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Jaubert was accustomed to make ryer, who had known of her cogilong sojourns, which furnish her tations, that she would be wrong with matter for many entertaining in supposing the tie between them and humorous observations on her more or other than a tender and host and his Egérie du moment; mutual admiration—"un pur platoon the hostess, with her placid yet nisme, assaisonné de coquetterie ;" clairvoyant knowledge of all that adding, in authoritative tones, “my was going on around her; on husband is unable to keep any the Legitimist party's efforts and secrets from me.” This remark visits; and on the numerous re- drew forth the smiling retort, that markable men who formed the it would be hardly credible that a nucleus of the society at Auger man of so delicate taste as Berville. She gives interesting details ryer should choose his wife for such of the great man's love of his peculiar confidences; whereupon country life and his plantations ; Madame Berryer asserted that she his whole - heartedness in small possessed an astonishing means for things—never allowing politics, or obtaining any knowledge she respeeches, or lawsuits, or plead- quired from her husband : when he ing, or any of the multifarious seemed to sleep uneasily, she took great calls and duties of his exist- him by the hand and questioned ence, to interfere with the simple him. “ And is he aware of this ?" pleasures of his country life; his “ Yes, he knows it; but what power of being tout-à-vous, not
not matters? He also knows I am his even permitting to love—so im- best friend, and incapable of putportant a factor in his life—the ting his confidences to a wrong use. power of withdrawing any of his We were married at the age of time or attention from the pleasures nineteen, both of us; and a solid of friendship—“Ce gaspillage de affection, of which trust forms the temps devenait un véritable luxe, groundwork, succeeded to love. une prodigalité."
You will observe that I say trust, The fact that will probably and not confidences.* Certain substrike English readers as most jects dwell unexpressed, though peculiar is the strangely amiable tacitly understood, between acquiescence of Madame Berryer —those we hardly ever touch in all arrangements that brought upon." to Augerville those admired fair Our writer, further on, tells us ones that doubtless made up the how she got the proof some days bataillon des amours fractionnés later, during her stay at Augerville, to which allusion has already been of the truth of Madame Berryer's made. Madame Jaubert relates on judgment as to the nature of the this score a curious conversation feelings which existed between the she held with her hostess respect- host and his fair one, with whom ing one of these particularly courted in the meanwhile Madame Jaubert stars, who was making, simultane- had grown intimate, and who gave ously with our authoress, a stay with up to Madame Jaubert for perusal the Berryers. Unable to decide on the ardent letters she had received the nature of the feelings that drew from the great orator. Of these her host towards the Comtesse de the most recent in date was the T., she was told by Madame Ber- invitation for that very visit to
* The French words lend themselves better to the distinction intended_"confiance, et non confidences.”
Augerville ; and being characteristic translatable impressions. And yet in its câline fondness, we give it :
the " Marraine' has but gleaned in
the rich harvest which his close “DEAR (for having no illusions, I suppress the possessive pronoun),
correspondence yielded her. She
has a certain casket full of letters, everything here is in flower, and the breeze is perfumed! Will you not
that we have been permitted to come to us? They are such glad days look into, the most interesting of those, that let me see you walking in which, from motives of discreet your liberty. Nothing is more charm
reserve, are destined to remain uning to look upon, nor more inducive known to the many who worship to love. If you do not come at once, at his shrine. give me alms by sending me a friendly line. You are amongst the few with
Musset was excessif in love-it whom my fondest thoughts seek to
is his own appreciation. Love was people my solitude, and converse,
not, with him, as it is so often in whilst I watch the water running by, our days, a light and “spirituelle or listen to the rustling of the wind in comédie à deux personnages,” enthe trees. Send me some pleasant acted to wile away désouvrement, words to mix with those my thoughts and born of opportunity, but selShow me that neither are
dom a drama of passion. For my dreams false nor your promises.
what Adieu! you that I love separately and
most often seeks in through all other fancies, all passions,
woman is “love in idleness," or all joys, all allurements of my life— the satisfaction of unwholesome object of my regrets, vexation, con- curiosity, or the gratification of tent, admiration, and charm. To all triumphant vanity. If artistes I envy you, and yet am not jealous.
en amour, difficulty is sufficient to My happiness is to have you appre
attract men; and seldom is it the ciated, and yet would have it that I
seeks in alone were yours for ever.
What De Musset sought for in her “August, AUGERVILLE."
was love—more love, love ever
with an undying, unquenchable Madame Jaubert found it hard thirst! Woman to him was but to find a name for this intimacy, the vase that held the costly ointwhich she judges as more than a ment which his wounded and sick flirtation
sentiment, soul needed. The precious balm that espérance élevée à sa plus haute he sued for from all his dangerpuissance. And hopes are some
aimées Sand, Malibran, times realised-et après ?
Rachel, and so many besides—could Interesting and amusing as are not satisfy his immense need; he these insights into the inner life of ever reached forward towards that the great Legitimist champion and something more he felt, he knew orator, we would not dwell on them must be, and with an anguished too long, but hasten towards the heart pressed after that love, comrich souvenirs our author dedicates plete and perfect, that had ever to Alfred de Musset, with whom failed him, “et qui dans ses bras her friendship was long and close. de feu l'emportat au tombeau.” The letters that she gives of this In this respect, De Musset, representative poet of his time and “ l'enfant du siècle,” is the poet who generation form by far the most has left his mark most powerfully interesting portion of the volume. on his land and generation ; for They are marvels of French esprit, in this he was the embodiment of evoking by a single familiar word the love-anguish which was a disor expression a whole series of un- tinguishing feature of his times.
Chenavard, questioned by Madame one was evidently written during Jaubert as to what would be the the carly stage of his acquaintance representative idea which should with Madame Jaubert, before his in future ages consecrate the poet's feelings had ripened into the solid name, answered, “ À tout jamais, friendship which marked the aftermadame, Alfred de Musset sera la period of their intimacy, and his personnification de la jeunesse et letter is made up of plaisanterie and de l'amour.” This judgment from galanterie, mixed with a strong so competent a man would have re- feeling of trust in her judgment joiced De Musset had he known of and opinions. He writes : it; for when taken to task for his
“MADAM,—You have found the true non - productiveness in his latter
name for the sentiment that unites us days, his retort was that a man's
when you christen it un sentiment sans superiority in no wise depended nom: without antithesis, your expresupon the quantity of work he had sion is true and full of charm. It redone, but was to be measured by calls another to me, a droll one (you the depth of the impression he had know you and I have that also in produced.
common, that we mix up droll and But it is not of the exquisite
serious matters). It was said by a poet of the “ Nuit d'Octobre," of "We are on the chemin vicinal to love
friend of mine—to his wife, I thinkthe “Saule," the “ Souvenir," and
and friendship. What say you of the of the many volumes of marvellous
comparison? I have a real interest,' verse, that we have now to speak, says Monsieur le Conseiller de la Verfor under that aspect he has too dullette, t 'in your not becoming too long been every man's property
much of a mauvais sujet. No; but to need commendation ; it is of the
seriously, you know,' he adds. But fantastic Will-o'- the - wisp prose
seriously, I answer in turn, am I be
coming such a good - for - nothing ? writer, who during years of his life Have I not told you that I am holding dashed off a treasure of sparkling myself back with both hands? Is it letters to the “ Marraine," * in to be a mauvais sujet to find a row of which he paints himself without pearls, white, and wish to touch them disguise or flattery, and lets us into with one's finger-tips? _'I really care the secrets of his heart-springs.
about him,’ you say. Well, that's a The first letter that Madame Jau
fine reason! If people love what you bert publishes is one of the most
love, madam,it's proof of good taste,in
the first place; and secondly, that even interesting — for in it De Musset,
when with others, one needs a little in answer to a reproof that the of you. Unfortunately, Mr. Le Con“Marraine” had gently written him seiller is aware that,white though they on the unpleasantness of his man- be,the said pearls are much too green 1 ner, which often deterred favour- for his very humble servant. You ably inclined friends from further
never asked me how I passed my sumrapports with him, has given us
mer. 'No.' 'And why not?' 'Because
I none the less thank you for your tales the key to these outward rough
—that is to say, I thank you all the The letter is undated-in- more.' La trompette dans la prestance deed all his letters are ; but this is excellent; but wherefore your hard
* Madame Jaubert had given playful nicknames to all her intimes, and Alfred de Musset had in consequence given her in his turn the friendly appellation which is now the title by which posterity will best know her.
+ A playful designation for Madame Jaubert. | The French saying, "Les raisins sont trop verts," alluding to the grapes out of reach.
sayings against men? "Our power,' alyse that if you can. Know and beyou say, is shown by our weaknesses.' lieve, at least, that at such times I Rubbish! We do not sound louder hate myself. It is not my real self nor than you either the onset or the vic- nature. As a child I was quite diftory. As a general rule women are ferent. I used to recite fables in the more fats * than men, and more in- middle of the drawing-room, and afdiscreet-fats before and indiscreet terwards would kiss the whole assemafter.
bled company. Would to God I were “If what I say makes your hair still as then! In your letter there is a stand on end, be sure, madam, that I most true and just saying--and ah, say it to you only. Here have I been what a sad one! – You alienate men led into and have arrived at an accu- of intellect and of heart, who would sation of fatuité and impertinence. Otherwise be drawn towards you.' Let us, then, talk somewhat of these. Yes, true enough ;. and do you think I will not insipidly thank you for I do not see it, and that sometimes I repeating to me all the evil spoken do not regret it? But then, why so? I of me, but must say that, above all do not care to follow out the reason. things, I like your gentle, kindly, and Men are indifferent to me. I will not yet sincere manner of conveying a re- ask myself whether I hate them, for proach, which brings it home to me fear that might be at the bottom of it: without wounding. It is the most however that may be, they in no wise precious science, friend, that you are make me suffer, and therefore it is but in possession of. It comes to you fair they should not give me any ennaturally; and as long as you know joyment. Therein, friend, and therehow to apply it, do not wonder if folk in alone, lies the serious side of the love you. Let us talk reason. Every- question. In the matter of manners, body is agreed as to the unpleasant- bows, and shake-hands, the longer I ness of my manner in a room. I not live the more I trust I shall gain polonly agree with everybody on this ish; that is a matter of mere politepoint, but this unpleasantness is more ness and of pure duty. I will force unpleasant to me than to anybody. myself the most I can; and yours will Whence does it proceed? From two be most of the merit. As to that first causes-pride and timidity. which concerns sympathy, even all These are the amiable principles fitful and lightly expressed sympathy, with which I have to get along as from man to man, that's another here below. One cannot change matter. Forgive my old experience, one's nature; one must make the if it does not allow of my boldly debest of it. I have been trying to do ciding such a question. Your letter, so for some time past. You render madam, made me reflect at length, me that justice. To these two first and conscientiously, on it: you only causes should be added a result diffi- intended preaching politeness to me; cult to be overcome. There are cer- you led me on to ponder on friendship. tain days on which I rise (it may seem I looked at myself, and asked myself ridiculous, but it is true) in a nervous whether, beneath my stiff, cross, imcondition. I may strive to go, to de- pertinent, and unsympathetic-looking sire, to try-impossible! ... Stupid exterior (whatever the fair, small Mienough, is it not? but what's to be lanese may say to the contrary)-if done? Prendre sur soi. Very true; beneath all that, I say, there may not but how take where there is nothing! have been primitively something pasYou tell me of people who would sionate and enthusiastic, à la manière willingly let me know the pleasure I de Rousseau. It is quite possible. may have given them. I give you my I attempted once only to give myself word that, out of ten compliments up to friendship. It is a strange nine are unbearable to me. I don't sentiment, unheard of with mesay that they wound me, nor that I an excitement, stronger perhaps than believe them false,-simply that they love desires, for its transports are give me the wish to run away: an- never allayed. From what I know
* A word for which "ostentatious” is a poor substitute.
of it, it must be a terrible feeling, - nating mind, a glance full of power, very dangerous, very sweet, capable most remarkable courage and coolof making the happiness or unhappi- ness, and, above all, the art of pleasing ness of a whole life; and I understand -that most essential counterpart to Rousseau, who became half mad from the thirst for adoration. It is clear the perturbation that this passion oc- that in this intellect, united to such casioned him. Therefore, most de- beauty, there lay for De Musset a most cidedly I will none of it: love- powerful attraction; indeed, rarely is troubles are quite sufficient to receive it given to women to possess in so emiat your hands, mesdames. Moreover, ment a degree such magnetic gifts. . . I have not time for it.
Nevertheless," Madame Jaubert goes “Here is a mass of seriousness for a on to say, “these two natures did not light remonstrance; but with you my suit or understand each other, the heart dilates, as by the side of others whilst they attracted and desired each it contracts. Forgive me, therefore, other. In the Princess's eyes, men this dissertation; and if you think it formed a single vast category, divided over a little, you will understand me into three amorous series— il l'est, le better. I am not tendre, but excessif. fût, ou le doit être.' She used to say, This is my defect, and it drives me 'I cannot imagine what interest can frantic. Be sure that extreme polish be taken in life, when eyes can look is ever at the expense of much depth upon us without loving: As to De and I don't say this to excuse myself. Musset, who might well have hoped to
“Your letter was a real causerie, you please, even without his claims as a cesaid; mine, you see, is nothing else. Iebrity(acquired at the age of twenty), I send you this quire of paper (better he declined submitting to the régime filled than yours). In so doing I have égalitaire, and being treated as tout done more than pass an evening with le monde; his ardent nature revolted, you; I have passed an hour in bed as well as his delicate, sensitive, and with you. You had no notion of that, over-susceptible mind. . . Fortunhad you, madam? À bientôt donc, as ately an extreme mobility of impreswe are agreed. I trust the disserta- sions defended him against himself.” tion upon friendship has naught in common with the sentiment sans nom. And as proof of this quality of the
" A. DE MUSSET." poet's, Madame Jaubert gives a letIn Madame Jaubert's salon, Al
ter to illustrate the secret and mofred de Musset used to meet a
bile nature of the poet's feelings: certain Princess de Belgiojoso, who “MY DEAR MARRAINE, -I went played no small role in the poet's twice to-day chez vous, but found only life. His letters are full of her; your maid. After losing five games of and the “ Marraine” gives us the chess, I went to bed in despair. The following portrait of this fair in- most amiable and unexpected toothtime :
ache (thanks to God, and the wind
that is blowing) wakes me with a “Princess Christine possessed all start at five in the morning. I get up the gifts with which fairy godmothers and write to you—in the first place, to usually endow the child they favour. cease from suffering; in the second, to Born Marquise de Trivulee, and mis- make you acquainted with that which tress at sixteen years of age of a large should have told you had I met you. fortune, she married the young and This is the lamentable thing that will handsome Prince de Belgiojoso, who infallibly choke me. was a Milanese, as she was herself. “Heaven had inspired me with the She was singularly and rarely beauti- happy thought of going out this mornful; and to a noble and graceful car- ing in weather too bad to put an riage was added the charm of an en- umbrella out of doors. First and chanting sound of voice. The foremost, I translated myself to your Princess had, moreover, a hundred door. I have already told you what other claims to special homage, –a I found there. Thereupon I went to rare intellect, a passionate and domi- the Rue de la Michodière, where I