Paris and the Parisians in 1835 Volume I Part 15
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She uttered all this with such wonderful rapidity, that it would have been quite impossible for me to have made any observation upon it as she went along, if I had been ever so much inclined to do so. But I soon found that this was not expected of me.
"'Twas hers to speak, and mine to hear;"
and I made up my mind to listen as patiently as I could till I should find a convenient opportunity for changing my place.
At different times, and in different climes, I have heretofore listened to a good deal of nonsense, certainly; but I a.s.sure you I never did nor ever can expect again to hear such a profusion of wild absurdity as this lady uttered. Yet I am told that she has in many circles the reputation of being a woman of genius. It would be but a vain attempt did I endeavour to go on remembering and translating all she said; but some of her speeches really deserve recording.
After she had run her tilt against authority, she broke off, exclaiming--
"Mais, apres tout,--what does it signify?... When you have once devoted yourself to the study of the soul, all these little distinctions do appear so trifling!... I have given myself wholly to the study of the soul; and my life pa.s.ses in a series of experiments, which, if I do not wear myself out here," putting her hand to her forehead, "will, I think, eventually lead me to something important."
As she paused for a moment, I thought I ought to say something, and therefore asked her of what nature were the experiments of which she spoke. To which she replied--
"Princ.i.p.ally in comparative anatomy. None but an experimentalist could ever imagine what extraordinary results arise from this best and surest mode of investigation. A mouse, for instance.... Ah, madame!
would you believe it possible that the formation of a mouse could throw light upon the theory of the n.o.blest feeling that warms the heart of man--even upon valour? It is true, I a.s.sure you: such are the triumphs of science. By watching the pulsations of that _chetif_ animal," she continued, eagerly laying hold of my wrist, "we have obtained an immense insight into the most interesting phenomena of the pa.s.sion of fear."
At this moment my old gentleman came back to me, but evidently without any expectation of being able to resume his seat. It was only, I believe, to see how I got on with my metaphysical neighbour. There was an infinite deal of humour in the glance he gave me as he said, "Eh bien, Madame Trollope, est-ce que Madame ---- vous a donne l'ambition de la suivre dans ses sublimes etudes?"
"I fear it would prove beyond my strength," I replied. Upon which Madame ---- started off anew in praise of _her_ science--"the only science worthy the name; the science...."
Here my old friend stole off again, covered by an approaching tray of ices; and I soon after did the same; for I had been busily engaged all day, and I was weary,--so weary that I dreaded dropping to sleep at the very instant that Madame ---- was exerting herself to awaken me to a higher state of intelligence.
I have not, however, told you one tenth part of the marvellous absurdities she poured forth; yet I suspect I have told you enough. I have never before met anything so pre-eminently ridiculous as this: but upon my saying so to my old friend as I pa.s.sed him near the door, he a.s.sured me that he knew another lady, whose mania was education, and whose doctrines and manner of explaining them were decidedly more absurd than Madame ----'s philosophy of the soul.
"Be not alarmed, however; I shall not bestow her upon you, for I intend most carefully to keep out of her way. Do you know of any English ladies thus devoted to the study of the soul?"... I am sincerely happy to say that I do not.
LETTER XXIV.
Expedition to the Luxembourg.--No admittance for Females.--Portraits of "Henri."--Republican Costume.--Quai Voltaire.--Mural Inscriptions.--Anecdote of Marshal Lobau.--Arrest.
Ever since the trials at the Luxembourg commenced, we have intended to make an excursion thither, in order to look at the encampment in the garden, at the military array around the palace, and, in short, to see all that is visible for female eyes in the general aspect of the place, so interesting at the present moment from the important business going on there.
I have done all that could be done to obtain admission to the Chamber during their sittings, and have not been without friends who very kindly interested themselves to render my efforts successful--but in vain; no ladies have been permitted to enter. Whether the feminine regrets have been lessened or increased by the daily accounts that are published of the outrageous conduct of the prisoners, I will not venture to say. _C'est egal_; get in we cannot, whether we wish it or not. It is said, indeed, that in one of the tribunes set apart for the public, a small white hand has been seen to caress some jet-black curls upon the head of a boy; and it was said, too, that the boy called himself George S----d: but I have heard of no other instance of any one not furnished with that important symbol of prerogative, _une barbe au menton_, who has ventured within the proscribed limits.
Our humble-minded project of looking at the walls which enclose the bl.u.s.tering rebels and their patient judges has been at length happily accomplished, and not without affording us considerable amus.e.m.e.nt.
In addition to our usual party, we had the pleasure of being accompanied by two agreeable Frenchmen, who promised to explain whatever signs and symbols might meet our eyes but mock our comprehension. As the morning was delightful, we agreed to walk to the place of our destination, and repose ourselves as much as the tossings of a _fiacre_ would permit on the way home.
That our route lay through the Tuileries Gardens was one reason for this arrangement; and, as usual, we indulged ourselves for a delightful half-hour by sitting under the trees.
Whenever six or eight persons wish to converse together--not in _tete-a-tete_, but in a general confabulation, I would recommend exactly the place we occupied for the purpose, with the chairs of the party drawn together, not spread into a circle, but collected in a group, so that every one can hear, and every one can be heard.
Our conversation was upon the subject of various prints which we had seen exposed upon the Boulevards as we pa.s.sed; and though our two Frenchmen were excellent friends, it was very evident that they did not hold the same opinions in politics;--so we had some very pleasant sparring.
We have been constantly in the habit of remarking a variety of portraits of a pretty, elegant-looking youth, sometimes totally without letters--and yet they were not proofs, excepting of an antique loyalty,--sometimes with the single word "Henri!"--sometimes with a sprig of the pretty weed we call "Forget-me-not,"--and sometimes with the name of "Le Duc de Bordeaux." As we pa.s.sed one of the cases this morning which stand out before a large shop on the Boulevards, I remarked a new one: it was a pretty lithographic print, and being very like an original miniature which had been kindly shown me during a visit I paid in the Faubourg St. Germain, I stopped to buy it, and writing my name on the envelope, ordered it to be sent home.
M. P----, the gentleman who was walking beside me when I stopped, confirmed my opinion that it was a likeness, by his personal knowledge of the original; and it was not difficult to perceive, though he spoke but little on the subject, that an affectionate feeling for "THE CAUSE" and its young hero was at his heart.
M. de L----, the other gentleman who had joined our party, was walking behind us, and came up as I was making my purchase. He smiled. "I see what you are about," said he: "if you and P---- continue to walk together, I am sure you will plot some terrible treason before you get to the Luxembourg."
When we were seated in the Tuileries Gardens, M. de L---- renewed his attack upon me for what he called my seditious conduct in having encouraged the vender of a prohibited article, and declared that he thought he should but do his duty if he left M. P---- and myself in safe custody among the other rebellious characters at the Luxembourg.
"My sedition," replied M. P----, "is but speculative. The best among us now can only sigh that things are not quite as they should be, and be thankful that they are not quite as bad as they might be."
"I rejoice to find that you allow so much, mon cher," replied his friend. "Yes, I think it might be worse; par exemple, if such gentry as those yonder were to have their way with us."
He looked towards three youths who were stalking up the walk before us with the air of being deeply intent on some business of dire import.
They looked like walking caricatures--and in truth they were nothing else.
They were republicans. Similar figures are constantly seen strutting upon the Boulevards, or sauntering, like those before us, in the Tuileries, or hovering in sinister groups about the Bois de Boulogne, each one believing himself to bear the brow of a Brutus and the heart of a Cato. But see them where or when you will, they take good care to be unmistakable; there is not a child of ten years old in Paris who cannot tell a republican when he sees him. In several print-shops I have seen a key to their mystical toilet which may enable the ignorant to read them right. A hat, whose crown if raised for a few inches more would be conical, is highest in importance, as in place; and the shade of Cromwell may perhaps glory in seeing how many desperate wrongheads still mimic his beaver. Then come the long and matted locks, that hang in heavy ominous dirtiness beneath it. The throat is bare, at least from linen; but a plentiful and very disgusting profusion of hair supplies its place. The waistcoat, like the hat, bears an immortal name--"GILET a LA ROBESPIERRE" being its awful designation; and the extent of its wide-spreading lapels is held to be a criterion of the expansive principles of the wearer. _Au reste_, a general air of grim and savage blackguardism is all that is necessary to make up the outward man of a republican of Paris in 1835.
But, oh! the grimaces by which I have seen human face distorted by persons wearing this masquerading attire! Some roll their eyes and knit their brows as if they would bully the whole universe; others fix their dark glances on the ground in fearful meditation; while other some there be who, while gloomily leaning against a statue or a tree, throw such terrific meaning into their looks as might naturally be interpreted into the language of the witches in Macbeth--
"We must, we will--we must, we will Have much more blood,--and become worse, And become worse" ... &c. &c.
The three young men who had just pa.s.sed us were exactly of this stamp.
Our legitimate friend looked after them and laughed heartily.
"C'est a nous autres, mon cher," said de L----, "to enjoy that sight.
You and yours would have but small reason to laugh at such as these, if it were not the business of us and ours to take care that they should do you no harm. You may thank the eighty thousand National Guards of Paris for the pleasure of quizzing with such a complacent feeling of security these very ferocious-looking persons."
"For that I thank them heartily," replied M. P----; "only I think the business would have been quite as well done if those who performed it had the right to do so."
"Bah! Have you not tried, and found you could make nothing of it?"
"I think not, my friend," replied the legitimatist: "we were doing very well, and exerting ourselves to keep the unruly spirits in order, when you stepped in, and promised all the naughty boys in Paris a holiday if they would but make you master. They did make you master--they have had their holiday, and now...."
"And now ..." said I, "what will come next?"
Both the gentlemen answered me at once.
"Riots," said the legitimatist.
"Good order," said the doctrinaire.
We proceeded in our walk, and having crossed the Pont Royal, kept along the Quai Voltaire, to avoid the Rue du Bac; as we all agreed that, notwithstanding Madame de Stael spoke so lovingly of it at a distance, it was far from agreeable when near.
Were it not for a sort of English horror of standing before shop-windows, the walking along that Quai Voltaire might occupy an entire morning. From the first wide-spread display of "remarkable people" for five sous apiece--and there are heads among them which even in their rude lithography would repay some study--from this five-sous gallery of fame to the entrance of the Rue de Seine, it is an almost uninterrupted show;--books, old and new--rich, rare, and worthless; engravings that may be cla.s.sed likewise,--_articles d'occasion_ of all sorts,--but, far above all the rest, the most glorious museums of old carving and gilding, of monstrous chairs, stupendous candlesticks, grotesque timepieces, and ornaments without a name, that can be found in the world. It is here that the wealthy fancier of the ma.s.sive splendour of Louis Quinze comes with a full purse, and it is hence that beyond all hope he departs with a light one. The present royal family of France, it is said, profess a taste for this princely but ponderous style of decoration; and royal carriages are often seen to stop at the door of _magasins_ so heterogeneous in their contents as to admit all t.i.tles excepting only that of "_magasin de nouveautes_," but having at the first glance very greatly the air of a p.a.w.nbroker's shop.
During this lounge along the Quai Voltaire, I saw for the first time some marvellously uncomely portraits, with the names of each inscribed below, and a running t.i.tle for all, cla.s.sing them _en ma.s.se_ as "_Les Prevenus d'Avril_." If these be faithful portraits, the originals are to be greatly pitied; for they seem by nature predestined to the evil work they have been about. Every one of them looks
"Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him."
It should seem that the materials for rebellion were in Shakspeare's days much of the same kind as they are in ours. If these be portraits, the originals need have no fear of the caricaturist before their eyes--their "villanies of nature" could hardly be exaggerated; and I should think that H. B. himself would try his pencil upon them in vain.
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