DIDEROT. VOL. II. WORKS BY THE SAME AUTHOR. NEW UNIFORM EDITION. Voltaire. 6s. Rousseau, gs. On Compromise. 3*. 6d. Critical Miscellanies. First Series. CONTENTS : Vauvenargues Condor cet Joseph De Maistre Carlyle Byron drv. Critical Miscellanies. Second Soies. CONTENTS : Robespierre -Turgot Mill Macaulay Popular Culture &c. DIDEROT AND THE ENCYCLOPAEDISTS. JOHN MORLEY. VOL. II. LONDON: CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193, PICCADILLY. 1878. (All rights reserved.) I.ON-EON Cr.ADBURY, AGNEW, & CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIAKS. CONTENTS. CHAPTER VIII. Rameaii's Nephew. PAGE The word that inspired this composition ...... 1 History of the text .3 Various accounts of the design of Itanieau's Nepliem . . .5 Juvenal's Parasite .7 Lucian .8 Diderot's picture of his original 10 Not without imaginative strokes .11 More than a literary diversion . . . ... . .14 Sarcasms on Palissot .15 The musical controversy 17 CHAPTER IX. Other Dialogues. (1) Tlw Conversations of a Fallier mitJi his Children . . 19 Kemarks upon it 24 (2) TJie Inconsistency of Public Judgment on Private Actions . . 25 Observations 28 (3) Supplement to Bougainville's Travels . ... 31 Philosophical qualities of the discussion not satisfactory . . .37 Nothing gained by his criticism on marriage 33 CHAPTER X. Romance. Digression inevitable in dealing with Diderot 42 Kichardson's influence in Europe . ... .43 Diderot's Eloge upon him 45 Rousseau and Richardson . 48 vi CONTENTS. PAGE Diderot writes The Nun 49 Circumstances of its composition . 50 Its intention 52 And characteristics 53 Sterne 54 Diderot writes Jacques Ic lataliste 55 Its history 56 Goethe's criticism on it 57 Nature of Diderot's imitation of Richardson and Sterne ... 58 No true creation in Jacques le Fataliste 59 Its unredeemed grossness . . 60 Its lack of poetry and of flavour 62 CHAPTER XI. Art. The Salons . . . . 63 Qualities of their criticism 64 Deep foundation of Diderot's critical quality 65 French art-criticism 66 Dufreenoy, Dubos, Webb, Andre, Batteux 67 Travellers in Italy 68 Diderot never in Italy 70 Spirit of French art in his day 71 Greuze, Diderot's favourite 74 Greuze's Accordee de Village 75 Hogarth would have displeased Diderot . . . . .77 Diderot's considerateness in criticism 78 Boucher . . . . . . . 79 Fragonard 80 Diderot adds literary charm to scientific criticism . . . .81 His readiness for moral asides 82 His suggestions of pictorial subjects 85 His improved versions 87 Illustration of his variety of approach 89 Diderot's Essay on Painting 90 Goethe's commentary 91 Difference^ type between Goethe and Diderot 94 Diderot's essay on Beauty 95 His anticipation of Lessing 97 Husic . . - 100 CONTENTS. vii CHAPTER XII. Saint Petersburg and the Hac/iie. PAGE Diderot's resolution to visit the Empress of llussia . . . .102 The Princess Dashkow 103 Prince Galitzin 104- Diderot in Holland (1773) 105 St. Petersburg and Kussian civilisation 107 The Empress 10'J Accounts of her by men of affairs 110 Her pursuit of French culture 112 Her interest in the French philosophic party 114 Partly the result of political calculation 116 The philosophers and the Partition of Poland 119 Itulhiure's narrative of Catherine's accession 120 Falconet, the first Frenchman welcomed by her 122 Diderot arrives at St. Petersburg (1773) 12-i His conversations with the Empress ' 125 Not successful as a politician 126 General impression of him 127 Grimm outstrips him in court favour 128 Diderot's return to the Hague 130 Bjornstahl's report of him . . . 132 Contemporary literature in Holland 134 Hemsterhuys 136 The Princess Galitzin . 137 Diderot's return to Paris ..... .139 CHAPTER XIII. Helvetius. Three works of which Diderot was regarded as the inspirer . .141 Helvetius's I? Esprit 141 Contemporary protests against it 142 Target's weighty criticism 143 Eeal drift of the book 144: Account of Helvetius 145 The style of his book . ' 152 The momentous principle contained in it 153 Adopted from Helvetius by Bentharn 151 viii CONTENTS. PAGE Helvetius's statement of doctrine of Utility 155 Miscarriage of the doctrine in Ms hands 156 His fallacy : 157 True side of Ms objectionable position : 158 Helvetius's reckless presentation of a true theory 159 Confusion of beneficence with self-love 160 Imitation from Mandeville 161 Mean anecdotes 162" Nature of Helvetius's errors 163 Explanation of them . . . . 164 Positive side of Ms speculation 165 Its true significance 166 Second great paradox of V Esprit 167 Benjamin Constant's AdolpJw 170 CHAPTER XIV. Holbactis System of Nature. Publication of the System of Nature 173' Its startling effect , 174 Voltaire's alarm , 175 He never understood Holbach's position 177 Account of Holbach - 179 Disregard of historic opinion in Ms book 181 Its remarkable violence against the government . . . . .183 The sting of this violence . . . . . . . . . 185 The doctrine from which Holbach's book arose 185- Account of Holbach's Naturalism 187 His proposition concerning Man 191 He uses the orthodox language about the pride of men .... 195 His treatment of Morals 196 Onslaught upon the theory of Free Will 197 Connection of necessarianism with humanity in punishment . .199 His answer to some objections against necessarianism .... 200 Chapter on the Immortality of the Soul ...... 201 His enthusiasm for reforms . . . 203- The literature of a political revolution . . . ' . . . . 205 Misrepresentation of Holbach's'etMcal_theory ..... 207 The System of Nature, a protest Against ascetic ideals .... 210- The subject of the second half of the book 211 Eepudiation of the a priori method 212 CONTENTS. ix , PAGE Eeplies to the common charges against atheism 215 The chapter on the superiority of Naturalism . . . . . 216 Political side of the indictment against religion 219 Holbach's propagandism 220 CHAPTER XV. RaynaVs History of the Indies. Contemporary estimate of the History of the Indies .... 222 Account of Eaynal 223 Composition of the book 22G Its varied popularity 228 Frederick the Great dislikes it . . .22!) Signal merit of the History 231 Its shortcomings 232 Its idyllic inventions 23;; Its animation and variety 237 Superficial causes of its popularity 238 Its deeper source 239 Catholicism in contact with the lower races 240 The other side of this 241 Eaynal's book a plea for justice and humanity 242 Morality towards subject races . 244 Slavery 245 Eaynal's conduct in the Eevolution 247 His end . , 249 CHAPTER XVI. Diderot's Closing Years. Diderot's meditation on life and death 250 Age overtakes him on his return from Eussia 251 Writes his life of Seneca . .253 Its quality 255 Interest to Diderot of Seneca's career 256 Strange digression in the Essay 257 Eeason for Diderot's anger against Eousseaa 259 His usual magnanimity 261 x CONTENTS. PAGE Diderot's relations with Voltaire 2G3 Naigeon 264 Romilly's account of Diderot 265 Palissot and the conservative writers . 267 The ecclesiastical champions of the old system 269 The precursors gradually disappearing 271 Galiani 272 Beaumarchais's Nariage dc, Figaro 273 Diderot's famous couplet 274 His fellow-townsmen at Langres 275 Diderot's last days 276 CHAPTER XVII. Conclusion. The variety of Diderot's topics 279 (1.) Thoughts on t he Interpretation of Nature 280 Maupertuis's Loi (VEpargne 230 General scope of Diderot's aphorisms 281 Prophecy about geometry 282 Utility made to prescribe limits to speculation .... 2S.-5 The other side of this principle 285 On Final Causes 286 Adaptation of the Leibnitzian law of econcmy .... 287 (2.) If AUniberfs Dream 289 Diderot not the originator of French materialism . . . 290 Materialism of the three dialogues 291 Mdlle. Lespinasse's moral objections 292 (;>.) Plan of a University for Russia, 293 Religious instruction 294 Latin and Greek . . 295 Letter to the Countess of Forbach 295 (4.) Conversation n*it7i tile Marechak dc *** 296 Parable 'of the young Mexican 297 (5.) Letters to Falconet 298 Diderot 'defends the feeling for posterity ...... 299 APPENDIX. Raincau's Nephew : a Translation 303 DIDEROT. CHAPTER VIII. EAMEAU'S NEPHEW. IN" hypochondriacal moments, it has been said, the world, viewed from the aesthetic side, appears to many a one a cabinet of caricatures ; from the intellec- tual side, a madhouse ; and from the moral side, a har- bouring place for rascals. 1 "We might perhaps extend this saying beyond the accidents of hypochondriasis, and urge that the few wide, profound, and real observers of human life have all known, and known often, this fantastic consciousness of living in a strange distorted universe of lunatics, knaves, grotesques. It is an inevitable mood to any who dare to shake the kaleido- scopic fragments out of their conventional and ac- cepted combination. Who does not remember deep traces of such a mood in Plato, Shakespeare, Pascal, Goethe? And Diderot, who went near to having something of the deep quality of those sovereign, spirits, did not escape, any more than they, the visi- 1 Schopenhauer, EQiik, 199. VOL. IT. B 2 DIDEROT. tation of the misanthropic spectre. The distinction of the greater minds is that they have no temptation to give the spectre a permanent home with them, as* is done by theologians in order to prove the necessity of grace and another world, or by cynics in order to- prove the wisdom of selfishness in this world. The greater minds accept the worse facts of character for 'what they are worth, and bring them into a right perspective with the better facts. They have no- expectation of escaping all perplexities, nor of hitting on answers to all the moral riddles of the world. Yet are they ever drawn by an invincible fascination to the feet of the mighty Sphinx of society. She bewilders them with questions that are never over- heard by common ears, and torments them with a mockery that is unobserved by common eyes. The energetic a Socrates, a Diderot cannot content themselves with merely recording her everlasting puzzles ; still less with merely writing over again the already recorded answers. They insist on scrutinising the moral world afresh ; they resolve the magniloquent vocabulary of abstract ethics into the small realities- from which it has come ; they break the complacent repose of opinion and usage by a graphic irony. 1 The definitions of moral beings,' said Diderot, ' are always made from what such beings ought to be, and never from what they are. People incessantly con- found duty with the thing as it is.' 1 We shall proceed to give a short account of one or two- 1 (Euv., iv. 29. RAMEAU'S NEPHEW. 3 dialogues in which he endeavoured to keep clear of this confusion. By far the most important of these is Rameau''s Nepheiv. The fortunes of this singular production are probably unique in literary history. In the year 1804 Schiller handed to Goethe the manuscript of a piece by Diderot, with the wish that he might find himself able to translate it into German. ' As I had long,' says Goethe, i cherished a great regard for this author, I cheerfully undertook the task, after looking through the original. People can see, I hope, that I threw my whole soul into it.' J When he had done his work, he returned the manuscript to Schiller. Schiller died almost immediately (May, 1805), and the mysterious manuscript disappeared. Goethe could never learn either whence it had come, or whither it went. He always suspected that the autograph original had been sent to the empress Catherine at St. Petersburg, and that Schiller's manuscript was a copy from that. Though Goethe had executed his translation, as he says, 'not merely with readiness but even with passion,' the violent and only too just hatred then prevailing in Germany for France and for all that belonged to France, hindered any vogue which Rameau''s Nephew might otherwise have had. On the eve of Austerlitz and of Jena there might well be little humour for a satire from the French. Thirteen years afterwards an edition of Diderot's works appeared in Paris (Belin's edition of 1818), 1 WerTce, xxv. 291. B 2 4 DIDER01. but the editors were obliged to content themselves, for Rameau^s Nephew, with an analysis of Goethe's translation. In 1821 a lively sensation was produced by the publication of what professed to be the original text of the missing dialogue. It was really a re- translation into French from Goethe. The fraud was not discovered for some time, until in 1823 Briere announced for his edition of Diderot's works, a reprint from a genuine original. This original he had pro- cured from Madame de Vandeul, Diderot's daughter, who still survived. She described it as a copy made in 1760 under the author's own eyes, and this may have been the case, though, if so, it must from some of the references have been revised after 1773. The two young men who had tried to palm off their re-trans- lation from Goethe as Diderot's own text, at once had the effrontery to accuse Briere and Diderot's daughter of repeating their own fraud. A vivacious dispute followed between the indignant publisher and his impudent detractors. At length Briere appealed to the great Jove of Weimar. Goethe expressed his conviction that Briere's text was the genuine text of the original, and this was held to settle the question. Yet Goethe's voucher for its correspondence with the copy handed to him by Schiller was not really decisive evidence. He admits that he executed the translation very rapidly, and had no time to compare it closely with the French. An identification nearly twenty years afterwards of verbal resemblances and minute references in a work that had been only a short time RAMEAU'S NEPHEW. 5 in his hands, cannot be counted testimony of the highest kind. "We have thus the extraordinary circum- stance that for a great number of years, down almost to the present decade, the text of the one master- piece of a famous man who died so recently as 1784, rested on a single manuscript, and that a manuscript of disputed authenticity. 1 Critics differ extremely in their answers to the question of the subject or object of Diderot's singu- lar * farce-tragedy.' One declares it to be merely a satirical picture of contemporary manners. Another insists that it is meant to be an ironical reductio ad absurdum of the theory of self-interest, by exhibiting a concrete example of its working in all its grossness. A third holds that it was composed by way of rejoinder to Palissot's comedy (Les Philosophes\ 1760, which had brought the chiefs of the rationalistic school upon the stage, and presented them as enemies of the human race. A fourth suspects that the personal and dra- matic portions are no more than a setting for the dis- cussion of the comparative merits of the French and Italian schools of music. The true answer is that the dialogue is all of these things, because it is none of them. It is neither more nor less than the living picture and account of an original, drawn by a man 1 The original of the text, published in the Assezat edition of Diderot's works, was a manuscript found, with other waifs and strays of the eighteenth century, in a chest that had belonged to Messrs. Wiirtel and Treutz, the publishers at Strasburg. Its authenticity is corroborated by the fact that in the places where Goethe has marked an omission, we find stories or expres- sions from which we understand only too well why Goethe forbore to repro- duce them. 6 DIDEROT. of genius who was accustomed to observe human nature and society with a free unblinking vision, and to meditate upon them deeply and searchingly. Di- derot goes to work with Rameau in some sort and to a certain extent as Shakespeare went to work with Falstaff. He is the artist, reproducing with the variety and perfection of art a whimsical figure that struck his fancy and stirred the creative impulse. Ethics, aesthetics, manners, satire, are all indeed to be found in the dialogue, but they are only there as incident to the central figure of the sketch, the prodigy of parasites. Diderot had no special fondness for these originals. Yet he had a keen and just sense of their interest. ' Their character stands out from the rest of the world, it breaks that tiresome uniformity which our bringing up, our social conventions, and our arbi- trary fashions have introduced. If one of them makes his appearance in a company, he is like leaven, fer- menting and restoring to each person present a portion of his natural individuality. He stirs people up, moves them, provokes to praise or blame : he is a means of bringing out reality ; gives honest people a chance of showing what they are made of, and un- masks the rogues.' l Hearing that the subject of Diderot's dialogue is the Parasite, the scholar will naturally think of that savage satire in which Juvenal rehearses the thousand humiliations that Yirro inflicts on Trebius : how the wretched follower has to drink fiery stuff from broken 1 V. 389. RAMEAU'S NEPHEW. 7 crockery, while the patron quaffs of the costliest from, splendid cups of amber and precious stones ; how the host has fine oil of Yenaf rum, while the guest munches cabbage that has been steeped in rancid lamp-oil ; one plays daintily with mullet and lamprey, while the other has his stomach turned by an eel as long as a snake, and bloated in the foul torrent of the sewers ; Yirro has apples that might have come from the gardens of the Hesperides, while Trebius gnaws such musty things as are tossed to a performing monkey on the town wall. But the distance is immeasurable between Juvenal's scorching truculence, and Diderot's half-ironical, half-serious sufferance. Juvenal knows that Trebius is a base and abject being ; he tells him what he is ; and in the process blasts him. Diderot knows that Rameau too is base and abject, but he is so little willing to rest in the fat and easy paradise of conventions, that he seems to be all the time vaguely wondering in his own mind how far this genius of grossness and paradox and bestial sophism is a pattern of the many, with the mask thrown off. He seems to be inwardly musing whether it can after all be true, that if one draws aside a fold of the gracious outer robe of conformity, there is no comeliness of life shin- ing underneath, but only this horror of the skeleton and the worm. He restrains exasperation at the bril- liant effrontery of his man, precisely as an anatomist would suppress disgust at a pathological monstrosity or an astonishing variation in which he hoped to surprise some vital secret. Eameau is not crudely analysed as 8 DIDEROT. a vile type : he is searched as exemplifying on a pro- digious scale elements of character that lie furtively in the depths of characters that are not vile. It seems as if Diderot unconsciously anticipated that terrible, that woful, that desolating saying, There is in every man and woman something which, if you knew ^Y, would make you hate them. Eameau is not all parasite. He is your brother and mine, a product from the same rudimentary factors of mental composition, a figure cast equally with ourselves in one of the countless moulds of the huge social fouridry. Such is the scientific attitude of mind towards character. It is not philanthropic nor pitiful: the fact that base characters exist and are of intelligible origin, is no reason why we should not do our best to shun and to extirpate them. This assumption of the scientific point of view, this change from mere praise and blame to scrutiny, this comprehension that mere execration is not the last word, is a mark of the modern spirit. Besides Juvenal, another writer of genius has shown us the parasite of an ancient so- ciety. Lucian, whose fertility, wit, invention, mockery, freshness of spirit, and honest hatred of false gods, make him the Yoltaire of the second century, has painted with all his native liveliness more than one picture of the parasite. The great man's creature at Eome endures exactly the same long train of affronts and humiliations as the great man's creature at Paris sixteen centuries later, beginning with the anguish of the mortified stomach, as savoury morsels of venison RAMEAU'S NEPHEW. 9 or boar are given to more important guests, and end- ing with the anguish of the mortified spirit, as he sees himself supplanted by a rival of shapelier person, a more ingenious versifier, a cleverer mountebank. The dialogue in which Lucian ironically proves that Pa- rasitic, or the honourable craft of Spunging, has as many of the marks of a genuine art as Rhetoric, Gymnastic, or Music, is a spirited parody of Socratic catechising and Platonic mannerisms. Simo shows to Tychiades, as ingeniously as Rameau shows to Dide- rot, that the Spunger has a far better life of it, and is a far more rational and consistent person than the orator and the philosopher. 1 Lucian's satire is vivid, brilliant, and diverting. Yet everyone feels that Di- derot's performance, while equally vivid, is marked by greater depth of spirit ; comes from a soil that has been more freely broken up, and has been enriched by a more copious experience. The ancient turned upon these masterpieces of depravation the flash of intellectual scorn ; the modern eyes them with a cer- tain moral patience, and something of that curious kind of interest, looking half like sympathy, which a hunter has for the object of his chase. The Rameau of the dialogue was a real personage, and there is a dispute whether Diderot has not ca- lumniated him. Evidence enough remains that he was at least a person of singular character and irre- gular disastrous life. Diderot's general veracity of temperament would make us believe that his picture 1 l/ucian, npl HapacriTov, and Tlfpl ruv &rl fjdcrOw io DIDEROT. is authentic, but the interest of the dialogue is exactly the same in either case. Juvenal's fifth satire would be worth neither more nor less, however much were found out about Trebius. * Rameau is one of the most eccentric figures in the country, where God has not made them lacking. He is a mixture of eleva- tion and lowness, of good sense and madness ; the notions of good and bad must be mixed up together in strange confusion in his head, for he shows the good qualities that nature has bestowed on him without any ostentation, and the bad ones without the smallest shame. For the rest, he is endowed with a vigorous frame, a particular warmth of imagination, and an uncommon strength of lungs. If you ever meet him, unless you happen to be arrested by his originality, you will either stuff your fingers into your ears, or else take to your heels. Heavens, what a monstrous pipe ! Nothing is so little like him as himself. One time he is lean and wan, like a patient in the last stage of consumption ; you could count his teeth through his cheeks ; you would say he must have passed some days without tasting a morsel, or that he is fresh from La Trappe. A month after, he is stout and sleek as if he had been sitting all the time at the board of a financier, or bad been shut up in a Bernardino monastery. To-day in dirty linen, his clothes torn or patched, with barely a shoe to his foot, he steals along with a bent head ; one is tempted to hail him and toss him a shilling. To-morrow, all powdered, curled, in a good coat, he marches about with head erect and open mien, and you would almost take him for a decent worthy creature. He lives from day to day, from hand to mouth, downcast or sad, just as things may go. His first care of a morning when he gets up is to know where he will dine ; after dinner, he begins to think where he may pick up a supper. Night brings disquiets of its own. Either he climbs to a shabby garret he has, unless the landlady, weary of waiting for her rent, has taken the key away from him ; or else he slinks to some tavern on the outskirts of the town, where he waits for daybreak over a RAMEAITS NEPHEW. ir crust of bread and a mug of beer. When he has not threepence in his pocket, as sometimes happens, he has recourse either to a hackney carriage belonging to a friend, or to the coachman of some man of quality, who gives him a bed on the straw beside the horses. In the morning, he still has bits of his mattress in his hair. If the weather is mild, he measures the Champs Elysees all night long. With the day he re-appears in the town, dressed over night for the morrow, and from the morrow sometimes dressed for the rest of the week.' Diderot is accosted by this curious being one after- noon on a bench in front of the Cafe* de la Re*gence in the Palais Royal. They proceed in the thoroughly natural and easy manner of interlocutors in a Platonic dialogue. It is not too much to say that Rameaii's Nephew is the most effective and masterly use of that form of discussion since Plato. Diderot's vein of realism is doubtless in strong contrast with Plato's poetic and idealising touch. Yet imaginative strokes are not wanting to soften the repulsive theme, and bring the sordid and the foul within the sphere of art. For an example. * Time has passed,' says Rameau, 4 and that is always so much gained.' '/. So much lost, you mean. 'He. No, no ; gained. People grow rich every moment ; a day less to live, or a crown piece to the good, 'tis all one. When the last moment comes, one is as rich as another. Samuel Bernard, who by pillaging and stealing and playing bankrupt, leaves seven and twenty million francs in gold, is no better than Rameau, who leaves not a penny, and will be indebted to charity for a shroud to wrap about him. The dead man hears not the tolling of the bell ; 'tis in vain that a hundred priests bawl dirges for him, in vain that a long file of blazing torches go before. His soul walks not by the 12 DIDEROT. side of the master of the funeral ceremonies. To moulder under marble, or to moulder under clay, 'tis still to moulder. To have around one's bier children in red and children in blue, or to have not a creature, what matters it ] ' These are the gleams of the mens divinior, that relieve the perplexing moral squalor of the portrait. Even here we have the painful innuendo that a thought which is solemnising and holy to the noble, serves equally well to point a trait of cynical defiance in the ignoble. Again, there is an indirectly imaginative element in the sort of terror which the thoroughness of the presentation inspires. For indeed it is an emotion hardly short of terror that seizes us as we listen to the stringent unflinching paradox of this heteroge- neous figure. Rameau is the squalid and tattered Satan of the eighteenth century. He is a Mephis- topheles out at elbows, a Lucifer in low water ; yet always diabolic, with the bright flash of the pit in hi& eye. Disgust is transformed into horror and affright by the trenchant confidence of his spirit, the daring thoroughness and consistency of his dialectic, the lurid sarcasm, the vile penetration. He discusses a horrible action or execrable crime as a virtuoso examines a statue or a painting. He has that rarest fortitude of the vicious, not to shrink from calling his character and conduct by their names. He is one of Swift's Yahoos, with the courage of its opinions. He seems to give one a reason for hating and dreading one's self. The effect is of RAMEAU'S NEPHEW. 13 mixed fear and fascination, as of a magician whose miraculous crystal is to show us what and how we shall be twenty years from now ; or as when a sur- geon tells the tale of some ghastly disorder, that may at the very moment be stealthily preparing for us a doom of anguish. Hence our dialogue is assuredly no i meat for little people nor for fools.' Some of it is revolting in its brutal indecency. Even Goethe's self-possession can- not make it endurable to him. But it is a study to be omitted by no one who judges the corruption of the old society in France an important historic sub- ject. The picture is very like the corruption of the old society in Borne. We see the rotten material which the purifying flame of Jacobinism was soon to consume out of the land with fiery swiftness. We see the very classes from which, as we have been so often told, the regeneration of France would have come, if only demagogues and rabble had not violently interposed. There is no gaiety in the style ; none of that laughter which makes such a delineation of the manners of the time as we find in Colly's play of Truth in Wine, naif, true to nature, and almost exhi- larating. In Rameau we are afflicted by the odour of deadly taint. As the dialogue is not in every hand nor could any one wish that it should be I have thought it worth while to print an English rendering of a consi- derable part of it in an appendix. Mr. Carlyle told us long ago that it must be translated into English, 14 DIDEROT. and although, such a piece of work is less simple than it may seem, it appears right to give the reader an opportunity of judging for himself of the flavour of the most characteristic of all Diderot's performances. Only let no reader turn to it who has any invincible repugnance to that curious turn for wildbret which Goethe has described as the secret of some arts. Dixeris heec inter varicosos centuriones, Continue crassum ridet Pulfenius ingens Et centum Grsecos curto centusse licebit. As I have already said, it must be judged as some- thing more than a literary diversion. * You do not suspect, Sir philosopher,' says Eameau, ( that at this moment I represent the most important part of the town and the court.' As the painter of the picture says, Eameau confessed the vices that he had, and that most of the people about us have ; but he was no hypocrite. He was neither more nor less abominable than they; he v was only more frank and systematic and profound in his depravity. This is the social significance of the dialogue. This is what, apart from other considerations, makes Rameads NepJmv so much more valuable a guide to the moral sentiment of the time, than merely licentious compositions like those of Louvet or La Clos. Its instructiveness is immense to those who examine the conditions that prepared the Revolution. Eameau is not the d/coXao-ro? of Aris- totle, nor the creature of airovoia described by Theo- phrastus, the castaway by individual idiosyncrasy, RAMEAU'S NEPHEW. 15 the reprobate by accident. The men whom he repre- sented, the courtiers, the financiers, the merchants, the shopkeepers, were immoral by formula and de- praved on principle. Vice was a doctrine to them, and wretchlessness of unclean living was reduced to a system of philosophy. Anyone, I venture to repeat, who realises the extent to which this had corroded the ruling powers in France, will perceive that the furious flood of social energy which the Jacobins poured over the country was not less indispensable to France, than the flood of the barbarians was in- dispensable for the transformation of the Eoman Empire. Scattered among the more serious fragments of the dialogue is some excellent bye-play of sarcasm upon Palissot and one or two of the other assailants of the new liberal school. Palissot is an old story. The Palissots are an eternal species. The family never dies out, and it thrives in every climate. All societies know the literary dangler in great houses, and the purveyor to fashionable prejudices. Not that he is always servile. The reader, I dare say, remembers that La Bruyere described a curious being in Troilus, the despotic parasite. Palissot, eighteenth century or nineteenth century, is often like Troilus, parasite and tyrant at the same time. He usually happens to have begun life with laudable aspirations and sincere inte- rests of his own; and when, alas, the mediocrity of his gifts proves too weak to bear the burden of his 1 6 DIDEROT. ambitions, the recollection of a generous youth only serves to sour old age. Bel esprit abhorre 1 de tous les bons esprits, II pense par la haine echapper au mepris. A force d'attentats il se croit illustre ; Et s'il n'e"tait mechant, il serait ignore. Palissot began with a tragedy. He proceeded to an angry pamphlet against the Encyclopaedists and the fury for innovation. Then he achieved immense vogue among fine ladies, bishops, and the lighter heads of the town, by the comedy in which he held Diderot, D'Alembert, and the others up to hatred and ridicule. Finally, after, coming to look upon himself as a serious personage, he disappeared into the mire of half-oblivious contempt and disgust, that happily awaits all the poor Palissots and all their works. His name only survives in connection with the men whom he maligned. He lived to be old, as, oddly enough, Spite so often does. In the Terror he had a narrow escape, for he was brought before Chaumette. Chau- mette apostrophized the assailant of Eousseau and Diderot with rude energy, but did not send him to the guillotine. In this the practical disciple only imitated the magnanimity of his theoretical masters. Eousseau had declined an opportunity of punishing Palissot's impertinences, and Diderot took no worse vengeance upon him than by making an occasional reference of contempt to him in a dialogue which he perhaps never intended to publish. Another subject is handled in Rameaits Nephew RAMEAU'S NEPHEW. 17 which is interesting in connection with the mental activity of Paris in the eighteenth century. Music was the field of as much passionate controversy as theology and philosophy. The Bull Unigenitus itself did not lead to livelier disputes, or more violent cabals, than the conflict between the partisans of French music and the partisans of Italian music. The horror of a Jansenist for a Molinist did not surpass that of a Lullist for a Dunist, or afterwards of a Gluckist for a Piccinist. 1 Lulli and Eameau (the imcle of our parasite) had undisputed possession of Paris, until the arrival, in 1752, of a company of Italian singers. The great quarrel at once broke out as to the true method and destination of musical com- position. Is music an independent art, appealing directly to a special sense, or is it to be made an instrument for expressing affections of the mind in a certain deeper way? The Italians asked only for delicious harmonies and exquisite melodies. The French insisted that these should be subordinate to the work of the poet. The former were content with delight, the latter pressed for significance. The one declared that Italian music was no better than a silly tickling of the ears ; the other, that the overture to a French opera was like a prelude to a Miserere in plain-song. In 1772-3 the illustrious Gluck came to Paris. His art was believed to reconcile the two schools, to have more melody than the old French style, and more severity and meaning than the purely 1 Grimm, ix. 349. VOL. II. C 1 8 DIDEROT. Italian style. French dignity was saved. But soon the old battle, which had been going on for twenty years, began to rage with greater violence than ever. Piccini was brought to Paris by the Neapolitan ambassador. The old cries were heard in a shriller key than before. Pamphlets, broadsheets, sarcasms flew over Paris from every side. Was music only to flatter the ear, or was it to paint the passions in all their energy, to harrow the soul, to raise men's courage, to form citizens and heroes ? The coffee- houses were thrown into dire confusion, and literary societies were rent by fatal discord. Even dinner parties breathed only constraint and mistrust, and the intimacies of a lifetime came to cruel end. Rameau^s Nepheiv was composed in the midst of the first part of this long campaign of a quarter of a century, and it seems to have been revised by its author in the midst of the second great episode. Diderot declares against the school of Eameau and Lulli. That he should do so was a part of his general reaction in favour of what he called the natural, against artifice and affectation. Goethe has pointed out the inconsistency between Diderot's sympathy for the less expressive kind of music, and his usual vehement passion for the expressive in art. He truly observes that Diderot's sympathy went in this way, because the novelty and agitation seemed likely to break up the old, stiff, and abhorred fashion, and to clear the ground afresh for other efforts. 1 1 Anmerkungcn, Ra:neav?s Nejfc; Wcrke, xxv. 268. CHAPTER IX. OTHER DIALOGUES. WE may now pass to performances that are nearer to the accepted surface of things. A short but charming example of Diderot's taste for putting ques- tions of morals in an interesting way, is found in the Conversation of a Father with his Children (published in 1773). This little dialogue is perfect in the simple realism of its form. Its subject is the peril of setting one's own judgment of some special set of circum- stances above the law of the land. Diderot's vener- able and well-loved father is sitting in his arm-chair before the fire. He begins the discussion by telling his two sons and his daughter, who are tending him with pious care, how very near he had once been to destroying their inheritance. An old priest had died leaving a considerable fortune. There was believed to be no will, and the next of kin were a number of poor people whom the inheritance would have rescued from indigence for the rest of their days. They ap- pointed the elder Diderot to guard their interests and divide the property. He finds at the bottom of a disused box of ancient letters, receipts, and other c 2 20 DIDEROT. waste-paper, a will made long years ago, and be- queathing all the fortune to a very rich bookseller in Paris. There was every reason to suppose that the old priest had forgotten the existence of the will, and it involved a revolting injustice. Would not Diderot be fulfilling the dead man's real wishes by throwing the unwelcome document into the flames ? At this point in the dialogue, the doctor enters the room, and interrupts the tale. It appears that he is fresh from the bedside of a criminal who is destined to the gallows. Diderot the younger reproaches him for labouring to keep in the world an offender whom it were best to send out of it with all dispatch. The duty of the physician is to say to so execrable a patient 1 1 will not busy myself in restoring to life a creature whom it is enjoined upon me by natural equity, the good of society, the W3ll-being of my fellow-creatures, to give up. Die, and let it never be said that through my skill there exists a monster the more on earth ! ' The doctor parries these energetic declamations with sufficient skill. l My business is to cure, not to judge ; I shall cure him, because that is my trade; then the judge will have him hung, because that is his trade.' This episodic discussion ended, the story of the will is resumed. The father when on the point of destroying it, was seized with a scruple of conscience, and hastened to a cure well versed in casuistry. As in England the agents of the law itself not seldom play the part of arbitrary bene- volence which the old Diderot would fain have played OTHER DIALOGUES. 21 against the law, the scene may perhaps be worth transcribing : '"Nothing is more praiseworthy, Sir, than the sentiment of com passion that touches you for these unfortunate people. Suppress the testament and succour them, good ; but on condition of restoring to the rightful legatee the exact sum of which you deprive him, neither more nor less. Who authorised you to give a sanction to documents, or to take it away? Who authorised you to interpret the intentions of the dead ? " ' " But then, father Bouin, the old box 1 " ' " Who authorised you to decide whether the will was thrown away on pxirpose, or mislaid by accident ? Has it never happened to you to do such a thing, and to find at the bottom of a chest some valuable paper that you had tossed there inadvertently 1 " ' " But, father Bouin, the far-off date of the paper and its injustice ? " ' "Who authorised you to pronounce on the justice or injustice of the document, and to regard the bequest as an unlawful gift, rather than as a restitution or any other lawful act which you may choose to imagine 1 " 1 " But, these poor kinsfolk here on the spot, and that mere collateral, distant and wealthy 1 " * " Who authorised you to weigh in your balance what the dead man owed to his distant relations, whom you don't know ? " "' But, father Bouin, that pile of letters from the legatee, which the departed never even took the trouble to open 1 " '"There is neither old box, nor date, nor letters, nor father Bouin, nor if, nor but, in the case. No one has any right to infringe the laws, to enter into the intention of the dead, or to dispose of other people's property. If providence has resolved to chastise either the heir or the legatee or the testator, we cannot tell which, by the accidental preservation of the will, the will must remain.'" 1 Diderot the younger declaims against all this with. 1 (Euv., v. 289. 22 DIDEROT. his usual vehemence, while his brother, the abbe, defends the supremacy of law on the proper grounds that to evade or defy it in any given case is to open the door to the sophistries of all the knaves in the universe. At this point a journeyman of the neigh- bourhood comes in with a new case of conscience. His wife has died after twenty years of sickness ; in these twenty years the cost of her illness has con- sumed all that he would otherwise have saved for the end of his days. But, as it happens, the marriage- portion that she brought him has lain untouched. By law this ought to go to her family. Equity, however, seems to justify him in keeping what he might have spent if he had chosen. He consults the party round the fire. One bids him keep the money ; another forbids him ; a third thinks it fair for him to repay himself the cost of his wife's illness. Diderot's father cries out, that since on his own confession the seizure of the inheritance has brought him no comfort, he had better surrender it as speedily as possible, and eat, drink, sleep, work, and make himself happy so. I," cried the journeyman abruptly, "I shall be off to Geneva." *"And dost thou think to leave remorse behind 1 ?" '" I can't tell, but to Geneva I go." ' " Go where thou wilt, there wilt thou find thy conscience." ' The hatter went away ; his odd answer became the subject of our talk. We agreed that perhaps distance of place and time had the effect of weakening all the feelings more or less, and stifling the voice of conscience even in Ceases of downright crime. The OTHER DIALOGUES. 23 assassin transported to the shores of China is too far off to perceive the corpse that he has left bleeding on the banks of the Seine.' ' Remorse springs perhaps less from horror of self than from fear of others ; less from shame for the deed, than from the blame and punishment that would attend its discovery. And what clan- destine criminal is tranquil enough in his obscurity not to dread the treachery of some unforeseen circumstance, or the indiscretion of some thoughtless word 1 What certainty can he have that he will not disclose his secret in the delirium of fever, or in dreams 1 People will understand him if they are on the scene of the action, but those about him in China will have no key to his words.' 1 Two other cases come up. Does the husband or wife who is the first to break the marriage compact, restore liberty to the other ? Diderot answered affirmatively. The second case arose from a story that the abbe* had been reading. A certain honest cobbler of Messina saw his country overrun by lawlessness. Each day was marked by a crime. JSTotorious assassins braved the public exasperation. Parents saw their daughters violated ; the industrious saw the fruits of their toil ravished from them by the monopolist or the fraudulent tax-gatherer. The judges were bribed, the innocent were aiflicted, the guilty escaped unharmed. The cobbler meditating on these enormities devised a plan of vengeance. He established a secret court of justice in his shop ; he heard the evidence, gave a verdict, pronounced sen- tence, and went out into the street with his gun under his cloak to execute it. Justice done, he re- gained his stall, rejoicing as though he had slain a 1 V. 295-6. 24 DIDEROT. rabid dog. When some fifty criminals had thus met their doom, the viceroy offered a reward of two thousand crowns for information of the slayer, and swore on the altar that he should have full pardon if he gave himself up. The cobbler presented himself^ and spoke thus : ' I have done what was your duty. 'Tis I who condemned and put to death the miscreants that you ought to have punished. Behold the proofs of their crimes. There you will see the judicial pro- cess which I observed. I was tempted to begin with yourself ; but I respected in your person the august master whom you represent. My life is in your hands : dispose of it as you think right.' Well, cried the abbe*, the cobbler, in spite of all his fine zeal for justice, was simply a murderer. Diderot protested. His father decided that the abbe* was right, and that the cobbler was an assassin. Nothing short of a transcript of the whole would convey a right idea of the dramatic ease of this- delightful 'dialogue its variety of illustration with unity of topic, the naturalness of movement, the pleasant lightness of touch. At its close the old man calls for his nightcap ; Diderot embraces him, and in bidding him good night whispers in his ear, ' Strictly speaking, father, there are no laws for the sage. All being open to exception, 'tis for him to judge the cases in which we ought to submit to them, or to throw them over.' * I should not be sorry,' his father answers, 'if there were in the town one or two citizens like thee; but nothing would induce me to- OTHER DIALOGUES. 25 live there, if they all thought in that way.' The conclusion is just, and Diderot might have verified it by the state of the higher society of his country at that very moment. One cause of the moral corruption of France in the closing years of the old regime was undoubtedly the lax and shifting interpretations by which the Jesuit directors had softened the rigour of general moral principles. Many generations must necessarily elapse before a habit of loosely superseding principles in individual cases produces widespread demoralization, but the result is inevitable, sooner or later ; and this just in proportion as the principles are sound. The casuists practically constructed a system for making the observance alike of the positive law and of the accepted ethical maxims flexible and con- ditional. The Diderot of the present dialogue takes the same attitude, but has the grace to leave the demonstration of its impropriety to his wise and benevolent sire. II. We shall presently see that Diderot did not shrink from applying a vigorous doubt to some of the most solidly established principles of modern society. Let us meanwhile in passing notice that short piece of plangent irony, which did not appear until many years after his death (1798), and which he or some one else entitled, On the inconsistency of the Public Judgment on our Private Actions. This too is in the form of dia- logue, but the argument of the story is in its pith as follows. Desroches, first an abbe", then a lawyer, 26 DIDEROT. lastly a soldier, persuades a rich and handsome widow to marry him. She is aware of his previous gal- lantries, and warns him in very dramatic style before a solemn gathering of friends, that if he once wounds her by an infidelity, she will shut herself up and speedily die of grief. He makes such vows as most men would make under such circumstances ; he presses her hands ardently to his lips, bedews them with his tears, and moves the whole company to sympathy with his own agitation. The scene is absurd enough, or seems so to us dull people of phlegmatic habit. Yet Diderot, even for us, redeems it by the fine remark : ' 'Tis the effect of what is good and virtuous to leave a large assembly with only one thought and one soul. How all respect one another, love one another in such moments ! For instance, how beau- tiful humanity is at the play ! Ah, why must we part so quickly ? Men are so good, so happy, when what is worthy unites all their suffrages, melts them, makes them one.' l For some time all went well, and our pair were the happiest of men and women. Then various assaults were made on the faithfulness of Desroches. He resisted them, until in endeavouring to serve a friend he was forced to sue for the good will of a lady with whom he had had passages of gallantry in his unregenerate days. The old intrigue was renewed. Letters of damning proof fell by ill hazard into his wife's hands. She re-assembled her friends, denounced the culprit, and forthwith carried CEuv., v. 342. OTHER DIALOGUES. 27 away her child to seek shelter with her aged mother. Desroches's fervent remorse was unheeded, his letters were sent back unopened, he was denied the door. Presently, the aged mother died. Then the infant. Lastly, the wife herself. Kow, says Diderot to his interlocutor, I pray you to turn your eyes to the public that imbecile crowd that pronounces jndg- ment on us, that disposes of our honour, that lifts us to the clouds or trails us through the mud. Opinion passed through every phase about Desroches. The shifting event is ever their one measure of praise and blame. A fault which nobody thought more than venial, became gradually aggravated in their eyes by a succession of incidents which it was impossible for Desroches either to foresee or to prevent. At first opinion was on his side, and his wife was thought to have carried things with too high a hand. Then, after she had fallen ill, and her child had died, and her aged mother had passed away in the fulness of years, he began to be held answerable for all this sea of troubles. Why had not Desroches written to his wife, beset her doors, waylaid her as she went to church? He had, as matter of fact, done all these things, but the public did not know it. The important thing is, not to know, but to talk. Then, as it befell, his wife's brother took Desroches's place in his regiment ; there he was killed. More exclamations as to the misfor- tune of being connected with such a man. How was Desroches responsible for the death of his mother-in- law, already well stricken in years ? How could he 28 DIDEROT. foresee that a hostile ball would pierce his brother-in- law in his first campaign ? But his wife ? He must be a barbarian, a monster, who had gradually pressed a poniard into the bosom of a divine woman, his wife> his benefactress, and then left her to die, without showing the least sign of interest or feeling. And all this, cries Diderot, for not knowing what was con- cealed from him, and what was unknown and unsus- pected even by those who were daily about her I What presumption, what bad logic, what incoherence, what unjustified veering and vacillation in the public verdicts from beginning to end ! Yet we feel that Diderot's impetuous taunts fail to press to the root of the matter. Diderot excels in opening a subject; he places it in a new light; he furnishes telling concrete illustrations ; he thoroughly disturbs and unsettles the medium of conventional association in which it has become fixed. But he does not leave the question readjusted. His mind was not of that quality which is slow to complain where it cannot explain ; which does not quit a dis- cussion without a calm and orderly review of the con- ditions that underlie the latest exhibition of human folly, shortsightedness, or injustice. The public con- demnation of Desroches for consequences that were entirely strange to his one offence, was indefensible on grounds of strict logic. But then men have ima- gination as well as reason. Imagination is stronger than reason with most of them. Their imagination was touched by the series of disasters that followed OTHER DIALOGUES. 29 Madame Dcsroches's abandonment of her husband. They admit no plea of remoteness of damage, such as law courts admit. In a way that was loose and un- reasonable, but still easily intelligible, the husband became associated with a sequel for which he was not really answerable. If the world's conduct in such cases were accurately expressed, it would perhaps be found that people have really no intention to pro- nounce a judicial sentence; they only mean that an individual's associations have become disagreeable and doubtful to them. They may think proper to justify the grievously meagre definition of homo as animal rationale, by varnishing their distaste with reasons ; the true reason is that the presence of a Desroches disturbs their comfort by recalling questionable and disorderly circumstances. That this selfish and rough method many a time- inflicts horrible cruelty is too certain, and those to whom the idea of conduct is serious and deep-reaching will not fall into it. A sensible man is aware of the difficulty of pronouncing wisely upon the conduct of others, especially where it turns upon the intricate and unknowable relations between a man and a woman. He will not, however, on that account break down the permanent safeguards, for the sake of leniency in a given case. A great enemy to indifference, a great friend to indulgence, said Turgot of himself ; and perhaps it is what we should all do well to be able to say of ourselves. Again, though these ironical exposures of the fa- tuity and recklessness and inconsistency of popular 30 DIDEROT. verdicts are wholesome enough in their degree in all societies, yet it has been, and still remains, a defect of some of the greatest French writers to expect a fruit from such performances which they can never bear. In the long run a great body of men and women is improved less by general outcry against its collec- tive characteristics, than by the inculcation of broader views, higher motives, and sounder habits of judg- ment, in such a form as touches each man and womar> individually. It is better to awaken in the individual a sense of responsibility for his own character, than to do anything, either by magnificent dithyrambs or penetrating satire, to dispose him to lay the blame on Society. Society is after all only a name for other people. An instructive contrast might be drawn be- tween the method of French writers of genius, from Diderot down to that mighty master of our own day, Victor Hugo, in pouring fulminant denunciations upon Society, and the other method of our best English writers, from Milton down to Mill, in impressing new ideas on the Individual, and exacting a vigorous per- sonal answer to the moral and spiritual call. One other remark may be worth making. It is cha- racteristic of the immense sociability of the eighteenth century, that when he saw Desroches sitting alone in the public room, receiving no answers to his questions, never addressed by any of those around him, avoided, coldly eyed, and morally proscribed, Diderot never thought of applying the artificial consolation of the stoic. He never dreamed of urging that expulsion OTHER DIALOGUES. 31 from the society of friends was not a hardship, a true punishment, and a genuine evil. No one knew better than Diderot that a man should train himself to face the disapprobation of the world with steadfast brow and unflinching gaze ; but he knew also that this is only done at great cost, and is only worth doing for clear and far-reaching objects. Life was real to Diderot, not in the modern canting sense of earnestness and making a million pounds sterling; but in the sense of being an agitated scene of living passion, interest, sympathy, struggle, delight, and woe, in which the graceful ascetic commonplaces of the writer and the preacher barely touch the actual conditions of human experience, or go near to softening the smart of chagrin, failure, mistake, and sense of wrong, any more than the sweet music of the birds poised in air over a field of battle can still the rage and horror of the plain beneath. As was said by a good man, who certainly did not fail to try the experiment, * Spe- ciosa quidem ista sunt, oblitaque rhetorics et musico? melle dulcedinis; turn tantum cum audiuntur oblec- tant. Sed miseris malorum altior sensus est. Itaque quum ha3C auribus insonare desierint, insitus animum mceror prsegravat.' l III. We may close this chapter with a short ac- count of the Supplement to Bougainville's Travels, which was composed in 1772, and published twenty- four years later. The second title is, A dialogue on the disadvantage of attaching moral ideas to certain 1 Boethius. 32 DIDEROT. physical actions which do not really comport irith them. Those who believe that the ruling system of notions about marriage represents the last word that is to be said as to the relations between men and women, will turn away from Diderot's dialogue with some impatience. Those, on the contrary, who hold that the present system is no more immovably fixed in ultimate laws of human nature, no more final, no more unimprovable, no more sacred, and no more indisputably successful, than any other set of social arrangements and the corresponding moral ideas, will find something to interest them, though, as it seems to the present writer, very little to instruct. Bou- gainville was the first Frenchman who sailed round the world. He did in 1766-9 what Captain Cook did about the same time. The narrative of his expe- dition appeared in 1771, and the picture of life among the primitive people of the Southern Seas touched Diderot almost as deeply as if he had been Eousseau. As one says so often in this history of the intellec- tual preparation for the Eevolution, the corruption and artificiality of Parisian society had the effect of colouring the world of primitive society with the very hues of paradise. Diderot was more free from this besetting weakness than any of his contemporaries. He never fell into Yoltaire's fancy that China is a land of philosophers. 1 But he did not look very critically into the real conditions of life in the more rudimentary stages of development, and for the 1 See, however, above, y vol. i. 266. OTHER DIALOGUES. 33 moment he committed the sociological anachronism of making the poor people of Otaheite into wise and benevolent patriots and sound reasoners. The literary merit of the dialogue is at least as striking as in any of the pieces of which we have already spoken. The realism of the scenes between the ship- chaplain and his friendly savage, with too kindly wife and daughters as kindly as either, is full of sweetness, simplicity, and a sort of pathos. A sub- ject which easily takes on an air of grossness, and which Diderot sometimes handled very grossly in- deed, is introduced with an idyllic grace that to the pure will hardly be other than pure. We have of course always to remember that Diderot is an author for grown-up people, as are the authors of the Bible or any other book that deals with more than the surface of human experience. Our English practice of excluding from literature subjects and references that are unfit for boys and girls, has some- thing to recommend it, but it undeniably leads to a certain narrowness and thinness, and to some most nauseous hypocrisy. All subjects are evidently not to be discussed by all ; and one result in our case is that some of the most important subjects in the world receive no discussion whatever. The position which Diderot takes up in the present dialogue may be inferred from the following extract. The ship-chaplain has been explaining to the as- tonished Otaheitan the European usage of strict monogamy, as the arrangement enjoined upon man 34 DIDEROT. by the Creator of the universe, and vigilantly guarded by the priest and the magistrate. To which, Orou thus : " These singular precepts I find opposed to nature and contrary to reason. They are contrary to nature because they suppose that a being who thinks, feels, and is free, can be the property of a creature like itself. Dost thou not see that in thy land they have confounded the thing that has neither sensibility, nor thought, nor desire, nor will ; that one leaves, one takes, one keeps, one exchanges, without its suffering or complaining, with a thing that is neither exchanged nor acquired, that has freedom, will, desire, that may give or may refuse itself for the moment ; that complains and suffers ; and that cannot become a mere article of commerce, unless you forget its character and do violence to nature 1 And they are contrary to the general law of things. Can anything seem more senseless to thee, than a precept which pro- scribes the law of change that is within us, and which commands a constancy that is impossible, and that violates the liberty of the male and the female, by chaining them together in perpetuity ; anything more senseless than are oaths of immutability, taken by two creatures of flesh, in the face of a sky that is not an instant the same, under vaults that threaten ruin, at the base of a rock crumbling to dust, at the foot of a tree that is splitting asunder ? . . . You may command what is opposed to nature, but you will not be obeyed. You will multiply evil-doers and the unhappy by fear, by punishment, and by remorse j you will deprave men's con- sciences ; you will corrupt their minds ; they will have lost the polar star of their pathway." (225.) After this declamation he proceeds to put some practical questions to the embarrassed chaplain. Are young men in France always continent, and wives always true, and husbands never libertines ? The OTHER DIALOGUES. 35 chaplain's answers disclose the truth to the keen-eyed Orou : " What a monstrous tissiie is this thou art unfolding to me ! And even now thou dost not tell me all ; for as soon as men allow themselves to dispose at their own will of the ideas of what is just and unjust, to take away, or to impose an arbitrary character on things ; to unite to actions or to separate from them the good and the evil, with 110 counsellor save caprice, then come blame, accusation, suspicion, tyranny, envy, jealousy, deception, chagrin, concealment, dissimulation, espionage, surprise, lies ; daughters deceive their parents, wives their husbands, husbands their wives ; young women, I don't doubt, will smother their children ; sus- picious fathers will despise and neglect their children ; mothers will leave them to the mercy of accident ; and crime and de- bauchery will show themselves in every guise. I know all that as if I had lived among you. It is so, because it must be so ; and that society of thine, in spite of thy chief who vaunts its fine order, is nothing but a collection of hypocrites, who secretly trample the laws under foot ; or of unfortunate wretches who make themselves the instrument of their own punishment, by submitting to these laws ; or of imbeciles, in whom prejudice has absolutely stifled the voice of nature." (227.) The chaplain has the presence of mind to fall back iipon the radical difficulty of all such solutions of the problem of family union as were practised in Otaheite, or were urged by philosophers in Paris, or are timidly suggested in our own times in the droll-sounding form of marriages for terms of years with option of renewal. That difficulty is the disposal of the children which are the fruit of such unions. Orou rejoins to this argument by a very eloquent account how valuable, how sought after, how prized, is the woman who has her quiver full of them. His con- D 2 36 DIDEROT. tempt for the condition of Europe grows more intense as he learns that the birth of a child among the bulk of the people of the west is rather a sorrow, a per- plexity, a hardship, than a delight and ground of congratulation. The reader sees by this time that in the present dialogue Diderot is really criticising the most funda- mental and complex arrangement of our actual western society, from the point of view of an arbitrary and entirely fanciful naturalism. Rousseau never wrote anything more picturesque, nor anything more dan- gerous, nor more anarchic and superficially considered. It is true that Diderot at the close of the discussion, is careful to assert that while we denounce senseless laws, it is our duty to obey them until we have pro- cured their reform. ' He who of his own private authority, infringes a bad law, authorises every one else to infringe good laws. There are fewer incon- veniences in being mad with the mad, than in being wise by one's self. Let us say to ourselves, let us never cease to cry aloud, that people attach shame, chastisement, and infamy to acts that in themselves are innocent; but let us abstain from committing them, because shame, punishment, and infamy, are the greatest of evils.' And we hear Diderot's sin- cerest accents when he says, l Above all, one must be honest, and true to a scruple, with the fragile beings who cannot yield to our pleasures without renouncing the most precious advantages of society.' 1 1 (Euv., ii. 249. OTHER DIALOGUES. 37 This, however, does not make the philosophical quality of the discussion any more satisfactory. What- ever changes may ultimately come about in the rela- tions between men and women, we may at least be sure that such changes will be in a direction even still further away than the present conditions of marriage from anything like the naturalism of Diderot and the eighteenth-century school. Even if what does not at present seem at all likely to happen the idea of the family and the associated idea of private property should eventually be replaced by that form of com- munism which is to be seen at Oneida Creek, still the discipline of the appetites and affections of sex will necessarily on such a system be not less, but far more, rigorous to nature than it is under prevailing western institutions. 1 Orou would have been a thousand times more unhappy among the Perfectionists under Mr. Noyes, than in Paris or London. We cannot pretend here to discuss the large group of momentous ques- tions involved, but we make a short remark or two. One reason why the movement, if progressive, must be in the direction of greater subordination of appe- tite, is that all experience proves the position and moral worth of women, taking society as a whole, to be in proportion to the self-control of their male com- panions. Nobody doubts that man is instinctively polygamous. But the dignity and self-respect, and 1 See Nordhoff' s Communistic Societies of the United States (London : Murray, 1875), pp. 259 93. This grave and most instructive book shows how modifiable are some of those facts of existing human character, which are vulgarly deemed to be ultimate and ineradicable. 38 DIDEROT. consequently the whole moral cultivation of women, depends on the suppression of this vagrant- instinct. And there is no more important chapter in the history of civilisation than the record of the steps by which its violence has been gradually reduced. There is another side, we admit. The home, of which sentimental philosophers love to talk, is too often a ghastly failure. The conjugal union, so tender and elevating in its ideal, is in more cases than we usually care to recognise, the cruellest of bonds to the woman, the most harassing, deadening, spirit-breaking of all possible influences to the man. The purity of the family, so lovely and dear as it is, has still only been secured hitherto by retaining a vast and dolorous host of female outcasts. When Catholicism is praised for the additions which it has made to the dignity of womanhood and the family, we have to set against that gain the frightful growth of this caste of poor creatures, upon whose heads, as upon the scapegoat of the Hebrew ordinance, we put all the iniquities of the children of the house, and all their transgressions in all their sins, and then banish them with maledictions into the foul outer wilderness and the land not inhabited. On this side there is much wholesome truth to be told, in the midst of the complacent social cant with which we are flooded. But Diderot does not help us. Nothing can possibly be gained by reducing the attraction of the sexes to its purely physical elements, and stripping it of all the moral associations which OTHER DIALOGUES. 39 have gradually clustered round it, and acquired such, force as in many cases among the highest types of mankind, to reduce the physical factor to a secondary place. Such a return to the nakedness of the brute must be retrograde. And Diderot, as it happened, was the writer who, before all others, habitually exalted the delightful and consolatory sentiment of the family. Nobody felt more strongly the worth of domestic ties, when faithfully cherished. It can only have been in a moment of elated paradox that he made one of the interlocutors in the dialogue on Bougainville pronounce Constancy, * The poor vanity of two children who do not know themselves, and who are blinded by the intoxication of a moment to the instability of all that surrounds them : ' and Fidelity, ' The obstinacy and the punishment of a good man and a good woman : ' and Jealousy, * The passion of a miser ; the unjust sentiment of man ; the consequence of our false manners, and of a right of property extended over a feeling, willing, thinking, free creature.' l It is a curious example of the blindness which re- action against excess of ascetic doctrine bred in the eighteenth century, that Diderot should have failed to see that such sophisms as these are wholly destructive of that order and domestic piety to whose beauty he was always so keenly alive. It is curious, too, that he should have failed to recognise that the erection of constancy into a virtue would have been impossible, if 1 (Em., ii. 243. 40 DIDEROT. it had not answered first, to some inner want of human character at its best, and second, to some condition of fitness in society at its best. How is it, says one of the interlocutors, that the strongest, the sweetest, the most innocent of pleasures is become the most fruitful source of depravation and misfortune ? This is indeed a question well worth asking. And it is comforting after the anarchy of the earlier part of the dialogue to find so comparatively sensible a line of argument taken in answer, as the following. This evil result has been brought about, he says, by the tyranny of man, who has converted the possession of woman into a property ; by manners and usages that have overburdened the conjugal union with superfluous conditions ; by the civil laws that have subjected marriage to an infinity of for- malities ; by religious institutions, that have attached the name of vices and virtues to actions that are not susceptible of morality. If this means that human happiness will be increased by making the condition of the wife more independent in respect of property ; by treating in public opinion separation between hus- band and wife as a transaction in itself perfectly natural and blameless, and often not only laudable, but a duty ; and by abolishing that barbarous iniquity and abomination called restitution of conjugal rights, then the speaker points to what has been justly described as the next great step in the improvement of society. If it means that we do wrong to invest with the most marked, serious, and unmistakable OTHER DIALOGUES. 41 formality an act that brings human beings into existence, with uncounted results both to such beings themselves and to others who are equally irresponsible for their appearance in the world, then the position is recklessly immoral, and it is, moreover, wholly repug- nant to Diderot's own better mind. CHAPTER X. ROMANCE. rrVFTR President de Brosses on a visit to Paris in 1754, was anxious to make the acquaintance of that 'furious metaphysical head,' as he styled Diderot. Buffon introduced liim. ' He is a good fellow,' said the President, ' very pleasant, very amiable, a great philosopher, a strong reasoner, but given to perpetual digressions. He made twenty-five digressions yester- day in my room, between nine o'clock and one o'clock.' And so it is that a critic who has undertaken to give an account of Diderot, finds himself advancing from digression to digression, through a chain of all the subjects that are under the sun. The same Diderot, however, is present amid them all, and behind each of them ; the same fresh enthusiasm, the same expan- sive sympathy, the same large hospitality of spirit. Always, too, the same habitual reference of ideas, systems, artistic forms, to the complex realities of life, and to these realities as they figured to sympa- thetic emotions. It was inevitable that Diderot should make an idol of the author of Clarissa Harlowe. The spirit of re- ROMANCE. 43 action against the artificiality of the pseudo-classic drama, which drove him to feel the way to a drama of real life in the middle class, made him exult in the romance of ordinary private life which was in- vented by Eichardson. It was no mere accident that the modern novel had its origin in England, but the result of general social causes. The modern novel essentially depends on the interest of the private life of ordinary men and women. But this interest was only possible on condition that the feudal and aristocratic spirit had received its death-blow, and it was only in England that such a revolution had taken place even partially. It was only in England as yet that the middle class had conquered a position of consideration, equality, and independence. Only in England, as has teen said, had every man the power of making the best of his own personality, and arranging his own destiny, according to his private goodwill and plea- sure. 1 The greatest of Eichardson's successors in the history of English fiction adds to this explana- tion. ' Those,' says Sir Walter Scott, ' who with patience had studied rant and bombast in the folios of Scuderi, could not readily tire of nature, sense, and genius in the octavos of Eichardson.' The old French romances in which Europe had found a dreary amuse- ment, were stories of princes and princesses. It was to be expected that the first country where princes and princesses were shorn of divinity and made crea- tures of an Act of Parliament, would also be the 1 Hettner's Literaturgeschichte, i. 462. 44 DIDEROT. country where the imagination would be most likely to seek for serious passion, realistic interest, and all the material for pathos and tragedy in the private lives of common individuals. It is true that Marivaux, the author of Marianne, was of the school of Eichardson before Eichardson wrote a word. But this was an almost isolated appearance, and not the beginning of a movement. Eichardson's popularity stamped the opening of a new epoch. It was the landmark of a great social, no less than a great literary transition, when all England went mad with enthusiasm over the trials, the virtue, the triumph of a rustic ladies' maid. In the literary circles of France the enthusiasm for Eichardson was quite as great as it was in England. There it was one of the signs of the certain approach of that transformation which had already taken place in England ; the transformation from feudalism to indus- trial democracy. It may sound a paradox to say that a passion for Eichardson was a symbol that a man was truly possessed by the spirit of political revolution. Yet it is true. Yoltaire was a revolter against superstition and the tyranny of the church, but he never threw off the monarchic traditions of his younger days ; he was always a friend of great nobles ; he had no eye and no inclination for social overthrow. And this is what Yoltaire said of Clarissa Harlowe : l It is cruel for a man like me to read nine whole volumes in which you find nothing at all. I said Even if all these people were my relations and friends, I could ROMANCE. 45 take no interest in them. I can see nothing in the writer but a clever man who knows the curiosity of the human race, and is always promising something from volume to volume, in order to go on selling them.' In the same way, and for exactly the same reasons, he could never understand the enthusiasm for the Neiv Helo'isa, the greatest of the romances that were directly modelled on Eichardson. He had no vision for the strange social aspirations that were silently haunting the inner minds of his contempo- raries. Of these aspirations, in all their depth and significance, Diderot was the half -conscious oracle and unaccepted prophet. It was not deliberate philoso- phical calculation that made him so, but the spon- taneous impulse of his own genius and temperament. He was no conscious political destroyer, but his soul was open to all those voices of sentiment, to all those ideals of domestic life, to those primary forces of natural affection, which were so urgently pressing asunder the old feudal bonds, and so swiftly ripening a vast social crisis. Thus his enthusiasm for Eichard- son was at its root another side of that love of the life of peaceful industry, which gave one of its noblest characteristics to the Encyclopaedia. To this enthusiasm Diderot gave voice in half-a- dozen pages which are counted among his master- pieces. Eichardson died in 1761, and Diderot flung off a commemorative piece, which is without any order and connection ; but this makes it all the more an echo, as he called it, of the tumult of his own heart. 46 DIDEROT. Here, indeed, he merits Gautier's laudatory phrase, and is as ' flamboyant ' as one could desire. To understand the march of feeling in French literature, and to measure the growth and expansion in criticism, we need only compare Diderot's eloge on Bichardson with Fontenelle's eloge on Dangeau or Leibnitz. The exaggerations of phrase, the violences of feeling, the broken apostrophes, give to Diderot's eloge an un- pleasant tone of declamation. Some of us may still prefer the moderation, the subtlety, the nice discrimi- nation, of the critics of another school. Still it would be a sign of narrowness and short-sight not to discern the sincerity, the movement, the real meaning, under- neath all that profusion of glaring colour. ' Richardson, Richardson, unique among men in my eyes, thou shalt be my favourite all my life long ! If I am hard driven by pressing need, if my friend is overtaken by want, if the mediocrity of my fortune is not enough to give my children what is necessary for their education, I will sell my books; but thou shalt remain to me, thou shalt remain on the same shelf with Moses, Homer, Euripides, Sophocles ! ' Richardson, I make bold to say that the truest history is full of falsehoods, and that your romance is full of truths. History paints a few individuals; you paint the human race. History sets down to its few individuals what they have neither said nor done ; whatever you set down to man he has both said and done. . . . No ; I say that history is often a bad novel ; and the novel, as you have handled it, is good history. painter of nature, 'tis you who are never false ! ' You accuse Richardson of being long ! You must have for- gotten how much trouble, pains, busy movement, it costs to bring the smallest undertaking to a good issue, to end a suit, to settle a ROMANCE. 47 marriage, to bring about a reconciliation. Think of these details what you please, but for me they will be full of interest if they are only true, if they bring out the passions, if they display character. They are common, you say ; it is all what one sees every day. You are mistaken ; 'tis what passes every day before your eyes, and what you never see.' In Richardson's work, he says, as in the world, men are divided into two classes, those who enjoy and those who suffer, and it is always to the latter that he draws the mind of the reader. It is due to Richardson, he cries, ' if I have loved my fellow- creatures better, and loved my duties better; if I have never felt anything but pity for the bad ; if I have conceived a deeper compassion for the unfortu- nate, more veneration for the good, more circumspec- tion in the use of present things, more indifference about future things, more contempt for life, more love for virtue.' The works of Richardson are his touch- stone ; those who do not like them stand judged and condemned in his eyes. Yet in the midst of this tumult of admiration Diderot admits that the number of readers who will feel all their value can never be great ; it requires too severe a taste, and then the variety of events is such, relations are so mul- tiplied, the management of them is so complicated, there are so many things arranged, so many person- ages ! 1 Richardson ! if thou hast not enjoyed in thy lifetime all the reputation of thy deserts, how great wilt thou be to our grandchildren when they see thee from the distance at which we now view 48 DIDEROT. Homer ! Then who will there be with daring enough to strike out a line of thy sublime work?' 1 Yet of the very moderate number of living persons who have ever read Clarissa Harlowe it would be safe to say that the large majority have read it in a certain abridgment in three volumes which appeared some years ago. 1 Doctor Johnson made the answer of true criticism to some one who complained to him that Richardson is tedious. 'Why, sir,' he said, * if you were to read Richardson for the story, your impatience would be so much frighted that you would hang yourself. But you must read him for the sentiment, and con- sider the story only as giving occasion to the senti- ment.' And this is just what Diderot and the Paris of the middle of the eighteenth century were eager to do. It was the sentiment that touched and delighted them in Clarissa, just as it was the sentiment that made the fortune of the great romance in their own tongue, which was inspired by Clarissa, and yet was so different from Clarissa. Rousseau threw into the New Helo'isa a glow of passion of which the London printer was incapable, and he added a beauty of external landscape and a strong feeling for the objects and movement of wild natural scenery, that are very different indeed from the atmosphere of the cedar-parlour and the Flask Walk at Hampstead. But the sentiment, the adoration of the belle dme, is the same, and it was the belle dme that fascinated that curious society, where rude logic and a stern anti- 1 Tl.e Eloge de Richardson is in Diderot's Works, v. 212227. ROMANCE, 4Q religious dialectic went hand-in-hand with the most tender and exalted sensibility. 1 It is singular that Diderot says nothing about Rousseau's famous ro- mance, and we can only suppose that his silence arose from his contempt for the private perversity and seeming insincerity of the author. Diderot made one attempt of his own, in which we may notice the influence of the minute realism and the tearful pathos of Eichardson. The Nun was not given to the world until 1796, when its author had been twelve years in his grave. Since tjien it has been reproduced in countless editions in France and Belgium, and has been translated into English, Spanish, and German. It fell in with certain passionate movements of the popular mind against some anti- social practices of the Catholic Church. Perhaps it is not unjust to suppose that the horrible picture of the depraved abbess has had some share in attracting a public. It is thoroughly characteristic of Diderot's dreamy, heedless humour, and of the sincerity both of his interest in his work for its own sake, and of his indifference to the popular voice, that he should have allowed this, like so many other pieces, to lie in his drawer, or at most to circulate clandestinely among- three or four of his more intimate friends. It was written about 1760, and ingenious historians have 1 The belle dme was the origin of the schone Secle that has played such a part in German literature and life. The reader will find a history of the expression in an appendix to Dr. Erich Schmidt's study, Eichardson, Rousseau, and Goethe (Jena, 1875). 50 DIDEROT. made of it a signal for the great crusade against the Church. In truth, as we have seen, it was a strictly private performance, and could be no signal for a public movement. La Religieuse was undoubtedly an expression of the strong feeling of the Encyclopedic school about celibacy, renunciation of the world, and the burial of men and women alive in the cloister. The circumstances under which the story was written are worthy of a word or two. Among the friends of Madame d'Epinay, Grimm, and Diderot, was a certain Marquis de Croismare. He had deserted the circle, and retired to his estates in Normandy. It occurred to one of them that it would be a pleasant stratagem for recalling him to Paris to invent a personage who should be shut up in a convent against her will, and then to make this personage appeal to the well-known courage and generosity of the Mar- quis de Croismare to rescue her. A previous adven- ture of the Marquis suggested the fiction, and made its success the more probable. Diderot composed the letters of the imaginary nun, and the conspirators had the satisfaction of making merry at supper over the letters which the loyal and unsuspecting Marquis sent in reply. At length the Marquis's interest became so eager, that they resolved that the best way of ending his torment was to make the nun die. When the Marquis de Croismare returned to Paris, the plot was confessed, the victim of the mystification laughed at the joke, and the friendship of the party seemed to be strengthened by their common sorrow for the woes of ROMANCE. 51 the dead sister. But Diderot had been taken in liis own trap. His imagination, which he had set to work in jest, was caught by the figure and the ; situation. One day while he was busy about the tale, a friend paid him a visit, and found him plunged in grief and his face bathed in tears. '' What in the world can be the matter with you ? ' cried the friend. ' "What the matter ? ' answered Diderot in a broken voice ; f I am filled with misery by a story that I am writing I ' This capacity of thinking of imaginary personages as if they were friends living in the next street, had been stirred by Eichardson. His acquaintances would sometimes notice anxiety and consternation on his countenance, and would ask him if anything had befallen his health, his friends, his family, his fortune. l my friends,' he would reply, ' Pamela, Clarissa, Gran- dison . . !' It was in their world, not in theEuo Taranne, that he really lived when these brooding moods overtook him. And while he was writing The Nun, Sister Susan and Sister Theresa, the lady superior of Longchamp, and the libertine superior of Saint Eutropius, were as alive to him as Clarissa was alive to the score of correspondents who begged Eichardson to spare her honour, not to let her die, to make Lovelace marry her, or by no means to allow Lovelace to marry her. The Nun professes to be the story of a young lady whose family have thrust her into a convent, and her narrative, with an energy and reality that Diderot E 2 52 DIDEROT. hardly ever surpassed, presents the odious sides of monastic life, and the various types of superstition, tyranny, and corruption that monastic life engenders. Yet Diderot had far too much genius to be tempted into the exaggerations of more vulgar assailants of monkeries and nunneries. He may have begun his work with the purpose of attacking a mischievous and superstitious system that mutilates human life, but he certainly continued it because he became interested in his creations. Diderot was a social destroyer by accident, but in intention he was a truly scientific moralist, penetrated by the spirit of observation and experiment ; he shrunk from no excess in dissection, and found nothing in human pathology too repulsive for examination. Yet The Nun has none of the artificial violences of the modern French school, which loves moral disease for its own sake. The action is all very possible, and the types are all sufficiently human and probable. The close realistic touches which flowed from the intensity of the writer's illusion, naturally convey a certain degree of the same illusion to the mind of the reader. Existence as it goes on in these strange hives is caught with what one knows to be true fidelity ; its dulness, its littleness, its goings and comings, its kindness, its spite, its reduction of the spiritual to the most purely mechanical. * The first moments passed in mutual praises, in questions about the house that 1 had quitted, in experiments as to my character, my inclinations, my tastes, my understanding. They ROMANCE. 53 feel you all over ; there is a number of little snares that they Get for you, and from which they draw the most just conclusions. For example, they throw out some word of scandal, and then they look at you ; they begin a story, and then wait to see whether you will ask for the end or will leave it there ; if you make the most ordinary remark, they declare that it, is charming, though they know well enough that it is nothing ; they praise or they blame jx>u with a purpose ; they try to worm out your most hidden thoughts ; they question you as to what you read ; they offer you religious books and profane, and carefully notice your choice ; they invite you to some slight infractions of the rule ; they tell you little confidences, and throw out hints about the foibles of the Lady Superior. All is carefully gathered up and told over again. They leave you, they take you up again ; they try to sound your sentiments about manners, about piety, about the world, about religion, about the monastic life, about everything. The result of all these repeated experiments is an epithet that stamps your character, and is always added by way of surname to the name you already bear. I was called Sister Susan the Reserved.' l The portraits we feel to be to the life. The strongest of them all is undoubtedly the most dis- agreeable, the most atrocious; it is, if you will, the most infamous. "We can only endure it as we endure to traverse the ward for epileptics in a hospital for the insane. It is appalling, it fills you with horror, it haunts you for days and nights, it leaves a kind of stain on the memory. It is a possibility of character of which the healthy, the pure, the unthinking have never dreamed. Such a portrait is not art, that is true j but it is science, and that delivers the critic from the necessity of searching his vocabulary for 1 La Reliyicuse. CEuv. \. 110. 54 DIDEROT. the cheap superlatives of moral censure. Whether it be art or science, however, men cannot but ask them- selves how Diderot came to think it worth while to execute so painful a study. The only answer is that the irregularities of human nature those more shameful parts of it, which in some characters sur- vive the generations of social pressure that have crushed them down in civilised communities had an irresistible attraction for the curiosity of his genius. The whole story is full of power ; it abounds in phrases that have the stamp of genius ; and suppressed vehemence lends to it strength. But it is fatally wanting in the elements of tenderness, beauty, and sympathy. If we chance to take it up for a second or for a tenth time, it infallibly holds us ; but nobody seeks to return to it of his own will, and it holds us under protest. If Eichardson created one school in France, Sterne created another. The author of Tristram Shandy was himself only a follower of one of the greatest of French originals, and a follower at a long distance. Even those who have the keenest relish for our l good- humoured, civil, nonsensical, Shandean kind of a book 7 ought to admit how far it falls behind Rabelais in exuberance, force, richness of extravagance, breadth of colour, fulness of blood. They may claim, however, for Sterne what, in comparison with these great ele- ments, are the minor qualities of simplicity, tender- ness, precision, and finesse. These are the qualities that delighted the French taste. In 1762 Sterne ROMANCE. 55 visited Paris, and found Tristram Shandy almost as well known there as in London, and he instantly had dinners and suppers for a fortnight on his hands. Among them were dinners and suppers at Holbach's, where he made the acquaintance of Diderot, and where perhaps he made the discovery that ' notwithstanding the French make such a pother about the word senti- ment , they have no precise idea attached to it.' l The Sentimental Journey appeared in 1768, and was in- stantly pronounced by the critics in both countries to be inimitable. It is no wonder that a performance of such delicacy of literary expression, united with so much good-nature, such easy, humane, amiable feel- ing, went to the hearts of the French of the eighteenth century. 'My design in it,' said Sterne, 'was to teach us to love the world and our fellow-creatures better than we do, so it runs most upon those gentle passions and affections which aid so much to it.' 2 This exactly fell in with the reigning Parisian modes, and with such sentiment as that of Diderot most of all. There were several French imitations of the Sentimental Journey, 3 but the only one that has survived in popular esteem, if indeed this can be said to have survived, is Diderot's Jacques le Fataliste. It seems to have been composed about the time (1772) of Diderot's journey to Holland and St. Peters- burg, of which we shall have more to say in a later 1 Letters, May 23, 1765. 2 Nov. 12, 1767. 3 E.g. Lc Voyageur Sentimental of Vernes (Grimm, Corr. Lit. xiii. 227). 5 6 DIDEROT. chapter. Its history is almost as singular as the history of Rameatfs Neplmv. A contemporary speaks of a score of copies as existing in different parts of Germany, and we may conjecture that they found their way there from friends whom Diderot made in Holland, and some of them were no doubt sent by Grimm to his subscribers. The first fragment of it that saw the light in print, was in a translation that Schiller made of its most striking episode, in the year 1785. This is another illustration of the eagerness of the best minds of Germany to possess and diffuse the most original products of French intelligence and hardihood. Diderot, as we have said, stands in the front rank along with Bousseau, along also with Eichardson, Sterne and Goldsmith, among those who in Germany kindled the glow of sentimentalism, both in its good and its bad forms. It was in Germany that the first complete version of the whole of Jacques le Fataliste appeared, in 1792. "Not until four years later did the French obtain an original transcript. This they owed to the generosity of Prince Henri of Prussia, the brother of Frederick the Great j he pre- sented it to the Institute. 1 There is going about here,' wrote Goethe in 1780, while Diderot was still alive, t a manuscript of Diderot's, called Jacques le Fataliste et son Maitrc, and it is really first-rate a very fine and exquisite meal, prepared and dished up with great skill, as if for the palate of some singular idol. I set myself in the place of this Bel, and in six uninterrupted hours ROMANCE. 57 swallowed all the courses in the order, and according to the intentions, of this excellent cook and maitre cVhoteU l He goes on to say that when other people came to read it, some preferred one story, and some another. On the whole, one is strongly inclined to judge that few modern readers will equal Goethe's unsparing appetite. The reader sighs in thinking of the brilliant and unflagging wit, the verve, the wicked graces of Candide, and we long for the ease and simplicity and light stroke of the Sentimental Journey. Diderot has the German heaviness. Per- haps this is because he had too much conscience, and laboured too deeply under the burdensome problems of the world. He could not emancipate himself suf- ficiently from the tumult of his own sympathies. At many a page both of Jacques le Fataliste, and of others of his pieces, we involuntarily recall the writer's own contention that excess of sensibility makes a mediocre actor. The same law is emphatic- ally true of the artist. Diderot never writes as if his spirit were quite free, and perhaps it never was free. If we are to enjoy these reckless outbursts of all that is bizarre and grotesque, these defiances of all that is sane, coherent, and rational, we must never feel conscious of a limitation, or a possibility of stint or check. The draught must seem to come from an exhaustless fountain of boisterous laughter, irony, and caprice. Perfect fooling is so rare an art, that not half-a-dozen men in literature have really possessed 1 Quoted in Eosenkranz, ii. 32b'. S3 DIDEROT. it ; perhaps only Aristophanes, Kabelais, Shakespeare. Candide, wonderful as it is, has many a stroke of malice, and Tristram Shandy, wonderful as that is too, is not without a stroke of self-consciousness ; and neither malice nor self-consciousness belongs to the greater gods of buffoonery. Cervantes and Moliere, those great geniuses of finest temper, still have none of the reckless buffoonery of such scenes as that between Prince Henry and the drawer, or the mad extravagances of the Merry Wives; still less of the wild topsy-turvy of the Birds or the Peace. They have not the note of true Pantagruelianism. Most critics, again, would find in Swift a truculence, sometimes latent and sometimes flagrant, that would deprive him, too, of his place among these great masters of free and exuberant farce. Diderot, at any rate, must rank in the second class among those who have attempted to tread a measure among the whim- sical zigzags of unreason. The sincere sentimentalist makes a poor reveller. We have spoken, as many others have done before us, of Diderot as imitating our two English celebrities, and in one sense that is a perfectly true description. In Jacques le Fataliste whole sentences are transcribed in letter and word from Tristram Shandy. Yet imita- tion is hardly the right word for the process by which Diderot showed that an author had seized and affected him. La Religeuse would not have been written if there had been no Eichardson, nor Jacques le Fataliste if there had been no Sterne ; yet Diderot's work is not ROMANCE. 59 really like the work of either of his celebrated con- temporaries. They gave him the suggestion of a method and a sentiment to start from, and he mused and brooded OA~er it, until from among the clouds of his imagination there began to loom figures of his own, moving along a path which was also his own. This was the history of his adaptation of the Natural Son from Goldoni. "We can only be sure that no- thing became blithe in its passage through his mind. He was too much of a preacher to be an effective humourist. There is in Jacques le Fataliste none of that gift of true creation which produced such figures as Trim, and my Uncle Toby, and Mr. Shandy. Jacques's master is a mere lay figure, and Jacques himself, with his monotonous catchword, ' II etait ecrit la-hautj has no real personality; he has none of the naturalness that wins us to Corporal Trim, still less has he any touch of the profound humour of the immortal Sancho. The book is a series of stories, rather than Sterne's subtle amalgam of pathos, gentle irony, and frank buffoonery ; and the stories themselves are for the most part either insipid or obscene. There is perhaps one exception. The longest and the most elaborate of them, that which Schiller translated, is more like one of the modern French novels of a certain kind, than any other production of the eighteenth century. The adventure of Madame de Pommeraye and the Marquis d'Arcis is a crude foreshadowing of a style that has been perfected by M. Feydeau and M. Flaubert. The 60 DIDEROT. Marquis has been the lover of Madame cle Pommeraye ; he grows weary of her, and in time the lady discovers the bitter truth. Eesignation is not among her virtues, and in her rage and anguish she devises an elaborate plan of revenge, which she carries out with the utmost tenacity and resolution. It consists in leading him on, by skilful incitements, to marry a woman whom he supposes to be an angel of purity, but whom Madame de Pommeraye triumphantly reveals to him on the morning after his marriage as a creature whose past history has been one of notorious depravity. This disagreeable story, of which Balzac would have made a masterpiece, is told in an interesting way, and the humoristic machinery by which the narrative is managed, is less tiresome than usual. It is at least a story with meaning, pur- pose, and character. It is neither a jumble without savour or point, nor is it rank and gross like half the pages in the book. c Your Jacques] Diderot supposes some one to say to him, l is only a tasteless rhapsody of facts, some real, others imaginary, written without grace, and distributed without order. How can a man of sense and conduct, who prides himself on his philo- sophy, find amusement in spinning out tales so obscene as these ? ' * And this is exactly what the modern critic is bound to say. In Rabelais there is at least puissant laughter ; in Montaigne, when he dwells on such matters, there is naivete. In Diderot we do not even feel that he is having any enjoyment 1 vi. 221-2. ROMANCE. 6r in his grossnesses ; they have not even the bad excuse of seeming spontaneous and coming from the fulness of his heart. ' Header,' he says, ' I amuse myself in writing the follies that you commit ; your follies make me laugh ; and my book puts you out of humour. To speak frankly to you, T find that the most wicked of us two is not myself.' Unhappily, he does not convey the impression of amusement to his readers ; it has no infection in it, and if his book puts us out of humour, it is not by its satire on mankind, but by its essential want of point and want of meaning, either moral or esthetic. The few masters of this style have known how to bind the heterogeneous elements together, if not by some deep- lying purpose, at least by some pervading mood of rich and mellow feeling. In Jacques le Fataliste is neither. That men of the stamp of Goethe and Schiller should have found such a book a delicious feast, naturally makes the disparaging critic pause. In truth, we can easily see how it was. Like all the rest of Diderot's work, it breaks roughly in upon that starved formalism which had for long lain so heavily both on art and life. Its hardihood, its very licence, its contempt of conventions, its presentation of common people and coarse passions and rough lives, all made it a dissolvent of the thin, dry, and frigid rules which tyrannized over the world, and interposed between the artist or the thinker and the real existence of man on the earth. When we think of what European litera- ture was, it ceases to be wonderful that Goethe should 62 DIDEROT. have been unable for six whole hours to tear himself away from a book that so few men to-day, save under some compulsion, could persuade themselves to read through. On great wholesome minds the grossness left no stain, and the interest of Diderot's singularities worked as a stimulus to a happier originality in men of more disciplined endowments. And let us add, of more poetic endowments. It is the lack of poetry in Jacques that makes its irony so heavy to us. We only willingly suffer those to take us down into the depths, who can also raise us on the wings of a beau- tiful fancy. Even Rabelais has his poetic moments, as in the picture of Cupid self-disarmed before the industrious serenity of the Muses. A single lovely image, like Sterne's figure of the recording angel, reconciles us to many a miry page. But in Jacques le Fataliste, Diderot never raises his eye for an instant to the blue sether, his ear catches no harmony of awe, of hope, nor even of a noble despair. "With a kind of clumsy jubilancy he holds us fast in the ways and language of thick and clogged sense. The ' fatraste' of old France has its place in literature, but it can never be restored in ages when a host of moral anxieties have laid siege to men's souls. The un- common is always welcome to the lover of art, but it must justify itself. Jacques has the quality of the uncommon ; it is a curiously prepared dish ; but it lacks the pinch of salt and the handful of herbs with sharp diffusive flavour. CHAPTER XL ART. IN 1759 Diderot wrote for Grimm the first of his criticisms on the exhibition of paintings in the Salon. At the beginning of the reign of Lewis xv. these exhibitions took place every year, as they take place now. But from 1751 onwards, they were only held once in two years. Diderot has left his notes on every salon from 1759 to 1781, with the exception of that of 1773, when he was travelling in Holland and Russia. "We have already seen (i. 286) how Grimm made Diderot work for him. The nine Salons are one of the results of this willing bondage, and they are per- haps the only part of Diderot's works that has en- joyed a certain measure of general popularity. Mr. Carlyle describes them with emphatic enthusiasm : ; What with their unrivalled clearness, painting the picture over again for us, so that we too see it, and can judge it ; what with their sunny fervour, inven- tiveness, real artistic genius, which wants nothing but a hand, they are with some few exceptions in the German tongue, the only Pictorial Criticisms we know 64 DIDEROT. of worth, reading.' l I only love painting in poetry, Madame Necker said to him, and it is into poetry that you have found out the secret of rendering the works of our modern painters, even the commonest of them. It would be a truly imperial luxury, wrote A. "W. Schlegel, to get a collection of pictures de- scribed for one's self by Diderot. There is a freshness, a vivacity, a zeal, a sincerity, a brightness of interest in his subject, which are per- haps unique in the whole history of criticism. He flings himself into the art with the perfection of natural abandonment to a joyous and delightful sub- ject. His whole personality is engaged in a work that has all the air of being overflowing pleasure, and his pleasure is contagious. His criticism awakens the imagination of the reader. Not only do we see the picture ; we hear Diderot's own voice in ecstasies of praise and storms of boisterous wrath. There is such mass in his criticism; so little of the mincing and niggling of the small virtuoso. In facility of expression, in animation, in fecundity of mood, in fine improvisation, these pieces are truly incomparable. There is such an impetus animi et qucedam artis libido. Some of the charm and freedom may be due to the important circumstance that he was not writing for the public. He was not exposed to the reaction of a large unknown audience upon style ; hence the absence of all the stiffness of literary pose. But the positive 1 Essays, iv. 303 (ed. 1869). ART. 65 conditions of such success lay in the resources of Diderot's own character. The sceptic, the dogmatist, the dialectician, and the other personages of a heterogeneous philosophy who existed in Diderot's head, all disappear or fall back into a secondary place, and he surrenders himself with a curious freedom to such imaginative beauty as con- temporary art provided for him. Diderot was perhaps the one writer of the time who was capable on occa- sion of rising above the strong prevailing spirit of the time ; capable of forgetting for a season the passion of the great philosophical and ecclesiastical battle. "No one save Diderot could have been moved by sight of a picture to such an avowal as this : ' Absurd rigorists do not know the effect of external ceremonies on the people j they can never have seen the enthusiasm of the multitude at the procession of the Fete Dieu, an enthusiasm that sometimes even gains me. I have never seen that long file of priests in their vestments ; those young acolytes clad in their white robes, with broad blue sashes engirdling their waists, and casting flowers on the ground before the Holy Sacrament ; the crowd as it goes before and follows after them, hushed in religious silence, and so many with their faces bent reverently to the ground ; I have never heard that grave and pathetic chant, as it is led by the priests and fervently responded to by an infinity of voices of men, of women, of girls, of little children, without my inmost heart being stirred, and tears coming into my eyes. There is in it something, I know not what, that is grand, solemn, sombre, and mournful.' Thus to find the material of religious reaction in the author of Jacques le Fataliste and the centre of the atheistic group, completes the circle of Diderot's VOL. ir. F 66 DIDEROT. immense and deep-lying versatility. And in his ac- count of such, a mood, we see how he came to be so great and poetical a critic ; we see the sincerity, the alertness, the profound mobility, with which he was open to impressions of colour, of sound, of the pathos of human aspiration, of the solemn concourses of men. Prance has long been sovereign in criticism in its literary sense. In that department she has simply never had, and has not now, any serious rival. In the profounder historic criticism, Germany exhibits her one great, peculiar, and original gift. In the criticism of art Germany has at least three memorable names; but save where history is concerned, most modern German aesthetics are so clouded with meta- physical speculation as to leave the obscurity of a very difficult subject as thick as it was before. In France the beginnings of art criticism were literary rather than philosophic, and with the exception of Cousin's worthless eloquence, and of the writers whose philo- sophy Cousin dictated, and of M. Taine's ingenious paradoxes, Diderot is the only writer who has delibe- rately brought a vivid spirit and a philosophic judg- ment to the discussion of the forms of Beauty, as things worthy of real elucidation. As far back as the time of the English Eestoration, Dufresnoy had written in bad Latin a poem on the Art of Painting, which had the signal honour of being translated into good English by no less illustrious a master of English than Dryden, and it was again translated by Mason, ART. 67 the friend of Reynolds and of Gray. Imitations, ap- plied to the pictorial art, of the immortal Epistle to the Pisos, came thick in France in the eighteenth century. 1 But these effusions are merely literary, and they are very bad literature indeed. The abbe* Dubos published in 1719 a volume of Critical Reflections on Poetry and Painting, including observations also on the relations of those arts to Music. Lessing is known to have made use of this work in his Laocoon, and Diderot gave it a place among the books which he recommended in his Plan of a University. 2 This, as it is the earliest, seems to have been the best contri- bution to oesthetic thought before Lessing and Diderot. Daniel Webb, the English friend of Raphael Mengs, published an Enquiry into the Beauties of Painting (1760), and Diderot wrote a notice of it, 3 but it ap- pears to have made no mark on his mind. Andre*, a Jesuit father, wrote an Essay on the Beautiful (1741), which distributed the kinds of art with precision, but omitted to say in what the Beautiful consists. The abbe* Batteux wrote a volume reducing the fine arts to a single principle, and another volume attempting a systematic classification of them. The first of these was the occasion of Diderot's Letter on Deaf Mutes, and Diderot described their author as a good man of letters, but without taste, without criticism, and with- 1 E. g. Watelet's poem, Sur I' Art de Peindre, 1760 ; Le Mierre's Sur la Peinture, 1769 ; Marsy's Pidura Carmen, 1736. See Diderot's works, xiiu 17, etc. 2 (Euv. iii. 486. Guhrauer, ii. 15. Also Bliimner's admirable edition of the LaociJon, p. 173. 3 xiii. 33. F 2 68 DIDEROT. out philosophy; a ces bagatelles pres, le plus joli gargon du monde. 1 Travellers to the land where criticism of art has been so slight, and where production has been so noble, so bounteous, so superb, published the story of what Italy had shown to them. Madame de Pom- padour designed to make her brother the Superin- tendent of fine arts, and she dispatched Cochin, the- great engraver of the day, to accompany him in a studious tour through the holy land of the arts. Cochin was away nearly two years, and on his return produced three little volumes (1758), in which he- deals such blows to some vaunted immortalities a& made the idolaters by convention not a little angry. The abbe* Eichard (1766) published six very stupid volumes on Italy, and such criticism on art as they contain is not worthy of serious remark. The Pre- sident de Brosses spent a year in Italy (1739 40) y and wrote letters to his friends at home which may be read to-day with interest and pleasure for their graphic picture of Italian society ; but the criticisms which they contain on the great works of art are those of a well-informed man of the world, taking many 1 Grimm, Corr. Lit. iv. 136. In another place in the same work either Grimm or Diderot makes a remark about Batteux, which is worth reme^ber- ing in our own age of official vindications of orthodoxy. The abbe had written a book about first causes. ' I venture to observe moreover to M. 1'abbe Batteux that when in this world a man has put on the dress of any sort of harlequin, red or black, with a pair of bands or a frill, he ought to give up once for all every kind of philosophic discussion, because it is impossible for him to speak according to his faith and his conscience ; and a writer of bad faith is all the more odious, as nothing compelled him to break silence. Jbid., vi. 120. ART. 69 things for granted, rather than of a philosophical critic industriously using his own mind. His book recalls to us how true the eighteenth century was to itself in its hatred of Gothic architecture, that symbol and associate of mysticism, and of the age which the eighteenth century blindly abhorred as the source of the tyrannical laws and cruel superstitions that still weighed so heavily on mankind. 'You know the palace of Saint Mark at Yenice,' says De Brosses : i c > est un vilain monsieur, s^il en fut jamais, massif, sombre, et yotldquc, du plus mediant gout ! ' * Dupaty, like De Brosses, an eminent lawyer, an acquaintance of Diderot and an early friend of a con- spicuous figure of a later time, the ill-starred Yerg- niaud, travelled in Italy almost immediately before the Eevolution (1785), and his letters, when read with those of De Brosses, are a curious illustration of the change that had come over the spirit of men in the interval. He leaves the pictures of the Pitti collection at Florence, and plunges into meditation in the famous gardens behind the palace, rejoicing with much ex- pansion in the glories of light and air, in greenery and the notes of birds, and finally sums all up in one rapturous exclamation of the vast superiority of nature over art. 2 1 Lettres FamilUres, i. 174. [Ed. 1869.] 2 Dupaty's Lettres sur V Italic, No. 40. In talking of Home, he complains in a very Diderotian spirit of the want of le beau moral. ' On ne trouve ici dans les mceurs ni des homines prives ni des hommes publics, cette moralite, cette bienseance, dont les mceurs fran$oises sont pleines. Le beau moral est absolu- ment inconnu. Or, c'est pour atteindre a ce beau moral dans tous les genres que la sensibilite est la plus tourmente'e ; qu'elle est en proie aux contentions 70 DIDEROT. It is impossible in reading how deeply Diderot was affected by fifth-rate paintings and sculpture, not to count it among the great losses of literature that he saw few masterpieces. He never made the great pil- grimage. He was never at Yenice, Florence, Parma, Home. A journey to Italy was once planned, in which Grimm and Kousseau were to have been his travelling companions; 1 the project was not realised, and the strongest critic of art that his country produced, never saw the greatest glories of art. If Diderot had visited Florence and Eome, even the mighty painter of the Last Judgment and the creator of those sublime figures in the New Sacristy at San Lorenzo would have found an interpreter worthy of him. But it was not to be. 1 It is rare,' he once wrote, l for an artist to excel without having seen Italy, just as a man seldom be- comes a great writer or a man of great taste without having given severe study to the ancients.' 2 Diderot at least knew what he lost. French art was then, as art usually is, the mirror of its time, reproducing such imaginative feeling as society could muster. When the Eepublic and the Em- pire came and twenty years of battle and siege, then the art of the previous generation fell into a degree of contempt for which there is hardly a parallel. Pictures that had been the delight of the town and had brought fortunes to their painters, rotted on the de 1'esprit, aux Emulations de 1'ame . . . qu'elle pare avec tant de raffinement et de peine, les 6crits, les discours, les passions, eiifin toute la vie publique et priv^e." 1 x. 514, n. 2 xi. 241. ART. 71 quays or were sold for a few pence at low auctions. Fragonard, who had been the darling of his age, died in neglect and beggary. David and his hideous art of the Empire utterly effaced what had thrown the contemporaries of Diderot into rapture. 1 Every- one knows all that can be said against the French paintings of Diderot's time. They are executed hastily and at random ; they abound in technical defects of colour, of drawing, of composition; their feeling is light and shallow. Watteau died in 1721, at the same premature age as Raphael but he remained as the dominating spirit of French art through the eighteenth century. Of course the artists went to Borne, but they changed sky and not spirit. The pupils of the academy came back with their port- folios filled with sketches in which we see nothing of the * lone mother of dead empires,' nothing of the vast ruins and the great sombre desolate Campagna, but only Eome turned into a decoration for the scenes of a theatre or the panels of a boudoir. The Olympus of Homer and of Yirgil, as has been well said, becomes the Olympus of Ovid. Strength, sublimity, even stateliness disappeared, unless we admit some of the first two qualities in the landscapes of Yernet. Not only is beauty replaced by pretti- ness, but by prettiness in season and out of season. The common incongruity of introducing a spirit of elegance and literature into the simplicities of the true pastoral, was condemned by Diderot as a 1 Goncourt's L'Art au 18i$me Siecle, i. 72 DIDEROT. mixture of Fontenelle with Theocritus. We do not know what name he would have given to that still more curious incongruity of taste, which made a pub- lisher adorn a treatise on Differential and Integral Cal- culus with amusing plates by Cochin, and introduce dainty little vignettes into a Demonstration of the Properties of the Cycloid. There is one true story that curiously illustrates the spirit of French art in those equivocal days. When Madame de Pompadour made up her mind to play pander to the jaded appetites of the king, she had a famous female model of the day introduced into a Holy Family, which was destined for the private chapel of the queen. The portrait answered its purpose ; it provoked the curiosity and desire of the king, and the model was invited to the Parc-aux-Cerfs. 1 This was typical of the service that painting was expected to render to the society that adored it and paid for it. 'All is daintiness, delicate caressing for delicate senses, even down to the external decoration of life, down to the sinuous lines, the wanton apparel, the refined com- modity of rooms and furniture. In such a place and in such company, it is enough to be together to feel at ease. Their idleness does not weigh upon them ; life is their plaything.' 2 Only let us not, while reserving our serious admi- ration for Titian, Eembrandt, Raphael, and the rest of the gods and demi-gods, refuse at least a measure 1 Goncourt's Art au l&ieme Siecle, i. 213. 3 Taine's Anden E&gime, p. 186. ART. 73 of historic tolerance to these light and graceful crea- tions. Boucher, whose dreams of rose and blue were the delight of his age. came away from Eome saying : ' Raphael is a woman, Michael Angelo is a monster ; one is paradise, the other is hell ; they are painters of another world ; it is a dead language that nobody speaks in our day. We others are the painters of our own age : we have not common sense, but we are charming.' This account of them was not untrue. They filled up the space between the grandiose pomp of Le Brun and the sombre pseudo-antique of David, just as the incomparable grace and sparkle of Voltaire's lighter verse filled up the space in literature between Eacine and Che'nier. They have a poetry of their own ; they are cheerful, sportive, full of fancy, and like everything else of that day, intensely sociable. They are, at any rate, even the most sportive of them, far less unwholesome and degrading than the acres of martyrdoms, emaciations, bad crucifixions, bad pietas, that make some galleries more disgusting than a lazar-house. 1 For "Watteau himself, the deity of the century, Diderot cared very little. ' I would give ten Wat- teaus,' he said, ' for one Teniers.' This was as much to be expected, as it was characteristic in Lewis xiv., when some of Teniers' pictures were submitted to him, imperiously to command l ces magots la ' to be taken, out of his sight. 1 ' Si tous les tableaux de martyrs que nos grand peintres ont si sublimement peints passaient a tine post6rite recule'e, pour qui nous prendrait-elle ? Pour des betes feroces ou des anthropophages.' Diderot's Pensees sur la Peinture. 74 DIDEROT. Greuze (b. 1725 d. 1805) of all the painters of the time was Diderot's chief favourite. Diderot was not at all blind to Greoze's faults, to his repetitions, his frequent want of size and amplitude, the excess of grey and of violet in his colouring. But all these were forgotten in transports of sympathy for the sen- timent. As we glance at a list of Greuze' s subjects, we perceive that we are in the very heart of the region of the domestic, the moral, ' V honnetej the homely pathos of the common people. The Death of a father of a family, regretted by his children ; The Death of an unnatural father, abandoned by his children ; The beloved mother caressed by her little ones ; A child weeping over its dead bird ; A Paralytic tended by his family, or the Fruit of a Good Education : Diderot was ravished by such themes. The last picture he describes as a proof that compositions of that kind are capable of doing honour to the gifts and the senti- ments of the artist. 1 The Girl bewailing her dead bird throws him into raptures. c 0, the pretty elegy ! ' he begins, ' the charming poem ! the lovely idyll ! ' and so forth until at length he breaks into a burst of lyric condolence addressed to the weeping child, that would fill four or five of these pages. 2 No picture of the eighteenth century was greeted with more enthusiasm than Greuze' s Accordee de Vil- lage, which was exhibited in 1761. It seems to tell a story, and therefore even to-day, in spite of its dulled pink and lustreless blue, it arrests the visitor 1 x. 143. 2 x. 343. ART. 75 to one of the less frequented halls of the Louvre. 1 Paris, weary of mythology and sated with pretty in- decencies, was fascinated by the simplicity of Greuze's village tale. l On se sent gagner tfune emotion douce en le regardant? said Diderot, and this gentle emotion was dear to the cultivated classes in France at that moment of the century. It was the year of the Neio Helo'isa. The subject is of the simplest : a peasant paying the dower-money of his daughter. ' The father ' it is prudent of us to borrow Diderot's description ' is seated in the great chair of the house. Before him his son-in-law standing, and holding in his left hand the bag that contains the money. The betrothed, standing also, with one arm gently passed under the arm of her lover, the other grasped by her mother, who is seated. Between the mother and the bride, a younger sister standing, leaning on the bride and with an arm thrown round her shoulders. Behind this group, a child standing on tip-toes to see what is going on. To the extreme left in the background, and at a distance from the scene, two women-servants who are looking on. To the right a cupboard with its usual contents all scrupulously clean ... A wooden staircase leading to the upper floor. In the foreground near the feet of the mother, a hen leading her young ones, to whom a little girl throws crumbs of bread ; a basin full of water, and on the edge of it, one of the small chickens with its beak in the air so 1 No. 260 of the French School. 76 DIDEROT. as to let the water go down.' Diderot then proceeds to criticise the details, telling us the very words that he hears the father addressing to the bridegroom, and as a touch of observation of nature, that while one of the old man's hands, of which we see the back, is tanned and brown, the other, of which we see the palm, is white. ( To the bride the painter has given a face full of charm, of seemliness, of reserve. She is dressed to perfection. That apron of white stuff could not be better ; there is a trifle of luxury in her ornament ; but then it is a wedding-day. You should note how true are the folds and creases in her dress, and in those of the rest. The charming girl is not quite straight ; but there is a light and gentle in- flexion in all her figure and her limbs, that fills her with grace and truth. Indeed she is pretty and very pretty. If she had leaned more towards her lover, it would have been unbecoming ; more to her mother and her father, and she would have been false. She has her arm half passed under that of her future husband, and the tips of her fingers rest softly on his hand; that is the only mark of tenderness that she gives him, and perhaps without knowing it herself : it is a delicate idea in the painter.' 1 ' Courage, my good Greuze,' he cries, 'fais de la morale en peinture. "What, has not the pencil been long enough and too long consecrated to debauchery 1 x. 151-6. Dr. Waagen pronounces this picture to be as truly an expression of das Nationalfranzosiche as WilMe's paintings are of das Englische. See his Kunstwcrke und Kunstler in Paris, p. 675. ART. 77 and yice ? Ought we not to be delighted at seeing it at last unite with dramatic poetry in instructing us, correcting us, inviting us to virtue ? ' 1 It has been sometimes said that Diderot would have exulted in the paintings of Hogarth, and we may admit that he would have sympathised with the spirit of such moralities as the Idle and the Industrious Apprentice, the Rake's Progress, and Marriage h la Mode. The intensity and power of that terrible genius would have had their attraction, but the minute ferocities of Hogarth's ruthless irony would certainly have revolted Mm. Such a scene as Lord Squanderfield's visit to the quack doctor, or as the Rake's debauch, would have filled him with inextinguishable horror. He could never have forgiven an artist who, in the ghastly pathos of a little child straining from the arms of its nurse towards the mother lying in the very article of death, could still find in his heart to paint on it the dark patches of foul disease. He would have fled with shrieks from those appalling scenes of murder, torture, madness, bestial drunkenness, rapacity, fury from that delirium of scrofula, palsy, entrails, the winding- sheet, and the grave-worm. Diderot's method was to improve men not by making their blood curdle, 'but by warming and softening the domestic affections. Diderot, as a critic, seems always to have remem- "bered a pleasant remonstrance once addressed at the Salon by the worthy Chardin to himself and Grimm l Gently, good sirs, gently ! Out of all the pictures 1 x. 208. 78 DIDEROT. that are here, seek the very worst ; and know that two thousand unhappy wretches have bitten their brushes in two with their teeth, in despair of ever doing even as badly. Parrocel, whom you call a dauber, and who for that matter is a dauber, if you compare him to Vernet, is still a man of rare talent relatively to the multitude of those who have flung up the career in which they started with him.' And then the artist recounts the immense labours, the exhausting years, the boundless patience, attention, tenacity, that arc the conditions even of a mediocre degree of mastery. "We are reminded of the scene in a famous work of art in our own day, where Herr IQesmer begs Miss Gwendolen Harleth to reflect, how merely to stand or to move on the stage is an art that requires long practice. ' le triste et plat metier que celui de critique ! ' Diderot cries on one occasion; l ll est si difficile de pro- duire une chose meme mediocre ; il est si facile de sen fir la mediocritV * !N"o doubt, as experience and respon- sibility gather upon us, we learn how hard in every line is even moderate skill. The wise are content to find what a man can do, without making it a reproach to him that there is something else which he cannot do. But Diderot knew well enough that Chardin's kindly principle might easily be carried too far. In general, he said, criticism displeases me; it sup- poses so little talent. 'What a foolish occupation, that of incessantly hindering ourselves from taking pleasure, or else making ourselves blush for the plea- 1 x 177. ART. 79 sure that we have taken ! And that is the occupation of criticism ! ' a Yet in one case he writes a score of pages of critical dialogue, in which the chief interlo- cutor is a painter w T ho avenges his own failure by stringent attacks on the work of happier rivals of the year. And speaking in his own proper person, Diderot knows how to dismiss incompetence with the right word, sometimes of scorn, more often of good- natured remonstrance. Bad painters, a Parrocel, a Brenet, fare as ill at his hands as they deserved to do. He remarks incidentally that the condition of the bad painter and the bad actor is worse than that of the bad man of letters : the painter hears with his own ears the expressions of contempt for his talent, and the hisses of the audience go straight to the ears of the actor, whereas the author has the comfort of going to his grave without a suspicion that you have cried out at every page, ' The fool, the animal, the jackass,' and have at length flung his books into a corner. There is nothing to prevent the worst author, as he sits alone in his library, and reads himself over and over again, from congratulating himself on being the originator of so many rare and felicitous ideas. 2 The one painter whom Diderot never spares is Boucher, who was an idol of the time, and made an income of fifty thousand livres a year out of his popularity. He laughs at him as a mere painter of fans, an artist with no colours on his palette save white and red. He admits the fecundity, the fougue^ the ease of 1 xii. 8, 79. 2 xi. 149. 8o DIDEROT. Boucher, just as Sir Joshua Reynolds admits his grace and beauty and good skill in composition. 1 Boucher, says Diderot, is in painting what Ariosto is in poetry, and he who admires the one, is inconsistent if he is not mad for the other. What is wanting, is disci- plined taste, more variety, more severity. Yet he cannot refuse to concede about one of Boucher's pictures, that after all he would be glad to possess it. Every time you saw it, he says, you would find fault with it, yet you would go on looking at it. 2 This is perhaps what the severest modern amateur, as he strolls carelessly through the French school at his leisure, would not in his heart care to deny. Fragonard, whose picture of Coresus and Callirrhoe made a great sensation in its day, and still attracts some small share of attention in the French school, was not a favourite with Diderot. The Callirrhoe inspired an elaborate but not very felicitous criticism. Then the painter changed his style in the direction of Boucher, and as far away as possible from Vhonnete and le beau moral, and Diderot turned away from him ; at last describing an oval picture representing groups of children in heaven as l une belle et grande omelette d'enfantsj' heads, legs, thighs, arms, bodies, all inter- laced together among yellowish clouds ' lien ome- lette, lien douillette, lienjaune, etlien IruleeS 3 On the whole, we cannot wonder either that pain- ters hold literary talk about their difficult and complex 1 See Eeynolds's Twelfth Discourse, p. 106. 2 x. 102. 3 xi. 296. For the Callirrhoe, see x. 397. ART. Si art so cheap, or that the lay public prizes it so much above its intrinsic "worth. It helps the sluggish imagination and dull sight of the one, while it is apt to pass ignorantly over both the true difficulties and the true successes of the other. Diderot, unlike most of those who have come after him, had carefully studied the conditions prescribed to the painter by the material in which he works. Although he was a master of the literary criticism of art, he had artists among his intimate companions, and was too eager for knowledge not to wring from them, the secrets of technique, just as he extorted from weavers and dyers the secrets of their processes and instru- ments. He makes no ostentatious display of this special knowledge, yet it is present, giving a firmness and accuracy to what would otherwise be too like mere arbitrary lyrics suggested by a painting, but not really dealing with it. His special gift was the trans- formation of scientific criticism into something with the charm of literature. Take, for instance, a picture by Vien : ' Psyche approaching with her lamp to surprise Love in his sleep. The two figures are of flesh and blood, but they have neither the elegance, nor the grace, nor the delicacy that the subject required. Love seems to me to be making a grimace. Psyche is not like a woman who comes trembling on tiptoe. I do not see on her face that mixture of surprise, fear, love, desire, and admiration, which ought all to be there. It is not enough to show in Psyche a curiosity to see Love ; I must also perceive in her the fear of awakening him. She ought to have her mouth half open, and to be afraid of drawing her breath. 'Tis her lover that she sees, VOL. ir. G 82 DIDEROT. that she sees for the first time, at the risk of losing him for ever. What joy to look upon him, and to find him so fair ! Oh, what little intelligence in our painters, how little they understand nature ! The head of Psyche ought to be inclined towards Love ; the rest of her body drawn back, as it is when you advance towards a spot where you fear to enter, and from which you are ready to flee back ; one foot planted on the ground and the other barely touching it. And the lamp ; ought she to let the light fall on the eyes of Love ? Ought she not to hold it apart, and to shield it with her hand to deaden its brightness? Moreover, that would light the picture in a very striking way. These good people do not know that the eyelids have a kind of transparency ; they have never seen a mother coming in the night to look at her child in the cradle, with a lamp in her hand, and fearful of awakening it.' l There have been many attempts to imitate this manner since Diderot. No less a person than M. Thiers tried it, when it fell to him as a young writer for the newspapers to describe the Salon of 1822. One brilliant poet, novelist, traveller, critic, has suc- ceeded, and Diderot's art-criticism is at least equalled in The'ophile Gautier's pages on Titian's Assunta and Bellini's Madonna at Yenice, or Murillo's Saint Anthony of Padua at Seville. 2 Just as in his articles in the Encyclopaedia, here too Diderot is always ready to turn from his subject for a moral aside. Even the modern reader will for- give the discursive apostrophe addressed to the judges of the unfortunate Galas, the almost lyric denunciation 1 x. 121. 2 Voyage en Italic, 230. Voyage en Es^ayne, 330. See the tame critic's Ab&xdaire du Salon de 1861. ART. 83 of an atrocity that struck such deep dismay into the liearts of all the brethren of the Encyclopedia. 1 But Diderot's asides are usually in less tragic matter. A picture of Michael Van Loo's reminds him that Van Loo had once a friend in Spain. This friend took it into Ms head to equip a vessel for a trading expedi- tion, and Yan Loo invested all his fortune in his friend's vessel. The vessel was wrecked, the fortune was lost, and the master was drowned. When Van Loo heard of the disaster, the first word that came to his mouth was / have lost a good friend. And on this, Diderot sails off into a digression on the grounds of praise and blame. Here are one or two illustrations of the same, moralizing : ' The effect of our sadness on others is very singular. Have you not sometimes noticed in the country the sudden stillness of the birds, if it happens that on a fine day a cloud conies and lingers over the spot that was resounding with their music 1 A suit of deep mourning in company is the cloud that, as it passes, causes the momentary silence of the birds. It goes, and the song is resumed.' ' We should divide a nation into three classes : the bulk of the nation, which forms the national taste and manners ; those who rise above these, are called madmen, originals, oddities ; those who fall below, are noodles. The progress of the human mind causes the level to shift, and a man often lives too long for his reputation. ... He who is too far in front of his generation, who rises above the general level of the common manners, must expect few votes ; he ought to be thankful for the oblivion that 1 xi. 309. G 2 84 DIDEROT. rescues him from persecution. Those who raise themselves to a great distance above the common level are not perceived ; they die forgotten and tranquil, either like everybody else, or far away from everybody else. That is my motto.' l * But Vernet will never be more than Vernet, a mere man. No, and for that very reason all the more astonishing, and his \vork all the more worthy of admiration. It is, no doubt, a great thing, is this universe ; but when I compare it with the energy of the productive cause, if I had to wonder at aught, it would be that its work is not still finer and still more perfect. It is just the reverse when I think of the weakness of man, of his poor means, of the embarrassments and of the short duration of his life, and then of certain things that he has undertaken and carried out.' 2 These digressions are one source of the charm of Diderot's criticism. They impart ease and naturalness to it, because they evidently reproduce the free move- ment of his mind, as it really was, and not as the supposed dignity of authorship might require him to pretend. There is no stiffness nor sense, as we have said, of literary strain, and yet there is no disturbing excess of what is random, broken, decousu. The digression flows with lively continuity from the main stream and back again into it, leaving some cheerful impression or curious suggestion behind it. Some- thing, we cannot tell what, draws him off to wonder whether there is not as much verve in the first scene of Terence and in the Antinoiis, as in any scene of Moliere or any work of Michael Angelo ? ' I once 1 xi. 294. * xi. 102. ART. 85 answered this question, but rather too lightly. Every moment I am apt to make a mistake, because language does not furnish me with the right expression for the truth at the moment. I abandon a thesis for lack of words that shall supply my reasons. I have one thing in the bottom of my heart, and I find myself saying another. There is the advantage of living in retirement and solitude. There a man speaks, asks himself questions, listens to himself, and listens in silence. His secret sensation developes itself little by little.' Then when he is about to speak of one of Greuzc's pictures, he bethinks himself of Greuze's vanity, and this leads him to a vein of reflection which it is good for all critics, whether public or private, to hold fast in their minds. ' If you take away Greuze's vanity, you will take away his verve, you will extinguish his fire, his genius will undergo an eclipse. Nos qualites tiennent de pres a nos defends? And of this important truth, the base of wise toler- ance, there follow a dozen graphic examples. 1 Gre'try, the composer, more than once consulted Diderot in moments of perplexity. It was not always safe, he says, to listen to the glowing man when he allowed his imagination to run away with him, but the first burst was of inspiration divine. 2 Painters found his suggestions as potent and as helpful as the musician found them. He delighted in being able 1 x. 342. He says elsewhere of Greuze (xviii. 247), that he is un excellent artiste, mais une bien mauvaise tete. " Quoted in Diderot's (Euv. v. 460, n. 86 DIDEROT. to tell an artist how lie might change his bad picture- into a good one. 1 l Chardin, La Grenee, Grcuze and others,' says Diderot, ' have assured me (and artists are not given to nattering men of letters) that I was about the only one whose images could pass at once to canvas, almost exactly as they came into my head.* And he gives illustrations, how he instantly furnished to La Grene'e a subject for a picture of Peace ; to- Greuze, a design introducing a nude figure without wounding the modesty of the spectator ; to a third, a historical subject. 2 The first of the three is a curious example of the difficulty which even a strong genius- like Diderot had in freeing himself from artificial traditions. For Peace, he cried to La Grenee, show me Mars with his breastplate, his sword girded on r his head noble and firm. Place standing by his side a Yenus, full, divine, voluptuous, smiling on him with an enchanting smile ; let her point to his casque, in which her doves have made their nest. Is it not singular that even Diderot sometimes failed to re- member that Mars and Yenus are dead, that they can. never be the source of a fresh and natural inspiration, and that neither artist nor spectator can be moved by cold and vapid allegories in an extinct dialect ? If Diderot could have seen such a treatment of La GreneVs subject as Landseer's Peace, with its children playing at the mouth of the slumbering gun, he would have been the first to cry out how much nearer this came to the spirit of his own aesthetic methods, than 1 E. g. (Eui: xL 253. " xi. 71. ART. 87 all the pride of Mars and all the beauty of Venus. He is truer to himself in the subject with which he met Greuze' s perplexity in the second of his two illus- trations. He bade Greuze paint the Honest Model; a girl sitting to an artist for the first time, her poor garments on the ground beside her ; her head resting on one of her hands, and a tear rolling down each cheek. The mother, whose dress betrays the extremity of indigence, is by her side, and with her own hands and one of the hands of her daughter covers her face. The painter, witness of the scene, softened and touched, lets his palette or his brush fall from his hand. Greuze at once exclaimed that he saw his subject; and we may at least admit that this pretty bit of common- place sentimentalism is more in Diderot's vein than the pagan gods and goddesses. Diderot is never more truly himself than when he takes the subject of a picture that is before him, and shows how it might have been more effectively handled. Thus : 'The Flight into Egypt is treated in a fresh and piquant manner. But the painter has not known how to make the best of his idea. The Virgin passes in the background of the picture, bearing the infant Jesus in her arms. She is followed by Joseph and the ass carrying the baggage. In the foreground are the shepherds prostrating themselves, their hands upturned towards her, and wishing her a happy journey. Ah, what a fine painting, if the artist had known how to make mountains at the foot of which the Virgin had passed ; if he had known how to make the mountains very steep, escarped, majestic ; if he had covered them with moss and wild shrubs ; if he had given to the Virgin 88 DIDEROT. simplicity, beauty, grandeur, nobleness; if the road that she follows had led into the paths of some forest, lonely and remote ; if he had taken his moment at the rise of day or at its fall ! ' l The picture of Saint Benedict by Deshays whom at one moment Diderot pronounces to be the first painter in the nation stirs the same spirit of emen- dation. Diderot thinks that in spite of the pallor of the dying saint's visage, one would be inclined to give liim some years yet to live. ' I ask whether it would not have been better that his legs should have sunk under him ; that he should have been supported by two or three monks; that he should have had the arms extended, the head thrown back, with death on his lips and ecstasy on his brow. If the painter had given this strong expression to his Saint Benedict, consider, my friend, how it would have reflected itself on all the rest of the picture. That slight change in the principal figure would have influenced all the others. The cele- brant, instead of being upright, would in his compassion have leaned more forward ; distress and anguish would have been more strongly depicted in all the bystanders. There is a piece from which you could teach young students that, by altering one single circumstance, you alter all others, or else the truth disappears. You could make out of it an excellent chapter on the force of unity ; you would have to preserve the same arrangement, the same figures, and to invite them to execute the picture according to the different changes that were made in the figure of the communicant.' 2 The admirable Salons were not Diderot's only con- tributions to aesthetic criticism. He could not content himself with reproductions, in eloquent language upon 1 x. 115. - x. 125. ART. 89 paper, of the combinations of colour and form upon canvas. No one was further removed from vague or indolent expansion. He returns again and again to examine with keenness and severity the principles, the methods, the distinctions of the fine arts, and though he is often a sentimentalist and a declaimer, he can also, when the time comes, transform himself into an accurate scrutiniser of ideas and phrases, a seeker after causes and differences, a discoverer of kinds and classes in art, and of the conditions proper to success in each of them. In short, the fact of being an eloquent and enthusiastic critic of pictures, did not prevent him from being a truly philosophical thinker about the abstract laws of art, with the thinker's genius for analysis, comparison, classifica- tion. Who that has read them, can ever forget the dialogues that are set among the landscapes of Yernet in the Salons of 1TG7 ? l The critic supposes himself unable to visit the Salon of the year, and to be staying in a gay country-house amid some fine landscapes on the sea- coast. He describes his walks among these admirable scenes, and the strange and varying effects of light and colour, and all the movements of the sky and ocean ; and into the descriptions he weaves a series of dialogues with an abbe, a tutor of the children of the house, upon art and landscape and the processes of the universe. Nothing can be more excellent and life-like ; it is not until the end, that he lets the secret slip, that the whole fabric has been a flight of fancy, * xi. 98149. 90 DIDEROT. inspired by no real landscape, but by the sea-pieces sent to the exhibition by Yernet. This is an illustration of the variety of approach which makes Diderot so interesting, so refreshing a critic. He never sinks into what is mechanical, and the evidence of this is that his mind, while intent on the qualities of a given picture, yet moves freely to the outside of the picture, and is ever cordially open to the most general thoughts and moods, while at- tending with workmanlike fidelity to what is par- ticular in the object before him. 1 In the light of modern speculation upon the philo- sophy of the fine arts, Diderot makes no commanding figure, because he is so egregiously unsystematic. But as Goethe said, in a piece where he was withstanding Diderot to the face, die hochste Wirkung des Geistes ist, den Geist hervorzurufen the highest influence of mind is to call out mind. This stimulating provocation of the intelligence was the master faculty in Diderot. For the sake of that, men are ready to pardon all excesses, and to overlook many offences against the law of Measure. From such a point of view, Goethe's treat- ment of Diderot's Essay on Painting (written in 1765, but not given to the world until 1796) is an instructive lesson. Diderot's essay, he wrote to Schiller, 'is a magnificent work, and it speaks even more usefully to the poet than to the painter, though for the painter, too, it is a torch of powerful illumination.' Yet Diderot's critical principle in the essay was exactly 1 E. g. xi. 223. ART. 91 opposite to Goethe's; and when Goethe translated some portions of it, he was forced to add a commentary of stringent protest. Diderot, as usual, energetically extols nature, as the one source and fountain of true artistic inspiration. Even in what looks to us like defect or monstrosity, she is never incorrect. If she inflicts on the individual some unusual feature, she never fails to draw other parts of the system into co- ordination and a sort of harmony with the abnormal element. We say of a man who passes in the street that he is ill-shapen. Yes, according to our poor rules ; but according to nature, it is another matter. We say of a statue that it is of fine proportions. Yes, according to our poor rules ; but according to nature ? 1 In the same vein, he breaks out .against the prac- tice of drawing from the academic model. All these academic positions, affected, constrained, arranged, as they are ; all these actions coldly and awkwardly ex- pressed by some poor devil, and always the same poor devil, hired to come three times a week, to undress himself, and to play the puppet in the hands of the professor what have these in common with the posi- tions and actions of nature ? What is there in com- mon between the man who draws water from the well in your courtyard, and the man who pretends to imitate him on the platform of the drawing school ? If Diderot thought the seven years passed in drawing the model no better than wasted, he was not any more indulgent to the practice of studying the 1 x. 461-2. 92 DIDEROT. minutiae of the anatomy of the human frame. He saw the risk of the artist becoming vain of his scientific acquirement, of his eye being corrupted, of his seeking to represent what is under the surface, of his forget- ting that he has only the exterior to show. A practice that is intended to make the student look at nature, most commonly tends to make him see nature other than she really is. To sum up, mannerism would disappear from drawing and from colour, if people would only scrupulously imitate nature. Mannerism comes from the masters, from the academy, from the school, and even from the antique. 1 We may easily believe how many fallacies were discerned in such lessons as these by the author of JpJtigenWj and the passionate admirer of the ancient marbles. Diderot's fundamental error, said Goethe, is to confound nature and art, completely to amalgamate nature with art. * Now Nature organizes a living, an indifferent being, the Artist something dead, but full of significance ; Nature something real, the Artist something apparent. In the works of Nature the spectator must import significance, thought, effect, reality ; in a work of Art he will and must find this already there. A perfect imitation of Nature is in no sense possible ; the Artist is only called to the representation of the surface of an appearance. The outside of the vessel, the living whole that speaks to all our faculties of mind and sense, that stirs our 1 x. 467. For a more respectful view of the antique, and of Winckelmann's position, see Salon de 1765, x. 418. ART. 93 desire, elevates our intelligence that whose posses- sion makes us happy, the vivid potent, finished Beau- tiful for all this is the Artist appointed.' In other words, art has its own laws, as it has its own aims, and these are not the laws and aims of nature. To mock at rules is to overthrow the conditions that make a painting or a statue possible. To send the pupil away from the model to the life of the street, the gaol, the church, is to send him forth without teaching him for what to look. To make light of the study of anatomy in art, is like allowing the composer to forget thorough base in his enthusiasm, or the poet in his enthusiasm to forget the number of syllables in his verse. Again, though art may profit by a free and broad method, yet all artistic significance depends on the More and the Less. Beauty is a narrow circle in which one may only move in modest measure. And of this modest measure the academy, the school, the master, above all the antique, are the guardians and the teachers. 1 It is unnecessary to labour the opposition between the two great masters of criticism. Goethe, as usual, must be pronounced to have the last word of reason and wisdom, the word which comprehends most of the truth of the matter. And it is delivered in that generous and loyal spirit, which nobody would have appreciated more than the free-hearted Diderot himself. The drift of Goethe's contention is, in fact, the thesis of Diderot's Paradox on the Comedian. But the state of painting in France and Goethe admits it may have 1 Diderot's Versuck iiberdie Malerei ; Goethe's WerTce, xxv. 309, etc. 94 DIDEROT. called for a line of criticism which was an exaggera- tion of what Diderot, if he had "been in Goethe's neutral position, would have found in his better mind. 1 There is a passage in one of the Salons which sheds a striking side-light on the difference between these two great types of genius. The difference between the mere virtuoso and the deep critic is that, in the latter, behind views on art we discern far-reaching thoughts on life. And in Diderot, no less than in Goethe, art is ever seen in its associations with character, aspiration, happiness, and conduct. ' The sun, which was on the edge of the horizon, disappeared : over the sea there came all at once an aspect more sombre and solemn. Twilight, which is at first neither day nor night an image of our feeble thoughts, and an image that warns the philosopher to stay in his speculations warns the traveller too to turn his steps towards home. So I turned back, and as I con- tinued the thread of my thoughts, I began to reflect that if there is a particular morality belonging to each species, so perhaps in the same species there is a different morality for different indi- viduals, or at least for different kinds and collections of individuals. And in order not to scandalize you by too serious an example, it came into my head that there is perhaps a morality peculiar to artists or to art, and that this morality might well be the very reverse of the common morality. Yes, my friend, I am much afraid that man marches straight to misery by the very path that leads 1 And of course on occasion did actually find. See xi. 101. Sir Joshua Beynolds, who was too sincere a lover of his art not to be above mere patriotic prejudice, describes the condition of things. 'I have heard painters acknow- ledge that they could do better without nature than with her, or, as they expressed themselves, it only put them out. Our neighbours, the French, are much in this practice of extempore invention, and their dexterity is such as even to excite admiration, if not envy ; but how rarely can this praise be given to their finished pictures ! ' Twelfth Discourse, p. 105. ART. 95 the imitator of nature to the sublime. To plunge into extremes that is the rule for poets. To keep in all things the just mean there is the rule for happiness. One must not make poetry in real life. The heroes, the romantic lovers, the great patriots, the in- flexible magistrates, the apostles of religion, the philosophers ct toute entrance all these rare and divine insensates make poetry in their life, and that is their bane. It is they who after death provide material for the great pictures. They are excellent to paint. Experience shows that nature condemns to misery the man to whom, she has allotted genius, and whom she has endowed with beauty ; it is they who are the figures of poetry. Then within myself I lauded the mediocrity that shelters one alike from praise and blame ; and yet why, I asked myself, would no one choose to let his sensibility go and to become mediocre 1 vanity of man ! ' l Goethe's Tasso, a work so full of finished poetry and of charm, is the idealised and pathetic version of the figure that Diderot has thus conceived for genius. The dialogues between the hapless poet and Antonio, the man of the world, are a skilful, lofty, and impres- sive statement of the problem that often vexed Diderot. Goethe sympathised with Antonio's point of view ; he had in his nature so much of the spirit of conduct, of saneness, of the common reason of the world. And in art he was a lover of calm ideals. In Diderot, as our readers by this time know, these things were otherwise. The essay on Beauty in the Encyclopaedia is less fertile than most of Diderot's contributions to the sub- ject. 2 It contains a careful account of two or three 1 x. 124-5. 2 (Eva. x. 96 DIDEROT. other theories, especially that of Hutcheson. The ob- ject is to explain the source of Beauty. Diderot's own conclusion is that this is to be found in ' relations.' Our words for the different shades of the beautiful are expressive of notions (acquired by experience through the senses) of order, proportion, symmetry, unity, and so forth. But, after all, the real question remains unanswered what makes some relations beau- tiful and others not so ; and the same objects beautiful to me and indifferent to you ; and the same object beautiful to me to-day and indifferent or disgusting to me to-morrow. Diderot does, it is true, enumerate twelve sources of such diversity of judgment, in dif- ferent races, ages, individuals, moods, but their force depends upon the importation into the conception of beauty of some more definite element than the bare idea of relation. Some sentences show that he came very near to the famous theory of Alison, that beauty is only attributed to sounds and sights, where, and because, they recall what is pleasing, sublime, pathetic, and set our ideas and emotions flowing in one of these channels. But he does not get fairly on the track either of Alison's, or any other decisive and marking adjective, with which to qualify his rapports. He wastes some time, moreover, in trying to bring within the four corners of his definition some uses of the terms of beauty, which are really only applied to objects by way of analogy, and are not meant to pre- dicate the beautiful in any literal or scientific sense. There is no more interesting department of aesthetic ART. 97 inquiry than the relations of the arts to one another, and the nature of the delimitations of the provinces of poetry, painting, sculpture, music, Diderot, from the very beginning of his career, had turned his thoughts to this intricate subject. In his letter on Deaf Mutes (1751) he had stated the problem to collect the common beauties of poetry, painting, and music ; to show their analogies ; to explain how the poet, the painter, and the musician, render the same image; to seize the fugitive emblems of their ex- pression. Why should a situation that is admirable in a poem become ridiculous in a painting ?* For instance, what is it that prevents a painter from reproducing the moment when Neptune raises his head above the tossing waters, as he is represented in Virgil : Interea magno misceri murmure pontum, Emissamque hiemem sensit Neptunus, et imis Stagna refusa vadis ; graviter commotus, et alto Prospiciens, summa placidum caput extulit unda. Diderot's answer to the question is an anticipation of the main position of the famous little book which appeared fifteen years afterwards, and which has been well described as the Organum of a3sthetic cultivation. In Laocoon Lessing contends against Spence, the author of Poll/metis, against Caylus, and others of his contemporaries, that poetry and painting are divided 1 It is to be observed also that hie shows true perspicacity in connecting the difficulty of transforming a poetic into a pictorial description, with the kindred difficulty of translating a finished poem in one language into another language. See also xi. 107. 93 DIDEROT. from one another in aim, in effects, in reach, by the limits set upon each by the nature of its own material. 1 So Diderot says that the painter could not seize the Virgilian moment, because a body that is partially immersed in water is disfigured by an effect of refrac- tion, which a faithful painter would be bound to re- produce ; because the image of the body could not be seen transparently through the stormy waters, and therefore the god would have the appearance of being decapitated ; because it is indispensable, if you would avoid the impression of a surgical amputation, that some visible portion of hidden limbs should be there to inform us of the existence of the rest. 2 He takes another instance, where a description that is admirable in poetry, would be insupportable in painting. Who, he asks, could bear upon canvas the sight of Poly- phemus grinding between his teeth the bones of one of the companions of Ulysses ? Who could see without horror a giant holding a man in his enormous mouth, with blood dripping over his head and breast ? Among the many passages in which Diderot touches on the differences between poetry and painting, none is more just and true than that in which he implores the poet not to attempt description of details : i True taste fastens on one or two characteristics, and leaves the rest to imagination. "Tis when Arniicla advances with noble mien in the midst of the 1 Lessing appears to have been directly led to this by Aristotle. See Gotschlich's Lcssing's Aristotdische Studien, p. 120. - (Euv., i. 382, 403. ART. 99 ranks of tlie army of Godfrey, and when the generals begin to look at one another with jealous eyes, that Armida is beautiful to us. It is when Helen passes before the old men of Troy, and they all cry out it is then that Helen is beautiful. And it is Avhen Ariosto describes Alcina from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, that notwithstanding the grace, the facility, the soft elegance of his verse, Alcina is not beautiful. He shows me everything ; he leaves me nothing to do ; he makes me wearied and impatient. If a figure walks, describe to me its carriage and its lightness ; I will undertake the rest. If it is stooping, speak to me only of arms and shoulders ; I will take all else on myself. If you do more, you confuse the kinds of work ; you cease to be a poet, and become a painter or sculptor. One single trait, a great trait; leave the rest to my imagination. That is true taste, great taste.' 1 And then he quotes with admiration Ovid's line of the goddess of the seas : Nee brachia longo Margine terrarum porrexerat Amphitrite. Quel image ! Quel bras ! Quel prodigieux mouve- ment ! Quel figure ! and so forth, after Diderot's manner. Nobody will compare these detached and frag- mentary deliverances with the full and easy mastery which Lessing, in Laocoon and its unfinished supple- ments, exhibits over the many ramifications of his central idea. We can only notice that Diderot had a 1 xi. 328. H 2 TOO DIDEROT. foot on the track along which Lessing afterwards made such signal progress. The reader who cares to measure the advantage of Lessing' s more serious and concentrated attention to his subject, may compare- the twelfth chapter of Laocoon with Diderot's criticism on Doyen's painting of the Battle between Diomede and Aeneas. 1 As we see how near Diderot came to the real and decisive truths of all these matters, and yet how far he remains from the full perception of what a little consecutive study must have revealed to his superior genius, we can only think painfully of his avowal ' I have not the consciousness of having em- ployed the half of my strength : jusqifa present je n'ai que baguenaudeS On the great art of music Diderot has said little that is worth attending to. Eemetzrieder, a German musician who taught Diderot's daughter to play on the clavecin, wrote an elementary book called Lessons on the Clavecin and Principles of Harmony. This is pronounced by the modern teachers to be not less than contemptible. Diderot, however, with his usual bound- less good nature, took the trouble to set the book in a series of dialogues, 2 in which teacher, pupil, and a philosopher deal in all kinds of elaborate amenities, and pay one another many compliments. It reminds one of the old Hebrew grammar which is couched in the form of Conversations with a Duchess ' Tour Grace having kindly condescended to approve of the plan that I 1 Salon de 1761 ; (Euv., v. 140. 2 See, however, for a few suggestive words on this subject, i. 408. ART. 1 01 liave sketched. All this your Grace probably knows already, but your Grace has probably never attempted/ and so forth. The unwise things that men of letters have written from a good-natured wish to help their friends, are not so numerous that we need be afraid of extending to them a good-natured pardon. The beauty of Diderot's Salons is remarkable enough to cover a multitude of sins in other arts. There are few other compositions in European literature which show so well how criticism itself may become a fine art. CHAPTER XII. ST. PETERSBURG AND THE HAGUE. ' YTTHAT would you say of the owner of an im- mense palace, who should spend all his life in going up from the cellars to the attics, and going down from attics to cellar, instead of sitting quietly in the midst of his family ? That is the image of the traveller.' Yet Diderot, whose words these are, re- solved at the age of sixty to undertake no less for- midable a journey than to the remote capital on the shores of the Neva. It had come into his head, or perhaps others had put it into his head, that he owed a visit to his imperial benefactress whose bounty had rendered life easier to him. He had recently made the acquaintance of two Eussian personages of considera- tion. One of them was the Princess Dashkow, who was believed to have taken a prominent part in that confused conspiracy of 1762 which ended in the murder of Peter in. by Alexis OrlofF, and the eleva- tion of Catherine n. to the throne. Her services at that critical moment had not prevented her disgrace, if indeed they were not its cause, and in 1770 the Princess set out on her travels. Horace Walpole has SAINT PETERSBURG AND THE HAGUE. 103 described the curiosity of the London world to sec the Muscovite Alecto, the accomplice of the northern Athaliah, the amazon who had taken part in a re- volution when she was only nineteen. In England she made a pleasant impression, in spite of eyes of 'a very Catiline fierceness.' She was equally de- lighted with England, and when she went on from London to Paris, she took very little trouble to make friends in the capital of the rival nation. Diderot seems to have been her only intimate. The Princess (1770) called nearly every afternoon at his door, carried him off to dinner, and kept him talking and declaiming until the early hours of the next morning. The ' hurricanes of his enthusiastic nature ' delighted her, and she remembered for years afterwards how on one occasion she excited him to such a pitch that he sprang from his chair as if by machinery, strode rapidly up and down the room, and spat upon the floor with passion. 1 The Prince Galitzin was a Eussian friend of greater importance. Prince Galitzin was one of those foreigners, like Holbach, Grimm, Galiani, who found themselves more at home in Paris than anywhere else in the world. Living mostly among artists and men of letters, he became an established favourite. With Diderot's assistance (1767) he acquired for the Empress many of the pictures that adorn the fine 1 Memoirs of Princess Daslikoff (vol. ii.). By Mrs. Bradford, an English companion and friend of the Princess. (London : 1840.) See Diderot's account of her, (Euv., xvii. 487. Compare Horace Walpole's Letters, v. 266. io 4 DIDEROT. gallery at St. Petersburg, and Diderot praises Ms knowledge of the fine arto, the reason being that he has that great principle of true taste, the belle dme. 1 He wrote eclogues in French, and he attempted the more useful but more difficult task of writing in the half-formed tongue of his own country an account of the great painters of Italy and Holland. 2 Diderot makes the pointed remark about him that he believed in equality of ranks by instinct, which is better than believing in it by reflection. 3 It was through the medium of this friendly and intelligent man that the Empress had acted in the purchase of Diderot's library. In 1769 he was appointed Russian minister at the Hague, and his chief ground for delight at the appointment was that it brought him within reach of his friends in Paris. Diderot set out on his expedition some time in the summer of 1773 the date also of Johnson's memor- able tour to the Hebrides and his first halt was at the Dutch capital, then at the distance of a four days' journey from Paris. Here he remained for many weeks, in some doubt whether or not to persist in the project of a more immense journey. He passed most of his time with the Prince and Princess Galitzin, as between a good brother and a good sister. Their house, he notices, had once been the residence of Barneveldt. Men like Diderot are the last persons to think of their own historic position, else we might 1 xviii. 239. 2 Grimm, Cor. Lit., xv. 18. Diderot, xviii. 251. b xix. 250. THE HAGUE. 105 have expected to find him musing on the saving shelter which this land of freedom and tolerance had given to more than one of his great precursors in the literature of emancipation. Descartes had found twenty years of priceless freedom (1629 1649) among the Dutch burghers. The ruling ideas of the Encyclopaedia came in direct line from Baylo (d. 1706) and Locke (d. 1704), and both Bayle and Locke, though in different measures, owed their security to the stout valour with which the Dutch defended their own land, and taught the English how to defend theirs, against the destructive pretensions of Catholic absolutism. Of these memories Diderot probably thought no more than Descartes thought about the learning of Grotius or the art of Rem- brandt. It was not the age, nor was his the mind, for historic sentimentalisin. ' The more I see of this country,' he wrote to his good friends in Paris, l the more I feel at home in it. The soles, fresh herrings, turbot, perch, are all the best people in the world. The walks are charming ; I do not know whether the women are all very sage, but with their great straw hats, their eyes fixed on the ground, and the enormous fichus spread over their bosoms, they have the air of coming back from prayers or going to con- fession.' Diderot did not fail to notice more serious things than this. His remarks on the means of travelling with most profit are full of sense, and the account which he wrote of Holland shows him to have been as widely reflective and observant as we J o6 DIDEROT. should have expected him to be. 1 It will be more convenient to say something on this, in connection with the stay which he again made at the Hague on his return from his pilgrimage to Eussia. After many hesitations the die was cast. Iv'ariskin, a court chamberlain, took charge of the philosopher, and escorted him in an excellent carriage along the dreary road that ended in the capital reared by Peter the Great among the northern floods. It is worth while to digress for a few moments, to mark shortly the difference in social and intellectual conditions between the philosopher's own city and the city for which he was bound, and to touch on the significance of his journey. "VYe can only in this way understand the position of the Encyclopedists in Europe, and see why it is interesting to the student of the history of western civilisation to know something about them. It is impossible to have a clear idea of the scope of the revolutionary philosophy, as well as of the singular pre-eminence of Paris over the western world, until we have placed ourselves not only at Femey and Grandval, and in the parlours of Madame Geoffrin and Mademoiselle Lespinasse, but also in palaces at Florence, Berlin, Vienna, and Saint Petersburg. From Holland with its free institutions, its peaceful industry, its husbanded wealth, its rich and original art, its great political and literary tradition, to go to Eussia was to measure an arc of western progress, 1 (Euv., xviii. 365, 471. SAINT PETERSBURG. 107 and to retrace the steps of the genius of civilisation. The political capital of Eussia represented a forced and artificial union between old and new conditions. In St. Petersburg, says an on-looker, were united the age of barbarism and the age of civilisation, the tenth century and the eighteenth, the manners of Asia and the manners of Europe, the rudest Scythians and the most polished Europeans, a brilliant and proud aris- tocracy and a people sunk in servitude. On one side were elegant fashions, magnificent dresses, sumptuous repasts, splendid feasts, theatres like those which gave grace and animation to the select circles of London or Paris : on the other side, shopkeepers in Asiatic dress, coachmen, servants, and peasants clad in sheepskins, wearing long beards, fur caps, and long fingerless gloves of skin, with short axes hanging from their leathern girdles. The thick woollen bands round their feet and legs resembled a rude cothurnus, and the sight of these uncouth figures reminded one who had seen the bas-reliefs on Trajan's column at Borne, of the Scythians, the Dacians, the Goths, the Eoxolani, who had been the terror of the Empire. 1 Literary cultivation was confined to almost the smallest pos- sible area. Oriental as Eussia was in many respects, it was the opposite of oriental in one : women were then, as they are still sometimes said to be in Eussia, more cultivated and advanced than men. Many of them could speak half-a-dozen languages, could play on several instruments, and were familiar with the 1 Segur's Mem., ii. 230. io8 DIDEROT. works of the famous poets of France, Italy, and Eng- land. Among the men, on the contrary, outside of a few exceptional families about the court, the vast majority were strangers to all that was passing be- yond the limits of their own country. The few who had travelled and were on an intellectual level with their century, were as far removed from the rest of their countrymen as Englishmen are removed from, Iroquois. To paint the court of Catherine in its true colours, it has been said that one ought to have the pen of Procopius. It was a hotbed cf corruption, intrigue, jealousy, violence, hatred. One day, surrounded by twenty-seA r en of her courtiers, Catherine said : l If I were to believe what you all say about one another, there is not one of you who does not richly deserve to have his head cut off.' A certain princess was notorious for her inhuman barbarity. One day she discovered that one of her attendants was with child ; in a frenzy she pursued the hapless Callisto from chamber to chamber, came up with her, dashed in her skull with a heavy weapon, and finally in a delirium of passion ripped up her body. When two nobles had a quarrel, they fell upon one another then and there like drunken navvies, and Potemkin had an eye gouged out in a court brawl. Such horrors give us a measure of the superior humanity of Versailles, and enable us also in passing to see how duelling could be a sign of a higher civilisation. The reigning passions were love of money and the gratification of a coarse vanity. SAINT PETERSBURG. 109 [Friendship, virtue, manners, delicacy, probity, said one witness, are here merely words, void of all mean- ing. The tone in public affairs was as low as in those of private conduct. I might as well, says Sir Gr. Macartney, quote Clarke and Tillotson at the divan of Constantinople, as invoke the authority of Puffendorf and Grotius here. The character of the Empress herself has been more disputed than that of the society in which she was the one imposing personage. She stands in history with Elizabeth of England, with Catherine do' Medici, with Maria Theresa, among the women who have been like great men. Of her place in the record of the creation of that vast empire which begins with Prussia and ends with China, we have not here to speak. The materials for knowing her and judging her are only in our own time becoming accessible. 1 As usual, the mythic elements that surrounded her like a white fog from the northern seas out of which she loomed like a portent, are rapidly disappearing, and are replaced 1 The Imperial Historical Society are publishing a Rccueil General of docu- ments, many of which shed an interesting light on Catherine's intercourse with the men of letters. In the Archives of the House of Woronzow (especially Vol. xii.), amid much of what for our purpose is chaff, are a few grains of what is interesting. M. Kambaud, the author of the learned work on the Greek Empire in the Tenth Century, gave interesting selections from these sources in two articles in the Revue dcs deux Mondes for February and April, 1877. Besides what is to be gathered from such well-known authorities as William Tooke, Se*gur, Dashkoff, there are many interesting pages in the memoirs of that attractive and interesting person, the Prince de Ligne. The passages from English and French dispatches I have taken from an anonymous but authentic work published at Berlin in 1858, La Cour de la Russia il y a cent atis : 1725 1783 : extraits des deptchcs des Ambassadcurs anglais et franqais. Catherine's own Memoirs, published in London in 1859 by Alexander Jlerzen, are perhaps too doubtful. no DIDEROT. by the outlines of ordinary humanity, with more than the ordinary human measure of firmness, resolution, and energetic grasp of the facts of her position in the world. We must go from the philosophers to the men of affairs for a true picture. These tell us that she offered an unprecedented mixture of courage and weakness, of knowledge and incompetence, of firm- ness and irresolution ; passing in turn from the most opposite extremes, she presented a thousand diverse surfaces, until at last the observer had to content him- self with putting her down as a consummate comedian. She had no ready apprehension. Too refined a pleasantry was thrown away upon her, and there was always a chance of her reversing its drift. N"o play- ful reference to the finances, or the military force, or even to the climate of her empire, was ever taken in good part. 1 The political part was the serious part of her nature. Catherine had the literary tastes, but not the literary skill, of Frederick. She is believed on good evidence to have written for the use of her grandsons not only an Abridgment of Russian History, but a volume of Moral Tales. 2 The composition of moral tales was entirely independent of morality. Just as Lewis xv. had a long series of Chateauroux, Pompadours, Dubarrys, so Catherine had her Orloffs and Potemkins, and a countless host of obscure and miscellaneous Wassiltchikows, Zavadowskys, Zoriczes, Korsaks. On the serious side, Lewis xiv. was her Mim. du Prince de Ligne, p. 101. ~ Segur, 219. SAINT PETERSBURG. in great pattern and idol. She resented criticism on that renowned memory as something personal to herself. To her business as sovereign- mon petit menage, as she called the control of her huge formless empire she devoted as much indefatigable industry as Lewis himself had done in his best days. Notwithstanding all her efforts to improve her country, she was not popular, and never won the affection of her subjects, but she probably cared less for the opinion and senti- ment of Eussia than for the applause of Europe. Tragedy displeases her, writes the French minister, and comedy wearies her ; she does not like music ; her table is without any sort of exquisiteness ; in u garden she cares only for roses ; her only taste is to build and to drill her court, for the taste that she has for reigning, and for making a great figure in the universe, is really not so much taste as a downright absorbing passion. Gunning, the English charge d'affaires, insists that the motive of all her patriotic labours was not bene- volence, but an insatiable and unbounded thirst for fame. ' If it were not so, we must charge her with an inconsistency amounting to madness, for under- taking so many immense works of public utility, such as the foundation of colleges and academies on a most extensive plan and at an enormous outlay, and then leaving them incomplete, not even finishing the build- ings for them.' They had served the purpose of making foreigners laud the glory of the Semiramis of the north, and that was enough. The arts and ii2 DIDEROT. sciences, said the French minister, have plenty of academies here, but the academies have few subjects and fewer pupils. How could there be pupils in a country where there is nobody who is not either a courtier, a soldier, or a slave ? The Princess Sophie of Anhalt, long before she dreamed of becoming the Czarina Catherine IT., had been brought up by a French governess, and the tastes that her governess had implanted, grew into a passion for French litera- ture which can only be compared to the same pas- sion in Frederick the Great. Catherine only con- tinued a movement that had already in the reign of her predecessor gone to a considerable length. The social reaction against German political predomi- nance had been accompanied by a leaning to France. French professors in art and literature had been tempted to Moscow, the nobles sent to Paris for their clothes and their furniture, and a French theatre was set up in St. Petersburg, where the nobles were forced to attend the performances under pain of a fine. Absentees and loiterers were hurried to their boxes by horse-patrols. Catherine was more serious and intelligent than this, in her pursuit of French culture. She had begun with the books in which most of the salt of old France was to be found, with Rabelais, Scarron, Montaigne ; she cherished Moliere and Corneille ; and of the writers of the eighteenth century, apart from Yoltaire, the author of Gil Bias was her favourite. Such a list tells its own tale of a mind turned to what SAINT PETERSBURG. 113 is masculine, racy, pungent, and thoroughly sapid. 'I am a Gauloise of the north,' she said, 1 1 only understand the old French ; I do not understand the new. I made up my mind to get something out of your gentry, the learned men in iste : I have tried them ; I made some of them come here ; I occasionally wrote to them ; they wearied me to death, and never understood me ; there was only my good protector Yoltaire. Do you know it was Voltaire who made me the fashion?' 1 This was a confidential revela- tion, made long after most of the philosophers were dead. "We might have penetrated the secret of her friendship for such a man as Diderot, even with less direct evidence than this. It was the vogue of the philosophers, and not their philosophy, that made Catherine their friend. They were the great interest of Europe at this time, just as Greek scholars had been its interest in one century, painters in another, great masters of religious controversy in a third. 'What makes the great merit of France,' said Yoltaire, 'what makes its unique superiority, is a small number of sublime or delightful men of genius, who cause French to be spoken at Vienna, at Stock- holm, and at Moscow. Your ministers, your in- tendants, your chief secretaries have no part in all this glory.' This vogue of the philosophers brought the whole literature of their country into universal repute. In the depths of the Crimea a khan of the 1 To the Prince de Ligne. ir 4 DIDEROT., Tartars took a delight in having Tartufe and the Bourgeois Gentilhomme read aloud to him. 1 As soon as Catherine came into power (1762), she at once applied herself to make friends in this powerful region. It was a matter of course that she should begin with the omnipotent monarch at Ferney. Graceful verses from Voltaire were as indispensable an ornament to a crowned head as a diadem, and Catherine answered with compliments that were per- haps more sincere than his verses. She wonders how she can repay him for a bundle of books that he had sent to her, and at last bethinks herself that nothing will please the lover of mankind so much as the introduction of inoculation into the great empire ; so she sends for Dr. Dimsdale from England, and submits to the unfamiliar rite in her own sacred person. Presents of furs are sent to the hermit of the Alps, and he is told how fortunate the imperial messenger counts himself in being dispatched to Ferney. "What nattered Voltaire more than furs, was Catherine's promptitude and exactness in keeping him informed of her military and political movements against Turkey. It made him a centre of European intelli- gence in more senses than one, and helped him in his lifelong battle to pose, in his letters at least, as the equal of his friend, the King of Prussia. For D'Alembert the Empress professed an admiration only less than she felt for Voltaire. She was eager that he should come to Eussia to superintend the instruc- 1 Kambaud, p. 573. SAINT PETERSBURG. 115 tion of the young Grand-Duke. But D'Alembert was too prudent to go to St. Petersburg, as he was too prudent to go to Berlin. Montesquieu had died five years before her accession, but his influence re- mained. She habitually called the Spirit of Laws the "breviary of kings, and when she drew up her Instruc- tion for a new code, she acknowledged how much she had pillaged from Montesquieu. ' I hope,' she said, ' that if from the other world he sees me at work, lie will forgive my plagiarism for the sake of the twenty millions of men who will benefit by it.' In truth the twenty millions of men got very little benefit Indeed by the code. Montesquieu's own method might have taught her that not even absolute power can force the civil system of free labour into a society resting on serfdom. But it is not surprising that Catherine was no wiser than more democratic re- formers who had drunk from the French springs. Or probably she had a lower estimate in her own heart of the value of her code for practical purposes, than It suited her to disclose to a Parisian philosopher. Catherine did not forget that, though the French at this time were pre-eminent in the literature of new ideas, yet there were meritorious and useful men in other countries. One of her correspondents was Zimmermann of Hanover, whose essay on Solitude the shelves of no second-hand bookseller's shop is ever without. She had tried hard to bribe Beccaria to leave Florence for St. Petersburg. She succeeded in persuading Euler to return to a capital whither he I 2 n6 DIDEROT. had been invited many years before by the first Catherine, and where he now remained. Both Catherine's position and her temperament made the society of her own sex of little use or interest to her. 1 1 don't know whether it is custom or inclination,' she wrote, ' but somehow I can never carry on conversation except with men. There are only two women in the world with whom I can talk for half-an-hour at once.' Yet among her most intimate correspondents was one woman well known in the Encyclopaedic circle. She kept up an active exchange of letters with Madame Geoffrin that interesting personage who, though belonging to the bourgeoisie, and possessing not a trace of literary genius, yet was respectfully courted not only by Catherine, ;but by Stanislas, Gustavus, and Joseph ii. 1 On the whole then we must regard Catherine's European correspondence as at least in some measure the result of political calculation. Its purposes, as has been said, were partly those to which in our own time some governments devote a Reptile-fund. There is a letter from the Duchesse de Choiseul to Madame du Deffand, her intimate friend, and the friend of so many of the literary circle, in which the secret of the relations between Catherine and the men of letters is very plainly told. * All that,' she writes, ' protection of arts and sciences, is mere luxury and a caprice of fashion in our age. All such pompous jargon is the product of vanity, not of principles or of reflection. 1 S'-e M. Mcmy's Introduction to her Correspondence with Stanislas. SAINT PETERSBURG. 117 .... The Empress of Russia has another object in protecting literature ; she has had sense enough to feel that she had need of the protection of the men of letters. She has nattered herself that their base praises would cover with an impenetrable veil in the eyes of her contemporaries and of posterity, the crimes with which she has astonished the universe and revolted humanity The men of letters, on the other hand, nattered, cajoled, caressed by her, are vain, of the protection that they are able to throw over her, and dupes of the coquetries that she lavishes on them. These people who say and believe that they are the instructors of the masters of the world, sink so low as actually to take a pride in the protection that this monster seems in her turn to accord to them, simply because she sits on a throne.' 1 In short the monarchs of the north understood and used the new forces of the men of letters, whom their own sovereign only recognised to oppress. The con- trast between the liberalism of the northern sovereigns, and the obscurantism of the court of France, was never lost from sight. Marmontel's Belisarius was condemned by the Sorbonne, and burnt at the foot of the great staircase of the Palace of Justice, but in Eussia a group of courtiers hastened to translate it, and the Empress herself undertook one chapter of the work. Diderot, who was not allowed to enter the French Academy, was an honoured guest at the Rus- sian palace. For all this Catherine was handsomely 1 Corrcsp. Complete de Mdme.du Dcffand. (Ed. 1877.) i. 115. June, 1767. n8 DIDEROT. repaid. When Diderot visited St. Petersburg, Voltaire congratulated the Empress on seeing that unique man ; but Diderot is not, he added, ' the only French- man who is an enthusiast for your glory. We are lay missionaries who preach the religion of Saint Catherine, and we can boast that our church is tole- rably universal.' l We have already seen Catherine's generosity in buying Diderot's books, and paying him for guarding them as her librarian. ' I should never have expected,' she says, 'that the purchase of a library would bring me so many fine compliments ; all the world is bepraising me about M. Diderot's library. But now confess, you to whom humanity is indebted for the strong support that you have given to innocence and virtue in the person of Galas, that it would have been cruel and unjust to separate a student from his books.' 2 i Ah, madanie,' replies the most graceful of all courtiers, 'let your imperial majesty forgive me; no, you are not the aurora borealis ; you are assuredly the most brilliant star of the north, and never was there one so beneficent as you. Andromeda, Perseus, Callisto, are not your equals. All these stars would have left Diderot to die of starvation. He was persecuted in his own country, and your benefactions came thither to seek him ! Lewis xiv. was less munificent than your majesty: he rewarded merit in foreign countries, but other people pointed it out to him, whereas you, madame, go in search of it and find it for yourself. 1 November 1, 1773. - November, 1766. SAINT PETERSBURG. 119 Your generous pains to establish freedom of con- science in Poland, are a piece of beneficence that the human race must ever celebrate.' l When the first partition of Poland took place seven years later, Catherine found that she had not culti- vated the friendship of the French philosophers to no purpose. The action of the dominant party in Poland enabled Catherine to take up a line which touched the French philosophers in their tendcrest part. The Polish oligarchy was Catholic, and im- posed crushing disabilities on the non- Catholic part of the population. 'At the slightest attempt in favour of the non- Catholics,' King Stanislas writes to Madame Geoffrin, of the Diet of 1764, 'there arose such a cry of fanaticism ! The difficulty as to the naturalisation of foreigners, the contempt for roturiers and the op- pression of them, and Catholic intolerance, are the three strongest national prejudices that I have to fight against in my countrymen ; they are at bottom good folk, but their education and ignorance render them excessively stubborn on these three heads.' 2 Poland in short reproduced in an aggravated and more barbaric form those evils of Catholic feudalism in which the philosophers saw the arch-curse of their own country. Catherine took the side of the Dis- sidents, and figured as the champion of religious tole- ration. Toleration was chief among the philosophic watchwords, and seeing that great device on her banners, the Encyclopaedic party asked no further 1 December 22, 1766. ~ Corresp. pp. 135, 144, &c. izo DIDEROT. questions. So with the significant exception of Rous- seau, they all abstained from the cant about the Par- tition, which has so often been heard from European liberals in later days. And so with reference to more questionable transactions of an earlier date, no one could guess from the writings of the philosophers that Catherine had ever been suspected of uniting with her husband in a plot to poison the Empress Elizabeth, and then uniting with her lover in a plot to strangle her husband. i I am quite aware,' said Yoltaire, ' that she is reproached with some bagatelles in the matter of her husband, but these are family affairs with which. I cannot possibly think of meddling.' One curious instance of Catherine's sensibility* to European opinion is connected with her relations to Diderot. Hulhiere, afterwards well known in litera- ture as a historian, began life as secretary to Breteuil, in the French embassy at St. Petersburg. An eye- witness of the tragedy which seated Catherine on the throne, he wrote an account of the events of the re- volution of 1762. This piquant narrative, composed by a young man who had read Tacitus and Sallust, was circulated in manuscript among the salons of Paris (1768). Diderot had warned Rulhiere that it was infinitely dangerous to speak about princes, that not everything that is true is fit to be told, that he could not be too careful of the feelings of a great sovereign who was the admiration and delight of her people. Catherine pretended that a mere secretary of an embassy could know very little about the real SAINT PETERSBURG. 121 springs and motives of the conspiracy. Diderot had described the manuscript as painting her in a com- manding and imperious attitude. ' There was nothing of that sort,' she said; 'it was only a question of perishing with a madman, or saving one's self with the multitude who insisted on coming to the rescue.' What she saw was that the manuscript must be bought, and she did her best first to buy the author, and then, when this failed, to have him locked up in the Bastille. She succeeded in neither. The French government were not sorry to have a scourge to their hands. All that Diderot could procure from Bulhiero was a promise that the work should not be published during the Empress's lifetime. It was actually given to the world in 1797. "When Diderot was at St. Petersburg, the Empress was importunate to know the contents of the manuscript, which he had seen, but of which she was unable to procure a copy. 'As far as you are concerned,' he said, i if you attach great im- portance, madame, to the decencies and virtues, the worn-out rags of your sex, this work is a satire against you; but if large views and masculine and patriotic designs concern you more, the author de- picts you as a great princess.' The Empress answered that this only increased her desire to read the book. Diderot himself truly enough described it as a his- toric romance, containing a mixed tissue of lies and truths that posterity would compare to a chapter of Tacitus. 1 Perhaps the only piece of it that posterity 1 Satire I. sur Us carac/eres, etc. (Euv., vi. 313. 122 DTDEROT. Trill really value is the page in which the writer de- scribes Catherine's personal appearance; her broad and open brow, her large and slightly double chin, her hair of resplendent chestnut, her eyes of a bril- liant brown into which the reflections of the light brought shades of blue. 'Pride,' he says, 'is the true characteristic of her physiognomy. The amiabi- lity and grace which are there too, only seem to pene- trating eyes to be the effect of an extreme desire to please, and these seductive expressions somehow let the design of seducing be rather too clearly seen.' The first Frenchman whom Catherine welcomed in person to her court was Falconet, of Avhose contro- versy with the philosopher we shall have a few words to say in a later chapter. This introduction to her was due to Diderot. She had entreated him to find for her a sculptor who would undertake a colossal statue of Peter the Great. Falconet was at the height of his reputation in his own country ; he seems to have been actuated by no other motive than the desire to seize the opportunity of erecting an im- mense monument of his art, though Diderot's eloquence was not wanting. Falconet had the proverbial tem- perament of artistic genius. Diderot called him the Jean Jacques of sculpture. He had none of the rapacity for money which has distinguished so many artists in their dealings with foreign princes, but he was irritable, turbulent, restless, intractable. He was a chivalrous defender of poorer brethren in art, SAINT PETERSBURG. 123 and lie was never a respecter of persons. His feuds with Betzki, the Empress's faithful factotum, were as acrid as the feuds between Yoltaire and Mauper- tuis. Betzki had his own ideas about the statue that was to do honour to the founder of the Empire, and he insisted that the famous equestrian figure of Marcus Aurelius should be the model. Falconet was a man of genius, and he insisted that what might be good for Marcus Aurelius would not be good for Peter the Great. The courtly battle does not con- cern us, though some of its episodes offer tempting illustrations of biting French malice. Falconet had his own way, and after the labour of many years, a colossus of bronze bestrode a charger rearing 011 a monstrous mass of unhewn granite. Catherine took the liveliest interest in her artist's work, frequently visiting his studio, and keeping up a busy corres- pondence. With him, as with the others, she in- sisted that he should stand on no ceremony, and should not spin out his lines with epithets on which she set not the smallest value. She may be said to have encouraged him to pester her with a host of his obscure countrymen in search of a liv- ing, and a little colony of Frenchmen whose names tell us nothing, hung about the Eussian capital. Diderot's account of this group of his country- men at St. Petersburg recalls the picture of a cor- responding group at Berlin. ' Most of the French who are there rend and hate one another, and "bring contempt both on themselves and their nation : i2 4 DIDEROT. 'tis the most unworthy set of rascals that you can. imagine.' l Diderot reached St. Petersburg towards the end of 1773, and he remained some five months, until the beginning of March, 1774. His impulsive nature was shocked by a chilly welcome from Falconet, but at the palace his reception was most cordial, as his arrival had been eagerly anticipated. The Empress always professed to detest ceremony and state. In a letter to Madame Gcofrrin she insists, as we have already seen her doing with Falconet, on being treated to no oriental prostrations, as if she were at the court of Persia. ' There is nothing in the world so ugly and detestable as greatness. When I go into a room, you would say that I am the head of Medusa : everybody turns to stone. I constantly scream like an eagle against such ways ; yet the more I scream, the less are they at their ease If you came into my room, I should say to you, Madame, be seated ; let us chatter at our ease. You would have a chair in front of me ; there would be a table between us. Et puts des batons rompus, tant et plus, c'est monfort? This is an exact description of her real behaviour to Diderot. On most days he was in her society from three in the afternoon until five or six. Eti- quette was banished. Diderot's simplicity and vehe- mence were as conspicuous and as unrestrained at Tsarskoe-selo as at Grandval or the Eue Taranne. 1 xx. 58. SAINT PETERSBURG. 125 If for a moment the torrent of his improvisation was checked by the thought that he was talking to a great lady, Catherine encouraged him to go on. 1 AllonsJ she cried, t entre homines tout est permis? The philosopher in the heat of exposition brought his hands down upon the imperial knees with such force and iteration, that Catherine complained that he made them black and blue. She was sometimes glad to seek shelter from such zealous enforcement of truth behind a strong table. Watchful diplomatists could not doubt that such interviews must have reference to politics. Cathcart, the English ambassador, writes to his government that M. Diderot is still with the Empress at Tsarskoe-selo, ' pursuing his political in- trigues.' And, amazing as it may seem, the French minister and the French ambassador both of them believed that they had found in this dreaming rhap- sodical genius a useful diplomatic instrument. ' The interviews between Catherine and Diderot follow one another incessantly, and go on from day to day. He told me, and I have reasons for believing that he is speaking the truth, that he has painted the danger of the alliance of Eussia with the King of Prussia, and the advantage of an alliance with us. The Empress, far from blaming this freedom, encouraged him by word and gesture. l You are not fond of that prince,' she said to Diderot. 'ISTo,' he replied, 'he is a great man, but a bad king, and a dealer in counterfeit coin.' l Oh,' said she laughing, ' I have had my share of his coin.' ' 126 DIDEROT. The first partition of Poland had been finally con- summated in the Polish Diet in the antumn of 1773, a few weeks before Diderot's arrival at St. Petersburg. Lewis xv., now drawing very near to his end, and D'Aiguillon, his minister, had some uneasiness at this opening of the great era of territorial revolution, and looked about in a shiftless way for an ally against Russia and Prussia. England sensibly refused to stir. Then France, as we see, was only anxious to detach Catherine from Frederick. All was shiftless and feeble, and the French government can have known little of the Empress, if they thought that Diderot was the man to affect her strong and positive mind. She told Se*gur in later years what success Diderot had with her as a politician. ' I talked much and frequently with him,' said Catherine, l but with more curiosity than profit. If I had believed him, everything would have been turned upside down in my kingdom ; legislation, ad- ministration, finances all to be turned topsy-turvy to make room for impracticable theories. Yet as I listened more than I talked, any witness who hap- pened to be present, would have taken him for a severe pedagogue, and me for his humble scholar. Probably he thought so himself, for after some time, seeing that none of these great innovations wero made which he had recommended, he showed surprise and a haughty kind of dissatisfaction. Then speaking openly, I said to him : Mr. Diderot, I have listened with the greatest pleasure to all that your brilliant SAINT PETERSBURG. 127 intelligence has inspired; and with all your great prin- ciples, which I understand very well, one would maize fine books hit very lad business. You forget in all your plans of reform the difference in our positions ; you only worJc on paper, which endures all things j it opposes no obstacle cither to your imagination or to your pen. But 7, poor Empress as I am, work on the hitman skin, which is irritable and tic/dish to a very different degree. I am persuaded that from this moment he pitied me as a narrow and vulgar spirit. For the future he only talked about literature, and politics vanished from our conversation.' * Catherine was mistaken, as we shall see, in sup- posing that Diderot ever thought her less than the greatest of men. Cathcart, the English ambassador, writes in a sour strain : ' All his letters are filled with panegyrics of the Empress, whom he depicts as above humanity. His flatteries of the Grand Duke have been no less gross, but be it said to the young prince's honour, he has shown as much contempt for such flatteries as for the mischievous principles of this pretended philosopher.' Frederick tells D'Alembert that though the Em- press overwhelms Diderot with favours, people at St. Petersburg find him tiresome and disputatious, and 1 talking the same rigmarole over and over again.' In her letters to Yoltaire, Catherine lets nothing of this be seen. She finds Diderot' s imagination inex- haustible, and ranks him among the most extra- 1 Sgur, iii. 34. 128 DIDEROT. ordinary men that have ever lived ; she delights in his conversation, and his visits have given her the most uncommon pleasure. All this was probably true enough. Catherine probably rated the philosopher at his true worth as fa great talker and a singular and original genius, but this did not prevent her, any more than it need prevent us, from seeing the limits and measure. She was not one of the weaker heads who can never be content without either whole- sale enthusiasm or wholesale disparagement. Diderot had a companion who pleased her better than Diderot himself. Grimm came to St. Petersburg at this time to pay his first visit, and had a great success. l The Empress,' wrote Madame Geoffrin to King Stanislas, ' lavished all her graces on Grimm. And he has everything that is needed to make him worthy of them. Diderot has neither the fineness of perception, nor the delicate tact that Grimm has, and so he has not had the success of Grimm. Diderot is always in himself, and sees nothing in other people that has not some reference to himself. He is a man of a great deal of understanding, but his nature and turn of mind make him good for nothing, and, more than that, would make him a very dangerous person in any employment. Grimm is quite the contrary.' 1 In truth, as we have said before, Grimm was one of the shrewdest heads in the Encyclopedic party ; he had much knowledge, a judgment both solid and acute, and a certain easy fashion of social commerce, 1 Mouy's Corrcsp. du roi Stanislas, p. 501. SAINT PETERSBURG. 129 free from raptures and full of good sense. Yet he was as devoted and ecstatic in his feelings about the Empress, as his more impetuous friend. ' Here,' he says, 'was no conversation of leaps and bounds, in which idleness traverses a whole gallery of ideas that have no connection with one another, and weari- ness draws you away from one object to skim a dozen others. They were talks in which all was bound together, often by imperceptible threads, but all the more naturally, as not a word of what was to be said had been led up to or prepared beforehand.' Grimm cannot find words to describe her verve, her stream of brilliant sallies, her dashing traits, her eagle's coup d'oeil. No wonder that he used to quit her presence so electrified, as to pass half the night in marching up and down his room, beset and pursued by all the fine and marvellous things that had been said. How much of all this is true, and how much of it is the voice of the bewildered courtier, it might be hard to decide. But the rays of the imperial sun did not so far blind his prudence, as to make him accept a pressing invitation to remain permanently in Cathe- rine's service. "When Diderot quitted St. Petersburg, Grimm went to Italy. After an interlude there, he returned to Eussia and was at once restored to high favour. When the time came for him to leave her, the Empress gave him a yearly pension of two thou- sand roubles, or about ten thousand livres, and with a minute considerateness that is said not to be common among the great, she presently ordered that it should 130 DIDEROT. be paid in such a form, that he should not lose on the exchange between France and Eussia. Whether she had a special object in keeping Grimm in good humour, we hardly know. What is certain is that from 1776 until the fall of the French monarchy she kept up a voluminous correspondence with him, and that he acted as an unofficial intermediary between her and the ministers at Versailles. Every day she wrote down what she wished to say to Grimm, and at the end of every three months these daily sheets were made into a bulky packet and dispatched to Paris by a special courier, who returned with a similar packet from Grimm. This intercourse went on until the very height of the Eevolution, when Grimm at last in February, 1792, fled from Paris. The Empress's helpful friendship continued to the end of her life (1796). 1 Diderot arrived at the Hague on his return from Eussia in the first week of April (1774), after making a rapid journey of seven hundred leagues in three weeks and a day. D'Alembert had been anxious that Frederick of Prussia should invite Diderot to visit him at Berlin. Frederick had told him that, intrepid reader as he was, he could not endure to read Diderot's books. ' There reigns in them a tone of self-suffi- ciency and an arrogance which revolt the instinct of my freedom. It was not in such a style that Plato, 1 Memoire Historique, printed in vol. i. of the new edition (1877) of the Correspondence of Grimm and Diderot, by M. Maurice Tourneux. THE HAGUE. 131 Aristotle, Cicero, Locke, Gassendi, Bayle, and Newton wrote.' D'Alembert replied that the king would judge more favourably of the philosopher's person than of his works; that he would find in Diderot, along with much fecundity, imagination, and know- ledge, a gentle heat and a great deal of amenity. 1 Frederick, however, did not send the invitation, and Diderot willingly enough went homeward by the northern route by which he had come. He passed Konigsberg, where, if he had known it, Kant was then meditating the Critic of Pure Eeason. It is hardly probable that Diderot met the famous worthy who was destined to deal so heavy a blow to the Encyclopedic way of thinking, and to leave a name not less illustrious than Frederick or Catherine. A court official was sent in charge of the philosopher. The troubles of posting by the sea-road between Konigsberg and Memel had moved him to the com- position of some very bad verses on his first journey ; and the horror of crossing the Dwina inspired others that were no better on his return. The weather was hard ; four carriages were broken in the journey. He expected to be drowned as the ice creaked under his horses' feet at Riga, and he thought that he had broken an arm and a shoulder as he crossed the ferry at Mittau. But all ended well, and he found himself once more under the roof of the Prince Galitzin at the Hague. Hence he wrote to his wife and his other friends in Paris, that it must be a great consolation to 1 D'Alembert au Roi de Prusse. Feb. 14, 1774. K 2 132 DIDEROT. them to know that he was only separated from them by a journey of four days. That journey was not taken, however, for nearly four months. Diderot had pro- mised the Empress that he would publish a set of the regulations for the various institutions which she had founded for the improvement of her realm. This could only be done, or could best be done, in Holland. His life there was spent as usual in the slavery of proof- sheets, tempered by daily bursts of conversation, rhap- sody, discussion, and dreamy contemplation. He made the acquaintance of a certain Bjornstahl, a pro- fessor of oriental languages at the university of Lund in Sweden, and a few pages in this obscure writer's obscure book contain the only glimpse that we have of the philosopher on his travels. 1 Diderot was as ecstatic in conversation, as we know him to have been in his correspondence, in praise of the august friend whom he had left. The least of his compliments was that she united the charms of Cleopatra to the soul of Ceesar, or sometimes it was, to the soul of Brutus. 4 At the Hague,' says Bjornstahl, 'we go about every day with M. Diderot. He has views extending over an incredibly wide field, possesses a vivacity that I cannot describe, is pleasant and friendly in inter- course, and has new and unusual observations to make on every subject. . . . Who could fail to prize him ? He is so bright, so full of instruction, has so many new thoughts and suggestions, that nobody can help 1 Biiffe aus seinen auslandischen lleisen. (Leipzig, 1780 a German trans- lation from the Swedish.) iii. 217233. THE HAGUE. 133 admiring him. But willingly as he talks when one goes to him, he shows to little advantage in large companies, and that is why he did not please every- body at Saint Petersburg. You will easily see the reason why this incomparable man in such companies, where people talk of fashion, of clothes, of frippery, and all other sorts of triviality, neither gives plea- sure to others nor finds pleasure himself.' And the friendly Swede rises to the height of generalisation in the quaint maxim, "Where an empty head shines, there a thoroughly cultivated man comes too short. Bjornstahl quotes a saying of Yoltaire, that Diderot would have been a poet if he had not wished to be a philosopher a remark that was rather due per- haps to Voltaire's habitual complaisance, than to any serious consideration of Diderot's qualities. But if he could not be a poet himself, at least he knew Pindar and Homer by heart, and at the Hague he never stirred out without a Horace in his pocket. And though no poet, he was full of poetic sentiment. Scheveningen, the little bathing-place a few miles from the Hague, was Diderot's favourite spot. 'It was there,' he writes, ' that I used to see the horizon dark, the sea covered with white haze, the waves rolling and tumbling, and far out the poor fishermen in their great clumsy boats ; on the shore a multitude of women frozen with cold or apprehension, trying to warm themselves in the sun. When the work was at an end and the boats had landed, the beach was covered with fish of every kind. These good people 134 DIDEROT. have the simplicity, the openness, the filial and fraternal piety of old time. As the men come down from their boats, their wives throw themselves into their arms ; they embrace their fathers and their little ones ; each loads himself with fish ; the son tosses his father a codfish or a salmon, which the old man carries off in triumph to his cottage, thanking heaven that it has given him so industrious and worthy a son. When he has gone indoors, the sight of the fish rejoices the old man's mate ; it is quickly cut in pieces, the less lucky neighbours invited, it is speedily eaten, and the room resounds with thanks to God, and cheerful songs.' x These scenes, with their sea-background, their ani- mation, their broad strokes of the simple, tender, and real in life, may well have been after Diderot's own heart. He often told me, says Bjornstahl, that he never found the hours pass slowly in the company of a peasant or a cobbler or any handicraftsman, but that he had many a time found them pass slowly enough in the society of a courtier. ' For of the one,' he said, ' one can always ask about useful and necessary things, but the other is mostly, so far as anything use- ful is concerned, empty and void.' The characteristics of the European capitals a century ago were believed to be hit off in the saying, that each of them would furnish the proper cure for a given defect of character. The over-elegant were to go to London, savages to Paris, bigots to Berlin, rebels to St. Petersburg, people who were too sincere 1 xvii. 449. THE HAGUE. 135 to Borne, the over-learned to Brussels, and people who were too lively to the Hague. Yet the dulness thus charged against the Hague was not universally admitted. Impartial travellers assigned to the talk of cultivated circles there a rank not "below that of similar circles in France and England. Some went even further, and declared Holland to have a dis- tinct advantage, because people were never embar- rassed either by the levity and sparkling wit of France on the one hand, nor by the depressing re- serve and taciturnity of England on the other. 1 Yet Holland was fully within the sphere of the great intellectual commonwealth of the west, and was as directly accessible to the literary influences of the time as it had ever been. If Diderot had inquired into the vernacular productions of the country, he would have found that here also the wave of reaction against French conventions, the tide of English sim- plicity and domestic sentimentalism, had passed into literature. The Spectator and Clarissa Harlowe in- spired the writers of Holland, as they had inspired Diderot himself. 2 In erudition, it was still what, even after the death of Scaliger, it had remained through the seventeenth century, the most learned state of Europe ; and the elder Hemsterhuys, with such pupils as Euhnken and Valckenaer, kept up as well as he could the scholarly tradition of Gronovius and Grsevius. But the 1 George Forster's Ansichten vom Niederrhein, &c., ii. 396 (1790). 2 Jonckbloet's Gesch. d. Niederlaiid. Lit. (German trans.), ii. 502, &c. 136 DIDEROT. eighteenth century was not the century of erudition. Scholarship had given way to speculation. Among the interesting persons whom Diderot saw at the Hague, the most interesting is the amiable and learned son of the elder Hemsterhuys, himself by the way not Dutch, but the son of a Frenchman. Hemsterhuys had been greatly interested in what he had heard of Diderot's character, 1 though we have no record of the impression that was made by personal acquaintance. If Diderot was playfully styled the French Socrates, the younger Hemsterhuys won from his friends the name of the Dutch Plato. The Hol- landers pointed to this meditative figure, to his great attainments in the knowledge of ancient literature and art, to his mellowed philosophizing, to his gracious and well-bred style, as a proof that their country was capable of developing both the strength and the sensi- bility of human nature to their highest point. 2 And he has a place in the history of modern speculation. As we think of him and Diderot discussing, we feel ourselves to be placed at a point that seems to command the diverging streams and eddying currents of the time. In this] pair, two great tides of thought meet for a moment, and then flow "on in their deep ap- pointed courses. For Hemsterhuys, born a Platonist to the core, became a leader of the reaction against the French philosophy of illumination of sensation, of experience, of the verifiable. He contributed a 1 CEuv. Phil, de Fr. Hemsterhitys, ed. Meyboom, iii. 141. 2 Forster, ii. 398. Galiani, Corresp. ii 189. THE HAGUE. 137 marked current to the mysticism and pietism which crept over Germany before the French revolution, and to that religious philosophy which became a point of patriotic honour both in Germany and at the Russian Court, after the revolutionary war had seemed to identify the rival philosophy of the Encyclopaedists with the victorious fury of the national enemy. Jacobi, a chief of the mystic tribe, had begun the attack on the French with weapons avowedly bor- rowed from the sentimentalism of Eousseau, but by and by he found in Hemsterhuys more genuinely intellectual arguments for his vindication of feeling and the heart against the Encyclopaedist claim for the supremacy of the understanding. Diderot's hostess at the Hague is a conspicuous figure in the history of this movement. Prince Galitzin had married the daughter of Frederick's fieldmarshal, Schmettau. Goethe, who saw her (1797) many years after Diderot was dead, describes her as one of those whom one cannot understand with- out seeing; as a person not rightly judged unless considered not only in connection, but in conflict, with her time. If she was remarkable to Goethe when fifty years had set their mark upon her, she was even more so to the impetuous Diderot in all the flush and intellectual excitement of her youth. It was to the brilliance and versatility of the Princess Galitzin that her husband's house owed its considera- tion and its charm. ' She is very lively,' said Diderot, 1 very gay, very intelligent ; more than young 138 DIDEROT. enough, instructed and full of talents ; she has read ; she knows several languages, as Germans usually do ; she plays on the clavecin, and sings like an angel ; she is full of expressions that are at once ingenuous and piquant ; she is exceedingly kindhearted.' l But he could not persuade her to take his philosophy on trust. Diderot is said, by the Princess's biographer, to have been a fervid proselytizer, eager to make people believe ' his poems about eternally revolving atoms, through whose accidental encounter the present ordering of the world was developed.' The Princess met his brilliant eloquence with a demand for proof. Her ever-repeated Why ? and How ? are said to have shown ' the hero of Atheism his complete emptiness and weakness.' 2 In the long run Diderot was completely routed, in favour of the rival philosophy. Hemsterhuys became bound to the Princess by the closest friendship, and his letters to her are as striking an illustration as any in litera- ture of the peculiar devotion and admiration which a clever and sympathetic woman may arouse in philo- sophic minds of a certain calibre, in a Condillac, a Joubert, a D' Alembert, a Mill. Though Hemsterhuys himself never advanced from a philosophy of religion to the active region of dogmatic professions, his disciple could not find contentment on his austere heights. In the very year of Diderot's death (1784) the Princess Galitzin became a catholic, and her son 1 xix. 342. 2 Dr. Katerkamp's D&ikwurdiglceiten aus dem Leben der Furstinn Amalie von Gallitzin, p. 45. SAINT PETERSBURG AND THE HAGUE. 139 became not only a catholic, but a zealous missionary of the faith in America. This, however, was not yet. The patriotic Bjorn- stahl was very anxious that Diderot should go to Stockholm, to see for himself that the Holstein blood was as noble in Sweden as it was in Eussia. Diderot replied that he would greatly have liked to see on the throne the sovereign (Gustavus in.) who was so nearly coming to pay him a visit on his own fourth story in Paris. But he confessed that he was growing homesick, and Stockholm must remain unvisited. In September (1774) Diderot set his face home- wards. ' I shall gain my fireside,' he wrote on the eve of his journey, ' never to quit it again for the rest of my life. The time that we count by the year has gone, and the time that we must count by the day comes in its stead. The less one's income, the more important to use it well. I have perhaps half a score of years at the bottom of my wallet. In these ten years, fluxions, rheumatisms, and the other members of that troublesome family will take two or three of them ; let us try to econo- mise the seven that are left, for the repose and the small happinesses that a man may promise himself on the wrong side of sixty.' The guess was a good one. Diderot lived ten years more, and although his own work in the world was done, they were years of great moment both to France and the world. They wit- nessed the establishment of a republic in the Ameri- can colonies, and they witnessed the final stage in 140 DIDEROT. the decay of the old monarchy in France. Turgot had been made controller-general in the months before Diderot's return, and Turgot's ministry was the last serious experiment in the direction of orderly reform. The crash that followed, resounded almost as loudly at St. Petersburg and in Holland as in France itself, and Catherine, in 1792, ordered all the busts of Voltaire that had adorned the saloons and corridors of her palace to be thrust down into the cellars. CHAPTER XIII. HELV&TIUS. BEFOBE proceeding to the closing chapter of Diderot's life, I propose to give a short ac- count of three remarkable books, of all of which he was commonly regarded as the inspirer, which were all certainly the direct and natural work of the Ency- clopaedic school, and which all play a striking part in the intellectual commotions of the century. The great attack on the Encyclopaedia was made, as we have already seen, in 1758, after the publication of the seventh volume. 1 The same prosecution levelled an angrier blow at Helvetius's famous treatise, I? Esprit. It is not too much to say, that of all the proscribed books of the century, that excited the keenest resentment. This arose partly because it came earliest in the literature of attack. It was an audacious surprise. The censor who had allowed it to pass the ordeal of official approval was cashiered, and the author was dismissed from an honorary post in the Queen's household. 2 The indictment described the book as * the code of the most hateful and in- 1 See above, vol. i. p. 154. 2 Barbier, vii. 137. 142 HELVETIUS. famous passions,' as a collection into one cover of everything that impiety could imagine, calculated to engender hatred against Christianity and Catholicism. The court condemned the book to be burnt, and, as if to show that the motive was not mere discontent with Helvetius's paradoxes, the same fire consumed Voltaire's fine poem on Natural. Religion. Less pre- judiced authorities thought nearly as ill of the book, as the lawyers of the parliament and the doctors of the Sorbonne had thought. Rousseau pronounced it detestable, wrote notes in refutation of its principles, and was inspired by hatred of its doctrine to compose some of the most fervid pages in the Savoyard Vicar's glowing Profession of Faith. 1 Even Diderot, though his friendly feeling for the writer and his general leaning to speculative hardihood warped his judgment so far as to make him rank IS Esprit along with Montesquieu's Spirit of Laws, and Buffon's Natural History, among the great books of the century, still perceived and showed that the whole fabric rested on a foundation of paradox, and that, though there might be many truths of detail in the book, very many of its general principles are false. 2 Turgot described it as a book of philosophy without logic, literature without taste, and morality without goodness. 3 In the same weighty piece of criticism, which con- tains in two or three pages so much permanently valuable truth, Turgot proceeds : ' When people 1 ffiiir., xii. 301. 2 (Euv., ii. 267-274. 3 ii. 795. HEL VETIUS. 145 wish to attack intolerance and injustice, it is essential in the first place to rest upon just ideas, for inquisi- tors have an interest in being intolerant, and viziers and sub -viziers have an interest in maintaining all the abuses of the government. As they are the strongest, you only give them a good excuse by sounding the tocsin against them right and left. I hate despotism as much as most people ; but it is not by declamations that despotism ought to be attacked. And even in despotism there are degrees ; there is a multitude of abuses in despotism, in which the princes themselves have no interest ; there are others which they only allow themselves to practise, because public opinion is not yet fixed as to their injustice, and their mischievous consequences. People deserve far better from a nation for attacking these abuses with clearness, with courage, and above all by interesting the sentiment of humanity, than for any amount of eloquent reproach. Where there is no insult, there is seldom any offence. . . There is no form of govern- ment without certain drawbacks, which the govern- ments themselves would fain have it in their power to remedy, or without abuses which they nearly all intend t to repress at least at some future day. "We may therefore serve them all by treating questions of the public good in a calm and solid style ; not coldly, still less with extravagance, but with that interesting warmth which springs from a profound feeling for justice and love of order.' 1 1 ii. 795-8. 144 HELVET1US. Of course it is a question whether even in 1758, a generation before the convulsion, it was possible for the French monarchy spontaneously to work out the long list of indispensable improvements ; still, at that date, Turgot might be excused for thinking that the progress which he desired might be attained without the violence to which Helve*tius's diatribes so un- mistakably pointed. His words, in any case, are worth quoting for their own grave and universal sense, and because they place us exactly at the point of view for regarding 1} Esprit rightly. He seizes on its political aspect, its assault on government, and the social ordering of the time, as containing the book's real drift. In this, as in the rest of the destructive litera- ture of the first sixty years of the century, the church was no doubt that part of the social foundations against which the assault was most direct and most vindictive, and it was the church, in the case of Helve'tius's book, that first took alarm. Indeed, we may say that, from the very nature of things, in whatever direction the revolutionary host moved, they were sure to find themselves confronted by the church. It lay across the track of light at every point. Vol- taire pierced its dogma. Rousseau shamed its irre- ligious temper. Diderot brought into relief the vicious absoluteness of its philosophy. Then came Helvetius and Holbach, not merely with criticism, but with substitutes. Holbach brought a new dogma of the universe, matter and motion, and fortuitous shapes. Helvetius brought a theory of human character, and HELVETIUS. 145 a new analysis of morals, interest the basis of justice, pleasure the true interpretation of interest, and character the creature of education and laws. To press such positions as these, was to recast the whole body of opinions on which society rested. As the church was the organ of the old opinions, Hel- ve' tins' s book was instantly seized by the ecclesiastical authorities in accordance with a perfectly right in- stinct, and was made the occasion for the first violent raid upon a wholesale scale. When, however, we look beyond the smoke of the ecclesiastical battle, and Aveigh I? Esprit itself on its own merits, we see quite plainly that Helvetius was thinking less of the theological disputes of the day, than of bringing the philosophy of sensation, the philosophy of Locke and Condillac, into the political field, and of deriving from it new standards and new forces for social reconstruc- tion. And in spite of its shallowness and paradoxes, his book did contain the one principle on which, if it had been generally accepted, the inevitable transi- tion might have taken place without a Eeign of Terror. It was commonly said, by his enemies and by his alarmed friends, that vanity and a restless over-ween- ing desire for notoriety was the inspiring motive of Helvetius. He came from a German stock. His great-grandfather settled in Holland, where he cured his patients by cunning elixirs, by the powder of ground stag's horn, and the subtle virtues of croco- dile's teeth. His grandfather went to push his for^ VOL. II. L 146 HEL VET1US. tunes in Paris, where lie persuaded the public to accept the healing properties of ipecacuanha, and Lewis xiv. (1689) gave him a short patent for that drug. 1 The medical tradition of the family was maintained in a third generation, for Helvetius' s father was one of the physicians of the Queen, and on one occasion performed the doubtful service to humanity of saving the life of Lewis xv. Helvetius, who was born in 1715, turned aside from the calling of his ancestors, and by means of the favour which his father enjoyed at court, obtained a position as farmer-general. This at once made him a wealthy man, but wealth was not enough to satisfy him with- out fame. He made attempts in various directions, in each case following the current of popularity for the horn*. Maupertuis was the hero of a day, and Hel- ve"tius accordingly applied himself to become a geo- meter. Yoltaire's brilliant success brought poetry into fashion, and so Helve'tius wrote half-a-dozen long cantos on Happiness. Montesquieu caught and held the ear of the town by the Spirit of Laws (1748), and Helvetius was acute enough to perceive that speculation upon society would be the great durable interest of his time. 2 He at once set to work, and this 1 See Jal's Diet. Crit., p. 676. There is a comparison in L Esprit, which we may assume to have been due to family reminiscence : ' Like those Physicians who, in their jealousy of the discovery of the emetic, abused the credulity of a few prelates, to excommunicate a remedy of which the service is so prompt and so salutary,' etcetera. ii. 23. Hume, however, tells a story to the effect that Helvetius tried to dissuade Montesquieu from publishing his great book, as being altogether unworthy of his previous reputation. HELVETIUS. 147 time he set to work without hurry. In 1751 he threw up his place as farmer-general, and with it an income between two or three thousand pounds a year, 1 and he then devoted himself for the next seven years to the concoction of a work that was designed to bring him immortal glory. l Helvetius sweated a long time to write a single chapter,' if we may believe one of his intimates. He would compose and recompose a passage a score of times. More facile writers watched him with amazement in his country-house, ruminating for whole mornings on a single page, and pacing his room for hours to kindle his ideas, or to strike out some curious form of expression. 2 The circle of his friends in Paris amused themselves in watching his attempts to force the conversation into the channel of the ques- tion that happened to occupy him for the moment. They gave him the satisfaction of discussion, and then they drew him to express his own views. ' Then,' says Marmontel, ' he threw himself into the subject with warmth, as simple, as natural, as sincere as he is systematic and sophistic in his works. Nothing is less like the ingenuousness of his character and ordinary life, than the artificial and premeditated simplicity of his works. Helve'tius was the very opposite in his character of what he professes to believe; he was liberal, generous, unostentatious, and benevolent.' 3 As it happens, there is a very different picture in one of Diderot's writings. While Diderot was on a 1 Barbier, v. 57. 2 Morellet, i 71 3 Marmontel, ii. 116. L 2 148 HELVETIUS. journey he fell in with a lady who knew Helve'tius's country. ' She told us that the philosopher at his country seat was the unhappiest of men. He is sur- rounded by peasants and by neighbours who hate him. They break the windows of his mansion ; they ravage his property at night ; they cut his trees, and break down his fences. He dares not sally out to shoot a rabbit without an escort. You will ask me why all this ? It comes of an unbridled jealousy about his game. His predecessors kept the estate in order with a couple of men and a couple of guns. Helvetius has f our-and-twenty, and yet he cannot guard his property. The men have a small premium for every poacher that they catch, and they resort to every possible vexation in order to multiply their sorry profit, They are, for that matter, no better than so many poachers who draw wages. The border of his wcods was peopled with the unfortunate wretches who had been driven from their homes into pitiful hovels. It is these repeated acts of tyranny that have raised up against him enemies of every kind, and all the more insolent, as Madame IS", said, for having found out that the good philosopher is a trifle pusillanimous. I cannot see what he has gained by such a way of managing his property ; he is alone on it, he is hated, he is in a constant state of fright. Ah, how much wiser our good Madame Geofirin, when she said of a trial that tormented her, " Finish my case. They want my money ? I have some ; give them money. And what can I do better with money than buy tran- HELVETIUS. 149 quillity with it ? " In Helve* tius's'place, I should have said, ' ' They kill a few hares, or a few rabbits ; let them kill. The poor creatures have no shelter save my woods ; let them remain there." ' J On the other hand, there are well attested stories of Helvetius's munificence. There is one remark- able testimony to his wide renown for good-nature. After the younger Pretender had been driven out of France, he had special reasons on some occasion for visiting Paris. He wrote to Helvetius that he had heard of him as a man of the greatest probity and honour in France, and that to Helvetius, therefore, he would trust himself. Helve'tius did not refuse the dangerous compliment, and he concealed the prince for two years in his house. 2 He was as benevolent, where his vanity was less pleasantly flattered. More than one man of letters, including Marivaux, was indebted to him for a yearly pension, and his house was as open to the philosophic tribe as Hoi- bach's. Morellet has told us that the conversa- tion was not so good and so consecutive as it was at the Baron's. ' The mistress of the house, drawing to her side the people who pleased her best, and not choosing the worst of the company, rather broke the party up. She was no fonder of philosophy than Madame Holbach was fond of it ; but the latter, by remaining in a corner without saying a word, or else chatting in a low voice with her friends, was in 1 Voyage & Bourbonne. CEuv., xvii. 344. 2 Burton's Hume, ii. 464. * 150 HELVETIUS. nobody's way ; whereas Madame Helve'tius, with her beauty, her originality, and her piquant turn of nature, threw out anything like philosophic discussion. Hel- ve'tius had not the art of sustaining or animating it. He used to take one of us to a window, open some question that he had in hand, and try to draw out either some argument for his own view or some objec- tion to it, for he was always composing his book in society. Or more frequently still, he would go out shortly after dinner to the opera or elsewhere, leaving his wife to do the honours of the house.' l In spite of all this, Helvetius's social popularity became consider- able. This, however, followed his attainment of celebrity, for when I? Esprit was published, Diderot scarcely met him twice in a year, and D'Alembert's acquaintance with him was of the slightest. And there must, we should suppose, have been some diffi- culty in cordially admitting even a penitent member of the abhorred class of farmers-general, among the esoteric group of the philosophic opposition. There was much point in Turgot's contemptuous question, why he should be thankful to a declaimer like Hel- vetius, who showers vehement insults and biting sarcasms on governments in general, and then makes it his business to send to Frederick the Great a whole colony of fiscal clerks. It was the stringent proceed- ings against his book that brought to Helvetius both 1 Morellet, i. 141. A peculiarly graphic account of Madame Helvetius in her later 3'ears is to be found in Mrs. Adains's Letters, quoted in Parton's Life of Franklin, ii. 429. HELVETIUS. 151 vogue with the public, and sympathy from the Ency- clopaedic circle. To us it is interesting to know that Helvetius had a great admiration for England. Holbach, as we have already seen (vol. i. 264), did not share this, and he explained his friend's enthusiasm by the assumption that what Helvetius really saw in our free land was the persecution that his book had drawn upon him in France. 1 Horace Walpole, in one of his letters, announced to Sir Horace Mann that Helvetius was coming to England, bringing two Miss Helve tiuses with fifty thousand pounds a-piece, to bestow on two immaculate members of our most august and incorruptible senate, if he could find two in this virtuous age who would condescend to accept his money. ' Well,' he adds, in a spirit of sensible pro- test against these unprofitable international com- parisons, ' we may be dupes to French follies, but they are ten times greater fools to be the dupes of our virtues.' 2 Gibbon met Helvdtius (1763), and found him a sensible man, an agreeable companion, and the worthiest creature in the world, besides the merits of having a pretty wife and a hundred thousand livres a year. "Warburton was invited to dine with him at Lord Mansfield's, but he could not bring himself to countenance a professed patron of atheism, a rascal, and a scoundrel. 3 Let us turn to the book which had the honour of 1 xix. 187. ' Corresp., iv. 119. 3 Walpole's Corresp , iv. 217. J52 HELVETIUS. bringing all this censure upon its author. "Whether vanity was or was not Helvetius's motive, the vanity of an author has never accounted for the interest of his public, and we may be sure that neither those who approved, nor those who abhorred, would have been so deeply and so universally stirred, unless they had felt that he touched great questions at the very quick. And, first, let a word be said as to the form of his book. Grimm was certainly right in saying that a man must be without taste or sense to find either the morality or the colouring of Diderot in E Esprit. It is tolerably clear that Helvetius had the example of Fontenelle before his eyes Fontenelle, who had taught astro- nomical systems in the forms of elegant literature, and of whom it was said that il nous enj'ole ft, la, verite, he coaxes us to the truth. I? Esprit is perhaps the most readable book upon morals that ever was written, for persons who do not care that what they read shall be scientifically true. Hume, who, by the way, had been invited by Helve'tius to translate the book into English, wrote to Adam Smith that it was worth reading, not for its philosophy, which he did not highly value, but for its agreeable composition. 1 Hel- ve'tius intended that it should be this, and accordingly he stuffed it with stories and anecdotes. Many of them are very poor, many are inapposite, some are not very decent, others are spoiled in telling, but still stories and anecdotes they remain, and they carry a light-minded reader more or less easily from page to 1 Burton, iL 57. HELVETIUS. 153 page and chapter to chapter. But an ingenuous student of ethics who should take Helvetius seriously, could hardly be reconciled by lively anecdotes to what, in his particular formula, seems a most depressing doctrine. Madame Eoland read the celebrated book in her romantic girlhood, and her impression may be taken for that of most generous natures. l Helvetius made me wretched : he annihilated the most ravishing illusions ; he showed me everywhere repulsive self-interest. Yet what sagacity ! ' she continues. ' I persuaded myself that Helvetius painted men such as they had become in the corruption of society : I judged that it was good to feed one's self on such an author, in order to be able to frequent what is called the world, without being its dupe. But I took good care not to adopt his prin- ciples, merely in order to know man properly so-called. I felt myself capable of a generosity which he never recognises. With what delight I confronted his theories with the great traits in history, and the virtues of the heroes that history has immortalised.' We have ventured to say that U Esprit contained the one principle capable of supplying such a system of thinking about society, as would have taught the French of that time in what direction to look for reforms. There is probably no instance in literature of a writer coming so close to a decisive body of salutary truth, and then losing himself in the by- ways of the most repulsive paradox that a perverse ingenuity could devise. We are able to measure how 1 CEuvres de Mdme. Roland, i. 108. . J54 HELVETIUS. grievous was this miscarriage, by reflecting that the same instrument which Helve'trus actually held in his hand, but did not know how to use, was taken from him by a man of genius in another country, and made to pro- duce reforms that saved England from a convulsion. Nobody pretends that Helve'trus discovered Utilitarian- ism. Hume's name, for instance, occurs too often in his pages, for even the author himself to have dreamed that his principle of utility was a new invention of his own. It would, as Mill has said, imply ignorance of the history of philosophy and of general literature, not to be aware that in all ages of philosophy one of its schools has been utilitarian, not only from the time of Epicurus, but long before. But what is certain, and what would of itself be enough to entitle Helve'trus to consideration, is that from Helve'trus the idea of general utility as the foundation of morality was derived by that strong and powerful English thinker, who made utilitarianism the great reforming force of legislation and the foundation of jurisprudence. Ben- tham himself distinctly avowed the source of his inspiration. 1 A fatal discredit fastened upon a book which yet had in it so much of the root of the matter, from the unfor- tunate circumstance that Helve'trus tacked the principle of utility on to the very crudest farrago to be found 1 ' To that book [V Esprit], Mr. Bentham has often been heard to say, he stood indebted for no small portion of the zeal and ardour with which he advocated his happiness-producing theory. It was from thence he took encouragement, . . . it was there he learned to persevere, ' etc. etc. Deontology, . 296. HELVETIUS. 155 in the literature of psychology. What happened, then, was that Rousseau swept into the field with a hollow version of a philosophy of reform, so eloquently, loftily, and powerfully enforced, as to carry all before it. The democracy of sentimentalism took the place that ought to have been filled in the literature of revolutionary preparation by the democracy of utility. Bousseau's fiction of the Sovereignty of the People was an arbitrary and intrinsically sterile rendering of the real truth in Helve'tius's ill-starred book. To establish the proper dependence of laws upon one another, says Helve'tius, ' it is indispensable to be able to refer them all to a single principle, such as that of the Utility of the Public, that is to sat/, of the greatest number of men submitted to the same form of government: a principle of which no one realises the whole extent and fertility ; a principle, that contains all Morality and Legislation} * A man is just when all his actions tend to the public good. ' To [be virtuous, it is necessary to unite nobleness of soul with an enlightened under- standing. Whoever combines these gifts, conducts himself by the compass of public utility. This utility is the principle of all human virtues, and the founda- tion of all legislations. It ought to inspire the legislator, and to force the nations to submit to his laws.' 2 The principle of public utility is invariable, though it is pliable in its application to all the different 1 Disc. ii. chap. 17. 2 ii. 6. 156 HELVETIUS. positions in which, in their succession, a nation may find itself. 1 The public interest is that of the greatest number, and this is the foundation on which the principles of sound morality ought invariably to rest. 2 These extracts, and extracts in the same sense might easily be multiplied, show us the basis on which Helve'tius believed himself to be building. Why did Bentham raise upon it a fabric of such value to mankind, while Helve'tius covered it with useless paradox ? The answer is that Bentham ap- proached the subject from the side of a practical lawyer, and proceeded to map out the motives and the actions of men in a ^systematic and objective classification, to which the principle of utility gave Mm the key. Helve'tius, on the other hand, instead of working out the principle, that actions are good or bad according as they do or do not serve the public interest of the greatest number, contented himself with reiterating in as many ways as possible the proposition that self-love fixes our measure of 'virtue. The next thing to do, after settling utility as the standard of virtue, and defining interest as a term, applied to whatever can procure us pleasures and deliver us from pains, 3 was clearly to do what Bentham did, to marshal pleasures and pains in logical array. Instead of this, Helve'tius, starting from the proposition that 'to judge is to feel,' launched 1 ii. 17. 2 ii. 23. 3 ii. 1, note (b). HELVETIUS. 157 out into a complete theory of human character, which laboured under at least two fatal defects. First, it had no root in a contemplation of the march of collective humanity, and second, it considered only the purely egoistic impulses, to the exclusion of the opposite half of human tendencies. Apart from these radical deficiencies, Helvetius fell headlong into a fallacy which has been common enough among the assailants of the principle of utility ; namely, of con- founding the standard of conduct with its motive, and insisting that because utility is the test of virtue, therefore the prospect of self-gratification is the only inducement that makes men prefer virtue to vice. This was what Madame du Deffand called telling everybody's secret. We approve conduct in proportion as it conduces to our interest. Friendship, esprit-de- corps, patriotism, humanity, are names for qualities that we prize more or less highly, in proportion as they come more or less close to our own happiness ; and the scale of our preferences is in the inverse ratio of the number of those who benefit by the given act. If it affects the whole of humanity or of our country, our approval is less warmly stirred than if it were an act specially devoted to our own exclusive advantage. If you want therefore to reach men, and to shape their conduct for the public good, you must affect them through their pleasures and pains. To this position, which roused a universal indigna- tion that amazed the author, there is no doubt a true 158 HEL VETIUS. side. It is worth remembering, for instance, that all penal legislation, in so far as deterrent and not merely vindictive, assumes in all who come whether actually or potentially within its sphere, the very doctrine that covered Helve'tius with odium. And there is more to be said than this. As M. Charles Comte has expressed it : If the strength with which we resent injury were not in the ratio of the personal risk that we run, we should hardly have the means of self-preservation ; and if the acts which injure the whole of humanity gave us pain equal to that of acts that injure us directly, we should be of all beings the most miserable, for we should be incessantly tormented by conduct that we should be powerless to turn aside. And again, if the benefits of which we are personally the object did not inspire in us a more lively gratitude than those which we spread over all mankind, we should probably experience few prefer- ences, and extend few preferences to others, and in that case egoism would grow to its most overwhelming proportions. 1 This aspect of Helvetius's doctrine, however, is one of those truths which is only true when taken in con- nection with a whole group of different truths, and it was exactly that way of asserting a position, in itself neither, indefensible nor unmeaning, which left the position open to irresistible attack. Helvetius's errors had various roots, and may be set forth in as 1 TraiU de Ltgislation, i. 243. HELVETIUS. 159 many ways. The most general account of it is that even if he had insisted on making Self-love the strongest ingredient in our judgment of conduct, he ought at least to have given some place to Sympathy. For, though it is possible to contend that sympathy is only an indirect kind of self-love, or a shadow cast by self-love, still it is self-love so transformed as to imply a wholly different set of convictions, and to require a different name. UE&prii is one of the most striking instances in literature of the importance of care in choosing the right way of presenting a theory to the world. It seems as if Helve'tius had taken pains to surround his doctrine with everything that was most likely to warn men away from it. For example, he begins a chapter of cardinal importance with the proposition that per- sonal interest is the only motive that could impel a man to generous actions. l It is as impossible for him to love good for good's sake, as evil for the sake of evil.' The rest of the chapter consists of illustra- tions of this ; and what does the reader suppose that they are ? The first is Brutus, of all the people in the world. He sacrificed his son for the salvation of Eome, because his passion for his country was stronger than his passion as a father ; and this passion for his country, * enlightening him as to the public interest,' made him see what a service his rigorous example would be to the state. The other instances of the chapter point the same moral, that true virtue consists in suppressing inducements to gratify domestic or 160 HELVETIUS. friendly feeling, when that gratification is hostile to the common weal. 1 It may be true that the ultimate step in a strictly logical analysis reduces the devotion of the hero or the martyr to a deliberate preference for the course least painful to himself, because religion or patriotism or inborn magnanimity have made self-sacrifice the least painful course to him. But to call this heroic mood by the name of self-love, is to single out what is absolutely the most unimportant element in the transaction, and to insist on thrusting it under the onlooker's eye as the vital part of the matter. Ami it involves the most perverse kind of distortion. For the whole issue and difference between the virtuous man and the vicious man turns, not at all upon the fact that each behaves in the way that habit has made least painful to him, but upon the fact that habit has made selfishness painful to the first, and self-sacrifice painful to the second ; that self-love has become in the first case transformed into an overwhelming interest in the good" of others, and in the second not so. "Was there ever a greater perversity than to talk of self- interest, when you mean beneficence, or than to insist that because beneficence has become bound up with a man's self-love, therefore beneficence is nothing but self-love in disguise ? As if the fruit or the flower not only depends on a root as one of the condi- tions among others of its development, but is itself actually the root ! Apart from the error in logic, 1 ii. 5. HELVETIUS. 161 what an error in rhetoric, in singling out the formula best calculated to fill a doctrine with odious associa- tions, and then to make that formula the most promi- nent feature in the exposition. Without any gain in clearness or definiteness or firmness, the reader is deliberately misled towards a form that is exactly the opposite of that which Hclvetius desired him to accept. In other ways Helvetius takes trouble to wound the generous sensibility, and affront the sense, of his public. Nothing can be at once more scandalously cynical and more crude than a passage intended to show that, if we examine the conduct of women of disorderly life from the political point of view, they are in some respects extremely useful to the public. That desire to please, which makes such a woman go to the draper, the milliner, and the dressmaker, draws an infinite number of workmen from indigence. The virtuous women, by giving alms to mendicants and criminals, are far less wisely advised by their religious directors, than the other women by their desire to please; the latter nourish useful citizens, while the former, who at the best are useless, are often even downright enemies to the nation. 1 All this is only a wordy transcript of Mandeville's coarse sentences about ' the sensual courtier that sets no limits to his luxury, and the fickle strumpet that invents new fashions every week.' "We cannot wonder that all people who were capable either of generous feeling or 1 ii. 15. 162 HELVETIUS. comprehensive thinking turned aside even from truth, when it was mixed in this amalgam of destructive sophistry and cynical illustration. "We can believe how the magnanimous youth of Madame Eoland and others was discouraged by pages sown with mean anecdote. Helvetius tells us, with genuine zest, of Parmenio saying to Philotas at the court of Alexander the Great : ' My son, make thy- self small before Alexander; contrive for him now and again the pleasure of setting thee right; and remember that it is only to thy seeming inferiority that thou wilt owe his friendship.' The King of Portugal charged a certain courtier to draw up a dispatch on an affair with which he had himself dealt. Comparing the two dispatches, the King found the courtier's much the better of the two ; the corn-tier makes a profound reverence, and hastens to take leave of his friends : t It is all over ivith mej he said, ' the King has found out that I have more brains than lie has.' 1 * Only mediocrity succeeds in the world. ' Sir,' said a father to his son, ' you are getting on in the world, and you suppose you must be a person of great merit. To lower your pride, know to what qualities you owe this success : you were born without vices, without virtues, without character ; your knowledge is scanty, your intelligence is narrow. Ah, what claims you have, my son, to the good- will of the world.' 2 It lies beyond the limits of our task to enter into a 1 See Diderot's truer version, (Euv., ii. 482. iv. 13, etc HELVETIUS. 163 discussion of Helve'tius's transgressions in the region of speculative ethics, from any dogmatic point of view. Their nature is tolerably clear. Helve'tius looked at man individually, as if each of us came into the world naked of all antecedent predispositions, and inde- pendent of the medium around us. N'ext, he did not see that virtue, justice, and the other great words of moral science, denote qualities that are directly related to the fundamental constitution of human character. As Diderot said, 1 he never perceived it to he possible to find in our natural requirements, in our existence, in our organization, in our sensibility, a fixed base for the idea of what is just and unjust, virtuous and vicious. He clung to the facts that showed the thousand different shapes in which justice and in- justice clothed themselves ; but he closed his eyes on the nature of man, in which he would have recognised their character and origin. Again, although his book was expressly written to show that only good laws can form virtuous men, and that all the art of the legislator consists in forcing men, through the senti- ment of self-love, to be just to one another, 2 yet Hel- vetius does not perceive the difficulty of assuming in the moralising legislator a suppression of self-love which he will not concede to the rest of mankind. The crucial problem of political constitutions is to counteract the selfishness of a governing class. Hel- ve*tius vaulted over this difficulty by imputing to a legislator that very quality of disinterestedness whose 1 (Euv., ii. 270. " ii. 24. M 2 164 HELVETIUS. absence in tlie bulk of the human race he made the fulcrum of his whole moral system. 1 Into this field of criticism it is not, I repeat, our present business minutely to enter. The only question for us, attempting to study the history of opinion, is what Helvetius meant by his paradoxes, and how they came into his mind. Xo serious writer, least of all a Frenchman in the eighteenth century, ever sets out with, anything bat such an intention for good as is capable of respectable expression. And we ask our- selves what good end Helvetius proposed to himself. Of what was he thinking, when he perpetrated so singular a misconstruction of his own meaning, as that inversion of beneficence into self-love of which we have spoken? We can only explain it in one way. In saying that it is impossible to love good for good's sake, Helvetius was thinking of the theo- logians. Their doctrine that man is predisposed to love evil for evil's sake, removes conduct from the sphere of rational motive, as evinced in the ordinary course of human experience. Helvetius met this by contending that both in good and bad conduct men are influenced by their interest, and not by mystic and innate predisposition either to good or to evil. He 1 As Mr. Henry Sidgwiek has put tin's : ' Even the indefatigable patience and inexhaustible ingenuity of Bentham will hardly succeed in defeating the sinister conspiracy of self-preferences. In fact, unless a little more sociality is a' lowed to an average human being, the problem of combining these egoists into an organization for promoting their common happiness, is like the old task of making ropes of sand. The difficulty that Hobbes vainly tried to settle summarily by absolute despotism, is hardly to be overcome by the democratic artifices of his more inventive successor.' HELVETIUS. 165 sought to bring morals and human conduct out of the region of arbitrary and superstitious assumption into the sphere of observation. He thought he was pur- suing a scientific, as opposed to a theological spirit, by placing interest at the foundation of conduct, both as matter of fact and of what ought to be the fact, instead of placing there the love of God, or the action of grace, or the authority of the Church. We may even say that Helvetius shows a positive side, which is wanting in the more imposing names of the century. Here, for instance, is a passage which, in spite of its inadequateness of expression, contains an unmistakable germ of true historical appreciation : ' However stupid we may suppose the nations to be, it is certain that, being enlightened by their interests, it was not without motives that they adopted the cus- toms that we find established among some of them. The bizarre nature of these customs is connected, then, with the diversity of interests among these nations. In fact if they have always understood, in a confused way, by the name of virtue the desire of public hap- piness ; if they have in consequence given the name of good to actions that are useful to the country ; and if the idea of utility has always been privately asso- ciated with the idea of virtue, then we may be sure that their most ridiculous, and even their most cruel, customs have always had for their foundation the real or seeming utility of the public good.' l If we contrast this with the universal fashion among 1 66 HELVETIUS. Helve'tius's Mends, of denouncing the greater portion of the past history of the race, we cannot but see that, crude as is the language of such a passage, it contains the all-important doctrine which Voltaire, Eousseau, and Diderot alike ignored, that the phenomena of the conduct of mankind, even in its most barbarous phases, are capable of an intelligible explanation, in terms of motive that shall be related to their intellectual forms, exactly as the motives of the most polished society are related to the intellectual forms of such a society. There are not many passages in all the scores of volumes written in France in the eighteenth century on the origin of society, where there is such an ap- proach as this to the modern view. Helvetius's position was that of a man searching for a new basis for morals. It was hardly possible for anyone in that century to look to religion for such a base, and least of all was it possible to Helvetius. 1 It is fanaticism,' he says in an elaborately wrought passage, 'that puts arms into the hands of Christian princes; it orders Catholics to massacre heretics; it brings out upon the earth again the tortures that were invented by such monsters as Phalaris, as Busiris, as !N"ero ; in Spain it piles and lights up the fires of the Inquisition, while the pious Spaniards leave their posts and sail across distant seas, to plant the Cross and spread desolation. in America. Turn your eyes to north or south, to east or west; on every side you see the consecrated knife of Religion raised against the breasts of women, of children, of old men, and HELVETIUS. 167 the whole earth smoking with the blood of victims immolated to false gods or to the Supreme Being, and presenting one vast, sickening, horrible charnel-house of intolerance. Now what virtuous man, what Chris- tian, if his tender soul is filled with the divine unction that exhales from the maxims of the Gospel, if he is sensible of the cries of the unhappy and the outcast, and has sometimes wiped away their tears, what man could fail at such a sight to be touched with compassion for humanity, and would not use all his endeavour to found probity, not on principles so worthy of respect as those of religion, but on prin- ciples less easily abused, such as those of personal interest would be.' l This, then, is the point best worth seizing in a criticism of Helve'tius. The direction of morality by religion had proved a failure. Helvetius, as the organ of reaction against asceticism and against mysticism, appealed to positive experience, and to men's innate tendency to seek what is pleasurable and to avoid what is painful. The scientific imper- fection of his attempt is plain ; but that, at any rate, is what the attempt signified in his own mind. The same feeling for social reform inspired the second great paradox of E Esprit. This is to the effect that of all the sources of intellectual difference between one man and another, organization is the least influential. Intellectual differences are due to diversity of circumstance and to variety in education. 168 HELVETIUS. It is not f elicit)* of organization that makes a great man. There is nobody, in whom passion, interest, education, and faA'ourable chance, could not have sur- mounted all the obstacles of an unpromising nature ; and there is no great man who, in the absence of passion, interest, education, and certain chances r would not have been a blockhead, in spite of his happier organization. It is only in the moral region, that we ought to seek the true cause of inequality of intellect. Genius is no singular gift of nature. Genius is common; it is only the circumstances proper to develope it, that are rare. The man of genius is simply the product of the circumstances in which he is placed. The inequality in intelligence (esprit) that we observe among men, depends on the government under which they live, on the times in which their destiny has fallen, on the education that they have received, on the strength of their desire to achieve distinction, and finally on the greatness and fecundity of the ideas which they happen to make* the obj ect of their meditations. 1 Here again it would be easy to show how many qualifications are needed to rectify this egregious overstatement of propositions, that in themselves con- tain the germ of a wholesome doctrine. Diderot pointed out some of the principal causes of Helvetius's errors, summing them up thus : ' The whole of this third discourse seems to imply a false calculation, into which the author has failed to introduce all the elements- 1 Disc. iii. HELVETIUS. 169 that have a right to be there, and to estimate the elements that are there at their right value. He has not seen the insurmountable barrier that separates a man destined by nature for a given function, from a man who only brings to that function industry, interest, and attention.' l In a work published after his death (1774), and entitled De VHomme, Helvetius re-stated at greater length, and with a variety of new illustrations, this exaggerated position. Diderot wrote an elaborate series of minute notes in refutation of it, taking each chapter point by point, and his notes are full of acute and vigorous criticism. 2 EA'ery reader will perceive the kind of answers to which the 1 proposition that character is independent of organiza- tion lies open. Yet here, as in his paradox about self-love, Helve*tius was looking, and looking more- over in the right direction, for a rational principle of moral judgment, moral education, and moral improve? ment. Of the two propositions, though equally erroneous in theory, it was certainly less mischievous in practice to pronounce education and institu- tions to be stronger than original predisposition, than to pronounce organization to be stronger than education and institutions. It was all important at that moment in France, to draw people's attention to the influence of institutions on character ; to do that, was both to give one of the best reasons for a reform in French institutions, and also to point to the spirit in which such a reform should be undertaken. If 1 ii. 271. - (Euv., ii. 275456. 170 HELVETIUS. Helvetius had contented himself with saying that, whatever may be the force of organization in excep- tional natures, yet in persons of average organization these predispositions are capable of being indefinitely modified by education, by laws, and by institutions, then he would not only have said what could not be disproved, but he would have said as much as his own object required. William Godwin drew one of the most important chapters of his once famous treatise on Political Justice from Helvetius, but what Helve- tius exaggerated into a paradox which nobody in his senses could seriously accept, Godwin expressed as n rational half-truth, without which no reformer in education or institutions could fairly think it worth while to set to work. 1 The reader of Benjamin Constant's Adolp/ie, that sombre little study of a miserable passion, may some- times be reminded of Helvetius. It begins with the dry surprise of youth at the opening world, for we need time, he says, to accustom ourselves to the human race, such as affectation, vanity, cowardice, interest have made it. Then we soon learn only to be .surprised at our old surprise ; we find ourselves very well off in our new conditions, just as we come to breathe freely in a crowded theatre, though on enter- ing it we were almost stifled. Yet the author of this parching sketch of the distractions of an egoism that 1 Political Justice, Bk. I. chap. iv. ' The characters of men originate in Iheir external circumstances.' HELVETIUS. 171 just fell short of being complete, suddenly flashes on us the unexpected, but penetrating and radiant moral, La grande question dans la vie, Jest la douleur que Von cause the great question in life is the pain that we strike into the lives of others. We arc not seldom refreshed, when in the midst of Hclvetius's narrowest grooves, by some similar breath from the wider air. Among the host of sayings, true, false, trivial, pro- found, which are scattered over the pages of Helvetius, is one subtle and far-reaching sentence which made a strong impression upon Bentham. ' In order to love mankind J he writes, l we must expect tittle from them? This might, on the lips of a cynic, serve for a formula of that kind of misanthropy which is not more un- amiable than it is unscientific. But in the mouth of Helvetius, it was a plea for considerateness, for indul- gence, and above all it was meant for an inducement to patience and sustained endeavour in all dealings with masses of men in society. ' Every man,' he says, ' so long as his passions do not obscure his reason, will always be the more indulgent in pro- portion as he is enlightened.' He knows that men are what they must be, that all hatred against them is unjust, that a fool produces follies, just as a wild shrub produces sour berries, that to insult him is to reproach the oak for bearing acorns instead of olives. 1 All this is as wise and humane as words can be so, and it really represents the aim and temper of Helve- tius's teaching. Unfortunately for him and for his 1 H. 10. 172 HELVETIUS, generation, his grasp was feeble and unsteady. He had not the gift of accurate thinking, and his book is in consequence that which, of all the books of the eighteenth century, unites most of wholesome truth with most of repellent error. CHAPTER XIV. HOLBACirS SYSTEM OF XATUHE. THE System of Nature was published in 1770, eight years before the death of Voltaire and of Eous- seau, and it gathered up all the scattered explosives of the criticism of the century into one thundering engine of revolt and destruction. It professed to be the posthumous work of Mirabaud, who had been secretary to the Academy. This was one of the common literary frauds of the time. Its real author was Holbach. It is too systematic and coherently compacted to be the design of more than one man, and it is too systematic also for that one man to have been Diderot, as has been so often assumed. At the same time there are good reasons for believing that not only much of its thought, but some of the pages, were the direct work of Diderot. The latest editor of the heedless philosopher has certainly done right in placing among his miscellanea, the declamatory apos- trophe which sums up the teachings of this remorse- less book. The rumour imputing the authorship tc Diderot was so common, and Diderot himself was so 174 HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. disquieted by it, that lie actually hastened away from Paris to his native Langres and to the Baths of Bour- bonne, in order to be ready to cross the frontier at the first hint of a warrant being out against him. 1 Diderot has recorded his admiration of his friend's work. * I am disgusted,' he said, * with the modern fashion of mixing up incredulity and superstition. What I like is a philosophy that is clear, definite, and frank, such as you have in the System of Nature. The author is not an atheist in one page, and a deist in another. His philosophy is all of one piece.' 2 To book has ever produced a more widespread shock. Everybody insisted on reading it, and almost everybody was terrified. It suddenly revealed to- men, like the blaze of lightning to one faring through darkness, the formidable shapes, the unfamiliar sky, the sinister landscape, into which the wanderings of the last fifty years had brought them unsuspecting. They had had half a century of such sharp intel- lectual delight as had not been known throughout any great society in Europe since the death of Michael Angelo, and had perhaps north of the Alps never been known at all. And now it seemed to many of them, as they turned over the pages of Holbach's book, as if they stood face to face with the devil of the mediaeval legend, come to claim their souls. Satire of Job and David, banter about Joshua's massacres and Solomon's concubines, invective against blind pastors of blinder flocks, zeal to place Newton 1 (Em:, xvii. 329. 2 (Euv., ii. 393. HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 175 on the throne of Descartes and Locke upon the pedestal of Malebranche, wishes that the last Jan- senist might be strangled in the bowels of the last Jesuit all this had given zest and savour to life. In the midst of their high feast, Holbach pointed to the finger of their own divinity, Eeason, writing on the wall the appalling judgments that there is no God ; that the universe is only matter in spontaneous move- ment ; and, most grievous word of all, that what men call their souls die with the death of the body, as music dies when the strings are broken. Galiani, the witty Neapolitan, who had so many good friends in the philosophic circle, anticipated the well-known phrase of a writer of our own day. l The author of the /System of Nature J he said, l is the Abbe' Terrai of metaphysics : he makes deductions, suspensions of payment, and causes the very Bank- ruptcy of knowledge, of pleasure, and of the human mind. But you will tell me that, after all, there were too many rotten securities ; that the account was too heavily overdrawn ; that there was too much worth- less paper on the market. That is true too, and that is why the crisis has come.' 1 Goethe, then a student at Strasburg, has told us what horror and alarm the System of Nature brought into the circle there. 'But we could not conceive,' he says, 'how such a book could be dangerous. It came to us so gray, so Cim- merian, so corpse-like, that we could hardly endure its presence ; we shuddered before it, as if it had been 1 Corrcsp. de Galiani, i. 142. 176 HOLE A CITS SYSTEM OF NATURE. a spectre. It struck us as the very quintessence of musty age, savourless, repugnant.' l If this was the light in which the book appeared to the young man who was soon to be the centre of German literature, the brilliant veteran who had for two generations been the centre of the literature of France, was both shocked by the audacity of the new treatise, and alarmed at the peril in which it in- volved the whole Encyclopaedic brotherhood, with the Patriarch at their head. Voltaire had no sooner read the System of Nature, than he at once snatched up his ever ready pen and plunged into refutation. 2 At the same time he took care that the right persons should hear what he had done. He wrote to his old patron and friend Eichelieu, that it would be a great kind- ness, if he would let the King know that the abused Voltaire had written an answer to the book that all the world was talking about. I think, he says, that it is always a good thing to uphold the doctrine of the existence of a God who punishes and rewards; society has need of such an opinion. There is a curious disinterestedness in the notion of Lewis the Fifteenth and Eichelieu, two of the wickedest men of their time, being anxious for the demonstration of a Dieu venyeur. Voltaire at least had a very keen sense of the meaning of a court that rewarded and punished. The author of the System of Nature, he wrote to Grimm, ought to have felt that he was undoing his 1 Walirhcit und Dicldung, Bk. xi. " See the article Dii;u in the Diet. Fhilotophi>iue. HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 177 friends, and making them hateful in the eyes of the king and the court. 1 This came true in the case of the great philosopher-king himself. Frederick of Prussia was offended by a book which spared political superstitions as little as theological dogma, and treated kings as boldly as it treated priests. Though keenly occupied in watching the war then waging between Eussia and Turkey, and already revolving the parti- tion of Poland, he found time to compose a defence of theism. 'Tis a good sign, Voltaire said to him, when a king and a plain man think alike ; their interests are often so hostile, that when their ideas do agree, they must certainly be right. 2 The philosophic meaning of Holbach's propositions was never really seized by Yoltaire. He is, as has been justly said, the representative of ordinary common- sense which, with all its declamations and its appeals to the feelings, is wholly without weight or signifi- cance as against a philosophic way of considering things, however humble the philosophy may be. 3 He hardly took more pains to understand Holbach, than Johnson took to understand Berkeley. In truth it was a characteristic of Yoltaire always to take the social, rather than the philosophic view, of the great issues of the theistic controversy. One day when present at a discussion as to the existence of a deity, 1 Voltaire's Corr., Nov. 1, 1770. 2 July 27, 1770. 3 Lange's Oescli. d. Materialismus, i. 369 ; where the author shows how entirely Voltaire failed to touch Holbach's position as to the meaning of Order in the universe. VOL II. 178 HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. in which the negative was being defended with much vivacity, he astonished the company by ordering the servants to leave the room, and then proceeding to lock the door. ' Gentlemen,' he explained, ' I do not wish my valet to cut my throat to-morrow morning.' It was not the truth of the theistic belief in itself that Voltaire prized, but its supposed utility as an assist- ant to the police. D'Alembert, on the other hand, viewed the dispute as a matter of disinterested specu- lation. ' As for the existence of a supreme intel- ligence,' he wrote to Frederick the Great, ' I think that those who deny it, advance far more than they can prove, and scepticism is the only reasonable course.' He goes on to say, however, that experience invincibly proves the materiality of the soul, and a material deity like that which Mr. Mill did not repudiate of limited powers, and dependent on fixed conditions. 1 Let us now turn to the book itself. And first, as to its author. The reader of the New Heloi'sa will remember that the heroine, after her repentance and her marriage, has only one chagrin in the world ; that is the blank disbelief of her husband in the two great mysteries of a Supreme Being and another world. Wolmar, the husband, has always been supposed to stand for Eousseau's version of Holbach, and Holbach would hardly have complained of the portrait. The "Wolmar of the novel is benevolent, active, patient, tranquil, friendly and trustful. The nicely combined 1 (Euv., \. 296, 303, kc. HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 179 conjunction of the play of circumstance with, the action of men pleases him, just as the fine symmetry of a statue or the skilful contrivance of dramatic effects would please him. If he has any dominant passion, it is a passion for observation ; he delights in reading the hearts of men. 1 All this seems to have been as true of the real Holbach as of the imaginary Wolmar. "We have already seen him as the intimate friend and constant host of Diderot. He was one of the best-informed men of his time (1723 1789). He had an excellent library, a collection of pictures, and a valuable cabinet of natural history; and his poorer friends were as freely welcome to the use of all of them, as the richest. His manners were cheerful, courteous, and easy ; he was a model of simplicity, and kindliness was written on every feature. His hospitality won him the well-known nickname of the maitre d'hotel of philosophy, and his house was jestingly called the Cafe de 1'Europe. On Sundays and Thursdays, with- out prejudice to other days, from ten to a score of men of letters and eminent foreign visitors, including Hume, Wilkes, Shelburne, Garrick, Franklin, Priest- ley, used to gather round his good dishes and excellent wine. It was noted as a mark of the attractiveness of the company that the guests, who came at two in the afternoon, constantly remained until as late as seven and eight in the evening. To one of those guests, who afterwards became the 1 Nouvelle Htloise, IV. xii. N 2 i8o HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. powerful enemy of the Encyclopaedic group, the gaiety, the irreverence, the hardihood of speculation and audacity of discourse, were all as gall and worm- wood. Bousseau found their atheistic sallies offensive beyond endurance. Their hard rationalism was odious to the great emotional dreamer, and after he had quarrelled with them all, he transformed his own impressions of the dreariness of atheism into the passionate complaint of Julie. ' Conceive the torment of living in retirement with the man who shares our existence, and yet cannot share the hope that makes existence dear; of never being able with him either to bless the works of God, or to speak of the happy future that is promised us by the goodness of God ; of seeing him, while doing good on every side, still insensible to everything that makes the delight of doing good ; of watching him, by the most bizarre of contradictions, think with the impious, and yet live like a Christian. Think of Julie walking with her husband ; the one admiring in the rich and splendid robe of the earth, the handiwork and the boun- teous gifts of the author of the universe ; the other seeing in it all nothing save a fortuitous combina- tion, the product of blind force. Alas ! she cries, the great spectacle of nature, for us so glorious, so animated, is dead in the eyes of the unhappy Wolmar, and in that great harmony of being, where all speaks of God in accents so mild and so persuasive, he only perceives eternal silence.' 1 1 Now. Htl., V. v. HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 181 Yet it is fair to the author of this most eloquent Ignoratio Elenchi, to notice that he honestly fulfilled the object with which he professed to set out namely, to show to both the religious and philosophical parties that their adversaries were capable of leading upright, useful, and magnanimous lives. Whether he would have painted the imaginary Wolmar so favour- ably, if he could have foreseen what kind of book the real Holbach had in his desk, is perhaps doubtful. For Holbach's opinions looked more formidable and sombre in the cold deliberateness of print, than they had sounded amid the interruptions of lively discourse. It is needless to say, to begin with, that the writer has the most marked of the philosophic defects of the school of the century. Perhaps we might put it more broadly, and call the disregard of historic opinion the natural defect of all materialistic speculation from Epicurus downwards. 1 Like all others of his school, Holbach has no perception nor sense of the necessity of an explanation how the mental world came to be what it is, nor how men came to think and believe what they do think and believe. He gives them what he deems unanswerable reasons for changing their convictions, but he never dreams of asking himself in what elements of human character the older con- victions had their root, and from what fitness for the conduct of life they drew the current of their sap. Yet unless this aspect of things had been well con- 1 See Lange, i. 85. 1 82 HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. sidered, his unanswerable reasons were sure to fall wide of the mark. Opinions, as men began to re- member, after social movement had thrown the logical century into discredit, have a history as well as a logic. They are bound up with a hundred transmitted prepossessions, and they have become identified with a hundred social customs that are the most dearly cherished parts of men's lives. Nature had as much to do with the darkness of yesterday as with the light of to-day ; she is as much the accomplice of super- stition as she is the oracle of reason. It was because they forgot all this, that Holbach's school now seem so shallow and superficial. The whole past was one long working of the mystery of iniquity. ' The sum of the woes of the human race was not diminished on the contrary, it was increased by its religions, by its governments, by its opinions, in a word, by all the institutions that it was led to adopt on the plea of ameliorating its lot.' 1 On lui fit adopter ! But who were the on, and how did they work? With what instruments and what fulcrum ? Never was the con- venience of this famous abstract substantive more fatally abused. And if religion, government, and opinion had all aggravated the miseries of the human race, what had lessened them ? For the Encyclopaedic school never attempted, as Eousseau did, to deny that the world had, as a matter of fact, advanced towards happiness. It was because the Holbachians looked on mankind as slaves held in an unaccountable bondage, 1 Syst. d la Nat., pt. I. c. xri. HOLE AC ITS SYSTEM OF NATURE. 183 which, they must necessarily be eager to throw off, that their movement, after doing at the Eevolution a certain amount of good in a bad way, led at last to a mischievous reaction in favour of Catholicism. Far more immediately significant than the philo- sophy of the System of Nature were the violence, directness, and pertinacity of its assault upon political government. Yoltaire, as has so often been noticed, had always abstained from meddling with either the theory or the practical abuses of the national administration. All his shafts had been levelled at ecclesiastical su- perstition. Eousseau, indeed, had begun the most famous of his political speculations by crying that man, who was born free, is now everywhere in chains. But Eousseau was vague, abstract, and sentimental. In the System of Nature we have a clear presage of the trenchant and imperious invective which, twenty years after its publication, rang in all men's ears from the gardens of the Palais Eoyal and the benches of the Jacobins' Hall. The writer has plainly made up his mind that the time has at last come for dropping all the discreet machinery of apologue and parable, and giving to his words the edge of a sharpened sword. The vague disguises of political speculation, and the mannered reservations of a Utopia or New Atlantis, are exchanged for a passionate, biting, and loudly practical indictment. All over the world men are under the yoke of masters who neglect the instruction of their people, or only seek to cheat and deceive them. The~sovereigns in every part of the globe are unjust, 1 84 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. incapable, made effeminate by luxury, corrupted by flattery, depraved by licence and impunity, destitute of talent, manners, or virtue. Indifferent to their duties, which they usually know nothing about, they are scarcely concerned for a single moment of the day with the well-being of their people ; their whole at- tention is absorbed by useless wars, or by the desire to find at each instant new means of gratifying their insatiable rapacity. The state of society is a state of war between the sovereign and all the rest of its members. In every country alike the morality of the people is wholly neglected, and the one care of the government is to render them timorous and wretched. The common man desires no more than bread; he wins it by the sweat of his brow ; joyfully would he eat it, if the injustice of the government did not make it bitter in his mouth. By the insanity of govern- ments, those who are swimming in plenty, without being any the happier for it, yet wring from the tiller of the soil the very fruits that his arms have won from it. Injustice, by reducing indigence to despair, drives it to seek in crime such resources as it can find against the woes of life. An iniquitous government breeds despair in men's souls; its vexa- tions depopulate the land, the fields remain untilled, famine, contagion, and pestilence stalk over the earth. Then, embittered by misery, men's minds begin to ferment and effervesce, and what inevitably follows is the overthrow of a realm. 1 1 I. xiv. xvi. etc. etc. HOLBACH'S , SYSTEM OF NATURE. 185 If France had been prosperous, all this would have passed for the empty declamation of an excited man of letters. As it was, such declamation only described, in language as accurate as it was violent and stinging, the real position of the country. In the urgency of a present material distress, men were not over-careful that the basis of the indictment should be laid in the principles of a sound historical philosophy of society. "We can hardly wonder at it. What is interesting, and what we do not notice earlier in the century, is that in the System of Nature the revolt against the impotence of society, and the revolt against the omni- potence of God, made a firm coalition. That coalition came to a bloody end for the time, four and twenty years after Holbach's book proclaimed it, when the Committee of Public Safety dispatched Hebert and better men than Hubert to the guillotine for being atheists. Atheism, as Robespierre assured them, was aristocratic. Holbach's work may be said to spring from the doctrine that the social deliverance of man depends on his intellectual deliverance, and that the key to his intellectual deliverance is only to be found in the substitution of Naturalism for Theism. What he means by Naturalism, we shall proceed shortly to explain. The style, we may remark, notwithstanding the energy and coherence of the thought, is often diffuse and declamatory. Some one said of the System of 'Nature , that it contained at least four times too many words. Yet Voltaire, while professing extreme dis- 1 86 HOLE A CITS SYSTEM OF NATURE. like of its doctrine, admitted that the writer had some- how caught the ear of the learned, of the ignorant, and of women. 'He is often clear,' said Voltaire, 1 and sometimes eloquent, yet he may justly be re- proached with declamation, with repeating himself, and with contradicting himself, like all the rest of them.' l Galiani made an over-subtle criticism on it, when he complained of the want of coolness and self- possession in the style, and then said that it looked as if the writer were pressed less to persuade other people, than to persuade himself. This was a crude impression. Nobody can have any doubt of the writer's profound sincerity, or of his earnest desire to make proselytes. He knows his own mind, and hammers his doctrines out with a hard and iterative stroke that hits its mark. Yet his literary tone, in spite of its declamatory pitch, not seldom sinks into a drone. Holbach's contemporaries were in too fierce contact with the tusks and hooked claws of the Church, to have any mind for the rhythm of a champion's sen- tences or the turn of his periods. But now that the efforts of the heterodox have taught the Churches to be better Christians than they were a hundred years ago, we can afford to admit that Holbach is hardly more captivating in style, and not always more edi- fying in temper, than some of the Christian Fathers themselves. What then is the system of Nature, and what is that Naturalism which is to replace the current faith 1 Diet. Phil, a. v. Dieu, ir. HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 187 in the deities outside of observable nature ? The writer makes no pretence of feeling a tentative way towards an answer. From the very outset his spirit is that of dogmatic confidence. He is less a seeker than an expounder ; less a philosopher than a preacher ; and he boldly dismisses proof in favour of exhorta- tion. 'Let man cease to search outside the world in which he dwells, for beings who may procure him a happiness that nature refuses to grant ; let him study that nature, let him learn her laws, and contemplate the energy and unchanging fixity with which she acts ; let him apply his discoveries to his own felicity, and submit in silence to laws from which nothing can withdraw him ; let him consent to ignore the causes, surrounded as they are for him by an impenetrable veil ; let him undergo without a murmur the decrees of universal force.' Science derived from experience is the source of all wise action. It is physical science (la physique), and experience, that man ought to consult in religion, morals, legislation, as well as in knowledge and the arts. It is by our senses that we are bound to uni- versal nature; it is by our senses that we discover her secrets. The moment that we first experience them, we fall into a void where our imagination leads us endlessly astray. Movement is what establishes relations between our organs and external objects. Every object has laws of movement that are peculiar to itself. Everything in i88 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. the universe is in movement; no part of nature is really at rest. 1 Whence does nature receive this movement? From herself, since she is the great whole, outside of which consequently nothing can exist. Motion is a fashion of being which flows necessarily from the essence of matter ; matter moves by its own energy ; its motion is due to forces inherent in it; the variety of its movements, and of the phenomena resulting from them, comes from variation of the properties, the qualities, the combinations, originally found in the different primitive matters of which nature is the assemblage. WJience came matter ? Matter has existed from all eternity, and as motion is one of the inherent and constitutive qualities of matter, motion also has ex- isted from eternity. The abstract idea of matter must ~be decomposed. Instead of regarding matter as a unique existence, rude, passive, incapable of moving itself, of combining itself, of producing anything by itself, we ought to look upon it as a Kind of existence, of which the various individual members comprising the Kind, in spite of their having some common properties, such as extension, divisibility, figure, etc., still ought not to be ranged in a single class, nor comprised in a single denomination. What is Nature's process ? Continual movement. From the stone which is formed in the bowels of the 1 Holbach confesses his obligation on this head to Toland's Letters to Serena, (1704). HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE, 189 earth by the intimate combination, as they approach one another, of analogous and similar molecules, up to the sun, that vast reservoir of heated particles that gives light to the firmament ; from the numb oyster up to man, we observe an uninterrupted progression, a perpetual chain of combination and movements, from which there result beings that only differ among one another, by the variety of their elementary matters, and of the combination and proportion of these elements. From this variety springs an infinite diversity of ways of existing and acting. In genera- tion, nutrition, preservation, we can see nothing but different sorts of matter differently combined, each of them endowed with its own movements, each of them regulated by fixed laws that cause them to undergo the necessary changes. Let us notice here three of the author's definitions. (1.) Motion is an effort, ly which a body changes or tends to change its place. (2.) Of the ultimate composition of Matter, Holbach says nothing definite, though he assumes molecular movement as its first law. He contents himself, properly enough perhaps in view of the destination of his treatise, with a definition l rela- tively to us.' Eelatively to us, then, Matter in general is all that affects our senses in any fashion whatever ; and the qualities that we attribute to different kinds of matter , are founded on the different impressions that they produce in us. (3.) ' When I say that Nature pro- duces an effect, I do not mean to personify this Nature, which is an abstraction; I mean that the 1 90 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. effect of which I am speaking is the necessary result of the properties of some one of those beings, that compose the great whole under our eyes. T]hus, when I say that nature intends man to work for his own happiness, I mean by this that it is of the essence of a being who feels, thinks, wills, and acts, to work for his own happiness. By Essence I mean that which constitutes a being what it is, the sum of its pro- perties, or the qualities according to which it exists and acts as it does.' All phenomena are necessary. No creature in the universe, in its circumstances and according to its given property, can act otherwise than as it does act. Fire necessarily burns whatever combustible matter comes within the sphere of its action. Man neces- sarily desires what either is, or seems to be, conducive to his comfort and well-being. There is no indepen- dent energy, no isolated cause, no detached activity, in a universe where all beings are incessantly acting on one another, and which is itself only one eternal round of movement, imparted and undergone, accord- ing to necessary laws. In a storm of dust raised by a whirlwind, in the most violent tempest that agitates the ocean, not a single molecule of dust or of water finds its place by chance ; or is without an adequate cause for occupying the precise point where it is found. So, again, in the terrible, convulsions that sometimes overthrow empires, there is not a single action, word, thought, volition, or passion in a single agent of such a revolution, whether he be a destroyer HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 191 or a victim, which is not necessary, which does not act precisely as it must act, and which does not in- fallibly produce the effects that it is bound to produce, conformably to the place occupied by the given agent in the moral whirlwind. 1 Order and disorder are abstract terms, and can have no existence in a Nature, where all is necessary and follows constant laivs. Order is nothing more than necessity viewed relatively to the succession of actions. Disorder in the case of any being is nothing more than its passage to a new order; to a succession of movements and actions of a different sort from those of which the given being was previously susceptible. Hence there can never be either monsters or prodigies, either marvels or miracles, in nature. By the same reasoning, we have no right to divide the workings of nature into those of Intelligence and those of Chance. Where all is necessary, Chance can mean nothing save the limitation of man's knowledge. The writer next has a group of chapters (vi. x.) on Man, his composition, relations, and destiny. The chief propositions are in rigorous accord with the general conceptions that have already been set forth. All that man does, and all that passes in him, are effects of the energy that is common to him with the other beings known to us. But, before a true and comprehensive idea of the unity of nature was pos- sible to him, he was so seized by the variety and com- 1 Almost the very words of this passage are to be ftnuul in Diderot. See above, L p. 231. 192 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. plication of his organism and its movements, that it never came into his mind to realise that they existed in a chain of material necessity, binding him fast to all other forces and modes of being. Men think that they remedy their ignorance of things by inventing words ; so they explained the working of matter, in man's case, by associating with matter a hypothetical substance, which is in truth much less intelligible than matter itself. They regarded themselves as double ; a compound of matter and something else miraculously united with it, to which they gave the name of mind, or soulj and then they proudly looked on themselves as beings apart from the rest of creation. In plain truth, Mind is only an occult force, invented to explain occult qualities and actions, and really ex- plaining nothing. By Mind they mean no more than the unknown cause of phenomena that they cannot explain naturally, just as the Red Indians believed that it was spirits who produced the terrible effects of gunpowder, and just as the ignorant of our own day believe in angels and demons. How can we figure to ourselves a form of being, which, though not matter, still acts on matter without having points of contact or analogy with it ; and, on the other hand, itself re- ceives the impulsions of matter, through the material organs that warn it of the presence of external objects ? How can we conceive the union of body and soul, and how can this material body enclose, bind, constrain, determine a fugitive form of being, that escapes every sense ? To resolve these difficulties by calling them HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 193 mysteries, and to set them, down as the effects of the omnipotence of a Being still more inconceivable than the human Soul itself, is merely a confession of abso- lute ignorance. It is worth noticing that with the characteristic readiness of the French materialist school to turn metaphysical and psychological discussion to practical uses, Holbach discerned the immense new field which the materialist account of mind opened to the phy- sician. ' If people consulted experience instead of prejudice, medicine would furnish morality with the key of the human heart ; and in curing the body, it would be often assured of curing the mind too. . . . The dogma of the spirituality of the soul has turned morality into a conjectural science, which does not in the least help us to understand the true way of acting on men's motives. . . . Man will always be a mystery for those who insist on regarding him with the pre- judiced eyes of theology, and on attributing his actions to a principle of which they can never have any clear ideas.' (Ch. ix.) It is certainly true as a historical fact that the rational treatment of insane persons, and the rational view of certain lands of crime, were due to men like Pinel, trained in the materialistic school of the eighteenth century. And it was clearly impos- sible that the great and humane reforms in this field could have taken place before the decisive decay of theology. Theology assumes perversity as the natural condition of the human heart, and could only re- gard insanity as an intolerable exaggeration of this 194 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. perversity. Secondly, the absolute independence of mind and body which theology brought into such overwhelming relief, naturally excluded the notion that, by dealing with the body, you might be doing something to heal the mind. Perhaps we are now in some danger of overlooking the potency of the con- verse illustration of what Holbach says : namely, the efficacy of mental remedies or preventives in the case of bodily disease. If you complain to resume our exposition that the mechanism is not sufficient to explain the prin- ciple of the movements and faculties of the soul, the answer is, that it is in the same case with all the bodies in nature. In them the simplest movements, the most ordinary phenomena, the commonest actions, are inexplicable mysteries, whose first principles are for ever sealed to us. How shall we flatter ourselves that we know the first principle of gravity, by virtue of which a stone falls ? What do we know of the mechanism that produces the attraction of some sub- stances, and the repulsion of others ? But surely the incomprehensibility of natural effects is no reason for assigning to them a cause, that is still more incompre- hensible than any of those within our cognisance. It is not given to man to know everything ; it is not given to him to know his own origin, nor to pene- trate into the essence of things, nor to mount up to the first principle of things. What is given to him is to have reason, to have good faith, to concede frankly that he is ignorant of what he cannot know, and not HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 195 to supplement his lack of certainty by words that are unintelligible, and suppositions that are absurd. Suns go out and planets perish; new suns are kindled, and new planets revolve in new paths ; and man infinitely small portion of a globe that is itself only a small point in immensity dreams that it is for him that the universe has been made, imagines that he must be the confidant of nature, and proudly flatters himself that he must be eternal ! man, wilt thou never conceive that thou art but the insect of a day ? All changes in the universe ; nature con- tains not a form that is constant ; and yet thou wouldst claim that thy species can never disappear, and must be excepted from the great universal law of incessant change ! We may pause for a moment to notice how, in their deliberate humiliation of the alleged pride of man, the orthodox theologian and the atheistic Holbach use pre- cisely the same language. But the rebuke of the latter was sincere ; it was indispensable in order to prepare men's minds for the conception of the universe as a whole. With the theologian the rebuke has now be- come little more than a hollow shift, in order to insinu- ate the miracle of Grace. The preacher of Naturalism replaces a futile vanity in being the end and object of the creation, by a fruitful reverence for the supremacy of human reason, and a right sense of the value of its discreet and disciplined use. The theologian restores this absurd and misleading egoism of the race, by representing the Creator as above all else concerned o 2 196 HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. to work miracles, for the salvation of a creature whose understanding is at once pitifully weak and odiously perverse, and whose heart is from the very beginning wicked, corrupt, and given over to reprobation. The difference is plainly enormous. The theologian dis- courages men ; they are to wait for the miracle of conversion, inert or desperate. The naturalist arouses them ; he supplies them with the most powerful of motives for the energetic use of the most power- ful of their endowments. l Men would always have Grace,' says Holbach, with excellent sense, ' if they were well educated and well governed.' And he exclaims on the strange morality of those who attri- bute all moral evil to Original Sin, and all the good that we do to Grace. i No. wonder,' he says, { that a morality founded on hypotheses so ridiculous should prove to be of no efficacy.' * This brings us to Holbach's treatment of Morals. The moment had come to France, which was reached at an earlier period in English speculation, when the negative course of thought in metaphysics drove men to consider the basis of ethics. How were right and wrong to hold their own against the new mechanical conception of the Universe? The same question is again urgent in men's minds, because the Darwinian hypothesis, and the mass of evidence for it, have again given a tremendous shake to theological conceptions, and startled men into a sense of the precariousness of the official foundations of virtue and duty. 1 Ch. xi. HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 197 Holbacli begins by a most unflinching exposure of the inconsistency with all that we know of nature, of the mysterious theory of Free "Will. This remains one of the most effective parts of the book, and perhaps the work has never been done with a firmer hand. The conclusion is expressed with a decisive- ness that almost seems crude. There is declared to be no difference between a man who throws himself out of the window, and the man whom I throw out, ex- cept this, that the impulse acting on the second comes from without, and that the impulse determining* the fall of the first comes from within his own mechanism. You have only to get down to the motive, and you will invariably find that the motive is beyond the actor's own power or reach. The inexorable logic with which the author presses the Free-Wilier from one retreat to another, and from shift to shift, leaves his adversary at last exactly as naked and defenceless before Holbach's vigorous and thoroughly realised Naturalism, as the same adversary must always be before Jonathan Edwards's vigorous theism. l The system of man's liberty,' Holbach says (II. ii.), with some pungency, ' seems only to have been invented in order to put him in a position to offend his God, and so to justify God in all the evil that he inflicted on man, for having used the freedom which was so disastrously conferred upon him.' If man be not free, what right have we to punish those who cannot help committing bad actions, or to reward others who cannot help committing good 198 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. actions ? Holbach gives to this and the various other ways of describing fatalism as dangerous to society, the proper and perfectly adequate answer. He turns to the quality of the action, and connects with that the social attitude of praise and blame. Merit and demerit are associated with conduct, according as it is thought to affect the common welfare advantageously or the reverse. My indignation and my approval are as necessary as the acts that excite these sentiments. My feelings are neither more nor less spontaneous, than the deciding motives of the actor. Whatever be the necessitating cause of our actions, I have a right to do my best by praise and blame, by reward and punishment, to strengthen or to weaken, to prolong or to divert, the motives that are the antecedents of the action ; exactly as I have a right to dam up a stream, or to divert its course, or otherwise deal with it to suit my own convenience. Penal laws, for instance, are ways of offering to men strong motives, to weigh in the scale against the temptation of an immediate personal gratification. Holbach does not make it quite distinct that the object of penal legislation is in some cases to give the offender, as well as other people, a strong reason for thinking twice before he repeats the offence ; yet in other cases, where the punishment is capital, the legislation does not aim at influencing the mind of the offender at all, but the minds of other people only. This is only a side illustration of a common weakness in most arguments on this subject. A thorough vindication of the penal HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 199 laws, on the principles of a systematic fatalism, can only be successful, if we think less of the wrongdoer in any given case, than of affecting general motives, and building up a right habit of avoiding or accepting certain classes of action. The writer then justly connects his scientific neces- sarianism in philosophy, with humanity in punishment. He protests against excessive cruelty in the infliction of legal penalties, and especially against the use of torture, on two grounds ; first, that experience demonstrates the uselessness of these superfluous rigours ; and second, that the habit of witnessing atrocious punishments familiarises both criminals and others with the idea of cruelty. The acquiescence of Paris for a few months in the cruelties of the Terror, was no doubt due, on Holbach's perfectly sound prin- ciple, to the far worse cruelties with which the laws had daily made Paris familiar down to the last years of the monarchy. And Holbach was justified in expecting a greater degree of charitable and con- siderate judgment, from the establishment in men's minds of a Necessarian theory. "We are no longer vin- dictive against the individual doer ; we wax energetic against the defective training in the institutions, which allowed wrong motives to weigh more heavily with him than right ones. Punishment on the theory of neces- sity ought always to go with prevention, and is valued just because it is a force in prevention, and not merely an element in retribution. Holbach answers effectively enough the common 200 HOLBACITS SYSTEM OF NATURE. objection that his fatalism would plunge men's souls into apathy. If all is necessary, why shall I not let things go, and myself remain quiet ? As if we could stay our hands from action, if our feelings were trained to proper sensibility and sympathy. As if it were possible for a man of tender disposition not to interest himself keenly in all that concerns the lot of his fellow-creatures. How does our knowledge that death is necessary, prevent us from deploring the loss of a beloved one ? How does my consciousness that it is the inevitable property of fire to burn, prevent me from using all my efforts to avert a conflagration ? Finally, when people urge that the doctrine of necessity degrades man by reducing him to a ma- chine, and likening him to some growth of abject vegetation, they are merely using a kind of language that was invented in ignorance of what constitutes the true dignity of man. What is nature itself but one vast machine, in which our human species is no more than one weak spring? The good man is a machine whose springs are adapted so to fulfil their functions, as to produce beneficent results for his fellows. How could such an instrument not be an object of respect and affection and gratitude ? In closing this part of Holbach's book, while not dissenting from his conclusions, we will only remark how little conscious he seems, of the degree to which he empties the notions of praise and blame of the very essence of their old contents. It is not a modi- fication, but the substitution of a new meaning under HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 201 the old names. Praise in its new sense of admiration for useful and pleasure-giving conduct or motive, is as powerful a force and as adequate an incentive to good conduct and good motives, as praise in the old sense of admiration for a deliberate and voluntary exercise of a free-acting will. But the two senses are different. The old ethical association is trans- formed into something which usage and the require- ments of social self-preservation must make equally potent, but which is not the same. If Holbach and others who hold necessarian opinions were to perceive this more frankly, and to work it out fully, they would prevent a confusion that is very unfavourable to them in the minds of most of those whom they wish to persuade. It is easy to see that the work next to be done in the region of morals, is the readjustment of the ethical phraseology of the volitional stage, to fit the ideas proper to the stage in which man has become as definitely the object of science, as any of the other phenomena of the universe. The chapter (xiii.) on the Immortality of the Soul examines this memorable growth of human belief with great vigour, and a most destructive penetration. As we have seen, the author repudiates the theory of a double energy in man, one material and the other spiritual, just as he afterwards repudiates the analo- gous hypothesis of a double energy in nature, one of the two being due to a spiritual mover outside of the external phenomena of the universe. Consistently with this renunciation of a separate spiritual energy 202 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. in man, Holbach will listen to no talk of a spiritual energy surviving the destruction of the mechanical framework. To say that the soul will feel, think, enjoy, suffer, after the death of the body, is to pretend that a clock broken into a thousand pieces can con- tinue to strike or to mark the hours. And having emphatically proclaimed his own refusal to share the common belief, he proceeds with good success to carry the war into the country of those who profess that belief, and defend it as the safeguard of society. We need not go through his positions. They are substan- tially those which are familiar to everybody who has read the Third Book of Lucretius' s poem, and remem- bers those magnificent passages which are not more admirable in their philosophy, than they are noble and moving in their poetic expression : " Nam veluti pueri trepidant atque omnia caecis In tenebris metuunt, sic nos in luce timemus Interdum, nilo quae sunt metuenda magis quam Quae pueri in tenebris pavitant finguntque futura. Hunc igitur terrorem animi tenebrasque necessest Non radii solis neque lucida tela diei Discutiant, sed naturae species ratioque." And so forth, down to the exquisite lines : " ' Jam jam non domus accipiet te laeta, neque uxor Optima nee dulces occurrent oscula nati Praeripere, et tacita pectus dulcedine tangent. Non poteris factis florentibus esse, tuisque Praesidium. Misero misere,' aiunt, ' omnia ademit Una dies infesta tibi tot praemia vitae.' Illud in his rebus non addunt, ' nee tibi eamm HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 203 Jam desiderium rerum super insidet una.' Quod bene si videant animo dictisque sequantur, Dissolvant animi magno se angore metuque. ' Tu quidem ut es leto sopitus, sic eris aevi Quod superest cunctis privatu ' doloribus aegris ; At nos horrifico cinefactum te prope busto Insatiabiliter deflevimus, aeternumque Nulla dies nobis maerorem e pectore demet.' Illud ab hoc igitur quaerendum est, quid sit amari Tanto opere, ad somnum si res redit atque quietem, Cur quisquam aeterno possit tabescere luctu." "We may regret that Holbach, in dealing with, these solemn and touching things, should have been so de- void of historic spirit as to buffet David, Mahomet, Chrysostom, and other holy personages, as superstitious brigands. And we may believe that he has certainly been too sweeping in denying any deterrent efficacy whatever to the fires of hell. But where Holbach found one person in 1770, he would find a thousand in 1880, to agree with him, that it is possible to think of commendations and inducements to virtue, that shall be at least as efficacious as the fiction of eternal tor- ment, without being as cruel, as wicked, as infamous to the gods, and as degrading to men. From his attack on Immortality, Holbach naturally turns with new energy, as do all who have passed beyond that belief, to the improvement of the educa- tion, the laws, the institutions, which are to strengthen and implant the true motives for turning men away from wrong and inspiring them to right. He draws a stern and prolonged indictment against the kings of 204 HOLBACITS SYSTEM OF NATURE. the earth, in words that we have already quoted (above, p. 184), as unjust, incapable, depraved by licence and impunity. One passage in this chapter is the scripture of a terrible prophecy, the very handwriting on the wall, which was to be so accu- rately fulfilled almost in the lifetime of the writer : 'The state of society is now a state of war of the Sovereign against all, and of each of its members against the other. Man is bad, not because he was born bad, but because he is made so ; the great and the powerful crush with impunity the needy and the unfortunate, and these in turn seek to repay all the ill that has been done to them. They openly or privily attack a native land that is a cruel step-mother to them ; she gives all to some of her children, while others she strips of all. Sorely they punish her for her partiality ; they show her that the motives bor- rowed from another life are powerless against the passions and the bitter wrath engendered by a corrupt administration in the life here ; and that all the terror of the punishments of this world is impotent against necessity, against criminal habits, against a dangerous organization that no education has ever been applied to correct.' (Ch. xiv.) In another place : 'A society enjoys all the happiness of which it is susceptible, so soon as the greater number of its members are fed, clothed, housed ; are able, in a word, without an excessive toil, to satisfy the wants that nature has made necessities to them. Their imagination is con- tent, so soon as they have the assurance that no force HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 205 can ravish from them the fruits of their industry, and that they labour for themselves. By a sequence of human madness, whole nations are forced to labour, to sweat, to water the earth with their tears, merely to keep up the luxury, the fancies, the corruption, of a handful of insensates, a few useless creatures. So have religious and political errors changed the universe into a valley of tears.' This is an incessant refrain that sounds with hoarse ground-tone under all the ethics and the metaphysics of the book. There are scores of pages in which the same idea is worked out with a sombre vehemence, that makes us feel as if Eobespierre were already haranguing in the National Assembly, Camille Desmoulins declaiming in the gardens of the Palais Eoyal, and Danton thundering at the Club of the Cordeliers. We already watch the smoke of the naming chateaux, going up like a savoury and righteous sacrifice to the heavens. From this point to the end of the first part of the book, it is not so much philosophy, as the literature of a political revolution. There is a curious paren- thesis in vindication not only of a contempt for death, but even of suicide ; the writer pointing out with some malice that Samson, Eleazar, and other worthies caused their own death, and that Jesus Christ himself, if really the Son of God, dying of his own free grace, was a suicide, to say nothing of the various ascetic penitents who have killed themselves by inches. 1 1 This is not original in Holbach. Diderot's article on Suicide in the Encyclopedia ((Euv., xviL 235) contains the usual arguments of the Church against suicide, with some casuistic illustrations, but it also contains an 206 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 'The fear of death, after all,' he says, summing up his case, 'will only make cowards; the fear of its alleged consequences will only make fanatics or melan- choly pietists, as useless to themselves as to others. Death is a resource that we do ill to take away from oppressed virtue, reduced, as many a time it is, by the injustice of men to desperation.' This was the doctrine in which the revolutionary generation were brought up, and the readiness with which men in those days inflicted death on themselves and on others, showed how profoundly it had entered their souls. 1 We think, as we read, of Vergniaud and Condorcet carrying their doses of poison, of Barbaroux with his pistol and Yalaze' with his knife, of Eoland walking forth from Rouen among the trees on the Paris road, and there driving a cane- sword into his breast, as calmly as if he had been throwing off a useless vesture. Holbach has been accused of reducing virtue to a far-sighted egoism, 2 and detached and crude proposi- tions may be quoted, that perhaps give a literal warrant for the charge. Nominally he bases morality account of Dr. Donne's vindication of Suicide, called, Bia-thanaios, 1651, in which these remarks of Holbach occur verbatim. Hallam found Donne's book so dull and pedantic, that he declares no one would be induced to kill himself by reading such a book, unless he were threatened with another volume. 1 Hume's suppressed Essay on Suicide (see the edition by Mr. Green and Mr. Grose, 1875, vol. ii. 405) is a much more exhaustive argument than Holbach's, though the language of the two pieces is sometimes curiously alike. Kousseau in this, as in so many other moralities marriage, for in- stance was on the side of the Church, only allowing suicide where a man happens to be stricken by a painful and incurable disease. See the two famous letters in the New Hcltfisa, Ft. iii., 21 22. Taine's Ancien Regime, p. 287. HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 207 on happiness, but his real base is the happiness of the greatest number. To borrow Mr. Sidgwick's classification, Holbach is a universalistic, and not an egoistic Hedonist. The spirit of what he says is, in fact, not individualist but social. ' The good man is he to whom true ideas have shown his own interest or his own happiness to lie in such a way of acting, that others are forced to love and approve for their own interest. ... It is man who is most necessary to the well-being of man. . . . Merit and virtue are founded on the nature of man, on his needs ... it is by virtue that we are able to earn the good-will, the confidence, the esteem, of all those with whom we have relations; in a word, no man can be happy alone. ... To be virtuous is to place one's interest in what accords with the interest of others; it is to enjoy the benefits and the delights that one is the means of diffusing among them. . . . The sentiments of self-love become a hundred times more delicious, when we see them shared by all those with whom our destiny binds us. The habit of virtue excites wants within us that only virtue can satisfy; thus it is that virtue is ever its own recompense, and pays itself with the blessings that it procures for others.' (Ch. xv.) Surely it is a childish or pedantic misinterpretation, to represent this as egoism, whether armed or not with keen sight; and still worse to talk of it as over- throwing the barriers that keep in the throng of selfish appetites. ' Every citizen should be made to feel that the section of which he is a member is a Whole, that 208 HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. cannot subsist and be nappy without virtues ; experi- ence should teach him at every moment that the well- being of the members can only result from that of the whole body.' (Ch. xv.) To say of such a doctrine as this, that it is to invite every individual to make himself happy after his own will and fashion, and to pull down the barriers of the selfish appetites, is the very absurdity of philosophic prejudice. It is for us to look at Holbach's ethical doctrine in its widest practical application, and if we place ourselves at a social point of view, we cannot but perceive that the principle laid down in the words that we have just quoted, was the indispensable weapon against the anti-social selfishness of the oppressive privileged class. These words repre- sent the ethical side of every popular and democratic movement. You may class Holbach's morality as the morality of self-interest, if you please; but its true base lay in social sympathy. To proclaim happiness as the test of virtue was to develope the doctrine of naturalism; for happiness is the outcome of a con- formity to the natural condition of things. On the other hand, to insist that virtue lies in promoting the happiness of the body social as a whole, was to preach the most sovereign of all truths, in a state of things where the body social as a whole was kept distracted and miserable by the selfishness of a scanty few of its members. The Church, nominally built upon the morality of the Golden Eule, was perverted into being the great organ of sinister self-interest. The Atheists, apparently formulating the morality of the Epicureans, HOLBACITS SYSTEM OF NATURE. 209 were in effect the teachers of public spirit and benefi- cence. And, taught in such circumstances, public spirit could only mean revolution. "We may doubt whether Holbach had thought out the very different questions that may be fused under the easy phrase of a basis for morals. What are the sanctions of moral precepts ? Why ought each to seek the happiness of all? What is the mark of the difference between right and wrong ? WTiat is the foundation of Con- science, or that habit of mind which makes right as such seem preferable to wrong? Clearly these are all entirely separate topics. Yet Holbach, it is obvious, had not divided them in his own mind, and he seems to think that one and the same answer will serve for what he mistook for one and the same ques- tion. He found it enough to say that every indivi- dual wishes to be happy, and that he cannot be happy unless he is on good terms with his neighbours ; this reciprocity of needs and services he called the basis of morals. For a rough and common-sense view of the matter, such as Holbach sought to impress on his readers, this perhaps will do very well ; but it is not the product of accurate and scientific thinking. It is not necessary, again, to point out how Hol- bach, while expounding the System of Nature, left out of sight the great natural process by which the moral acquisition of one generation becomes the starting point of further acquisitions in the next. He forgot the stages. He talks of Man, as if all the races and eras of man were alike, and also as if each individual VOL. II. P 210 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. deliberately worked out sums in happiness on his own account. It would not only have been more true, according to modern opinions, but more in accordance with Holbach's own view of necessity, and of the irremovable chain that binds a man's conduct fast to a series of conditions that existed before he was born, if he 'had recognised conscience, moral preferences, interest in the public good, and all that he called the basis of morals, as coming to a man with the rest of the apparatus that the past imposes on the present, and not as due to any process of personal calculation. Holbach had not clearly thought out the growth, the changes, varieties, and transformations among moral ideals. He was, of course, far too much in the full current of the eighteenth century not to feel that exultation in life and its most exuberant manifesta- tions, which the conventional moralists of the theo- logical schools had set down and proscribed as worldliness and fleshliness. ' Action J he says in this very chapter ; i action is the true element of the human mind ; no sooner does man cease to act, than he falls into pain and weariness of spirit.' No doubt this is too absolutely stated, if we are to take some millions of orientals into our account of the human mind, but it has been true of the nations of the west. Yet the recognition of this law did not prevent the writer from occasionally falling into some of the old canting commonplaces about people being happiest who have fewest wants. As if, on the contrary, that action which he describes as the true element of man, HOLBACH'S SYSTEM -OF NATURE. 211 were not directly connected with tlie incessant mul- tiplication of wants. We may take this, however, as a casual lapse into the common form of moralists of ascetic ages. In substance, the System of Nature is essentially a protest against ascetic and quietist ideals. The second half of the System of Nature treats of the Deity ; the proofs of his existence ; his attributes : the manner in which he influences the happiness of men. What is remarkable is that here we have an onslaught, not merely on the Church with its over- growth of abuses, nor on Christianity with its over- growth of superstitions, but on that great conception which is enthroned on unseen heights far above any Church and any form of Christianity. It is theism, in its purest as in its impurest shape, that the writer condemns. No more elaborate, trenchant, and un- flinching attack on the very fundamental propositions of theology, natural or revealed, is to be found in literature. Pure rationalism has nothing to add to this destructive onslaught. The tone is not truly philosophic, because the writer habitually regards the notion of a God as an abnormal and morbid excres- cence, and not as a natural growth in human development. He takes no trouble, and it would have been an incredible departure from the mental fashion of the time if he had taken any trouble, to explain theology, or to penetrate behind its forms to those needs, aspirations, and qualities of human con- stitution in which theology had its best justification, P 2 2i2 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. if not its earliest source. He regards it as an enemy to be mercilessly routed, not as a force with which he has to make his account. Still as a piece of rough and remorseless polemic, the second part of the System of Nature remains full of remarkable energy and power. The most eager Nescient or Denier to be found in the ranks of the assailants of theology in our own day, is timorous and moderate, compared with this direct and on-pressing swordsman. And the attack, on its own purely rationalistic ground, is thoroughly comprehensive. It is not made on an outwork here, or an outwork there ; it encircles the whole compass of the defence. The conception of God is examined and resisted from every possible side, cosmological, ethical, metaphysical. To say that the argument is one-sided, is only to say that it is an attack. But the fact that the writer omits the contri- butions made under the temporary shelter of theology to morality and civilisation, does not alter the other fact that he states with unsurpassed vigour all that can be said against the intellectual absurdities and moral obliquities that theology has nourished and approved, and only too firmly planted. Of the elaborate examination of the proofs of the existence of a God adduced by Descartes, Samuel Clarke, Malebranche, and Newton (Ch. iv. and v.), we need only say that its whole force might have been summed up in the single proposition that the author once for all repudiates any a priori basis for any beliefs whatever. It would have been sufficient for HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 213 philosophic purposes if he had contented himself with justifying and establishing that position. The fabric of orthodox demonstration would have fallen to the ground after the destruction of its foundations. Hoi- bach rejected the whole a priori system ; it was a matter of course therefore that he rejected each one of the twelve propositions which Clarke had invented by the a priori method. Holbach held that experience is the source and limit of knowledge, reasoning, and belief, and rejected as a fantastic impertinence of dreamy metaphysicians the assumption that our con- ceptions measure the necessities of objective existence. From that point of view, merely to state was to empty of all demonstrating quality such assertions as that something has existed from all eternity ; an indepen- dent and immutable Being has existed from all eternity; this immutable and independent Being exists by himself, and is incomprehensible; the Being existing necessarily is necessarily single and unique, and so forth. Even if we accept this a priori method, and accept the first assumption that some- thing must have existed from all eternity, it was open to Holbach to say, as Locke said on setting himself to examine Descartes' proof of a God : ' I found that, by it, senseless matter might be the first eternal being and cause of all things, as well as an immaterial intelligent spirit.' But what we feel is that the whole controversy is being conducted between two disputants on two different planes of thought, between two creatures dwelling in different elements. To 2i 4 HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE, apply to Clarke's propositions, or to the slightly different propositions of Malebranche, the tests of experience, to measure them by the principle of relativity, must be fatal in the minds of such persons as already accept experience as the only right test in such a matter. It is exactly as if the action of an Italian opera should be criticised in the light of the conditions of real life: the whole performance must in an instant figure as an absurdity. No partisan of the lyric drama would consent to have it so judged, and the philosophic partisans of theology would perhaps have been wiser to keep clear of pretensions to prove their master thesis. They might have been content to keep it as an emotional creation, an imagi- native hypothesis, a noble simplification of the chimeras of the primitive consciousness of the race. As it was, neither side could be convinced by the other, for they had no common criterion. They had hardly even a common language. The only effect of Holbach's blows was to persuade the bystanders who thronged round the lists in that eager time, that the so-called proofs with which the high philosophic names were associated, were only proofs to those who accepted a way of thinking which it was the very characteristic of that age decisively to reject. The controversial force of this part of the attack simply lay in the piercing thoroughness, with which the irreconcilable discrepancies between the seventeenth century notion of demonstration, and that notion in the eighteenth, were forced upon the reader's attention. HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 215 One other general remark may be made. Whatever we may think of the success of the author's assault on the theistic hypothesis of the universe, it is im- possible to deny that he at least succeeds in repelling the various assaults levelled on what is vulgarly termed atheism. He rightly urges the unreasonable- Less of taxing those who have formed to themselves intelligible notions of the moving force of the uni- verse, with denying the existence of such a power : the absurdity of charging the very men who found everything that comes to pass in the world on fixed and constant laws, with attributing everything to chance. If by Atheist, he says, you mean a man who would deny the existence of a force inherent in matter, and without which you cannot conceive nature, and if to this moving force you give the name of Grod, then an Atheist would be a madman. Holbach then describes the sense in which Atheists both exist and, as he thinks, may well justify their existence. Their qualities are as follows : To be guided only by experience and the testimony of their senses, and to perceive nothing in nature except matter, essentially active and mobile and capable of pro- ducing all the beings that we see ; to forego all search for a chimerical cause, and not to mistake for better knowledge of the moving force of the universe, merely a separate attribution of it to a Being placed outside of the great whole ; to confess in good faith that their mind can neither conceive nor reconcile the nega- tive attributes and theological abstractions with the 2i6 HOLBACIPS SYSTEM OF NATURE. human and moral qualities that are ascribed to the Divinity. The chapter (ix.) on the superiority of Naturalism over Theism as a basis for the most wholesome kind of Morality, is still worth reading by men in search of weapons against the presumptuous commonplaces of the pulpit. In this sphere Holbach is as earnest and severe as the most rigorous moralist that ever wrote. People who talk of the moral levity of the destructive literature of the eighteenth century, would be astonished, if they could bring themselves to read the books about which they talk, by the elevation of the System of Nature. The writer points out the necessarily evil influence upon morals of a Book popularly taken to be inspired, in which the Divinity is represented as now prescribing virtue, but now again prescribing crime and absurdity ; who is some- times the friend, and sometimes the enemy, of the human race; who is sometimes pictured as reason- able, just, and beneficent, and at other times as in- sensate, unjust, capricious, and despotic. Such divi- nities, and the priests of such divinities, are incapable of being the models, types, and arbiters of virtue and righteousness. No ; we must seek a base for morality in the necessity of things. Whatever the Cause that placed man in the abode in which he dwells, and en- dowed him with his faculties whether we regard the human species as the work of Nature, or of some intelligent Being distinct from Nature the existence of man, such as we see him to be, is a fact. We see HOLE A CHS SYSTEM OF NATURE. 217 in him a being who feels, thinks, has intelligence, has self-love, who strives to make life agreeable to him- self, and who lives in society with beings like himself ; beings whom by his conduct he may make his friends or his enemies. It is on these universal sentiments that you ought to base morality, which is nothing more nor less than the science of the duties of man living in society. The moment you attempt to find a base for morals outside of human nature, you go wrong ; no other is solid and sure. The aid of the so-called sanctions of theology is not only needless, but mischievous. The alliance of the realities of duty with theological phantoms, exposes duty to the same ruin which daylight brings to the superstition that has been associated with duty. It places the arbitrary demands of a varying something, named Piety, instead of the plain requirements of Eight. As for saying that without God man cannot have moral sentiments, or, in other words, cannot distinguish between vice and virtue, it is as if one said that, without the idea of God, man would not feel the necessity of eating and drinking. The writer then breaks out into a long and sus- tained contrast, from which we may make a short extract to illustrate the heat to which the battle had now come : ' Nature invites man to love himself, incessantly to augment the sum of his happiness; Eeligion orders him to love only a formidable God who is worthy of hatred ; to detest and despise himself, and to sacri- 218 HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. fice to his terrible idol the sweetest and most lawful pleasures. Nature bids man consult his reason, and take it for his guide : Eeligion teaches him that this reason is corrupted, that it is a faithless, truthless guide, implanted by a treacherous God, to mislead his creatures. Nature tells man to seek light, to search for the truth : Religion enjoins upon him to examine nothing, to remain in ignorance. Nature says to man, " Cherish glory, labour to win esteem, be active, courageous, industrious : " Eeligion says to him, " Be humble, abject, pusillanimous, live in retreat, busy thyself in prayer, meditation, devout rites; be use- less to thyself, and do nothing for others." Nature proposes for her model, men endowed with noble, ener- getic, beneficent souls, who have usefully served their fellow-citizens : Religion makes a show and a boast of the abject spirits, the pious enthusiasts, the frenetic penitents, the vile fanatics, who for their ridiculous opinions have troubled empires. . . . Nature tells children to honour, to love, to hearken to their parents, to be the stay and support of their old age : Religion bids them prefer the oracle of their God, and to trample father and mother under foot, when divine interests are concerned. Nature commands the perverse man to blush for his vices, for his shameless desires, his crimes : Religion says to the most corrupt, "Fear to kindle the wrath of a God whom thou knowest not : but if against his laws thou hast com- mitted crime, remember that he is easy to appease and of great mercy : go to his temple, humble thyself HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 219 at the feet of Ms ministers, expiate thy misdeeds by sacrifices, offerings, prayers; these will wash away thy stain in the eyes of the Eternal." ' Of course, philosophical criticism would have much to say about this glowing mass of furious proposi- tions ; for the first voice of Nature hardly whispers into the ear of the primitive man all these high and generous promptings. But if by Nature we here understand the Encyclopaedists, and by Eeligion the Catholic Church in France at that moment, then Hoi- bach's fiery antitheses are a tolerably fair account of the matter. And the political side of the indictment was hardly less just, though its hardihood appalled men like Voltaire. 1 Nature says to man, Thou art free, and no power on earth can lawfully strip thee of thy rights : Ee- ligion cries to him that he is a slave condemned by God to groan under the rod of God's representatives. Nature bids man to love the country that gave him birth, to serve it with all loyalty, to bind his inte- rests to hers against every hand that might be raised upon her : Eeligion commands him to obey without a murmur the tyrants that oppress his country, to take their part against her, to chain his fellow-citizens under their lawless caprices. Yet if the Sovereign be not devoted enough to his priests, Eeligion instantly changes her tone ; she incites the subjects to rebellion, she makes resistance a duty, she cries aloud that we must obey God rather than men. ... If the nature of man were consulted on Politics, which supernatural 220 HO LEACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. ideas have so shamefully depraved, it would contri- bute far more than all the religions in the world to make communities happy, powerful, and prosperous under reasonable authority. . . . This nature would teach princes that they are men and not gods; that they are citizens charged by other citizens with watch- ing over the safety of all. . . . Instead of attributing to the divine vengeance all the wars, the famines, the plagues that lay nations low, would it not have been more useful to show them that such calamities are due to the passions, the indolence, the tyranny of their princes, who sacrifice the nations to their hideous delirium? Natural evils demand natural remedies; ought not experience therefore long ago to have un- deceived mortals as to those supernatural remedies, those expiations, prayers, sacrifices, fastings, proces- sions, that all the peoples of the earth have so vainly opposed to thfc woes that overwhelmed them? . . . Let us recognise the plain truth, then, that it is these supernatural ideas that have obscured morality, cor- rupted politics, hindered the advance of the sciences, and extinguished happiness and peace even in the very heart of man.' Holbach was a vigorous propagandist. Two years after the appearance of his master- work, he drew up its chief propositions in a short and popular volume, called Good sense ; or Natural Ideas opposed to Super- natural. His zeal led him to write and circulate a vast number of other tractates and short volumes, the HOLBACH'S SYSTEM OF NATURE. 221 bare list of which would fill several of these pages, all inciting their readers to an intellectual revolt against the reigning system in Church and State. He lived to get a glimpse of the very edge and sharp bend of the great cataract. He died in the spring of 1789. If he had only lived five years longer, he would have seen the great church of Notre Dame solemnly consecrated by legislative decree to the worship of Eeason, bishops publicly trampling on crosier and ring amid universal applause, and vast crowds exulting in processions whose hero was an ass crowned with a mitre. CHAPTER XV. JKAYNAL'S HISTORY OF THE INDIES. 6 QINCE Montesquieu's Esprit des LoisJ says ^ Grimm in his chronicle, l our literature has perhaps produced no monument that is worthier to pass to the remotest posterity, and to consecrate the progress of our enlightenment and diligence for ever, than Raynal's Philosophical and Political History of European settlements and commerce in the tivo Indies? Yet it is perhaps safe to say that not one hundred persons now living have ever read two chapters of the book for which this immortal future was predicted. "When the revolutionary floods gradually subsided, some of the monuments of the previous age began ta show themselves above the surface of the falling waters. Theyjhad lost amid the stormy agitation of the deluge the shining splendour of their first days ; still men found something to attract them after the revo- lution, as their grandfathers had done before it, in the pages of the Spirit of Laws, of the New Helo'isa^ and of the endless satires, romances, and poems of the great Yoltaire. RaynaPs book was not among RAYNAL'S HISTORY OF THE INDIES. 223 these dead glories that came to life again. It disap- peared utterly. Nor can it be said that it deserved a kinder fate. Its only interest now is for those who care to know the humour of men's minds in those prae-revolutionary days, when they could devour a long political and commercial history as if it had been a novel or a play, and when the turn of men's inte- rests made of such a book ' the Bible of two worlds ' for nearly twenty years. Eaynal is no commanding figure. Born in 1711, he came to Paris from southern France, and joined the troop of needy priests who swarmed in the great city, hopefully looking out for the prizes of the Church. Eaynal is the hero of an anecdote which is told of more than one abbe* of the time ; whether literally true or not, it is probably a correct illustration of the evil pass to which ecclesiastical manners had come. He had, it was said, nothing to live upon save the product of a few masses. The Abbe' PreVost received twenty sous for saying a mass ; he paid the Abb4 Laporte fifteen sous to be his deputy ; the Abbe* Laporte paid eight sous to Eaynal to say it in his stead. But the adventurer was not destined to remain in this abject case, parasite humbly feeding on parasite. He turned bookmaker, and wrote a history of the Stadtholderate, a volume about the English Parliament, and, of all curious subjects for a man of letters of that date, an account of the divorce of King Henry the Eighth of England. He visited this country more than once, and had the honour in 224 RAtNAES HISTORY OF THE INDIES. 1754 of being chosen a fellow of the Royal Society of London. 1 We have some difficulty in understand- ing how he came by such fame, just as we cannot tell how the man who had been glad to earn a few pence by saying masses, came shortly to be rich and independent. He is believed to have engaged in some colonial ventures, and to have had good luck. His enemies spread the dark report that he had made money in the slave-trade, but in those days of in- censed party-spirit there was no limit to virulent invention. It is at least undeniable that Eaynal put his money to generous uses. Among other things, he had the current fancy of the time, that the world could be made better by the copious writing of essays, and he delighted in founding prizes for them at the provincial academies. It was at Lyons that he pro- posed the famous thesis, not unworthy of considera- tion even at this day : Has the discovery of America been useful or injurious to the human race ? Eaynal was one of the most assiduous of the guests at the philosophic meals of Baron Holbach and Hel- ve*tius ; he was very good humoured, easy to live with, and free from that irritable self-consciousness and self-love which is too commonly the curse of the suc- cessful writer, as of other successful persons. He did not go into company merely to make the hours 1 The Biographic Uniwrselle, followed by the Encyclopaedia Britannica, tells a story of Eaynal visiting the House of Commons ; the Speaker, says the writer, learning that he was in the gallery, ' suspended the discussion until a distinguished place had been found for the French philosopher.' This must be set down as a myth. The journals have been searched, and there is no official conBrmation of the statement, improbable enough on the face of it. RAYNAHS HISTORY OF THE INDIES. 225 fly. With, him, as with. Helve"tius, society was a workshop. He pressed every one with, questions as to all matters, great or small, with which the in- terlocutor was likely to be familiar. 1 Horace Walpole met him at ' dull Holbach's,' and the abbe* at once began to tease him across the table as to the English colonies. "Walpole knew as little about them as he knew about Coptic, so he made signs to his tor- mentor that he was deaf. On another occasion Eaynal dined at Strawberry Hill, and mortified the vanity of his host by looking at none of its wonders himself, and keeping up such a fire of talk and cross-examination as to prevent anybody else from looking at them. 1 There never was such an impertinent and tiresome old gossip,' cried our own gossip. 2 Eaynal failed to give better men than Horace Wal- pole the sense of power. When his greatest work took the public by storm, nobody would believe that he had written it. Just as in the case of the System of Nature, so people set down the History of the Indies to Diderot, and even the most moderate critics insisted that he had at any rate written not less than one-third of it. Many less conspicuous scribes were believed to have been Eaynal's drudges. We can have no difficulty in supposing that so bulky a work engaged many hands. There is no unity of composition, no equal scale, no regularity of proportion ; on the con- trary, rhapsody and sober description, history and moral disquisition, commerce, law, physics, and meta- 1 Morellet, i. 221. 2 Walpole's Gorresp., vL 147 and 445. VOL. ir. 226 RAYNACS HISTORY OF THE INDIES. physics are all poured in, almost as if by hazard. We seem to watch half a dozen writers, each dealing with matters according to his own individual taste and his own peculiar kind of knowledge. Indeed, it is a curious and most interesting feature in the literary activity of France in the eighteenth century, that the egoism and vanity of authorship were reduced by the conditions of the time to a lower degree than in any other generation since letters were invented. The suppression of self by the Jesuits was hardly more complete than the suppression of self by the most brilliant and effective of the insurgents against Jesuitry. Such intimate association as exists in our day between a given book and a given per- sonality, was then thoroughly shaken by the constant necessity for secrecy. As we have seen, people hardly knew who set up that momentous landmark, the System of Nature. Voltaire habitually and vehemently denied every one of his most character- istic pieces, and though in the buzz of Parisian gossip the right name was surely hit upon for such unique performances as Voltaire's, yet the fame was far too broken and uncertain to reward his vanity, if the better part of himself had not been fully and sin- cerely engaged in public objects in which vanity had no part. Eousseau was an exception, but then Rous- seau was in truth a reactionist, and not a loyal member of the great company of reformers. As for Diderot, he valued the author's laurel so cheaply, as we have seen, that with a gigantic heedlessness and RAYNAIJS HISTORY OF THE INDIES. 227 Saturnian weariness of the plaudits or hisses of the audience, while supremely interested in the deeper movements of the tragi-comic drama of the world, he left some of his masterpieces lying unknown in forgotten chests. Again, in the case of the Encyclo- paedia, as we have also seen, Turgot as well as less eminent men bargained that their names should not be made public. Wherever a telling blow was to be dealt with the sword, or a new stone to be laid with the trowel, men were always found ready to spend themselves and be spent, without taking thought whether their share in the work should be nicely measured and publicly identified, or absorbed and lost in the whole of which it was a part. Whatever may have been the secret of the author- ship of Eaynal's book, and whether or no even the general conception of such a performance was due to Eaynal, it is at least certain that the original author, whoever he may have been, divined a re- markable literary opportunity. This divination is in authorship what felicity of experiment is to the scientific discoverer. The book came into immediate vogue. It was published in 1772 ; a second edition was demanded within a couple of years, and it is computed that more than twenty editions, as well as countless pirated versions, were exhausted before the universal curiosity and interest were satisfied. As the subject took the writer over the whole world, so he -found readers in every part of the habitable globe. And among them were men for whom destiny had Q 2 228 RAYNALS HISTORY OF THE INDIES. lofty parts in store. Zeal carried one young reader so far that he collected all the boldest passages into a single volume, and published it as I? Esprit de Raynal; an achievement for which, as he was a member of a religious congregation, he afterwards got into some trouble. 1 Franklin read and admired the book in London. Black Toussaint Louverture in his slave- cabin at Hayti laboriously spelled his way through its pages, and found in their story of the wrongs of his race and their passionate appeal against slavery, the first definite expression of thoughts which had already been dimly stirred in his generous spirit by the brutalities that were every day enacted under his eyes. Gibbon solemnly immortalised Eaynal by describing him, in one of the great chapters of the Decline and Fall, as a writer who ' with a just confi- dence had prefixed to his own history the honourable epithets of political and philosophical.' 2 Robertson, whose excellent History of America, covering part of Eaynal's ground, was not published until 1777, com- plimented Eaynal on his ingenuity and eloquence, and reproduced some of Eaynal's historical speculations. 3 Frederick the Great began to read it, and for some days spoke enthusiastically to his French satellites at dinner of its eloquence and reason. All at once he be- came silent, and he never spoke a word about the book again. He had suddenly come across half a dozen pages of vigorous rhapsodizing, delivered for his own good : 1 Hdouin, by name. ' Ch. xxi. 3 Wwks, xii. 189 (Edition of 1&22). RAYNAL'S HISTORY OF THE INDIES. 229 1 Frederick, Frederick ! thou wast gifted by nature with a bold and lively imagination, a curiosity that knew no bounds, a passion for industry. Hu- manity, everywhere in chains, everywhere cast down, wiped away her tears at the sight of thy earliest labours, and seemed to find a solace for all her woes in the hope of finding in thee her avenger. On the dread theatre of war thy swiftness, skill, and order amazed all nations. Thou wast regarded as the model of warrior-kings. There exists a still more glorious name ; the name of citizen king. . . . Once more open thy heart to the noble and virtuous sentiments that were the delight of thy young days.' He then rebukes Frederick for keeping money locked up in his military chest, instead of throwing it into circulation, for his violent and arbitrary administration, and for the excessive imposts under which his people groaned. 1 Dare still more ; give rest to the earth. Let the au- thority of thy mediation, and the power of thy arms, force peace on the restless nations. The universe is the only country of a great man, and the only theatre for thy genius; become then the benefactor of nations.' l In after days, when Eaynal visited Berlin, over- flowing with vanity and self-importance, he succeeded with some difficulty in procuring an interview with the King, and then Frederick took his revenge. He told Eaynal that years ago he had read the history of the Stadtholderate, and of the English Parliament. Eaynal modestly interposed that since those days he 1 Book v. 31. 230 RAYNALS HISTORY OF THE INDIES. had written more important works. ' I dorft know themj said the king, in a tone that closed the subject. 1 More disinterested persons than Frederick set as low a value on Raynal's performance. One writer even compares the book to a quack mounted on a waggon, retailing to the gaping crowd a number of common- places against despotism and religion, without a single curious thing about them except their hardihood. 2 But the instinct of the gaping crowd was sound. Measured by the standard and requirements of modern science, Eaynal's history is no high achievement. It may perhaps be successfully contended that the true conception of history has on the whole gone back, rather than advanced, within the last hundred years. There have been many signs in our own day of its becoming narrow, pedantic, and trivial. It threatens to degenerate from a broad survey of great periods and movements of human societies, into vast and countless accumulations of insignificant facts, sterile knowledge, and frivolous antiquarianism, in which the spirit of epochs is lost, and the direction, meaning, and summary of the various courses of human history all disappear. Voltaire's Essai sur les Mmirs shows a perfectly true notion of what kind of history is worth either writing or reading. Eobert- 1 TJiielault, iii. 172 ; where there is a long and most disparaging account of Baynal, by no means incredible, though we must remember that a com- petent judge has pronounced Thiebault to be ' stupid, incorrect, and the prey of stupidities.' 2 Senac dc Meilhan, 123. RAYNAUS HISTORY OF THE INDIES. 231 son's View of the Progress of Society in Europe from the Fall of the Roman Empire to the Sixteenth Century is with, all its imperfections admirably just, sensible, and historic in its whole scope and treatment. Eaynal himself, though far below such writers as Voltaire and Eobertson in judgment and temper, yet is not without a luminous breadth of outlook, and does not forget the superior importance of the effect of events on European development, over any possible number of minute particularities in the events themselves. He does not forget, for instance, in describing the Portuguese conquests in the East Indies, to point out that the most remarkable and momentous thing about them was the check that they inflicted on the growth of the Ottoman Power, at a moment in European history when the Christian states were least able to resist, and least likely to combine against the designs of Solyman. 1 This is really the observation best worth making about the Portuguese conquests, and it illustrates Eaynal' s habit, and the habit of the good minds of that century, of incessantly measuring events by their consequences to western enlightenment and freedom, and of dropping out of sight irrelevancies of detail. This signal merit need not blind us to Eaynal's shortcomings in the other direction. There are very few dates. The total absence of references and authorities was condemned by Gibbon as l the un- 1 Book i. 7. Eobertson works out this reflection in his Historical Disqui- sition concerning Ancient India, iv. 8. 232 RA YNAUS HISTOR Y OF THE INDIES. pardonable blemish of what is otherwise a most entertaining book.' There is no criticism. As Eaynal was a mere literary compiler, it was not to be expected that he should rise above the common deficiencies in the thought and methods of his time. It was not to be expected that he should deal with the various groups of phenomena among primitive races in the scientific spirit of modern anthropology. It is true that he was contemporary with De Brosses, who ranks among the founders of the study of the origins of human culture. One sentence of De Brosses would have warned Eaynal against a vicious method, which made nearly all that was written about primitive men by him and everybody else of the same school, utterly false, worthless, and deluding. c It is not in possibilities,' said De Brosses, ' it is in man himself that we must study man : it is not for us to imagine what man might have done, or ought to have done, but to observe what he did.' Of the origin and growth of a myth, for example, Eaynal had no rational idea. "When he found a myth, what he did was to reduce it to the terms of human action, and then coolly to describe it as historical. The ancient Peruvian legend that laws and arts had been brought to their land by two divine children of the Sun, Manco-Capac and his sister-wife Manca-Oello, is transformed into a grave and prosaic narrative, in which Manco-Capac's achievements are minutely described with as much assurance as if that sage had been Frederick the Great or Pombal, or any states- RAYNAL'S HISTORY OF THE INDIES. 233 man living before the eyes of the writer. Endless illustrations, some of them amusing enough, might be given of this Euhemeristic fashion of dealing with the primitive legends of human infancy. On the other hand, if Eaynal turns myth into history, he constantly resorts to the opposite method, and turns the hard prose of real life into doubtful poetry. If he reduces the demi-gods to men, he delights also in surrounding savage men with the joyous conditions of the pastoral demi-gods. He can never resist an opportunity of introducing an idyll. It was the fashion of the time, begun by Eousseau and perfected by the author of Paul and Virginia. The taste for idylls of savage life had at least one V < ' merit; it was a way of teaching people that the life of savages is something normal, systematic, co- herent, and not mere chaos, formless and void, unre- lated to the life of civilisation. A recent traveller had given an account of an annual ceremony in China, which Eaynal borrowed without acknowledg- ment. 1 M. Poivre' had described how the Emperor once every year went forth into the fields, and there with his own hand guided the plough as it traced the long furrows. Eaynal elaborated this formality into a characteristic rhapsody on peace, simplicity, plenty, and the father of his people. As a caustic critic of M. Poivre remarked, if a Chinese traveller had 1 Voyages d'un PhilosopJic,