface to which he defended
his grandfather's memory,- was presented at the Odéon in 1844, it
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999
made the author famous. Théophile Gautier describes it at length in
Vol. iii. of his 'Art Dramatique,' and compares it to Shakespeare's
'Timon of Athens. ' It is a classic play, and the hero closes his
career by a draught of hemlock.
Augier's works are:- 'Un Homme de Bien' (A Good Man);
'L'Aventurière' (The Adventuress); 'Gabrielle'; 'Le Joueur de Flute'
(The Flute Player); 'Diane' (Diana), a romantic play on the same
theme as Victor Hugo's 'Marion Delorme,' written for and played by
Rachel; La Pierre de Touche' (The Touchstone), with Jules San-
deau; Philberte,' a comedy of the last century; 'Le Mariage
d'Olympe (Olympia's Marriage); Le Gendre de M. Poirier (M.
Poirier's Son-in-Law); Ceinture Dorée' (The Golden Belt), with
Edouard Foussier; 'La Jeunesse' (Youth); Les Lionnes Pauvres›
(Ambition and Poverty), — a bold story of social life in Paris during
the Second Empire, also with Foussier; 'Les Effrontés' (Brass), an
attack on the worship of money; 'Le Fils de Giboyer' (Giboyer's
Boy), the story of a father's devotion, ambitions, and self-sacrifice;
'Maître Guérin' (Guérin the Notary), the hero being an inventor;
'La Contagion' (Contagion), the theme of which is skepticism; 'Paul
Forestier,' the story of a young artist; 'Le Post-Scriptum (The
Postscript); Lions et Renards' (Lions and Foxes), whose motive is
love of power; Jean Thommeray,' the hero of which is drawn from
Sandeau's novel of the same title; Madame Caverlet,' hinging on the
divorce question; Les Fourchambault' (The Fourchambaults), a plea
for family union; 'La Chasse au Roman' (Pursuit of a Romance),
and 'L'Habit Vert' (The Green Coat), with Sandeau and Alfred de
Musset; and the libretto for Gounod's opera 'Sappho. ' Augier wrote
one volume of verse, which he modestly called 'Pariétaire,' the
name of a common little vine, the English danewort. In 1858 he
was elected to the French Academy, and in 1868 became a Com-
mander of the Legion of Honor. He died at Croissy, October 25th,
1889. An analysis of his dramas by Émile Montégut is published in
the Revue de Deux Mondes for April, 1878.
>
A CONVERSATION WITH A PURPOSE
From Giboyer's Boy'
M
ARQUIS-Well, dear Baroness, what has an old bachelor like
me done to deserve so charming a visit?
Baroness-That's what I wonder myself, Marquis. Now I
see you I don't know why I've come, and I've a great mind to
go straight back.
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ÉMILE AUGIER
Baroness-No. So you close your door for a week; your
servants all look tragic; your friends put on mourning in antici-
pation; I, disconsolate, come to inquire-and behold, I find you
at table!
Marquis- I'm an old flirt, and wouldn't show myself for an
empire when I'm in a bad temper. You wouldn't recognize your
agreeable friend when he has the gout; - that's why I hide.
Baroness I shall rush off to reassure your friend.
-
Marquis-They are not so anxious as all that. Tell me some-
thing of them.
Baroness-But somebody's waiting in my carriage.
Marquis-I'll send to ask him up.
Baroness But I'm not sure that you know him.
Marquis His name?
―――――
Baroness-I met him by chance.
Marquis-And you brought him by chance. [He rings. ] You
are a mother to me. [To Dubois. ] You will find an ecclesiastic
in Madame's carriage. Tell him I'm much obliged for his kind
alacrity, but I think I won't die this morning.
Baroness-O Marquis! what would our friends say if they
heard you?
Marquis - Bah! I'm the black sheep of the party, its spoiled
child; that's taken for granted. Dubois, you may say also that
Madame begs the Abbé to drive home, and to send her carriage
back for her.
Baroness-Allow me-
Marquis-Go along, Dubois. - Now you are my prisoner.
Baroness-But, Marquis, this is very unconventional.
Marquis [kissing her hand]- Flatterer!
Now sit down, and
let's talk about serious things. [Taking a newspaper from the
table. ] The gout hasn't kept me from reading the news. Do
you know that poor Déodat's death is a serious mishap?
Baroness-What a loss to our cause!
Marquis-I have wept for him.
Baroness-Such talent! Such spirit! Such sarcasm!
Marquis He was the hussar of orthodoxy. He will live in
history as the angelic pamphleteer. And now that we have
settled his noble ghost-
-
-
Baroness-You speak very lightly about it, Marquis.
Marquis-I tell you I've wept for him. -Now let's think of
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Baroness-Say to succeed him. Heaven doesn't create two
such men at the same time.
Marquis - What if I tell you that I have found such another?
Yes, Baroness, I've unearthed a wicked, cynical, virulent pen,
that spits and splashes; a fellow who would lard his own father
with epigrams for a consideration, and who would eat him with
salt for five francs more.
Baroness - Déodat had sincere convictions.
Marquis-That's because he fought for them. There are no
more mercenaries. The blows they get convince them. I'll give
this fellow a week to belong to us body and soul.
Baroness- If you haven't any other proofs of his faithfulness –
Marquis-But I have.
Baroness-Where from?
Marquis-Never mind. I have it.
Baroness — And why do you wait before presenting him?
Marquis - For him in the first place, and then for his con-
sent. He lives in Lyons, and I expect him to-day or to-morrow.
As soon as he is presentable, I'll introduce him.
Baroness Meanwhile, I'll tell the committee of your find.
Marquis-I beg you, no. With regard to the committee, dear
Baroness, I wish you'd use your influence in a matter which
touches me.
-
Baroness I have not much influence —
Marquis-Is that modesty, or the exordium of a refusal?
Baroness-If either, it's modesty.
detestable.
Marquis - Very well, my charming friend.
Don't you know
that these gentlemen owe you too much to refuse you anything?
Baroness - Because they meet in my parlor ?
Marquis-That, yes; but the true, great, inestimable service.
you render every day is to possess such superb eyes.
Baroness-It's well for you to pay attention to such things!
Marquis-Well for me, but better for these Solons whose
compliments don't exceed a certain romantic intensity.
Baroness-You are dreaming.
Marquis-What I say is true. That's why serious societies
always rally in the parlor of a woman, sometimes clever, some-
times beautiful. You are both, Madame: judge then of your
power!
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1002
ÉMILE AUGIER
Marquis - If it was good I could win it for myself.
Baroness-Come, tell me, tell me.
Marquis - Well, then: we must choose an orator to the Cham-
ber for our Campaign against the University. I want them to
choose
Baroness Monsieur Maréchal?
Marquis - You are right.
Baroness-Do you really think so, Marquis? Monsieur Maré-
chal?
Marquis - Yes, I know. But we don't need a bolt of elo-
quence, since we'll furnish the address. Maréchal reads well
enough, I assure you.
Baroness - We made him deputy on your recommendation.
That was a good deal.
Marquis Maréchal is an excellent recruit.
Baroness-So you say.
Marquis - How disgusted you are! An old subscriber to the
Constitutionnel, a liberal, a Voltairean, who comes over to the
enemy bag and baggage. What would you have? Monsieur
Maréchal is not a man, my dear: it's the stout bourgeoisie itself
coming over to us. I love this honest bourgeoisie, which hates
the revolution, since there is no more to be gotten out of it;
which wants to stem the tide which brought it, and make over
a little feudal France to its own profit. Let it draw our chest-
nuts from the fire if it wants to. This pleasant sight makes
me enjoy politics. Long live Monsieur Maréchal and his likes,
bourgeois of the right divine. Let us heap these precious allies
with honor and glory until our triumph ships them off to their
mills again.
Baroness Several of our deputies are birds of the same
feather. Why choose the least capable for orator?
Marquis - It's not a question of capacity.
Baroness-You're a warm patron of Monsieur Maréchal!
His
Marquis-I regard him as a kind of family protégé.
grandfather was farmer to mine. I'm his daughter's guardian.
These are bonds.
―
Baroness-You don't tell everything.
Marquis-All that I know.
Baroness-Then let me complete your information. They say
that in old times you fell in love with the first Madame Maré-
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Marquis-I hope you don't believe this silly story?
Baroness-Faith, you do so much to please Monsieur Maré-
chal-
Marquis-That it seems as if I must have injured him?
Good heavens! Who is safe from malice? Nobody. Not even
you, dear Baroness.
Baroness-I'd like to know what they can say of me.
Marquis - Foolish things that I certainly won't repeat.
Baroness - Then you believe them?
Marquis-God forbid! That your dead husband married his
mother's companion? It made me so angry!
Baroness Too much honor for such wretched gossip.
Marquis-I answered strongly enough, I can tell you.
Baroness I don't doubt it.
Marquis But you are right in wanting to marry again.
Baroness Who says I want to?
-
hand.
--
-
Marquis-Ah! you don't treat me as a friend. I deserve
your confidence all the more for understanding you as if you had
given it. The aid of a sorcerer is not to be despised, Baroness.
Baroness [sitting down by the table]- Prove your sorcery.
Marquis [sitting down opposite] — Willingly! Give me your
monster.
Baroness [removing her glove] - You'll give it back again.
Marquis - And help you dispose of it, which is more. [Ex-
amining her hand. ] You are beautiful, rich, and a widow.
Baroness I could believe myself at Mademoiselle Lenor-
mand's!
Marquis - While it is so easy, not to say tempting, for you
to lead a brilliant, frivolous life, you have chosen a rôle almost
austere with its irreproachable morals.
Baroness-If it was a rôle, you'll admit that it was much like
a penitence.
Marquis - Not for you.
Baroness-What do you know about it?
Marquis-I read it in your hand. I even see that the con-
trary would cost you more, for nature has gifted your heart with
unalterable calmness.
Baroness [drawing away her hand]-Say at once that I'm a
Marquis-Time enough! The credulous think you a saint;
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ÉMILE AUGIER
Marquis d'Auberive, think you a clever little German, trying to
build a throne for yourself in the Faubourg Saint-Germain. You
have conquered the men, but the women resist you: your reputa-
tion offends them; and for want of a better weapon they use this
miserable rumor I've just repeated. In short, your flag's inad-
equate and you're looking for a larger one. Henry IV. said that
Paris was worth a mass. You think so too.
Baroness-They say sleep-walkers shouldn't be contradicted.
However, do let me say that if I really wanted a husband - with
my money and my social position, I might already have found
twenty.
Marquis-Twenty, yes; but not one. You forget this little
devil of a rumor.
Baroness [rising]-Only fools believe that.
Marquis [rising]-There's the hic. It's only very clever men,
too clever, who court you, and you want a fool.
Baroness-Why?
You want a
Marquis- Because you don't want a master.
husband whom you can keep in your parlor, like a family por-
trait, nothing more.
Baroness-Have you finished, dear diviner? What you have
just said lacks common-sense, but you are amusing, and I can
refuse you nothing.
Marquis - Maréchal shall have the oration?
Baroness-Or I'll lose my name.
Marquis-And you shall lose your name-I promise you.
A SEVERE YOUNG JUDGE
From The Adventuress>
Look at her clear eyes.
Annibal-Yes, yes, yes! [He sits down in a corner. ]
Clorinde [approaching Célie, who has paused in the doorway]-
My child, you would not avoid me to-day if you knew how happy
you make me!
LORINDE [softly] - Here's Célie.
love her, innocent child!
C
Célie-My father has ordered me to come to you.
Clorinde-Ordered you? Did you need an order?
I
Are we
really on such terms? Tell me, do you think I do not love you,
upon me as your enemy? Dear, if you
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1005
could read my heart you would find there the tenderest attach-
ment.
Célie I do not know whether you are sincere, Madame.
hope that you are not, for it distresses one to be loved by those
Clorinde-Whom one does not love? They must have painted
me black indeed, that you are so reluctant to believe in my
friendship.
-
Célie They have told me what I have heard, thanks to
you, Madame, was not fit for my young ears. This interview is
cruel Please let me -
-
-
I
―
Clorinde- No, no!
Stay, Mademoiselle.
painful to us both, nevertheless concerns us both.
Célie I am not your judge, Madame.
Clorinde-Nevertheless you do judge me, and severely! Yes,
For this interview,
my life has been blameworthy; I confess it. But you know noth-
ing of its temptations. How should you know, sweet soul, to
whom life is happy and goodness easy? Child, you have your
family to guard you. You have happiness to keep watch and
ward for you. How should you know what poverty whispers
to young ears on cold evenings! You, who have never been
hungry, how should you understand the price that is asked for a
mouthful of bread?
Célie - I don't know the pleadings of poverty, but one need
not listen to them. There are many poor girls who go hungry
and cold and keep from harm.
Clorinde- Child, their courage is sublime. Honor them if
you will, but pity the cowards.
death!
Célie-Yes, for choosing infamy rather than work, hunger, or
Yes, for losing the respect of all honest souls! Yes, I
can pity them for not being worthier of pity.
Clorinde-So that's your Christian charity! So nothing in the
world-bitter repentance or agonies of suffering, or vows of
sanctity for all time to come-may obliterate the past?
Célie You force me to speak without knowledge.
-
But-
since I must give judgment-who really hates a fault will hate
the fruit of it. If you keep this place, Madame, you will not
expect me to believe in the genuineness of your renunciations.
Clorinde-I do not dishonor it. There is no reason why I
should leave it. I have already proved my sincerity by high-
minded and generous acts. I bear myself as my place demands.
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1006
ÉMILE AUGIER
Célie Your good action-for I believe you-is only the
beginning of expiation. Virtue seems to me like a holy tem-
ple. You may leave it by a door with a single step, but to
enter again you must climb up a hundred on your knees, beating
your breast.
Clorinde-How rigid you all are, and how your parents train
their first-born never to open the ranks! Oh, fortunate race!
impenetrable phalanx of respectability, who make it impossible
for the sinner to reform! You keep the way of repentance so
rough that the foot of poor humanity cannot tread it. God will
demand from you the lost souls whom your hardness has driven
back to sin.
Célie - God, do you say? When good people forgive they
betray his justice. For punishment is not retribution only, but
the acknowledgment and recompense of those fighting ones that
brave hunger and cold in a garret, Madame, yet do not sur-
render.
Clorinde-Go, child! I cannot bear more—
Célie - I have said more than I meant to say. Good-by. This
is the first and last time that I shall ever speak of this.
[She goes. ]
A CONTENTED IDLER
From M. Poirier's Son-in-Law
[The party are leaving the dining-room. ]
The house
G
Do you
ASTON -Well, Hector! What do you think of it?
is just as you see it now, every day in the year.
believe there is a happier man in the world than I?
Duke-Faith! I envy you; you reconcile me to marriage.
Antoinette [in a low voice to Verdelet]-Monsieur de Mont-
meyran is a charming young man!
Verdelet [in a low voice]-He pleases me.
Gaston [to Poirier, who comes in last]-Monsieur Poirier, I
must tell you once for all how much I esteem you. Don't think
I'm ungrateful.
Poirier-Oh! Monsieur!
Gaston Why the devil don't you call me Gaston? And you,
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1007
-
Antoinette
Gaston Shake hands then, Uncle.
Verdelet [aside, giving him his hand]-He's not a bad fellow.
Gaston Agree, Hector, that I've been lucky. Monsieur Poi-
rier, I feel guilty. You make my life one long fête and never
give me a chance in return. Try to think of something I can
do for you.
-
He is one of the family, Gaston.
Poirier - Very well, if that's the way you feel, give me a
quarter of an hour. I should like to have a serious talk with
you.
Poirier
some idea.
Duke I'll withdraw.
Poirier - No, stay, Monsieur. We are going to hold a kind
of family council. Neither you nor Verdelet will be in the way.
Gaston - The deuce, my dear father-in-law.