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In the next letter, which contains How few, how very few are they in the humorous relation of a journey the world who know how to give made under difficulties, his inex- more than a cup of tisane when orable decision as to his Princess one is suffering ! How few who is expressed with less bitterness, know how simultaneously to heal for he ends thus: “As for Elle,' and to console! When Sister Marnow that I have made up my mind celine nsed to come to my bedside, never to see her again, I may her little cup in hand, and lay her frankly give you my opinion, Je hand on my forehead, saying in her l'aime, je l'aime, je l'aime beaucoup, childlike voice, “What a terrible and you also—it's a pity, but not knot you are making for us here! my fault.” Nevertheless, it was (by which she meant, poor dear soon after this that he committed a soul, that I was frowning,) she fault against good taste and feeling, would have smoothed away the by venting his sentiments towards wrinkles from Leopardi himself her in some verses that appeared in in the very midst of a conspiration, 1842 in the Revue des Deux or a lost game of chess.” Then De Mondes, entitled,

Musset goes on to dispute with his Morte,” and which he so much Marraine, who would admit of no regretted afterwards that during his merits in “ la Grisi,” the rival at lifetime they were never reprinted, that time of Pauline Garcia, married and only appeared in the posthum- and transformed into Pauline Viarous edition of his works.• Madame dot. He does not deny the talent Jaubert gives a letter in which he of his ex-flame Pauline. “I throw deplores, not so much the having no one overboard,” he says, “but thought and written them, as their she had barely sufficient power, and publication. He had been ill—the now she has lost much. Grisi godmother had remained is intolerably vulgar and common, swered because “the godson had -granted; but she is often very been six days in bed with fever,” fine, and she is audible, whereas unable either to eat, or sleep, or to Pauline was not audible. Que do "aught of aught, the fruits of diable! what though your intenhis wisdom;" which would seem to tions be of the best, if I cannot show that it was not without a bad hear you, bon soir !" His kindlieffect upon his general health that ness of heart shows in the next the sensitive poet came to his “in- paragraph, when, having drawn exorable decision.” He playfully rather à ludicrous picture of the tells how “Mr. mon frère profited costume and appearance of Madame by the occasion to throw lumps of Viardot Garcia in “Arsace,” he checks moral reasoning at my head, which himself. “Poor Paulinette ! whilst demonstrated that it was entirely I am thus dressing her up, her little my own fault if I had been thus in portrait is there just in front of me, my bed, soaking there like a sponge looking out at me with a slightly and with my head all to bits. I sulky yet good-child look. After quite entered into the spirit of his all, you are right; I am no longer reasoning, but should have pre- good for anything—she is charmferred Sister Marceline."

ing, full of soul, with a hundred He sent to the convent for her, times more blood in her than all but, in her absence, got another the other roarers. But then, on sister in her place, who nursed him the other hand, what an idea, to go well, but ennuyed him. Ah! and get married l enfin ! how rare are the Sister Marcelines! And this gentleness of mood leads

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him on to confess remorse as to the tardy compunction was unavailing, Princess, and he writes :

and the personal application they “ Apropos of my worthlessness, do contained, to bis surprise, was very you know one thing I have discover- easily made out by most; whereas ed, that fever, diet, violet syrup, and he had supposed that the Princess the sight of a nun praying to God, are alone would have penetrated their excellent remedies againsť ferocity? inner meaning, and had hoped that Yes, godmother, and I come to you with my confession. Whilst I was

a furia amorosa would in her eyes laid flat and stiff as a poker, perspir- have been his excuse. But the ill ing big drops under my fourteen will of many meddlers embroiled quilts, and coughing fit to crack the the situation, and the defence and window-panes, the memory of my quarrel of the lady were taken uplast verses came to my mind, and I by divers busy-bodies. The tracessincerely regretted them.

It was wrong and absurd in me; not the hav- Musset are to be found in the fol

of the agitation these caused De ing written them, but to have published them. “In that I recognise my

'In that I recognise my lowing letters:simpleton,' you will say, it is nearly time now for regrets;' and you will " Have we quarrelled also, godcompare me to that prudent soul, mother? Have you quite gone over who, having wagered he would cross to the enemy? or is it that touchiness a certain expanse of frozen water is contagious, and that you have let barefoot, and having accomplished yourself be piqued by a jest-you one half of the distance, finding it too who are good sense and indulgence cold, turned back instead of continu- personified? Can the force of example ing! Well, no; honour bright, I no be so great? I wish to inform you longer love her; or at any rate, the that I am much better than when I thought of her causes me not a ha'p- was less well, and that my heart is 'orth of suffering. I have no sort of beginning to stand up and shake itwish to patch matters up with her; self. I won't say whether I am right but I am dissatisfied with myself, and or wrong, for at this present you are could wish for some means to mend too much of a Lombard.*

I merely matters. You must discover some for wish to assert a fact, asking your me: put your chin in your hand, lean leave to congratulate myself thereyour elbow on your garter, roast the upon in default of others. The fact tip of your foot, and thereupon give is I suffered horribly, and that's the me your advice! Positively no one reason I deserve pardon, for one here has yet imagined the verses were should forgive those who suffer greataddressed to Uranie. Neither my ly. Soundly to thrash one, and yet brother nor I have heard any living bear ill will, is, you know, too wosoul apply them to her. The trumpet manly a proceeding. I admit, howBonnaire would certainly have done ever, that as I broke the crockery, it is so had he been able. Reflect, there but fair I should pay: and this I do, fore, somewhat, being certain of one and say nothing. Princess Turandot thing, that I seek no reconciliation, (I am not Kalaf) little knows all the nor any bringing us together again in harm she did me, else had she been any way. Now that it's over and done less fierce. She could never underwith, I have had enough of it; only I stand that simplest fact in the world, feel I have overstepped the bounds, which is that the very real, very maand would be glad to efface the im- terial, and serious cares I was full of, pression I have produced.”

greatly exasperated my state of mind.

on her account; for I may say I defy The next few letters a'l turn

any one to have even an equable more or less on the new situation temper under the circumstances in and troubles that his verses “Sur which I was placed. You will underune Morte” created for him; for his stand why I could not confide to her

* Princess de Belgiojoso was a Lombard by birth.

affairs which were not mine only. feel sure of it, but you have it in you) But it seems to me she might have felt —you are capable of believing in this there were times in one's earthly career fine trait of a noble pride that you when a man's temper is variable, will have told me of. For, jesting apart, he, nil he; and if he is, moreover, with all your esprit, which is univerendowed with the advantage of being sally recognised as most exquisite, you a born growler, he may become yet are at times so wondrously innocent! more so. Thus this lovely Turandot But again, no! What a fool I am! took me at my word for every cross- You are at least as much of a woman ness said; but on the other hand, as I am, and not more than myself never took into account any of my can you place any faith in what you good impulses. I spoke to her with wrote me. my whole and undisguised heart- “At any rate I shall never believe foolishly and awkwardly if you will, it, albeit it be yourself that tell it but frankly; she answered me with me! Never! and in no wise-pas the calm and gravity of a mandarin. même quand même! Be that as it may,

There is less difference than for a long time past I have been wishis generally supposed between a phy- ing to write a tale which shall be sical action and a moral one. I main- called 'See-Saw,' widely outlined tain that it is, to say the least of it, thus: If you don't care for me, I care whimsical to pity a man if he has a for you; I draw back if you come pain in his stomach, but to half kill forward, &c., -adorned with some him if it is his heart that suffers. I details from life. This would help repeat again, Marraine, that I don't to augment by some fifty pages the pretend to be right, and that I look small Tom Jones (tome jaune) beginupon you as completely bought over ning at the staircase, not without by the powers that be! All I want to resting on the first step, and from know is, whether we are at enmity. thence into the palace, and even furAs for me, too well you know me for ther. What do you say to that? On a thorough-bred godson, who would the way, as says Odry, you are ever at sooner be lifted by the skin of his liberty to lose your way. The idea neck without howling, like a bull- pleases me, and will you allow me to dog, than give up loving his god- say something in which all my modmother, quand même, on foot and on esty will shine? If she doesn't read horseback.

A. DE MUSSET." it : . . Well?—well, then, many And then comes a whimsical re- others will. And note this, Marraine, fusal on his part to believe that it is next to impossible for any one to the Princess had left unperused the

be as much as every one. “But, fieux,

that will not be nice of you—a genincriminated verses :

tleman whose boots and clothes Pietro "Friday, October. or Peter has blacked or brushed, “Indeed! So Uranie really has not should not lug a chatelaine into the read the review. I hope you do not “Revue," nor have her bound in yelbelieve that I believe that you believe low paper; and if ever you do such a that I shall believe this! This kind thing, Pierre, Pietro, or Peter will of jest is strange to me, and my never more black your boots nor brush beautiful little godmother is too well aught of yours again. True, Maracquainted with her godson's feelings raine, I must renounce the pleasure of to imagine he will swallow such a the presence of your small but charmflam. He who won't admit of neu- ing self when swallowing macaroni aux ralgia, or only as in connection with tomates, and that also of looking at the a hollow tooth, a thing I am ac- small orange flower-buds, set in crimquainted with and respect, because it son satin, which serve as teeth to the hurts like the very devil; but as for beautiful person of whom you are-I having a pamphlet lying before one's know not why—the mother. I very eyes, dove di voi si favella, and must give up Leopardi's nose, and yet not open it. No, my dear lady, B.'s hump, M. V.'s whiskers I don't believe it!

and---many other things. But then, “You are perhaps capable—(I don't you see, I have been driven wild. You do not know, godmother. No, you Rachel's tomb! But,' said I, do cannot know to what a degree I have you really believe that I meant her?' been killed, destroyed, ruined. How I I don't affirm anything,' he answered, was led on and encouraged !—what with the air of the Misanthrope;' profound, perverse, and pernicious but still — "The dear public is coquetry was displayed in cold blood certainly very spiteful, but I hold it against a poor devil who loves with all to be yet far more stupid,' was my his heart, who yields himself up like modest and gentle rejoinder, and our a dolt, who used to go away quietly to conversation went no further. cry hot tears half an hour before din- - “On one point I will not give in to ner-time, and who hardly dared to you, because therein I am right; and speak in a whisper of it when giving as I am wrong on so many, you may his arm to take her in to dinner, but surely grant me this. You are miswho wakes up sooner or later, never taken in comparing Miss Chaworth to mind why, and who knows what to Lady Byron. You are wrong: only understand!"... ness.

reflect how many thousands of sentiThe next letter being character- ments there are between these two istic, we also give some portions. secretaire broken open, and an inquest

extremes! Lady B. had her husband's It is as follows:

made in order that he might be shut

"Monday up as a madman. Mary Chaworth, it “I must be terribly fond of you, is true, taunted him with his lameness madam, to forgive you for fathoming -a mean thing enough to do-but me, and coming to tell me to my face otherwise treated him pretty gently. exactly what I think. In your turn, Anyhow, M. Chaworth loved another, you must admit that we men are often and in that gists the whole matter. better than you women; for never did In my maddest days of passion I I hear it told that a woman had for- never dreamt of bearing ill will to a given in similar circumstances, still woman who told me she cared for anless that she had given in, whereas I other. I may even boast that, under forgive and surrender. See how bon such circumstances, I showed courage prince I am, yet you dare to call me and resignation. There is not much Prince Grognon. I own, therefore, to glory over in the fact; it is merely that I never had any real intention of my way of feeling. As for a woman writing the tale I spoke of—for that who had simply told me that she did was impossible. There might be a not in the least care for me, I should way of doing the thing, presenting it have said nothing, but to this I never as a joke, without entering into any exposed myself; but I have letters of very notable details, and showing Uranie in which she says, “I believed these in a favourable light. It must that my friendship might be useful to stand till another time, whatever may you;' where she also says, 'You would come of that. It's rather too bad that have suffered by my side, but not a person of your stature should not be without alleviation.' I have held her frightened when a gentleman of mine hand, and kissed it for a minute at is in a passion. Per Bacco! I take a time, she abandoning it to me. I aim with my gun, and a wren flies off have told her a hundred times that it laughing in my face. I forgive you, was no bonne fortune I sought with but I will pay you out.

her; that my vanity was in no wise in “ As for my verses, I hardly know play; that I sued only for a word of whether or not to regret them. As friendship to make me happy for a you said, madam, they were but a whole day. She both saw it and beportrait de circonstance. Here no one lieved it; yet she kept me a whole recognised the likeness. Some, as week in her house, affecting, every usual, thought it was meant for that moment to avoid any occasion of poor Mme. Sand—à propos de quoi, at speaking to me, treating me this time of day, I beg of you; and stranger. Now this is wicked and only fancy, Bonnaire bas just left me, hateful. I have more than a dozen saying that the said verses should be letters of hers, speaking of her friendwritten—where do you suppose?-on ship,—does friendship consist in tak

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ing an arm into dinner? What a even for Coquelicoquettes. ... You joke!... Be sure of this, she led me are a long way off yet, little Marraine, on, out of désouvrement, to get some from the frightful becalming to which amusement out of me, and make me I am resigned, but you will grow to it play the role, purely and simply, of a infallibly.” patito. You know in what that consists. I would not. Then came her

Following this one, a letter is ill treatment. As for me, I sincerely given which was received at the believed in her make-believe friend time with much pleasure by Maship, which was but a comedy, a mere dame Jaubert, for it manifested a passetemps, and which stopped short wish to resume work, and contained as soon as she saw me give in and evidence of the process of poetical surrender. . . . Forgive me this long fermentation being already begun story, Marraine; as you have some friendship for me (and in yours I be

in De Musset's brain. lieve), you must bear the penalty. “Madam, I have just returned from I am still horribly dull, malgré tout, my guard duty, and à propos of some and I cannot help chattering when I rubbish in a newspaper I am furious, inknow I am speaking to one who can dignant, and holding forth at breakand will understand me. Let's speak fast. Would you do me an act of no more of it. ... Good-bye, Mar- charity? My heart and hand are full raine; when you open your window to overflowing. If you feel better, in the morning to smoke a cigar, look take a pen one of these evenings, and towards the bridge of Le Pecq, and just as you feel—at haphazard, but say to yourself, My godson is very very downrightly—write me reproach silly, but whilst here they deride him, on reproach on the score of my idleover there he suffers.'

This seems an odd proposition, “A. DE M." yet I pray you have the courage to acThe Marraine helped to bring by verses (without any name, bien en

cept it. I wish to answer that letter matters to a pacific ending between tendu), but I require the shuttlecock to the Princess and her once lover-poet, be thrown at me by a battledore, and so that we find the last letters given you only can strike it up to me. I us by Madame Jaubert contain must, if I speak at all, speak in conhardly any direct mention of her, science, and am incapable of imagintime and absence having in some ing aught. Begin by laughing at this measure healed the wound, whose heart; I will return it you. A. DE M.”

nonsense, e poi send me a beat of your smarting is, however, still betrayed by many a sad allusion, as in this

This is the last bright badinage letter, for instance:

from the

great poet Madame Jaubert

gives. Though all the letters are “A note sounded by you, my blond undated, we know that this brings and small Marraine, is, and will be us to the close of 1853; and the ever, at my diapason; we have in all following year the Marraine rethings and so often given each other marked the frequent alternatives of our la, as to be certain of remaining ill health, which reacted painfully in tune, our instrument being good. Your poppy touched me, the poor

on his mind, producing very conthing. You should have sent me a stant low spirits. The heart-disleaf of it, and compared me to it,- ease which was finally to carry him shifting, ever whirling, untidy, it is off, became more and more violent. my very image! But alas! and alas! The overstrained heart worked its no longer is it the breath of passion vengeance on the poet who had that makes me whirl and go mad. I am no longer even a poppy. My old made such undue calls on its heart, which remains stationary at powers and pastimes ! fifteen years of age, is so well aware

Poor De Musset ! like Thekla he of its own folly that it dares not wish had tasted, nay—more than tasted,

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