Margaret Fuller (Marchesa Ossoli) Part 18

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She begins by commenting upon the lamentation general at that time, and not uncommon in this, over the depravity of taste and of life already becoming familiar to the youth of America through the medium of the French novel. Concerning this, she says:--

"It is useless to bewail what is the inevitable result of the movement of our time. Europe must pour her corruptions no less than her riches on our sh.o.r.es, both in the form of books and of living men. She cannot, if she would, check the tide which bears them hitherward. No defences are possible, on our vast extent of sh.o.r.e, that can preclude their ingress.

Our only hope lies in rousing in our own community a soul of goodness, a wise aspiration, that shall give us strength to a.s.similate this unwholesome food to better substance, or to cast off its contaminations."

In view of the translation and republication of these works, Margaret remarks that it would be desirable for our people to know something of the position which the writers occupy in their own country. She says, moreover, what we would fain hope may be true to-day, that "our imitation of Europe does not yet go so far that the American milliner can be depended on to copy anything from the Parisian grisette, except her cap."

Margaret speaks at some length of Balzac's novel "Le Pere Goriot," which she had just read. "The author," she says, "reminds one of the Spanish romancers in the fearlessness with which he takes mud into his hands, and dips his foot in slime. We cannot endure this when done, as by most Frenchmen, with an air of recklessness and gayety; but Balzac does it with the stern manliness of a Spaniard."

The conception of this novel appears to her "so sublime," that she compares its perusal to a walk through the catacombs, which the reader would not willingly have missed; "though the light of day seems stained afterwards with the mould of horror and dismay."

She infers from much of its tenor that Balzac was "familiar with that which makes the agony of poverty--its vulgarity. Dirt, confusion, shabby expedients, living to live,--these are what make poverty terrible and odious; and in these Balzac would seem to have been steeped to the very lips." The skill with which he ill.u.s.trates both the connection and the contrast between the depth of poverty and the height of luxury co-existing in Parisian life, is much dwelt upon by Margaret, as well as the praise-worthy fact that he depicts with equal faithfulness the vices developed by these opposite conditions. His insight and mastery appear to her "admirable throughout," the characters "excellently drawn,"

especially that of the Pere Goriot, the father of two heartless women, for whom he has sacrificed everything, and who in turn sacrifice him without mercy to their own pleasures and ambitions. Admirable, too, she finds him "in his description of look, tone, gesture. He has a keen sense of whatever is peculiar to the individual." With this acute appreciation of the great novelist's merits, Margaret unites an equally comprehensive perception of his fatal defects of character. His scepticism regarding virtue she calls fearful, his spirit Mephistophelian. "He delights to a.n.a.lyze, to cla.s.sify. But he has no hatred for what is loathsome, no contempt for what is base, no love for what is lovely, no faith for what is n.o.ble. To him there is no virtue and no vice; men and women are more or less finely organized; n.o.ble and tender conduct is more agreeable than the reverse,--that is all." His novels show "goodness, aspiration, the loveliest instincts, stifled, strangled by fate in the form of our own brute nature."

Margaret did not, perhaps, foresee how popular strangling of this kind was destined to become in the romance of the period following her own.

Contrasting Eugene Sue with Balzac, she finds in the first an equal power of observation, disturbed by a more variable temperament, and enhanced by "the heart and faith that Balzac lacks." She sees him standing, pen in hand, armed with this slight but keen weapon, as "the champion of poverty, innocence, and humanity against superst.i.tion, selfishness, and prejudice." His works, she thinks, with "all their strong points and brilliant decorations, may erelong be forgotten.

Still, the writer's name shall be held in imperishable honor as the teacher of the ignorant, the guardian of the weak." She sums up thus the merits of the two: "Balzac is the heartless surgeon, probing the wounds and describing the delirium of suffering men for the amus.e.m.e.nt of his students. Sue, a bold and glittering crusader, with endless ballads jingling in the silence of night before the battle." She finds both of them "much right and a good deal wrong," since their most virtuous personages are allowed to practise stratagems, falsehood, and violence,--a taint, she thinks, of the old _regime_ under which "La belle France has worn rouge so long that the purest mountain air will not soon restore the natural hues to her complexion."

Two ideal sketches, "The Rich Man" and "The Poor Man," are also preserved in this volume, and are noticeable as treating of differences and difficulties which have rather become aggravated than diminished since Margaret's time. The "Rich Man" is a merchant, who "sees in commerce a representation of most important interests, a grand school that may teach the heart and soul of the civilized world to a willing, thinking mind. He plays his part in the game, but not for himself alone.

He sees the interests of all mankind engaged with his, and remembers them while he furthers his own." In regard of his social status, she says:--

"Our nation is not silly in striving for an aristocracy. Humanity longs for its upper cla.s.ses. The silliness consists in making them out of clothes, equipage, and a servile imitation of foreign manners, instead of the genuine elegance and distinction that can only be produced by genuine culture.... Our merchant shall be a real n.o.bleman, whose n.o.ble manners spring from a n.o.ble mind; his fas.h.i.+ons from a sincere, intelligent love of the beautiful."

Margaret's "Poor Man" is an industrious artisan, not too poor to be sure of daily bread, cleanliness, and reasonable comfort. His advantages will be in the harder training and deeper experience which his circ.u.mstances will involve. Suffering privation in his own person, he will, she thinks, feel for the sufferings of others. Having no advent.i.tious aids to bring him into prominence, there will be small chance for him "to escape a well-tempered modesty." He must learn enough to convince himself that mental growth and refinement are not secured by one set of employments, or lost through another. "Mahomet was not a wealthy merchant; profound philosophers have ripened on the benches, not of the lawyers, but of the shoemakers. It did not hurt Milton to be a school-master, nor Shakespeare to do the errands of a London playhouse.

Yes, 'the mind is its own place;' and if it will keep that place, all doors will be opened from it." This ideal poor man must be "religious, wise, dignified, and humble, grasping at nothing, claiming all; willing to wait, never willing to give up; servile to none, the servant of all,--esteeming it the glory of a man to serve." Such a type of character, she tells us, is rare, but not unattainable.

The poems in this volume may be termed fugitive pieces, rhymes twined and dropped in the pathway of a life too busy for much versification.

They somewhat recall Mr. Emerson's manner, but have not the point and felicity which have made him scarcely less eminent in verse than in prose. They will, however, well repay a perusal. In order that this volume may not be wholly lacking in their grace, we subjoin two short poems, which we have chosen from among a number of perhaps equal interest. One of these apostrophizes an artist whose rendering of her Greeks made him dear to her:--

FLAXMAN.

We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone, Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought, And in the forms of G.o.ds and heroes wrought Eternal beauty from the sculptured stone,-- A higher charm than modern culture won With all the wealth of metaphysic lore, Gifted to a.n.a.lyze, dissect, explore.

A many-colored light flows from one sun; Art, 'neath its beams, a motley thread has spun; The prism modifies the perfect day; But thou hast known such mediums to shun, And cast once more on life a pure, white ray.

Absorbed in the creations of thy mind, Forgetting daily self, my truest self I find.

The other poem interprets for us the significance of one of the few jewels which queenly Margaret deigned to wear,--a signet ring, bearing the image of Mercury:--

MY SEAL-RING.

Mercury has cast aside The signs of intellectual pride, Freely offers thee the soul: Art thou n.o.ble to receive?

Canst thou give or take the whole, n.o.bly promise, and believe?

Then thou wholly human art, A spotless, radiant ruby heart, And the golden chain of love Has bound thee to the realm above.

If there be one small, mean doubt, One serpent thought that fled not out, Take instead the serpent-rod,-- Thou art neither man nor G.o.d.

Guard thee from the powers of evil,-- Who cannot trust, vows to the devil.

Walk thy slow and spell-bound way; Keep on thy mask, or shun the day,-- Let go my hand upon the way.

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