第43章 JASMIN'S RECITATIONS IN PARIS.(2)

His visit to Neuilly was made on the 24th of May,1842.He was graciously received by the royal family.The Duchess of Orleans took her seat beside him.She read the verse in Gascon which had been engraved on the pedestal of the statue at Nerac,erected to the memory of Henry IV.The poet was surprised as well as charmed by her condescension."What,Madame,"he exclaimed,"you speak the patois?""El jou tabe"(and I also),said Louis Philippe,who came and joined the Princess and the poet.Never was Jasmin more pleased than when he heard the words of the King at such a moment.

Jasmin was placed quite at his ease by this gracious reception.

The King and the Duchess united in desiring him to recite some of his poetry.He at once complied with their request,and recited his Caritat and L'Abuglo ('The Blind Girl').

After this the party engaged in conversation.

Jasmin,by no means a courtier,spoke of the past,of Henry IV.and especially of Napoleon--"L'Ampereur,"as he described him.

Jasmin had,in the first volume of his 'Papillotos,'written some satirical pieces on the court and ministers of Louis Philippe.His friends wished him to omit these pieces from the new edition of his works,which was about to be published;but he would not consent to do so."I must give my works,"he said,"just as they were composed;their suppression would be a negation of myself,and an act of adulation unworthy of any true-minded man."Accordingly they remained in the 'Papillotos.'

Before he left the royal party,the Duchess of Orleans presented Jasmin with a golden pin,ornamented with pearls and diamonds;and the King afterwards sent him,as a souvenir of his visit to the Court,a beautiful gold watch,ornamented with diamonds.

Notwithstanding the pleasure of this visit,Jasmin,as with a prophetic eye,saw the marks of sorrow upon the countenance of the King,who was already experiencing the emptiness of human glory.Scarcely had Jasmin left the palace when he wrote to his friend Madame de Virens,at Agen:"On that noble face I could see,beneath the smile,the expression of sadness;so that from to-day I can no longer say:'Happy as a King.'"Another entertainment,quite in contrast with his visit to the King,was the banquet which Jasmin received from the barbers and hair-dressers of Paris.He there recited the verses which he had written in their honour.M.Boisjoslin[1]says that half the barbers of Paris are Iberiens.For the last three centuries,in all the legends and anecdotes,the barber is always a Gascon.

The actor,the singer,often came from Provence,but much oftener from Gascony:that is the country of la parole.

During Jasmin's month at Paris he had been unable to visit many of the leading literary men;but he was especially anxious to see M.Chateaubriand,the father of modern French literature.

Jasmin was fortunate in finding Chateaubriand at home,at 112Rue du Bac.He received Jasmin with cordiality."I know you intimately already,"said the author of the 'Genius of Christianity;'"my friends Ampere and Fauriel have often spoken of you.They understand you,they love and admire you.They acknowledge your great talent,'though they have long since bade their adieu to poetry;you know poets are very wayward,"he added,with a sly smile."You have a happy privilege,my dear sir:when our age turns prosy,you have but to take your lyre,in the sweet country of the south,and resuscitate the glory of the Troubadours.They tell me,that in one of your recent journeys you evoked enthusiastic applause,and entered many towns carpeted with flowers.Ah,mon Dieu,we can never do that with our prose!""Ah,dear sir,"said Jasmin,"you have achieved much more glory than I.Without mentioning the profound respect with which all France regards you,posterity and the world will glorify you.""Glory,indeed,"replied Chateaubriand,with a sad smile.

"What is that but a flower that fades and dies;but speak to me of your sweet south;it is beautiful.I think of it,as of Italy;indeed it sometimes seems to me better than that glorious country!"Notwithstanding his triumphant career at Paris,Jasmin often thought of Agen,and of his friends and relations at home.

"Oh,my wife,my children,my guitar,my workshop,my papillotos,my pleasant Gravier,my dear good friends,with what pleasure Ishall again see you."That was his frequent remark in his letters to Agen.He was not buoyed up by the praises he had received.He remained,as usual,perfectly simple in his thoughts,ways,and habits;and when the month had elapsed,he returned joyfully to his daily work at Agen.

Jasmin afterwards described the recollections of his visit in his 'Voyage to Paris'(Moun Bouyatage a Paris).It was a happy piece of poetry;full of recollections of the towns and departments through which he journeyed,and finally of his arrival in Paris.Then the wonders of the capital,the crowds in the streets,the soldiers,the palaces,the statues and columns,the Tuileries where the Emperor had lived.

"I pass,and repass,not a soul I know,Not one Agenais in this hurrying crowd;No one salutes or shakes me by the hand."

And yet,he says,what a grand world it is!how tasteful!how fashionable!There seem to be no poor.They are all ladies and gentlemen.Each day is a Sabbath;and under the trees the children play about the fountains.So different from Agen!

He then speaks of his interview with Louis Philippe and the royal family,his recital of L'Abuglo before "great ladies,great writers,lords,ministers,and great savants;"and he concludes his poem with the words:"Paris makes me proud,but Agen makes me happy."The poem is full of the impressions of his mind at the time--simple,clear,naive.It is not a connected narrative,nor a description of what he saw,but it was full of admiration of Paris,the centre of France,and,as Frenchmen think,of civilisation.It is the simple wonder of the country cousin who sees Paris for the first time--the city that had so long been associated with his recollections of the past.And perhaps he seized its more striking points more vividly than any regular denizen of the capital.

Footnotes for Chapter XII.

[1]'Les Peuples de la France:Ethnographie Nationale.'(Didier.)