第7章

haveseenitintheAcademy;IhaveseenitinthelastFrenchExposition,excellentlydonebyBloomer;inablack-and-whitebyMr。A。Henley,itonceadornedthisessayinthepagesoftheMAGAZINEOFART。Long-sufferingbridge!AndifyouvisitGretzto-morrow,youshallfindanothergeneration,campedatthebottomofChevillon\'sgardenundertheirwhiteumbrellas,anddoggedlypaintingitagain。

Thebridgetakenforgranted,GretzisalessinspiringplacethanBarbizon。IgiveitthepalmoverCernay。ThereissomethingghastlyinthegreatemptyvillagesquareofCernay,withtheinntablesstandinginonecorner,asthoughthestageweresetforrusticopera,andintheearlymorningallthepaintersbreakingtheirfastuponwhitewineunderthewindowsofthevillagers。ItisvastlydifferenttoawakeinGretz,togodownthegreeninn-

garden,tofindtheriverstreamingthroughthebridge,andtoseethedawnbeginacrossthepoplaredlevel。Themealsarelaidinthecoolarbour,underflutteringleaves。Thesplashofoarsandbathers,thebathingcostumesouttodry,thetrimcanoesbesidethejetty,tellofasocietythathasaneyetopleasure。Thereis\"somethingtodo\"atGretz。Perhaps,forthatveryreason,Icanrecallnosuchenduringardours,nosuchgloriesofexhilaration,asamongthesolemngrovesanduneventfulhoursofBarbizon。This\"somethingtodo\"isagreatenemytojoy;itisawayoutofit;

youwreakyourhighspiritsonsomecut-and-dryemployment,andbeholdthemgone!ButGretzisamerryplaceafteritskind:

prettytosee,merrytoinhabit。Thecourseofitspellucidriver,whetherupordown,isfullofgentleattractionsforthenavigator:islandedreed-mazeswhere,inautumn,theredberriescluster;themirroredandinvertedimagesoftrees,lilies,andmills,andthefoamandthunderofweirs。Andofallnoblesweepsofroadway,noneisnobler,onawindydusk,thanthehighroadtoNemoursbetweenitslinesoftalkingpoplar。

ButevenGretzischanged。Theoldinn,longshoredandtrussedandbuttressed,fellatlengthunderthemereweightofyears,andtheplaceasitwasisbutafadingimageinthememoryofformerguests。They,indeed,recalltheancientwoodenstair;theyrecalltherainyevening,thewidehearth,theblazeofthetwigfire,andthecompanythatgatheredroundthepillarinthekitchen。Butthematerialfabricisnowdust;soon,withthelastofitsinhabitants,itsverymemoryshallfollow;andthey,intheirturn,shallsufferthesamelaw,and,bothinnameandlineament,vanishfromtheworldofmen。\"Forremembranceoftheoldhouse\'sake,\"

asPepysoncequaintlyputit,letmetellonestory。WhenthetideofinvasionsweptoverFrance,twoforeignpainterswereleftstrandedandpennilessinGretz;andthere,untilthewarwasover,theChevillonsungrudginglyharbouredthem。Itwasdifficulttoobtainsupplies;butthetwowaifswerestillwelcometothebest,satdowndailywiththefamilytotable,andatthedueintervalsweresuppliedwithcleannapkins,whichtheyscrupledtoemploy。

MadameChevillonobservedthefactandreprimandedthem。Buttheystoodfirm;eattheymust,buthavingnomoneytheywouldsoilnonapkins。

VI

NemoursandMoret,foralltheyaresopicturesque,havebeenlittlevisitedbypainters。Theyare,indeed,toopopulous;theyhavemannersoftheirown,andmightresistthedrasticprocessofcolonisation。Montignyhasbeensomewhatstrangelyneglected,I

neverknewitinhabitedbutonce,whenWillH。LowinstalledhimselftherewithabarrelofPIQUETTE,andentertainedhisfriendsinaleafytrellisabovetheweir,insightofthegreencountryandtothemusicofthefallingwater。Itwasamostairy,quaint,andpleasantplaceofresidence,justtoorustictobestagey;andfrommymemoriesoftheplaceingeneral,andthatgardentrellisinparticular-atmorning,visitedbybirds,oratnight,whenthedewfellandthestarswereoftheparty-IaminclinedtothinkperhapstoofavourablyofthefutureofMontigny。

Chailly-en-Bierehasoutlivedallthings,andliesdustilyslumberingintheplain-thecemeteryofitself。Thegreatroadremainstotestifyofitsformerbustleofpostilionsandcarriagebells;and,likememorialtablets,therestillhangintheinnroomthepaintingsofaformergeneration,deadordecoratedlongago。

Inmytime,onemanonly,greatlydaring,dweltthere。FromtimetotimehewouldwalkovertoBarbizonlikeashaderevisitingtheglimpsesofthemoon,andaftersomecommunicationwithfleshandbloodreturntohisausterehermitage。Butevenhe,whenIlastrevisitedtheforest,hadcometoBarbizonforgood,andclosedtherollofChaillyites。Itmayrevive-butImuchdoubtit。AcheresandReclosesstillwaitapioneer;Bourronisoutofthequestion,beingmerelyGretzoveragain,withouttheriver,thebridge,orthebeauty;andofallthepossibleplacesonthewesternside,Marlottealoneremainstobediscussed。IscarcelyknowMarlotte,and,verylikelyforthatreason,amnotmuchinlovewithit。Itseemsaglaringandunsightlyhamlet。TheinnofMotherAntonieisunattractive;anditsmorereputablerival,thoughcomfortableenough,iscommonplace。Marlottehasaname;itisfamous;ifI

weretheyoungpainterIwouldleaveitaloneinitsglory。

VII

Thesearethewordsofanoldstager;andthoughtimeisagoodconservativeinforestplaces,muchmaybeuntrueto-day。ManyofushavepassedArcadiandaysthereandmovedon,butyetleftaportionofoursoulsbehindusburiedinthewoods。Iwouldnotdigforthesereliquiae;theyareincommunicabletreasuresthatwillnotenrichthefinder;andyettheremaylie,interredbelowgreatoaksorscatteredalongforestpaths,storesofyouth\'sdynamiteanddearremembrances。Andasonegenerationpassesonandrenovatesthefieldoftillageforthenext,Ientertainafancythatwhentheyoungmenofto-daygoforthintotheforesttheyshallfindtheairstillvitalisedbythespiritsoftheirpredecessors,and,likethose\"unheardmelodies\"thatarethesweetestofall,thememoryofourlaughtershallstillhauntthefieldoftrees。Thosemerryvoicesthatinwoodscallthewandererfarther,thosethrillingsilencesandwhispersofthegroves,surelyinFontainebleautheymustbevocalofmeandmycompanions?

Wearenotcontenttopassawayentirelyfromthescenesofourdelight;wewouldleave,ifbutingratitude,apillarandalegend。

Onegenerationafteranotherfalllikehoney-beesuponthismemorableforest,rifleitssweets,packthemselveswithvitalmemories,andwhenthetheftisconsummateddepartagainintolifericher,butpooreralso。Theforest,indeed,theyhavepossessed,fromthatdayforwarditistheirsindissolubly,andtheywillreturntowalkinitatnightinthefondestoftheirdreams,anduseitforeverintheirbooksandpictures。Yetwhentheymadetheirpackets,andputuptheirnotesandsketches,something,itshouldseem,hadbeenforgotten。Aprojectionofthemselvesshallappeartohauntunfriendedthesescenesofhappiness,anaturalchildoffancy,begottenandforgottenunawares。Overthewholefieldofourwanderingssuchfetchesarestilltravellinglikeindefatigablebagmen;buttheimpsofFontainebleau,asofallbelovedspots,areverylongoflife,andmemoryispiouslyunwillingtoforgettheirorphanage。Ifanywhereaboutthatwoodyoumeetmyairybantling,greethimwithtenderness。Hewasapleasantlad,thoughnowabandoned。Andwhenitcomestoyourownturntoquittheforest,mayyouleavebehindyousuchanother;noAntonyorWerther,letushope,notearfulwhipster,but,asbecomesthisnotuncheerfulandmostactiveageinwhichwefigure,thechildofhappyhours。

Noart,itmaybesaid,waseverperfect,andnotmanynoble,thathasnotbeenmirthfullyconceived。

Andnoman,itmaybeadded,waseveranythingbutawetblanketandacrosstohiscompanionswhoboastednotacopiousspiritofenjoyment。WhetherasmanorartistlettheyouthmakehastetoFontainebleau,andoncetherelethimaddresshimselftothespiritoftheplace;hewilllearnmorefromexercisethanfromstudies,althoughbotharenecessary;andifhecangetintohisheartthegaietyandinspirationofthewoodshewillhavegonefartoundotheevilofhissketches。Aspiritoncewellstrunguptotheconcert-pitchoftheprimevalout-of-doorswillhardlydaretofinishastudyandmagniloquentlyticketitapicture。Theincommunicablethrillofthings,thatisthetuning-forkbywhichwetesttheflatnessofourart。HereitisthatNatureteachesandcondemns,andstillspursuptofurthereffortandnewfailure。

Thusitisthatshesetsusblushingatourignorantandtepidworks;andthemorewefindoftheseinspiringshocksthelessshallwebeapttolovetheliteralinourproductions。Inallsciencesandsensestheletterkills;andto-day,whencacklinghumangeeseexpresstheirignorantcondemnationofallstudiopictures,itisalessonmostusefultobelearnt。LettheyoungpaintergotoFontainebleau,andwhilehestupefieshimselfwithstudiesthatteachhimthemechanicalsideofhistrade,lethimwalkinthegreatair,andbeaservantofmirth,andnotpickandbotanise,butwaituponthemoodsofnature。Sohewilllearn-orlearnnottoforget-thepoetryoflifeandearth,which,whenhehasacquiredhistrack,willsavehimfromjoylessreproduction。

[1882。]

CHAPTERIV-EPILOGUETO\"ANINLANDVOYAGE\"

THEcountrywheretheyjourneyed,thatgreen,breezyvalleyoftheLoing,isoneveryattractivetocheerfulandsolitarypeople。Theweatherwassuperb;allnightitthunderedandlightened,andtherainfellinsheets;byday,theheavenswerecloudless,thesunfervent,theairvigorousandpure。Theywalkedseparate:theCigaretteploddingbehindwithsomephilosophy,theleanArethusapostingonahead。Thuseachenjoyedhisownreflectionsbytheway;eachhadperhapstimetotireofthembeforehemethiscomradeatthedesignatedinn;andthepleasuresofsocietyandsolitudecombinedtofilltheday。TheArethusacarriedinhisknapsacktheworksofCharlesofOrleans,andemployedsomeofthehoursoftravelintheconcoctionofEnglishroundels。Inthispath,hemustthushaveprecededMr。Lang,Mr。Dobson,Mr。Henley,andallcontemporaryroundeleers;butforgoodreasons,hewillbethelasttopublishtheresult。TheCigarettewalkedburthenedwithavolumeofMichelet。Andboththesebooks,itwillbeseen,playedapartinthesubsequentadventure。

TheArethusawasunwiselydressed。Heisnoprecisianinattire;

butbyallaccounts,hewasneversoill-inspiredasonthattramp;

havingsetforthindeed,uponamoment\'snotice,fromthemostunfashionablespotinEurope,Barbizon。Onhisheadheworeasmoking-capofIndianwork,thegoldlacepitifullyfrayedandtarnished。Aflannelshirtofanagreeabledarkhue,whichthesatiricalcalledblack;alighttweedcoatmadebyagoodEnglishtailor;ready-madecheaplinentrousersandleatherngaiterscompletedhisarray。Inperson,heisexceptionallylean;andhisfaceisnot,likethoseofhappiermortals,acertificate。Foryearshecouldnotpassafrontierorvisitabankwithoutsuspicion;thepoliceeverywhere,butinhisnativecity,lookedaskanceuponhim;and(thoughIamsureitwillnotbecredited)heisactuallydeniedadmittancetothecasinoofMonteCarlo。Ifyouwillimaginehim,dressedasabove,stoopingunderhisknapsack,walkingnearlyfivemilesanhourwiththefoldsoftheready-madetrousersflutteringabouthisspindleshanks,andstilllookingeagerlyroundhimasifinterrorofpursuit-thefigure,whenrealised,isfarfromreassuring。WhenVillonjourneyed(perhapsbythesamepleasantvalley)tohisexileatRoussillon,Iwonderifhehadnotsomethingofthesameappearance。Somethingofthesamepreoccupationhehadbeyondadoubt,forhetoomusthavetinkeredversesashewalked,withmoresuccessthanhissuccessor。

Andifhehadanythinglikethesameinspiringweather,thesamenightsofuproar,meninarmourrollingandresoundingdownthestairsofheaven,therainhissingonthevillagestreets,thewildbull\'s-eyeofthestormflashingallnightlongintothebareinn-

chamber-thesamesweetreturnofday,thesameunfathomableblueofnoon,thesamehigh-coloured,halcyoneves-andaboveall,ifhehadanythinglikeasgoodacomrade,anythinglikeaskeenarelishforwhathesaw,andwhatheate,andtheriversthathebathedin,andtherubbishthathewrote,Iwouldexchangeestatesto-daywiththepoorexile,andcountmyselfagainer。

Buttherewasanotherpointofsimilaritybetweenthetwojourneys,forwhichtheArethusawastopaydear:bothweregoneuponindaysofincompletesecurity。ItwasnotlongaftertheFranco-

Prussianwar。Swiftlyasmenforget,thatcountry-sidewasstillalivewithtalesofuhlans,andoutlyingsentries,andhairbreadth\'scapesfromtheignominiouscord,andpleasantmomentaryfriendshipsbetweeninvaderandinvaded。Ayear,atthemosttwoyearslater,youmighthavetrampedallthatcountryoverandnotheardoneanecdote。Andayearortwolater,youwould-ifyouwerearatherill-lookingyoungmaninnondescriptarray-havegoneyourroundsingreatersafety;foralongwithmoreinterestingmatter,thePrussianspywouldhavesomewhatfadedfrommen\'simaginations。

Forallthat,ourvoyagerhadgotbeyondChateauRenardbeforehewasconsciousofarousingwonder。OntheroadbetweenthatplaceandChatillon-sur-Loing,however,heencounteredaruralpostman;

theyfelltogetherintalk,andspokeofavarietyofsubjects;butthroughoneandall,thepostmanwasstillvisiblypreoccupied,andhiseyeswerefaithfultotheArethusa\'sknapsack。Atlast,withmysteriousroguishness,heinquiredwhatitcontained,andonbeinganswered,shookhisheadwithkindlyincredulity。\"NON,\"saidhe,\"NON,VOUSAVEZDESPORTRAITS。\"Andthenwithalanguishingappeal,\"VOYONS,showmetheportraits!\"ItwassomelittlewhilebeforetheArethusa,withashoutoflaughter,recognisedhisdrift。Byportraitshemeantindecentphotographs;andintheArethusa,anaustereandrisingauthor,hethoughttohaveidentifiedapornographiccolporteur。WhencountryfolkinFrancehavemadeuptheirmindsastoaperson\'scalling,argumentisfruitless。Alongalltherestoftheway,thepostmanpipedandflutedmeltinglytogetasightofthecollection;nowhewouldupbraid,nowhewouldreason-\"VOYONS,Iwilltellnobody\";thenhetriedcorruption,andinsistedonpayingforaglassofwine;

and,atlastwhentheirwaysseparated-\"NON,\"saidhe,\"CEN\'EST

PASBIENDEVOTREPART。ONON,CEN\'ESTPASBIEN。\"Andshakinghisheadwithquiteasentimentalsenseofinjury,hedepartedunrefreshed。

OncertainlittledifficultiesencounteredbytheArethusaatChatillon-sur-Loing,Ihavenotspacetodwell;anotherChatillon,ofgrisliermemory,loomstoonearathand。Butthenextday,inacertainhamletcalledLaJussiere,hestoppedtodrinkaglassofsyrupinaverypoor,baredrinkingshop。Thehostess,acomelywoman,sucklingachild,examinedthetravellerwithkindlyandpityingeyes。\"Youarenotofthisdepartment?\"sheasked。TheArethusatoldherhewasEnglish。\"Ah!\"shesaid,surprised。\"WehavenoEnglish。WehavemanyItalians,however,andtheydoverywell;theydonotcomplainofthepeopleofhereabouts。AnEnglishmanmaydoverywellalso;itwillbesomethingnew。\"Herewasadarksaying,overwhichtheArethusaponderedashedrankhisgrenadine;butwhenheroseandaskedwhatwastopay,thelightcameuponhiminaflash。\"O,POURVOUS,\"repliedthelandlady,\"ahalfpenny!\"POURVOUS?Byheaven,shetookhimforabeggar!

Hepaidhishalfpenny,feelingthatitwereungracioustocorrecther。Butwhenhewasforthagainupontheroad,hebecamevexedinspirit。Theconscienceisnogentleman,heisarabbinicalfellow;

andhisconsciencetoldhimhehadstolenthesyrup。

ThatnightthetravellerssleptinGien;thenextdaytheypassedtheriverandsetforth(severally,astheircustomwas)onashortstagethroughthegreenplainupontheBerryside,toChatillon-

sur-Loire。Itwasthefirstdayoftheshooting;andtheairrangwiththereportoffirearmsandtheadmiringcriesofsportsmen。

Overheadthebirdswereinconsternation,wheelinginclouds,settlingandre-arising。Andyetwithallthisbustleoneitherhand,theroaditselflaysolitary。TheArethusasmokedapipebesideamilestone,andIrememberhelaiddownveryexactlyallhewastodoatChatillon:howhewastoenjoyacoldplunge,tochangehisshirt,andtoawaittheCigarette\'sarrival,insublimeinaction,bythemarginoftheLoire。Firedbytheseideas,hepushedthemorerapidlyforward,andcame,earlyintheafternoonandinabreathingheat,totheentering-inofthatill-fatedtown。

ChildeRolandtothedarktowercame。

Apolitegendarmethrewhisshadowonthepath。

\"MONSIEURESTVOYAGEUR?\"heasked。

AndtheArethusa,stronginhisinnocence,forgetfulofhisvileattire,replied-Ihadalmostsaidwithgaiety:\"Soitwouldappear。\"

\"Hispapersareinorder?\"saidthegendarme。AndwhentheArethusa,withaslightchangeofvoice,admittedhehadnone,hewasinformed(politelyenough)thathemustappearbeforetheCommissary。

TheCommissarysatatatableinhisbedroom,strippedtotheshirtandtrousers,butstillcopiouslyperspiring;andwhenheturnedupontheprisoneralargemeaninglesscountenance,thatwas(likeBardolph\'s)\"allwhelksandbubuckles,\"thedullestmighthavebeenpreparedforgrief。Herewasastupidman,sleepywiththeheatandfretfulattheinterruption,whomneitherappealnorargumentcouldreach。

THECOMMISSARY。Youhavenopapers?

THEARETHUSA。Nothere。

THECOMMISSARY。Why?

THEARETHUSA。Ihaveleftthembehindinmyvalise。

THECOMMISSARY。Youknow,however,thatitisforbiddentocirculatewithoutpapers?

THEARETHUSA。Pardonme:Iamconvincedofthecontrary。IamhereonmyrightsasanEnglishsubjectbyinternationaltreaty。

THECOMMISSARY(WITHSCORN)。YoucallyourselfanEnglishman?

THEARETHUSA。Ido。

THECOMMISSARY。Humph-Whatisyourtrade?

THEARETHUSA。IamaScotchadvocate。

THECOMMISSARY(WITHSINGULARANNOYANCE)。AScotchadvocate!Doyouthenpretendtosupportyourselfbythatinthisdepartment?

TheArethusamodestlydisclaimedthepretension。TheCommissaryhadscoredapoint。

THECOMMISSARY。Why,then,doyoutravel?

THEARETHUSA。Itravelforpleasure。

THECOMMISSARY(POINTINGTOTHEKNAPSACK,ANDWITHSUBLIME

INCREDULITY)。AVECCA?VOYEZ-VOUS,JESUISUNHOMMEINTELLIGENT!

(Withthat?Lookhere,Iamapersonofintelligence!)

Theculpritremainingsilentunderthishomethrust,theCommissaryrelishedhistriumphforawhile,andthendemanded(likethepostman,butwithwhatdifferentexpectations!)toseethecontentsoftheknapsack。AndheretheArethusa,notyetsufficientlyawaketohisposition,fellintoagravemistake。TherewaslittleornofurnitureintheroomexcepttheCommissary\'schairandtable;andtofacilitatematters,theArethusa(withalltheinnocenceonearth)leanttheknapsackonacornerofthebed。TheCommissaryfairlyboundedfromhisseat;hisfaceandneckflushedpastpurple,almostintoblue;andhescreamedtolaythedesecratingobjectonthefloor。

Theknapsackprovedtocontainachangeofshirts,ofshoes,ofsocks,andoflinentrousers,asmalldressing-case,apieceofsoapinoneoftheshoes,twovolumesoftheCOLLECTIONJANNET

letteredPOESIESDECHARLESD\'ORLEANS,amap,andaversionbookcontainingdiversnotesinproseandtheremarkableEnglishroundelsofthevoyager,stilltothisdayunpublished:theCommissaryofChatillonistheonlylivingmanwhohasclappedaneyeontheseartistictrifles。Heturnedtheassortmentoverwithacontumeliousfinger;itwasplainfromhisdaintinessthatheregardedtheArethusaandallhisbelongingsastheverytempleofinfection。Stilltherewasnothingsuspiciousaboutthemap,nothingreallycriminalexcepttheroundels;asforCharlesofOrleans,totheignorantmindoftheprisoner,heseemedasgoodasacertificate;anditwassupposedthefarcewasnearlyover。

Theinquisitorresumedhisseat。

THECOMMISSARY(AFTERAPAUSE)。EHBIEN,JEVAISVOUSDIRECEQUE

VOUSETES。VOUSETESALLEMANDETVOUSVENEZCHANTERALAFOIRE。

(Well,then,Iwilltellyouwhatyouare。YouareaGermanandhavecometosingatthefair。)

THEARETHUSA。Wouldyouliketohearmesing?IbelieveIcouldconvinceyouofthecontrary。

THECOMMISSARY。PASDEPLAISANTERIE,MONSIEUR!

THEARETHUSA。Well,sir,obligemeatleastbylookingatthisbook。Here,Iopenitwithmyeyesshut。Readoneofthesesongs-readthisone-andtellme,youwhoareamanofintelligence,ifitwouldbepossibletosingitatafair?