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other's　covetousness；　just　as　you　are　able　to　read　a　man's　love；　by

the　look　in　the　eyes；　consequently　I　became　an　admirable　butt　for

ridicule。　My　comrades；　nearly　all　belonging　to　the　lower　bourgeoisie；

would　show　me　their　〃rillons〃　and　ask　if　I　knew　how　they　were　made　and

where　they　were　sold；　and　why　it　was　that　I　never　had　any。　They　licked

their　lips　as　they　talked　of　themscraps　of　pork　pressed　in　their　own

fat　and　looking　like　cooked　truffles；　they　inspected　my　lunch…basket；

and　finding　nothing　better　than　Olivet　cheese　or　dried　fruits；　they

plagued　me　with　questions：　〃Is　that　all　you　have？　have　you　really

nothing　else？〃speeches　which　made　me　realize　the　difference　between

my　brother　and　myself。



This　contrast　between　my　own　abandonment　and　the　happiness　of　others

nipped　the　roses　of　my　childhood　and　blighted　my　budding　youth。　The

first　time　that　I；　mistaking　my　comrades'　actions　for　generosity；　put

forth　my　hand　to　take　the　dainty　I　had　so　long　coveted　and　which　was

now　hypocritically　held　out　to　me；　my　tormentor　pulled　back　his　slice

to　the　great　delight　of　his　comrades　who　were　expecting　that　result。

If　noble　and　distinguished　minds　are；　as　we　often　find　them；　capable

of　vanity；　can　we　blame　the　child　who　weeps　when　despised　and　jeered

at？　Under　such　a　trial　many　boys　would　have　turned　into　gluttons　and

cringing　beggars。　I　fought　to　escape　my　persecutors。　The　courage　of

despair　made　me　formidable；　but　I　was　hated；　and　thus　had　no

protection　against　treachery。　One　evening　as　I　left　school　I　was

struck　in　the　back　by　a　handful　of　small　stones　tied　in　a

handkerchief。　When　the　valet；　who　punished　the　perpetrator；　told　this

to　my　mother　she　exclaimed：　〃That　dreadful　child！　he　will　always　be　a

torment　to　us。〃



Finding　that　I　inspired　in　my　schoolmates　the　same　repulsion　that　was

felt　for　me　by　my　family；　I　sank　into　a　horrible　distrust　of　myself。　A

second　fall　of　snow　checked　the　seeds　that　were　germinating　in　my

soul。　The　boys　whom　I　most　liked　were　notorious　scamps；　this　fact

roused　my　pride　and　I　held　aloof。　Again　I　was　shut　up　within　myself

and　had　no　vent　for　the　feelings　with　which　my　heart　was　full。　The

master　of　the　school；　observing　that　I　was　gloomy；　disliked　by　my

comrades；　and　always　alone；　confirmed　the　family　verdict　as　to　my

sulky　temper。　As　soon　as　I　could　read　and　write；　my　mother　transferred

me　to　Pont…le…Voy；　a　school　in　charge　of　Oratorians　who　took　boys　of

my　age　into　a　form　called　the　〃class　of　the　Latin　steps〃　where　dull

lads　with　torpid　brains　were　apt　to　linger。



There　I　remained　eight　years　without　seeing　my　family；　living　the　life

of　a　pariah；partly　for　the　following　reason。　I　received　but　three

francs　a　month　pocket…money；　a　sum　barely　sufficient　to　buy　the　pens；

ink；　paper；　knives；　and　rules　which　we　were　forced　to　supply

ourselves。　Unable　to　buy　stilts　or　skipping…ropes；　or　any　of　the

things　that　were　used　in　the　playground；　I　was　driven　out　of　the

games；　to　gain　admission　on　suffrage　I　should　have　had　to　toady　the

rich　and　flatter　the　strong　of　my　division。　My　heart　rose　against

either　of　these　meannesses；　which；　however；　most　children　readily

employ。　I　lived　under　a　tree；　lost　in　dejected　thought；　or　reading　the

books　distributed　to　us　monthly　by　the　librarian。　How　many　griefs　were

in　the　shadow　of　that　solitude；　what　genuine　anguish　filled　my

neglected　life！　Imagine　what　my　sore　heart　felt　when；　at　the　first

distribution　of　prizes；of　which　I　obtained　the　two　most　valued；

namely；　for　theme　and　for　translation；neither　my　father　nor　my

mother　was　present　in　the　theatre　when　I　came　forward　to　receive　the

awards　amid　general　acclamations；　although　the　building　was　filled

with　the　relatives　of　all　my　comrades。　Instead　of　kissing　the

distributor；　according　to　custom；　I　burst　into　tears　and　threw　myself

on　his　breast。　That　night　I　burned　my　crowns　in　the　stove。　The　parents

of　the　other　boys　were　in　town　for　a　whole　week　preceding　the

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