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Chapter 4 THE EDUCATION OF A PHILOSOPHER.

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the morning; sometimes helped in the housework; sometimes walked abroad with the Doctor, to drink wisdom from the fountain-head; and was introduced at night to the sciences and the dead to

of manners, a moral qualification, or a sounding epithet was sure to be preferred before a piece of science; a little more, and he would have written the 'Comparative Pharmacopoeia' in verse! The article 'Mummia,' for instance, was already complete, though the remainder of the work had not progressed beyond the letter A. It was exceedingly copious and entertaining, written with quaintness and colour, exact, erudite, a litera

lked, sometimes alone, sometimes accompanied by Jean-Marie; f

ossession of her faculties. I am afraid she was greatly an animal, but she was a very nice animal to have about. In this way, she had little to do with Jean-Marie; but the sympathy which had been established between them on the first night remained unbroken; they held occasional conversations, mostly on household matters; to the extreme disappointment of the Doctor, they occasional

ar boy,' she had said once, 'how sad it is that he should be so stupid!' She had never repeated that remark, for the Doctor had raged like a wild bull, denouncing the brutal bluntness of her mind, bemoaning his own fate to be so unequally mated with an ass, and, what touched Anastasie more nearly, menacing the table china by the fury of his gesticulations. But she adhered silently to her

he not educating the boy? And education, philosophers are agreed, is the most philosophical of duties. What can be more heavenly to poor mankind than to have one's hobby grow into a duty to the State? Then, indeed, do the ways of life become ways of pleasantness. Never had the Doctor seen reason to be more content wi

by so philosophic an instructor, was bound, by the nature of the universe, to make a more obvious and lasting advance. Now Jean-Marie was slow in all things, impenetrable in others; and his power of forge

d health and moderation proved the subject of the

e sake of the turpentine-unadulterated wine, and the reflections of an unsophisticated spirit in the presence of the works of nature-these, my boy, are the best medical appliances and the best religious comforts. Devote yourself to these. Hark! there are the bells of Bourron (the wind is in the north, it will be fair). How clear and airy is the sound! The nerves are harmonised and quieted; the mind attuned to silence; and observe how easily and regularly beats the heart! Your unenlightened doctor would see nothing in these sensations; and yet you yourself perceive they are a part of health.-Did you remember your cinchona this morning? Good. Cinchona also is a work of nature; it is, after all, only the bark of a tree which we might gather for ourselves if we lived in the

the air, and filled the ear with something between whispered speech and singing. It seemed as if every blade of grass must hide a cigale; and the fields rang merrily with their music, jingling far and near as with the sleigh-bells of the fairy queen. From their station on the slope the eye embraced a large space of poplar'd plain upon the one hand, the waving hill-

it looks!

ves, the defenders sallied hotly over the drawbridge, each side uttered its cry as they plied their weapons. Do you know that the walls extended as far as the Commanderie? Tradition so reports. Alas, what a long way off is all this confusion-nothing left of it but my quiet words spoken in your ear-and the town itself shrunk to the hamlet underneath us! By-and-by came the English wars-you shall hear more of the English, a stup

ad of that,' s

voury gusto. 'Perhaps one of the reasons why I love my little hamlet as I do, is

I do not think I should have forgotten. I a

er live in the old Gretz or in the new, free from the alarms of war, with the green country at the door, without n

ld prefer the new

ch, I should indubitably make my residence in Paris-you know Paris-Paris and Paradise are not convertible terms. This pleasant noise of the wind streaming among leaves changed into the grinding Babel of the street, the stupid glare of plaster substituted for this quiet pattern of greens and greys, the nerves shattered, the digestion falsified-picture the fall! Already you perceive t

nt of men transcended his belief. Paris, he protested, was even an agreeable place

or. 'Did you not steal

wrong when he stole. Nor, indeed, did the Doctor think he had; but

y heaven of innocent pleasures. If millions are offered me, I wave them back: Retro, Sathanas!-Evil one, begone! Fix your mind on my exampl

scussion. And besides, there was one thing admirable in the philosophy, and that was the enthusiasm of the philosopher. There was never any one more vigorously determined to be pleased; and if he was not a great logician, and so had no right to convi

vices of my nature are now uppermost; innocent pleasures woo me in vain; I long for Paris, for my wallowing in the mire. See,' he would continue, producing a handful of silver, 'I denude myself, I am not to be trusted with the price of a fare. Take it, keep it for me, squander it on deleter

somewhat artificial poetry of his existence; but to the boy, though he was dimly aware of their theatricality, they repres

for Jean-Marie. 'Could not r

the world imagine they will be exceptional when they grow wealthy; but possession is debasin

better if you had l

the Doctor; but his voi

nded pitile

izing with him. 'Because,' said he-affecting deliberation after an obvious pause-'because I have formed my l

oods. Desprez was inclined to be a sheet in the wind's eye after dinner, especially after Rhone wine, his favourite weakness. He would then remark on the warmth of his feeling for Anastasie, and with inflamed cheeks and a loose, flustered smile, debate upon all sorts of topics, and

away; neither did he care if they were perfectly agreed among themselves; and his spiritual pleasures had nothing to do with turning them over or justifying them in words. Words were with him a mere accomplishment, like dancing. When he was by himself, his pleasures were almost vegetable. He would slip into the woods towards Acheres, and sit in the mouth of a cave among gr

runk with words, the adopted stabl

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