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the lily of the valley-第3章

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distribution of the prizes; and my comrades departed joyfully the next

day; while I; whose father and mother were only a few miles distant;

remained at the school with the 〃outremers;〃a name given to scholars

whose families were in the colonies or in foreign countries。



You will notice throughout how my unhappiness increased in proportion

as the social spheres on which I entered widened。 God knows what

efforts I made to weaken the decree which condemned me to live within

myself! What hopes; long cherished with eagerness of soul; were doomed

to perish in a day! To persuade my parents to come and see me; I wrote

them letters full of feeling; too emphatically worded; it may be; but

surely such letters ought not to have drawn upon me my mother's

reprimand; coupled with ironical reproaches for my style。 Not

discouraged even then; I implored the help of my sisters; to whom I

always wrote on their birthdays and fete…days with the persistence of

a neglected child; but it was all in vain。 As the day for the

distribution of prizes approached I redoubled my entreaties; and told

of my expected triumphs。 Misled by my parents' silence; I expected

them with a beating heart。 I told my schoolfellows they were coming;

and then; when the old porter's step sounded in the corridors as he

called my happy comrades one by one to receive their friends; I was

sick with expectation。 Never did that old man call my name!



One day; when I accused myself to my confessor of having cursed my

life; he pointed to the skies; where grew; he said; the promised palm

for the 〃Beati qui lugent〃 of the Saviour。 From the period of my first

communion I flung myself into the mysterious depths of prayer;

attracted to religious ideas whose moral fairyland so fascinates young

spirits。 Burning with ardent faith; I prayed to God to renew in my

behalf the miracles I had read of in martyrology。 At five years of age

I fled to my star; at twelve I took refuge in the sanctuary。 My

ecstasy brought dreams unspeakable; which fed my imagination; fostered

my susceptibilities; and strengthened my thinking powers。 I have often

attributed those sublime visions to the guardian angel charged with

moulding my spirit to its divine destiny; they endowed my soul with

the faculty of seeing the inner soul of things; they prepared my heart

for the magic craft which makes a man a poet when the fatal power is

his to compare what he feels within him with reality;the great

things aimed for with the small things gained。 Those visions wrote

upon my brain a book in which I read that which I must voice; they

laid upon my lips the coal of utterance。



My father having conceived some doubts as to the tendency of the

Oratorian teachings; took me from Pont…le…Voy; and sent me to Paris to

an institution in the Marais。 I was then fifteen。 When examined as to

my capacity; I; who was in the rhetoric class at Pont…le…Voy; was

pronounced worthy of the third class。 The sufferings I had endured in

my family and in school were continued under another form during my

stay at the Lepitre Academy。 My father gave me no money; I was to be

fed; clothed; and stuffed with Latin and Greek; for a sum agreed on。

During my school life I came in contact with over a thousand comrades;

but I never met with such an instance of neglect and indifference as

mine。 Monsieur Lepitre; who was fanatically attached to the Bourbons;

had had relations with my father at the time when all devoted

royalists were endeavoring to bring about the escape of Marie

Antoinette from the Temple。 They had lately renewed acquaintance; and

Monsieur Lepitre thought himself obliged to repair my father's

oversight; and to give me a small sum monthly。 But not being

authorized to do so; the amount was small indeed。



The Lepitre establishment was in the old Joyeuse mansion where; as in

all seignorial houses; there was a porter's lodge。 During a recess;

which preceded the hour when the man…of…all…work took us to the

Charlemagne Lyceum; the well…to…do pupils used to breakfast with the

porter; named Doisy。 Monsieur Lepitre was either ignorant of the fact

or he connived at this arrangement with Doisy; a regular smuggler whom

it was the pupils' interest to protect;he being the secret guardian

of their pranks; the safe confidant of their late returns and their

intermediary for obtaining forbidden books。 Breakfast on a cup of

〃cafe…au…lait〃 is an aristocratic habit; explained by the high prices

to which colonial products rose under Napoleon。 If the use of sugar

and coffee was a luxury to our parents; with us it was the sign of

self…conscious superiority。 Doisy gave credit; for he reckoned on the

sisters and aunts of the pupils; who made it a point of honor to pay

their debts。 I resisted the blandishments of his place for a long

time。 If my judges knew the strength of its seduction; the heroic

efforts I made after stoicism; the repressed desires of my long

resistance; they would pardon my final overthrow。 But; child as I was;

could I have the grandeur of soul that scorns the scorn of others?

Moreover; I may have felt the promptings of several social vices whose

power was increased by my longings。



About the end of the second year my father and mother came to Paris。

My brother had written me the day of their arrival。 He lived in Paris;

but had never been to see me。 My sisters; he said; were of the party;

we were all to see Paris together。 The first day we were to dine in

the Palais…Royal; so as to be near the Theatre…Francais。 In spite of

the intoxication such a programme of unhoped…for delights excited; my

joy was dampened by the wind of a coming storm; which those who are

used to unhappiness apprehend instinctively。 I was forced to own a

debt of a hundred francs to the Sieur Doisy; who threatened to ask my

parents himself for the money。 I bethought me of making my brother the

emissary of Doisy; the mouth…piece of my repentance and the mediator

of pardon。 My father inclined to forgiveness; but my mother was

pitiless; her dark blue eye froze me; she fulminated cruel prophecies:

〃What should I be later if at seventeen years of age I committed such

follies? Was I really a son of hers? Did I mean to ruin my family? Did

I think myself the only child of the house? My brother Charles's

career; already begun; required large outlay; amply deserved by his

conduct which did honor to the family; while mine would always

disgrace it。 Did I know nothing of the value of money; and what I cost

them? Of what use were coffee and sugar to my education? Such conduct

was the first step into all the vices。〃



After enduring the shock of this torrent which rasped my soul; I was

sent back to school in charge of my brother。 I lost the dinner at the

Freres Provencaux; and was deprived of seeing Talma in Britannicus。

Such was my first interview with my mother after a separation of

twelve years。



When I had finished school my father left me under the guardianship of

Monsieur Lepit
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