Chapter 6 CHAPTER V

COMPENSATION Sunday, May 27th Capital cities have one thing peculiar to them: their days of rest seem to be the signal for a general dispersion and flight. Like birds that are just restored to liberty, the people come out of their stone cages, and joyfully fly toward the country. who shall find a greenhillock for a seat, or the shade of a wood for a shelter; they gather Mayflowers, they run about the fields; the town is forgotten until the evening, when they return with sprigs of blooming hawthorn in their hats, and their hearts gladdened by pleasant thoughts and recollections of the past day; the next day they return again to their harness and to work.

These rural adventures are most remarkable at Paris. When the fineweather comes, clerks, shopkeepers, and workingmen look forward impatiently for the Sunday as the day for trying a few hours of this pastoral life; they walk through six miles of grocers shops and public-houses in the faubourgs, in the sole hope of finding a real turnip-field. The father of a family begins the practical education of his son by showing him wheat which has not taken the form of a loaf, and cabbage "inits wild state." Heaven only knows the encounters, the discoveries, the adventures that are met with! What Parisian has not had his Odyssey inan excursion through the suburbs, and would not be able to write companionship to the famous Travels by Land and by Sea from Paris to St.

Cloud? We do not now speak of that floating population from all parts, for whomour French Babylon is the caravansary of Europe: a phalanx of thinkers,artists, men of business, and travelers, who, like Homers hero, have arrived in their intellectual country after beholding "many peoples and cities;" but of the settled Parisian, who keeps his appointed place, and lives on his own floor like the oyster on his rock, a curious vestige of the credibility, the slowness, and the simplicity of bygone ages. For one of the singularities of Paris is, that it units twenty populations completely different in character and manners. By beside of the gypsies of commerce and of art, who wander through all these stages of fortune or fancy, live a quiet race of people with anindependence , or with regular work, whose existence resembles the dial of a clock, on which the same hand points by turns to the same hours.

If no other city can show more brilliant and more stirring forms of life, no other contains more obscure and more tranquil ones. Great cities are like the sea: storms agitate only the surface; if you go to the bottom, you find a region inaccessible to the tumult and the noise. For my part, I have settled on the verge of this region, but do notactually live in it. I am removed from the turmoil of the world, and live in the shelter of solitude, but without being able to disconnect thoughts from the struggle going on I follow at a distance all its events of happiness or grief; I join the feasts and the funerals; for how can he who looks on, and knows what passes, do other than take part?

Ignorance alone can keep us strangers to the life around us: selfishness itself will not suffice for that. These reflections I made to myself in my attic, in the intervals of the various household works to which a bachelor is forced when he has no other servant than his own ready will. While I was pursuing my deduction, I had blacked my boots, brushed my coat, and tied my cravat; I had at last arrived at the important moment when we pronounce complacently that all is finished, and that well. A grand resolve had just decided me to depart from my usual habits. The evening before, I had seen by the advertisements that the next day was a holiday at Sevres, and that the china manufacturer would be open to the public. I was tempted by the beauty of the morning, and suddenly decided to go there.

On my arrival at the station on the left bank, I noticed the crowdhurrying on in the fear of being late. Railroads, besides many other advantages, possess that of teaching the French punctuality. They will submit to the clock when they are convinced that it is their master; they will learn to wait when they find they will not be waited for. Social virtues, are, in a great degree, good habits. How many great qualities are grafted into nations by their geographical position, by political necessity, and by institutions! Avarice was destroyed for a time among the Lacedaemonians by the creation of an iron coinage, too heavy and too bulky to be conveniently hoarded.

I found myself in a carriage with two middle-aged women belonging to the domestic and retired class of Parisians I have spoken of above. A few civilizations were sufficient to gain me their confidence, and after some minutes I was acquainted with their whole history. They were two poor sisters, left orphans at fifteen, and had lived eversince, as those who work for their livelihood must live, by economy and privation. For the last twenty or thirty years they had worked jewelry in the same house; masters succeed one another, and make their fortunes in it, without any change in their own lot. They had always lived in the same room, at the end of one of the passages in the Rue St. Denis, where the air and the sun are unknown They began their work before daylight, went on with it till after nightfall, and sawyear succeed to year without their lives being marked by any other events than the Sunday service, a walk, or an illness.

The younger of these worthy work-women was forty, and obeyed her sisteras she did when a child. The elder looked after her, took care of her, and scolded her with a mothers tenderness. At first it was amusing; Help seeing something affecting in these two gray-haired children, one unable to leave off the habit of obeying, the other that of protecting. And it was not in that alone that my two companions seemed younger than their years; they knew so little that their wonder never ceased. We had hardly arrived at Clamart before they involuntarily exclaimed, like the king in the childrens game, that they "did not think the The world was so great"!

It was the first time they had trusted themselves on a railroad, and it was amusing to see their sudden shocks, their alarms, and their courageous determinations: everything was a marvel to them! They had remained of youth within them, which made them sensible to things whichus only strike us in childhood. Poor creatures! they had still the feelings of another age, though they had lost its charms. But was there not something holy in this simplicity, which had been preserved to them by abstinence from all the joys of life? Ah! accursedbe he who first had the had courage to attach ridicule to that name of"old maid," which recalls so many images of grievous deception, ofdreariness, and of abandonment! Accursed be he who can find a subject for sarcasm in involuntary misfortune, and who can crown gray hairs withthorns!

The two sisters were called Frances and Madeleine. This days journey was a feat of courage without example in their lives. The fever of the times had infected them unawares. Yesterday Madeleine had suddenly proposed the idea of ​​the expedition, and Frances had accepted it immediately. have been better not to yield to the greattemptation offered by her younger sister; but "we have our follies at allages," as the prudent Frances philosophically remarked. As for Madeleine, there are no regrets or doubts for her; of the establishment. "We really must amuse ourselves," said she; "we live but once."

And the elder sister smiled at this Epicurean maxim. It was evident that the fever of independence was at its crisis in both of them. And in truth it would have been a great pity if any scrape had interfered with their happiness, it was so frank and genial! The sight of the trees, which seemed to fly on both sides of the road, caused themunceasing admiration. in the opposite direction, with the noise and rapidity of a thunderbolt, made them shut their eyes and utter a cry; but it had already disappeared! They look around, take courage again, and express themselves full of astonishment at the marvel. Madeleine declares that such a sight is worth the expense of the journey, and Frances would have agreed with her if she had not recollected, with some little alarm, the deficit which such an expense must make in their budget. The three francs spent upon this single expedition Were the savings of a whole week of work. Thus the joy of the elder of the twosisters was mixed with remorse; the prodigal child now and then turned edits eyes toward the back street of St. Denis. But the motion and the succession of objects distract her. See the bridge of the Val surrounded by its lovely landscape: on the right, Paris with its grand monuments, which rise through the fog, or sparkle in the sun; villas, its woods, its vines, and its royal castle! The two work-women look from one window to the other with exclamations of delight. One fellow-passenger laughs at their childish wonder; The sign of along and monotonous seclusion: they are the prisoners of work, who have recovered liberty and fresh air for a few hours. At last the train stops, and we get out. I show the two sisters the path that leads to Sevres, between the railway and the gardens, and they go on before, while I inquire about the time of returning. I soon join them again at the next station, where they have stopped at the little garden belonging to the gatekeeper; both are already in deep conversation with him while he digs his garden-borders, and marks out the places for flower-seeds. it is the time for hoeingout weeds, for making grafts and layers, for sowing annuals, and for destroying the insects on the rose-trees. Madeleine has on the sill ofher window two wooden boxes, in which, for want of air and sun, she has never been able to make anything grow but mustard and cress; but shepersuades herself that, thanks to this information, all other plants mayhenceforth thrive in them. At last the gatekeeper, who is sowing aborder with mignonette, gives her the rest of the seeds which he does not want, and the old maid goes off delighted, and begins to act over again the dream of Paired and her can of milk, with these flowers of herimagination. On reaching the grove of acacias, where the fair was going on, I lost sight of the two sisters. I went alone among the sights: there were lotteries going on, mountebank shows, places for eating and drinking, and for shooting with the cross-bow. I have always been struck by the spirit of these out-of-door festivals. In drawing-room entertainments, people are cold, grave, often listless, and most of those who go there are brought together by habit or the obligations of society; , on the contrary, you only find those who are attracted by the hope of enjoyment. There, it is a forced subscription; here, they are volunteers for gayety! Then, how easily they are pleased! How far this crowd of people is yet from knowing that To be pleased with nothing, and to look down on everything, is the height of fashion and good taste! Doubtless their amusements are often coarse; elegance and refinement are wanting in them; but at least they have heartiness. Oh, that the hearty enjoyments of these merry-makings could be retained in union with less vulgar feeling! Formerly religion stamped its holy character of the country festivals, and purified the pleasures without depriving them of their simplicity. The hour arrives at which the doors of the porcelain manufactory and themmuseum of pottery are open to the public. I meet Frances and Madeleine again in the first room. Frightened at finding themselves in the midst of such regal magnificence, they hardly dare walk; a lowtone, as if they were in a church. "We are in the kings house," said the oldest sister, forgetting that there is no longer a king in France. I encourage them to go on; I walk first, and they make up their minds to follow me. What wonders are brought together in this collection! Here we see claymoulded into every shape, tinted with every color, and combined with every sort of substance! Earth and wood are the first substances worked upon by man, and seem more particularly meant for his use. They, like the domestic animals, are the essential accessories of his life; therefore there must be a more intimate connection between them and us. Stone and metals require they resist our first efforts, and belong less to the individual than to communities. Earth and wood are, on the contrary, the principal instruments of the isolated being who must feed and shelter himself. This, doubtless, makes me feel so much interested in the collection I amexamining. These cups, so roughly modeled by the savage, admit me to acknowledge of some of his habits; these elegant yet incorrectly formed vases of the Indian tell me of a declining intelligence ,--in which stillglimmers the twilight of what was once bright sunshine; these jars, loaded with arabesques, show the fancy of the Arab rudely and ignorantlycopied by the Spaniard! We find here the stamp of every race, every country, and every age. My companions seemed little interested in these historical associations; they looked at all with that credulous admiration which leaves no room for examination or discussion. Madeleine read the name written underevery piece of workmanship, and her sister answered with an exclamation of wonder. In this way we reached a little courtyard, where they had thrown away the fragments of some broken china. Frances perceived a colored saucer almost whole, of which she took possession as a record of the visit she was making; henceforth she would have a specimen of the Sevres china, "which is only made for kings!" I would not undeceive her by telling her that the products of the manufactory are sold all over the world, and that her saucer, before it was cracked, was the same as those that are bought at the shops for sixpence! Why should I destroy the illusions of her humble existence? Are we to break down the hedge-flowers that perfume our paths? Things are often nothing in themselves; the thoughts we attach to them alone give them value. To rectify innocent mistakes, in order to recover someuseless reality, is to be like those learned men who will see nothing ina plant but the chemical elements of which it is composed. On leaving the manufacturer, the two sisters, who had taken possession of me with the freedom of artlessness, invited me to share the lunch they had brought with them. I declined at first, but they insisted with somuch good-nature, that I feared to pain them, and with some awkwardness gave way. We had only to look for a convenient spot. I led them up the hill, and we found a plot of grass enamelled with daisies, and shaded by two walnut-trees. Madeleine could not contain herself for joy. All her life she haddreamed of a dinner out on the grass! While helping her sister to take the provisions from the basket, she tells me of all her expeditions into the country that had been planned, and put off. Frances, on the otherhand, was brought up at Montmorency, and before she became an orphan shehad often gone back to her nurses house. That which had the attraction of novelty for her sister, had for her the charm of recollection. Shetold of the vintage harvests to which her parents had taken her; the rides on Mother Lurets donkey, that they could not make go to the right without pulling him to the left; the cherry-gathering; These recollections have all the charm and freshness of childhood. Frances recalls to herself less what she has seen than what she has felt. While she is talking the cloth is laid, and we sit down under a tree. Before us winds the valley of Sevres, its many-storied houses abutting upon the gardens and the slopes of the hill; on the other side spreads out the park of St. Cloud, with its magnificent clumps of trees interspersed with meadows; above stretch the heavens like an immense ocean, in which the clouds are sailing! I look at this beautiful country, and I listen to these good old maids; I admire, and I am interested; and time passes gently on without my perceiving it. At last the sun sets, and we have to think of returning. While Madeleine and Frances clear away the dinner, I walk down to the manufacturer to ask the hour. The merrymaking is at its height; the blasts of the trombones resound from the band under the acacias For a few moments I forget myself with looking about; but I have promised the two sisters to take them back to the Bellevue station; the train cannot wait, and I makehaste to climb the path again which leads to the walnut-trees. Just before I reached them, I heard voices on the other side of the hedge. Madeleine and Frances were speaking to a poor girl whose clothes were burned, her hands blackened, and her face tied up with bloodstained bandages. I saw that she was one of the girls employed at the gunpowdermills, which are built further up on the common. An explosion had takenplace a few days before; the girls mother and elder sister were killed; she herself escaped by a miracle, and was now left without any means of support. She told all this with the resigned and unhopeful manner of onewho has always been acccustomed to suffer. The two sisters were much affected; I saw them consulting with each other in a low tone: then Frances took thirty sous out of a little coarse silk purse, which was all the had left, and gave them to the poor girl. I hastened on to thatside of the hedge; but, before I reached it, I met the two old sisters, who called out to me that they would not return by the railway, but onfoot ! I then understood that the money they had meant for the journey had just been given to the beggar! Good, like evil, is contagious: I run to the poor wounded girl, give her the sum that was to pay for my own place, and return to Frances and Madeleine, and tell them I will walk with them. ................................... I am just come back from taking them home; and have left them delighted with their day, the recollection of which will long make them happy. This morning I was pitying those whose lives are obscure and joyless; now, I understand that God has provided a compensation with every trial. The smallest pleasure derives from rarity a relish otherwise unknown. Enjoyment is only what we feel to be such, and the luxurious man feels no longer: satisfaction has destroyed his appetite, while privation preserves to the other that first of earthly blessings: the being easily made happy. Oh, that I could persuade every one of this! that so the rich might notabuse their riches, and that the poor might have patience. If happiness is the rarest of blessings, it is because the reception of it is therarest of virtues. Madeleine and Frances! ye poor old maids whose courage, resignation, and generous hearts are your only wealth, pray for the wretched who give themselves up to despair; .