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which the scope is least intelligible, and the sa- sense have borne fruit, and admirable fruit. It cred character the least apparent. It reads to is the source of mystical religious poetry—a pome like a collection of mere amatory songs.

etry which has consoled the sorrows, and puriRénan. Of course the Christian interpretation fied and exalted the devotion, of millions. in which Solomon is Christ, and the Shulamite is, according to Protestants, the Church; and ac- HUGO'S “LES MISÉRABLES." cording to Catholics, the Holy Virgin ; and the

Duvergier came in. We talked of Victor Rabbinical interpretation, according to which

Hugo's " "Misérables.” the two lovers represent the human intellect in

Thiers. It is detestable. The spirit is bad; love with wisdom, are indescribably absurd. I the plan is bad ; and the execution is bad. believe with Ewald and Hitzig that it is a purely

Duvergier. It contains some very fine passecular poem; but I also believe with them that

sages. it is a moral drama, that it represents the resist

Thiers. You are a heretic. You have a taste ance of a country-girl taken from her lover into the harem of Solomon, and her triumph and re

for strongly-seasoned meats. I believe that you turn to her lover. I believe the principal dra- could eat high venison. I am almost inclined to

think that


read Michelet. matis persone to be the Shulamite girl, the lover, and Solomon, with a chorus consisting some

Duvergier. Ought I to be burned if I do?

Thiers. Perhaps not burned, only scorched. times of the women of the harem, sometimes of the inhabitants of Jerusalem, and sometimes of

I reserve perfect burning for those who can read

Victor Hugo. the villagers of Shulam. In my book I have attempted to divide it into

IDOLIZATION OF STYLE BY THE acts and scenes, and to assign his part to each

FRENCH. character. It is without doubt most inartificial ; the story is obscurely hinted at. The changes Senior. When Louis Napoleon wrote the of scene are abrupt and incapable of actual rep- “Idées Napoléoniennes ” he was already a pracresentation. Sometimes the actor tells what he ticed writer. He had been for years writing in is supposed to be doing.

the Pas du Calais journal, “ Le Progrès.” It is It seems to me that the poem is a libretto not seldom that a writer improves much after he is intended to be read, but to be the framework fifty. The only instance of an English writer of an entertainment consisting of song, dancing, that I recollect is that of Dr. Johnson, whose declamation, and recitation-perhaps to be acted best-written work, “The Lives of the Poets," at a marriage. With all its defects, however, it was written after he was seventy. is one of the most valuable specimens of Semitic Maury. That may be the case in England, poetry. Without it we should not have known where you enjoy a language freer from arbitrary that the stiff, austere, Jewish character was ca- restraints and idioms than ours is, and where you pable of tenderness. We should have had no prefer the substance to the form. La forme is picture of real love, founded on early intimacy, our idol. It resembles cookery. The best meat resisting the temptations of a court. We should ill cooked is uneatable. Inferior meat well cooked have had no pictures of the village life and the may be delicious. We have been at work refinvillage scenery of Palestine.

ing our style, introducing into it des malices et Senior. We should have had Ruth.

des délicatesses, until to write perfect French is Rénan. Ruth is charming; but it is not de- the acquisition of only a long life. Our best scriptive. It contains nothing equal to the beau- writers—Voltaire, for instance—have gone on ty and feeling of the picture of early spring in improving till they died. We spend much of Canticles :

what you would call useless labor on style. We

omit ideas worth preserving, because we can not Lo, the winter is past,

express them with perfect elegance. We are The rain is over and gone,

sometimes in the state of a man speaking a forThe flowers appear on the earth, The time of the singing of birds is come,

eign language, qui ne dit pas ce qu'il veut, mais The voice of the turtle is heard,

ce qu'il peut, but we have created a literature The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs.

which will live, for it is the style, not the mat

Good matter ill The vines with their tender grapes give a good smell; ter, which preserves a book. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.”

expressed is taken possession of by a master of

style, and reproduced in a readable form, and Even the Christian perversions of its real then the first writer is forgotten.





ment of the Khedive, had led to complications

which necessitated the sending of a safe agent to MIRACLE that I never dared to conceive. London and Paris. The Khedive had designated no, I will tell you all calmly, so as to prove to absent two or three months. myself that I do not dream.

Two months, Martha! It is safety; it is Three days passed, during which my father hope! I could scarcely conceal my delight. My only spent a moment with me, declaring that father saw, though, that this delay which he grave public affairs engrossed his time. I saw feared to inform me of was received without that he was serious and preoccupied, but in the much regret; but he laid it to the score of my midst of my own torments I had accepted, with- good sense, and thanked me for relieving his out trying to fathom, the excuse he thought fit anxiety by showing myself so brave. He then to make. This morning he entered, his counte- frankly confided his personal fears to me; for, nance so disturbed under the calm he assumed though my marriage would not be prevented, the that I went to meet him with uneasiness. He fall of Mohammed would be very disastrous to kissed me with a sort of nervous effusion, and, us all. An idea occurred to me. drawing me to the divan, sat down near me;

“Then, father,” I said smiling, “it will be there, buried in a strange silence, he drew a time for us to believe in the folly of Farideh and cigarette from a golden case, and began to roll attach ourselves to “ Young Egypt.'” it between his fingers, forgetting to light it. In

“Farideh is a fool!” spite of my own weakness and fever, I under- “Not such a fool after all, since she turns stood that something extraordinary had occurred, toward the sun. Why can not we, also, incline and that the embarrassed manner of my father ourselves to the star which rises ?” was but the prelude to bad news. I was making

“ Child,” he answered, more seriously, “you up my mind to question him, when suddenly know nothing of these questions and divisions. raising his head and throwing away his cigar- If the old party falls, it drags us down with it. ette

The new party will only be our enemy." “My poor child,” he said, “I come to entreat “Eh, well !" I replied lightly, “ I will be the you to be brave."

link to unite you." At this opening I thought of some misfortune He looked at me in surprise, and could not to Ali.

help smiling “I am brave, father," I answered.

“Do you know that you are a great diplomaHe looked at me some seconds; then, in a tist?" he said. sad tone

Immediately after he left, I sent this note to “We are threatened with a great annoyance, my poor Hassan : Miriam, and you are the one who will feel it most

“Let us hope! I love you!" deeply. Yet it is one of those necessities to which we are compelled to submit. Your marriage with Mohammed is a happiness to us all, but an

XXI. unforeseen circumstance will delay it."

THERE are some extreme resolutions which My father, deceived by my emotion, and with one can not retract, and which settle the fate of a numberless precautions, introduced the subject lifetime. The die is cast, my dear Martha, and of his anxieties of the last few days, which are by this avowal of my love I arm myself against nothing less than the fear of a political change any cowardly weakness. Let what may happen which would drag us all down in a common dis- now, I can never be the wife of Mohammed. grace.

Whether he rises or falls, I have dug a ditch be"Nothing is yet lost," he said warmly. “Mo- tween us. I have sacrificed a future and a forhammed is a man to struggle to the end. Even tune. I would, if needful, brave my father's if he falls, he will rise again. Only, I repeat, it is commands, for I no longer belong to myself. all very serious."

How can I describe to you the wild intoxication A wild hope rose in my mind. I questioned of Hassan's letter, answering this cry of my soul him, and learned that very serious embarrass- that could be repressed no longer, and the enments, caused by the party hostile to the govern- chanted amazement of that poor heart scarcely daring to contemplate the happiness which made her lamentations, which my calm manner of takhim dizzy ?

ing things often renders very bitter. She has sevIf you could have seen him the next morning eral times sharply reproved me for this indifferwhen I passed, accompanied by Saïda, the road ence. “In truth, my dear Miriam, any one would blessed by our furtive meetings, where so many suppose that you were ignorant of our annoysweet emotions agitated me against my will ! ances, yet they affect your lover, your husband—” What delicious and agitating memories, of which In fact, notwithstanding all my attempts to I taste all the joys without regret, confident now bend to a dissimulation which I know is an imin regard to the future! As the carriage bore us perative necessity, I feel that my countenance, on toward the desert, I dropped a spray of our my voice, my entire being, betray the secret of flower at his feet. When we returned he was my heart. Is not this trouble of my people a still there, and I saw him raise the jasmine to his hope to me? lips. I felt as though I had received a kiss. With her native penetration, Hosnah, though,

My dear, these heroes with grand souls have seems to suspect that something unlooked for is the charming timidity of a child when a woman's happening. From her rep eated questions about eye rests upon them. He does not even under- Adilah, I understand that she suspects the visstand that, in confessing she loves him, the Prin- its I secretly make, and that she wishes to surcess Gulnare has resolved to be his wife, and free prise me. The other day when I accompanied herself for his sake. As in the legend of the Saïda to the bazaar, a very strange thing happoor Hafiz, who dies of his love with a smile pened. As we got out of the carriage to enter upon his lips and looking at the sky, he does not the shop, my little step-mother called my attenseem to foresee a hope of other happiness than tion to a negro in the street, who was carelessthat of seeing me afar off, and knowing that I ly smoking. We went away again before he love him. If you could read his adorable letters, moved. where through an extreme delicacy, as though he “I think he is one of Hosnah's eunuchs," she did not wish to recall a bond I broke to be his, said. he never gives me any name but Gulnare, which Soon the same man appeared not far from touchingly recalls all that separates us. “ From us. After all, Saida was not very certain that this hour,” he wrote, “my life is yours; I await she recognized him, and it might be by accident your disposition of it." By a charming sympathy that in the windings of the bazaar this lounger I never address him but as Hafiz, in this history should meet us again. We returned to Chimilah of love that we are continuing. What joy, what without giving this incident any further thought; transport I shall feel when, free from this horrible yet I spoke of it to Ali, who advised me not to engagement, I shall go to him with my offered go near poor Adilah for several days. But of hand!

what consequence to me are these suspicions Certainly all this is madness. I comprehend, of my sister? Nearly every morning a letter without your reproaches, that I have risked the from my poet brings me happiness and life. peace of my future life in this love, unknown to How sweet is this name of Gulnare to me! My every one, and which binds me for ever. What dear, he had seen me; he knew me before this matters that ? Hassan loves me. I will live, if encounter on the bank of the Nile—the traitor ! needful, sharing his miseries, his dangers, and his A little opening among the leaves at the window struggles. Who can tell, then, if by some change had betrayed my espionage, which he observed of fortune or of parties I may not become a from a retreat. Hence the explanation of the guarantee of safety for my family? My father mystery, and of his audacity in throwing the is too subtile a politician for us to despair of spray of jasmine into my carriage. He had recshaking his will on the day when, his allies van- ognized me, and “avenged himself,” as Adilah quished, our ruin is assured. You are amazed ? said. Judge how I scolded him for his perfidy. Well, yes ; it is true—I conspire.

Not much, though-the window is walled up. The departure of Mohammed, as you may To strengthen my confidence still more, I imagine, has caused a certain confusion in the have had another conversation with my father, harem. First, all the wedding preparations are in which I won a second victory. put a stop to, and it is a pity to see the despair How comes on your business?" I inquired of Saïda, who had made a fête of gifts of tur- with an interest which was assumed. quoise solitaires. The grand lady herself emerges “The accounts are bad," he replied with the from her idle apathy to keep herself au cou- unreserve he exhibits to me alone. “They have rant to outside affairs. My father's look of anx- given Mohammed a very difficult negotiation, and, iety proves his uneasiness. Ali comes every day whatever be his talents, I doubt if he will be sucto Chimilah, and makes no secret of his fears. cessful. His absence leaves the field open to inStill devoted to me, my Sister Hosnah is loud in fluences which his presence destroyed.” He con

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tinued in this confidential strain, showing how a profound silence reigned: the workers had not discouraged he felt, and trembling for the hopes yet returned from the fields; the village was so long encouraged. In this country of intrigues empty. I seated myself upon a mound, my back "les absens ont toujours tort.” On every side resting against a banana-tree, the child playing they circumvent the Khedive, who is already too at my feet. much inclined to lend his ear to calumnies.

There are hours and places and lights which I listened trembling with joy. Without my subdue us, and which mingle with our most intifather's telling me, it was very evident that this mate sensations. I repeated the words of Samarriage, wished for above all in view of our lome. Loved ! Yes, I was. I also love with all fortune, would never take place in case of Mo- my soul and all my strength. I believed in the hammed's being checkmated, for he would share beautiful future promised by this fellahine, under the general disgrace.

this sky so sweet, this peace which seemed made With all the tact I possessed, feigning to sac- for me to listen to my own heart. I had almost rifice everything to the family interests, I took forgotten where I was. Twilight, so rapid in very seriously this question, scarcely broached a Egypt, announced itself by darker touches; the day—though, in truth, enchanted.

tone accentuated itself, passing from mauve to “Happily," I insinuated gently, “this forced sapphire, the red becoming crimson. Suddenly delay, which has suspended all our plans, can be a man came from one of the huts: it was Hasof service to us. Mohammed himself will learn san. It was impossible that he should not see that he can not drag you down in his fall. Loy- me just before him, and only a few steps off. At alty makes it only his duty to release you from a the sight of a hanum he raised his eyes. He promise that affairs now would make it danger- was astonished at first, but, on seeing the child, ous for you to keep. Can you doubt his gen- his pale face became crimson. Doubtful about erosity, of which you have boasted so many recognizing me under my veil, he was continuing times ?”

his walk. I said a word to Mansour and pointed Then, with infinite precaution, I ventured to to him; and the child sprang to him with a cry hint at a rupture. My father did not stop me. of joy. Is not allowing such an event to be discussed We were alone, as if lost in this adorable soliequivalent to admitting its possibility ?


He approached. I have seen my dear Hafiz again, and I have “How do you happen to be here?” I inspoken to him.

quired. Do not scold for a poor little adventure, for • I have some fields below," he replied ;“ these which chance alone is guilty.

huts are those of my fellahs. I came to visit one I went out with Nazly and Mansour, and as of the unhappy ones who had his leg broken the end of our drive I decided to take the child yesterday.” to his mother's house. In her gratitude the Standing near me, he looked at me in surguayari wished to tell my fortune this time. prise, not daring to question me. I wished to She entreated me to give her my hand. Has she show myself the bravest. seen or divined anything? Her devotion to me ." Why do you not speak of ourselves ? " I gives in her eyes an azure tint to the skies of my faltered. future. When she had arranged her shells, scat- Touched, he was about to answer me. At tered her sand, and read in her old parchment this moment the guttural music of an Arab chant books, she looked at me with delight.

warned us that people were approaching. You love—you are loved," she said, “and “These are my fellahs returning," he said. long days of happiness are in store for you!" I furtively held out my hand; he placed his

In spite of my incredulity, these words made lips upon it and retreated. That was all. my heart beat. Nazly having in her turn drawn I could see him surrounded by his men and her into a serious consultation, I left them, taking women, who prostrated themselves nearly at his Mansour, who led me toward the deserted huts feet with the signs of humility habitual to the shaded by great sycamores.

unfortunate serfs. I soon found myself in a little grove of palm- Nazly scolded me when I reappeared. She trees. An opal tint of infinite shades crowned was rather uneasy, for this flight, if surprised by the lofty summit of the trees, and threw golden one of the eunuchs, would have cost me a severe spots upon the white sand. I went on in this lecture from my father. I softened her by a calight which seems, just before expiring, to repeat ress; I felt so happy. the splendor of dawn. I reached thus, without That same evening my sister Hosnah, apropos noticing it, a cluster of huts which seemed to to what, I can not remember, not finding me sufbelong to some farm. In this corner of the oasis ficiently attentive to her grievances, gave me


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some thrusts which I received with the patient little note fall at his feet, in which I would arindifference the intoxication of the soul gives. range a meeting for the same evening in Zourah's Her wrath increased; then, after some reproaches garden. to which I listened unmoved, she said to me When evening came I went, accompanied by abruptly :

Nazly, as if for my usual drive to Choubrah. “You see Adilah, and from her comes the After the warm day, the cool shade had attracted advice that will ruin you. Take care !"

numerous equipages. I was in advance of the I could not help blushing. Is this only a hour. I wished to be seen there, and, above all, guess ?-or has instinct guided her? She did not to excite the suspicion of the eunuchs. When not utter more then, as if she feared having I had made several turns, seemingly weary of the been premature.

crowd and noise, I gave the order to follow the

bank of the Nile. I sought this solitude too I let the time pass. During the month that often for them to suspect anything in this desire. Mohammed has been absent, although they try The house of Zourah being near the road, none to hide it from me, I know by Hosnah's temper of my people could be surprised if we took a that affairs are going on badly in London. fancy to stop there for a few moments on our re


We were soon beyond the town. Breathless,

oppressed, but very resolute, I thought that night A TERRIBLE blow! Mohammed has re- a new era of my life would begin. I would yield turned! He had succeeded in his mission ; and, myself up to this love which possessed me. I warned of what is plotted against him, he sud- was going to the husband whom I had sworn denly returned to Cairo.

to take for guide and master, and to confide to His arrival will reëstablish his influence. his hands the defense of our mutual happiness. Struck with consternation, I could not utter a Trembling at the idea of seeing him again after word, and could scarcely restrain my tears. My our exchange of the vows which linked our two father joyously announced that he would visit me souls, I felt a nameless proud joy at this first act to-morrow.

of submission to so haughty a will—to this poor, When left alone, I collected my ideas : there grand heart, until now so humble and timid in was no longer time for cowardly procrastination. his patient and resigned adoration. On this The hope I had built upon the fall of Mohammed grand appeal our destiny depended. What he to bring about a rupture that the interests of my decided on should be done. In spite of my fafamily would justify, was extinguished at once, ther, I should obey him. leaving me face to face with the implacable real- The hour came at length when we retook the ity. I could hesitate no longer; I must acknowl- road to return to Chimilah ; then, when we reached edge all to my father, and declare my resolution Zourah's house, I ordered the carriage to stop, of refusing the marriage I had agreed on. I and got out with Nazly. The night was clear, thought a long time, seeking an exit from this and we were only a few steps from the mansion, frightful gulf which I wished to leave, living or when I seemed to see a man who was walking dead, but worthy of myself, and of Hassan whom on the road suddenly hide himself in a bush. My I loved. I nerved myself with courage, and, sup- heart beat wildly. In a flash I recalled the day ported by my love, felt very firm and decided. when Saida had recognized, several times followYet reflection came to me to make me act pru- ing us, a slave of Hosnah's. dently. Would it not be the ruin of my poor

Assailed by a horrible presentiment, and exile to mention him to my father? Had I the throwing around me a glance of terror, I perright, in this struggle upon which our two lives ceived not far behind us, on the same road we depended, not to make an appeal for his aid, his had come over, a coach which had stopped like advice-his wishes ? I would confide all to him, ours, and was waiting. crying, "Save me-save us!” Whatever he di- What if, having seen me at Choubrah, Hosrected I would do without fear, without hesita-, nah had followed me? A prey to terror, my tion, without weakness.

first thought was to fly, but Nazly was already at But the peril was pressing. Before the odi- the door with Zourah, and I knew Hassan was ous interview of to-morrow, all must be ended. there. They doubtless wished to surprise us. How should I write and consult with Hassan ? The pitiless executions of the harem recurred to Hiding outside of Cairo, would he receive my my mind. They would perhaps kill him. Yet message in time ? Could he answer me in the to give a hint, to hesitate a moment, would hopefleeting moments that remained ?

lessly ruin us. I entered, and the door closed My plan was soon decided. At the hour behind me. when I met him daily on the road, I would let a “He is here, is he not?" I asked.

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