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Manon Lescaut
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  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    A strange tale, a love story where there is not much evidence of why they love each other? I can see why it was shocking for its time but divorced from it's time it is just a tale of annoying kids in young love do terrible things. Short but still manages to outstay its welcome and finishes rather abruptly.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    While at times the protagonist's rationalizations against taking heroic or decisive action were clever, his weakness/cowardliness came across early in the novel and after a while became tiresome. The presentation by means of the protagonist recounting his tale to a listener also became stale. I kept thinking this humorous piece might have been more enjoyable as a short story.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I ain't saying she a golddigger, but yes, that is exactly what I'm saying.
  • Rating: 1 out of 5 stars
    1/5
    It's a love story, but to me, Manon didn't seam to be capable of true love.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    I disliked this novel quite intensely at the beginning but I'd mellowed toward it somewhat by the end.There's a lot of tell-don't-show going on with regards to the feelings of the characters, I guess because it was written at a time when the novel as a representation of a character's inner self was in its infancy. The reviews I've read complain of failing to believe in Manon's love for the Chevalier des Grieux but, to me, this seems beside the point.Given that she is the title character, Manon has very little direct dialogue in the novel. Everything she says is paraphrased in the Chevalier's narration, and it's only in the final pages that she is given a decent sized paragraph of her own words. To me, she feels stifled, which, I guess, is appropriate to her character. She is in the process of being forced into a life of religious slavery when des Grieux, on the strength of a single glance, approaches and declares his undying love for her. Eloping with him being the better of two options, she attempts to make a life with her overbearing, jealous lover. She feigns relationships with wealthy men in order to rob them, which the Chevalier interprets as her being truly unfaithful. These cons are prematurely aborted when he interrupts them in pitiful jealous rage and they flee from the scene swiftly followed by guards, servants, jilted lovers etc. Poverty, prison and infamy ensue.It's the story of a resourceful, cunning, amoral, young woman making the best of her bad circumstances pursued by the most hapless of lovers. She might be Bonnie Parker but he ain't no Clyde Barrow.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    My very first French novel written in the 1700s ::smile::. Like many LT reviewers, I read this for the Coursera class The Fiction of Relationships. The narrator is absurd and unreliable. Pretty much all we know of Manon is that she is beautiful and likes money. The two of them embark on a Bonnie and Clyde crime spree. His obsession with her leads him to follow poor decision with another poor decision. Someone who reviewed it commented that it reminded them of Tarantino which is funny and completely accurate. Two observations that I had that I haven't seen mentioned is 1. When people don't work at jobs or passions they have time for all sorts of intrigue. 2. Most classic books about love gone wrong have a female who is lead astray by a male. It was very interesting to read the converse.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    What a harsh treatise on the subject of love. Brutal. But Manon herself... is she really the innocent victim or is she slightly less innocuous than it would seem? As for our Chevalier des Grieux, is he really that fickle or is a just a young man in love? We must obviously take the times into account, but the novel raises some interesting questions. I read the Public Domain version.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    I read this for a class about the Fiction of Relationships, and I must admit, I liked the book better after hearing the accompanying lecture. I found the characters a bit one dimensional, but I think that was intentional, and not entirely unusual for the timeframe when it was written.

    A young man of some nobility falls in love with a (very) young woman of a lower social class. They run off together, and the rest of the book is them trying to be together, or him trying to overcome his grief that she cheated on him, or him trying to rescue her from her punishment for cheating (or trying to cheat) her other lovers out of their money in order to support the young nobleman who cannot ask his father for money because his dad does not approve of their relationship. Throughout all of her cheating, his family's disapproval, prison time, poverty, and all the other obstacles they face, the young Chevalier des Grieux insists that young Manon Lescaut loves him deeply, as deeply as he loves her.

    I never saw it.

    Since the story comes only from his point of view, it is possible that he is not a reliable narrator, and therefor we just don't see her love, but, if he is an unreliable narrator, I am more likely to believe that he is up-playing her love and devotion to him. She tells him she expects "fidelity of the heart" alone. Physical cheating does not matter. In this day and age, that's a pretty bold thing to say. I can only imagine what people thought about such a statement from a woman in 1700's when this was written...

    Overall, I wouldn't have read this on my own, but it wasn't a horrible read. It gives an interesting view of Paris and New Orleans, for those history buffs out there, and it does make for an interesting case study of relationships.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    This is one of the few books where I wanted to strangle the main character. Chevalier de Grieux is so madly in love with the lower-class beauty Manon Lescaut that he's willing to forsake his education, his family and friends for her. On first read, it's easy to write off de Grieux as a silly boy blinded by love since he's willing to follow Manon to the 'New World' and put up with her schemes to extort money with her beauty, which lands the lovers in jail more than once. This books is more than just simple story of boy-meets-girl. Abbe Prevost writes a magnificent tale of lovers told from the point of view of Chevalier de Grieux. Modern readers will want to shake de Grieux for throwing away his upper-class life for a girl who appears indifferent to his passion. However, Prevost creates a France divided by the class characters are born into and wealth. With the two lovers being born in to different societies, readers start to pity de Grieux and Manon's relationship and question if their love is doomed because of fate or poor decisions.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    ...................I went into this book totally unaware as to what it was about, the nature of the issue at hand nor the depth and sophistication of the theme. With that said, here is the short tale of Chevalier des Grieux, a young man fully prepared to become a member of the Order of Malta. As he was leaving Amien to return home he meets Manon Lescaut who has just arrived to begin her novitiate. The young Chevalier is immediately smitten with her beauty and "on the instant, deprived of my reason and self-control." Their relationship begins with a lie and before you know it they run away together and abandon all thought of their intended plans. Over and over again, Manon is torn away from Chevalier by other suitors, suitors who lure her away with jewels and money. Manon always makes it appear that it is her "project" to fill their coffers. They're like grifters, running from the law, devising another "project", then on the run again. It never matters to Chevalier, he will do anything to regain her love and provide for the niceties she has come to desire and expect. It is very easy to become frustrated with Chevalier, how gullible can he be? Why does he return to her? Is his love simply an obsession? Is Manon simply a prostitute or does she truly love him? And what of all the friends and relations who come to Chevaliers aid, are they enablers that allow Chevalier to continue his wayward life? What propels them to be just as gullible as Chevalier?Lots of deep questions to address and I look forward to the lectures provided in class.One other thing, Prevost immediately captures the reader by starting at the end and then relating Chevalier's story. In doing this, the reader is in want of answers and plows thru the novella.Loves me, loves me not. You decide.PS: Read this novel for Coursera class "The Fiction of Relationship"
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    We all know that Love can do strange things to people==but this book which I enjoyed for the writing style drove me nuts for the naiveness and just plain stupidity of the characters. I had to read it for a class or I probably would have given up on it way before I did.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Ridiculous but readable. Far fetched story but bowls along merrily in beautiful prose, dripping with subjunctives. Perhaps unconsciously an indictment of the ancien regime, since it shows the wealthy aristocracy corrupting women and justice and the less wealthy (the narrator/hero) thinking he deserves special treatment just because of his birth, while he earns his living as a card sharp. Meanwhile any lower class person is open to suborning with a coin or two. The running theme is his enduring love for the gorgeous Manon, who does nothing to deserve his high regard since she's anybody's for a price. apart from sweet nothings in his ear and a readiness to caress him, she is in fact remarkably passive throughout, only taking the initiative once to propose a plan for fleecing one of her rich admirers. Ending is different from the opera in that they make it to New Orleans and establish themselves in a decent way of life, only to fall again when hero puts his sword through one of her endless stream of admirers. On the run, Manon expires from exposure and exhaustion. The admirer/victim then turns out to have survived...and so it goes on...A page turner/potboiler for all that.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    A book that talks about blind love, obsession and stupidity. It was a nicely written book that the plot disgusted me a bit. Here is a noble born man madly in love with a regular woman, sounds like a fairy tale right? NOT! Chevalier was betrayed several times by Manon and it was hard reading about it, reading about his pain but still takes in Manon, forgives Manon and continually love her unconditionally. Maybe that what true love is but it sickens me and would just love to slap Chevalier just to wake him up. It may be a romantic book for some but not for me.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I enjoyed this more than I thought I would, perhaps because I didn't realise when I started it that it was so revolutionary for its time. Passionate, oblivious, doomed lovers on what is essentially a crime spree to feed an addiction...it reminded me of Tarantino in a weird way.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Remembering how intense my last Coursera experience was, what with needing to read a novel a week and do plenty of other related work I decided to give myself a head start on the Fiction of Relationships curriculum. Manon Lescaut will be the first novel we'll be covering and I'm glad I wasn't restricted in time when I read it. No, it's not long and it doesn't place any serious demands on the reader's faculties, but it does tax one's patience. At least it did that to mine.It took me a while to get into the story because it is told in a very old-fashioned way, it begins at the end, then jumps to the beginning and works its way to the end again; it is also the perfect example of the author telling much more than showing. I did my best to remember that if this book is on the curriculum of a Brown University course there must be value in it, so I read closely in an effort to not miss this value among all the exceedingly flowery phrases and moralizing debates on the subjects of love and virtue. See, I read so closely that the floweriness has seeped into my brain! But I digress. I kept thinking that if nothing else this book provides an excellent example of how literature has changed since the 1700s and how I needed to pay attention to the relationships described in the novel since that will be the focus of the course. And then something curious happened: as irritated as I was by Manon's flightiness and Grieux's lack if backbone, as well as the archaic language, I soon found that the characters weren't entirely unsympathetic and began reflecting on all the reckless and crazy things people do in the name of love. Somehow this novel broke through the frustration and touched me.This realization alone surprised me to no end and I continued reading with a certain degree of enjoyment. Imagine my surprise when I finished the book, looked it up online, and found that Manon Lescaut isn't as obscure as I imagined. Authors of novels hailed as classics referenced it in their work, it continues to inspire composers and dramatists, it is the subject of quite a few academic papers and it's still being published with the latest edition released in 2005! (Don't you just love Wikipedia?)In the end although I wouldn't recommend this novel to a friend in search of an engaging and fun read I'm glad I read it, if purely because it's widened my literary horizons and showed that love has always been blind and young people have always been capable of highly imprudent behavior. It's human nature, after all!
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    A fairly easy, short read that could also lead you to some serious thoughting if you're not careful. The introduction to this edition is great, although I find it hard to believe that the book is meant to be, as the editor suggests, "a defence of love shaped by the hands of a master."

    If you're going to defend the passion of lurv*, I doubt your best option is to show how it leads to (plot spoilers) theft, fraud, kidnapping, assault, murder, jail-break, prostitution, and generally every other vice possible for an upper class Frenchman of the time.

    On the other hand, a book that's about the clash between passion and reason/virtue should present the benefits of both sides, and Prevost does it well enough that, apparently--although in my eyes incomprehensibly--people do still read this as a story about how great lurv is.

    And now for a bit of wanton literary professor wonkishness: the tale is told, frame story aside, by the male lurver, des Grieux. We hear all about his feelings (viz., pubescent mood swings). We never get any sense for how Manon Lescaut actually feels about the insanity (literally, I'd guess) she inspires in him, and never get any sense for her feelings. This reminds me of Kushner's Flamethrowers, which I read recently. I got no sense of her personality in that book, aside from a range of completely disconnected deeds. But there *she* is the narrator. I have no idea what to make of that.


    * I distinguish here between love, which is what happens when two or more people willingly rely on each other for the kind of moral and personal support needed to live an even moderately painless life, and Lurv, which is what happens when teenagers (like the characters in this book) get all sexy.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Frustrating novel of two lovers who cannot agree as to the ground rules of their relationship. Manon, an uncommonly attrative common girl, is swept up by the Chevalier Des Grieux. Their romance is driven and then driven apart as much from external forces as by their lack of common understanding of the ground rules of their existence together. The edition I read is flawed as the novel was written in 1731 and my English edition had chapter heading quotes from Byron, Scott, and others who clearly did not travel back in time to provide quotes for the chapter headings on novels written 80 years in the past.
  • Rating: 1 out of 5 stars
    1/5
    Deeply misogynist, self-centered and completely idiotic singular narration, Manon Lescaut are possibly one of the worst novel I had ever encounter in French literature. Considering, I have read a lot of Marquis de Sade book that is an accomplishment. I think this is possibly a worst definition of romanticism in history of time.

    What Stephenie Meyer's Twilight and Prevost's Manon Lescaut had in common was a complete joke of a first narrator and the confused definition of love between the two POV character. Its not love when you became enslaved to the person where you obsess every second in life and are blind to their faults and accepting the bullshit they do to you in the name of 'love'. On contrary, this book completely alienate a woman sorely because she's a woman with flaws while totally ignoring the rest of the judgmental and hypocrite characters.

    Since I read this for the Brown's Fiction of Relationship syllabus, I get the whole relationship aspect and the feelings that Prevost induce in the readers. But I can't help feeling like a feminist bitch while reading this novel because every pages of this novel is about a whiny boy worshiping a girl and is filled with constant sex metaphors and female demonization than I can't help but wanting to burn the book. (I have ebook, it got lucky). I usually tolerated explicit sexual narration and a degree of female submission but all of these high handed and moralistic value and the continued subjugation of a teenage girl is nausea inducing.

    I can't accept the excuse for this atrocious novel to be as it is because it was written 300 years ago in some backward 1700s when even in 21st century, women are continuously being objectified as sexual product brought to bring a man's utter misery for being a woman. Have you even open your TV or read stupid shared messages on how a woman was made to please men and how a woman have to be submissive and not shining above men and snubbed because of her gender that are non-religiously sanctioned. The issues with this novel on a woman is real and in front of us.

    The more we give a gentle slap on the hand about how misogynist this novel is and how I have to find the values in the mess of a monologue of a guy having a hard time trying to understand his animalistic attraction with a girl while conveniently ruin her life and his completely that he constantly blames her while being so incoherent with his feelings with her. This is ridiculous!

    This novel is plain perverted teenage angst except with every single page filled with sex metaphors that it became overwhelming enough that it basically clouded any plot in it. Yeah, there's murder, infidelity, "diamonds are a girl best friend" mentality and etc. Unless you can read French and want to suffer through the "woman as the fruit of evil in men" subtext, skip this book before you suffer from PTSD.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    Maybe even 1.5*…A more complete review will come but here are some thoughts I have upon finishing this French classic. I disliked the main character and also the manner in which the story is related. He is forever talking in extremes - stuff like "I was the most wretched creature that ever existed". Despite all his attention to Manon and talk about her beauty and virtues, I never got any feeling for her character; all the reader gets is how the Chevalier sees her.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Manon Lescaut is a deceptive novel in multiple ways.It could be easily labeled as a classic, picturesque short tale of a doomed love affair between a noble young man, Chevalier des Grieux, and a beautiful maiden from a lower breed, set in the Paris of The Régence, a convulsive era where class structures and ancient regime ruled the world. Told from the male lover point of view in a fast-paced, flowing narrative, the reader is presented with the irrevocable passion, almost obsession des Grieux is consumed with when he first sets his eyes on Manon, a fatal moment which will make his inner peace crumble down and bring him to perform all sort of dubious acts, even to commit murder, to keep his beloved with him.Des Grieux constructs his own story in retrospection, using a nameless narrator who crosses paths with him almost at the end of his misadventures, giving this way a foreboding tone to the story. "Love has made me too soft, too passionate, too faithful and perhaps over-indulgent of the desires of a most charming woman; and that is the sum of my crimes" says des Grieux, talking about his beloved Manon, the temptress, and the one to blame for his forthcoming misdeeds.The fact that we only get to hear Manon’s voice throughout des Grieux’s account leaves the reader completely blind about her character, devoid of her motivations or her true feelings. Des Grieux describes her as a fickle, capricious creature prone to take other lovers in order to live lavishly. So Manon appears as a cold, calculating character, becoming a sort of desirable object to possess, an object des Grieux rightfully believes to belong to him. But still, in the rare passages where Manon can voice her quiescent values, we can envisage a strong spirit who keeps defying des Grieux’s views with her struggles to remain her own mistress. Couldn’t it be that in challenging him to broaden his conservative views about relationships, Manon would also be challenging the imposed gender politics of the time? In any case, the driven plot of the story takes sweet revenge separating the lovers again and again in myriad forms: family, legal authority and the gulf between social classes keep preventing them from being together until they receive the ultimate punishment in being exiled to the colonies in New Orleans, where against all odds and once set free of the French, rotten social pressures, the idea of a simple, bare existence in a new world impregnates them with a wish to live at peace with rekindled values of virtue and morality, flirting even with an improbable happy ending, which makes the final twist in the story even more brusque and cruel than expected.As I stated at the beginning of this rambling review, this self-righteous account, this seemingly lineal plot and simple, direct style can be misleading. My first instinctive reaction to the story was to doubt the veracity of des Grieux’s biased tale for he is a flawed hero and unreliable narrator. His constant search for self-excuse, his vain urge in blaming others for his own acts, his theatrical, almost parodic explosion of emotive outbursts and his unremorseful confession of using them to take advantage of others made it very difficult to empathize with him. But what most struck me when trying to add perspective into the story was the shameful realization that my dislike for des Grieux came from recognition, as his futile attempts at trying to hold on to Manon revealed the universal impossibility of a mutual understanding, the hopelessness of a complete possession of the other.No simple tale then, but a novel which oozes with the complexity of human relationships and the tragic consequences of trying to cross the barrier of subjectivity in appealing to raw emotions, as one can’t disengage from individual consciousness , however much we try."What fatal power had dragged me down to crime? How came it that love, an innocent passion, had turned for me into the source of all misery and vice" wonders a despairing des Grieux.Exalted existential questions about the tragic consequences of being in love, as being infected by an incurable disease, which robs us of our former selves, blinding us with passion, making it difficult to find our place in a material world where authority and order prevail over emotions.And in this sense, I’d say that Manon Lescaut is a disruptive novel because in giving free expression to des Grieux’s feelings, even if charged with subjectivity, Prévost is encouraging us to reach our own truths through language, although he also whispers a warning, reminding us that our own reached reality might be easily misunderstood by those we love the most and by the world we live in.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    While well written both main characters are slightly annoying and spoiled
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    An interesting short story from the 18th century in France; a story of a man and the woman he passionately loves, though cannot understand. She is from the lower end of the bourgeous, and values pleasure and financial security above all else; he is ruled by his heart and his passions. Their lack of mutual understanding leads to tragedy after tragedy; it almost becomes too much in so brief a tale, but Prevost is a master of his craft and so the book is still definitely worth reading.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    I read this as a free Gutenberg.org ebook.This is a classic of French literature, a tragic love story that has inspired three operas. And yet, I couldn't really get into it. The characters are so self-indulgent that they seem almost two dimensional. This is supposed to be a cautionary tale about the perils of over-indulgence in worldly delights, but the characters and situations are so absurd that I couldn't relate to them, either with envy or with disgust. In the end, I simply felt indifferent.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Very good story about how a woman twists a man round her little finger!
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Daté certes, scolaire certes, mais tout de même, c'est un de ces livres qui ont changé la face du monde, et peut-être la meilleure description du sentiment amoureux dans son implacable fatalité.

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Title: Manon Lescaut

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MANON LESCAUT

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Abbé Prévost

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I

Why did he love her? Curious fool, be still!

Is human love the fruit of human will?

         BYRON.

Just about six months before my departure for Spain, I first met the Chevalier des Grieux. Though I rarely quitted my retreat, still the interest I felt in my child's welfare induced me occasionally to undertake short journeys, which, however, I took good care to abridge as much as possible.

I was one day returning from Rouen, where I had been, at her request, to attend a cause then pending before the Parliament of Normandy, respecting an inheritance to which I had claims derived from my maternal grandfather. Having taken the road by Evreux, where I slept the first night, I on the following day, about dinner-time, reached Passy, a distance of five or six leagues. I was amazed, on entering this quiet town, to see all the inhabitants in commotion. They were pouring from their houses in crowds, towards the gate of a small inn, immediately before which two covered vans were drawn up. Their horses still in harness, and reeking from fatigue and heat, showed that the cortege had only just arrived. I stopped for a moment to learn the cause of the tumult, but could gain little information from the curious mob as they rushed by, heedless of my enquiries, and hastening impatiently towards the inn in the utmost confusion. At length an archer of the civic guard, wearing his bandolier, and carrying a carbine on his shoulder, appeared at the gate; so, beckoning him towards me, I begged to know the cause of the uproar. Nothing, sir, said he, but a dozen of the frail sisterhood, that I and my comrades are conducting to Havre-de-Grace, whence we are to ship them for America. There are one or two of them pretty enough; and it is that, apparently, which attracts the curiosity of these good people.

I should have passed on, satisfied with this explanation, if my attention had not been arrested by the cries of an old woman, who was coming out of the inn with her hands clasped, and exclaiming:

A downright barbarity!—A scene to excite horror and compassion! What may this mean? I enquired. Oh! sir; go into the house yourself, said the woman, and see if it is not a sight to rend your heart! Curiosity made me dismount; and leaving my horse to the care of the ostler, I made my way with some difficulty through the crowd, and did indeed behold a scene sufficiently touching.

Among the twelve girls, who were chained together by the waist in two rows, there was one, whose whole air and figure seemed so ill-suited to her present condition, that under other circumstances I should not have hesitated to pronounce her a person of high birth. Her excessive grief, and even the wretchedness of her attire, detracted so little from her surpassing beauty, that at first sight of her I was inspired with a mingled feeling of respect and pity.

She tried, as well as the chain would permit her, to turn herself away, and hide her face from the rude gaze of the spectators. There was something so unaffected in the effort she made to escape observation, that it could but have sprung from natural and innate modesty alone.

As the six men who escorted the unhappy train were together in the room, I took the chief one aside and asked for information respecting this beautiful girl. All that he could supply was of the most vague kind. We brought her, he said, "from the Hospital, by order of the lieutenant-general of police. There is no reason to suppose that she was shut up there for good conduct.

I have questioned her often upon the road; but she persists in refusing even to answer me. Yet, although I received no orders to make any distinction between her and the others, I cannot help treating her differently, for she seems to me somewhat superior to her companions. Yonder is a young man, continued the archer, who can tell you, better than I can, the cause of her misfortunes. He has followed her from Paris, and has scarcely dried his tears for a single moment. He must be either her brother or her lover.

I turned towards the corner of the room, where this young man was seated. He seemed buried in a profound reverie. Never did I behold a more affecting picture of grief. He was plainly dressed; but one may discover at the first glance a man of birth and education. As I approached him he rose, and there was so refined and noble an expression in his eyes, in his whole countenance, in his every movement, that I felt an involuntary impulse to render him any service in my power. I am unwilling to intrude upon your sorrows, said I, taking a seat beside him, but you will, perhaps, gratify the desire I feel to learn something about that beautiful girl, who seems little formed by nature for the miserable condition in which she is placed.

He answered me candidly, that he could not communicate her history without making himself known, and that he had urgent reasons for preserving his own incognito. I may, however, tell you this much, for it is no longer a secret to these wretches, he continued, pointing to the guards,—"that I adore her with a passion so ardent and absorbing as to render me the most unhappy of human beings. I tried every means at Paris to effect her liberty. Petitions, artifice, force—all failed. Go where she may, I have resolved to follow her—to the extremity of the world. I shall embark with her and cross to America.

But think of the brutal inhumanity of these cowardly ruffians, he added, speaking of the guards; they will not allow me to approach her! I had planned an open attack upon them some leagues from Paris; having secured, as I thought, the aid of four men, who for a considerable sum hired me their services. The traitors, however, left me to execute my scheme single-handed, and decamped with my money. The impossibility of success made me of course abandon the attempt, I then implored of the guards permission to follow in their train, promising them a recompense. The love of money procured their consent; but as they required payment every time I was allowed to speak to her, my purse was speedily emptied; and now that I am utterly penniless, they are barbarous enough to repulse me brutally, whenever I make the slightest attempt to approach her. It is but a moment since, that venturing to do so, in spite of their threats, one of the fellows raised the butt-end of his musket. I am now driven by their exactions to dispose of the miserable horse that has brought me hither, and am preparing to continue the journey on foot.

Although he seemed to recite this story tranquilly enough, I observed the tears start to his eyes as he concluded. This adventure struck me as being not less singular than it was affecting. I do not press you, said I to him, to make me the confidant of your secrets; but if I can be of use to you in any way, I gladly tender you my services. Alas! replied he, I see not the slightest ray of hope. I must reconcile myself to my destiny in all its rigour. I shall go to America: there, at least, I may be free to live with her I love. I have written to a friend, who will send me money to Havre-de-Grace. My only difficulty is to get so far, and to supply that poor creature, added he, as he cast a look of sorrow at his mistress, with some few comforts upon the way. Well! said I to him, I shall relieve you from that difficulty. Here is some money, of which I entreat your acceptance: I am only sorry that I can be of no greater service to you.

I gave him four louis-d'ors without being perceived by the guards; for I thought that if they knew he had this money, they might have raised the price of their concessions. It occurred to me, even, to come to an understanding with them, in order to secure for the young man the privilege of conversing with his mistress, during the rest of the journey to Havre, without hindrance. I beckoned the chief to approach, and made the proposition to him. It seemed to abash the ruffian, in spite of his habitual effrontery. It is not, sir, said he, in an embarrassed tone, that we refuse to let him speak to the girl, but he wishes to be always near her, which puts us to inconvenience; and it is just that we should be paid for the trouble he occasions. Let us see! said I to him, what would suffice to prevent you from feeling the inconvenience? He had the audacity to demand two louis. I gave them to him on the spot. But have a care, said I to him, that we have no foul play: for I shall give the young man my address, in order that he may write to me on his arrival; and be assured that I am not without the power to punish you. It cost me altogether six louis-d'ors.

The graceful manner and heartfelt gratitude with which the young unknown thanked me, confirmed my notion that he was of good birth and merited my kindness. I addressed a few words to his mistress before I left the room. She replied to me with a modesty so gentle and so charming that I could not help making, as I went out, a thousand reflections upon the incomprehensible character of women.

Returned to my retreat, I remained in ignorance of the result of this adventure; and ere two years had passed, it was completely blotted from my recollection, when chance brought me an opportunity of learning all the circumstances from beginning to end.

I arrived at Calais, from London, with my pupil, the Marquis of ——. We lodged, if I remember rightly, at the Golden Lion, where, for some reason, we were obliged to spend the following day and night. Walking along the streets in the afternoon, I fancied I saw the same young man whom I had formerly met at Passy. He was miserably dressed, and much paler than when I first saw him. He carried on his arm an old portmanteau, having only just arrived in the town. However, there was an expression in his countenance too amiable not to be easily recognised, and which immediately brought his features to my recollection. Observe that young man, said I to the Marquis; we must accost him.

His joy was beyond expression when, in his turn, he recognised me.

Ah, sir! he cried, kissing my hand, I have then once again an opportunity of testifying my eternal gratitude to you! I enquired of him whence he came. He replied, that he had just arrived, by sea, from Havre, where he had lately landed from America. You do not seem to be too well off for money, said I to him; go on to the 'Golden Lion,' where I am lodging; I will join you in a moment.

I returned, in fact, full of impatience to learn the details of his misfortunes, and the circumstances of his voyage to America. I gave him a thousand welcomes, and ordered that they should supply him with everything he wanted. He did not wait to be solicited for the history of his life. Sir, said he to me, your conduct is so generous, that I should consider it base ingratitude to maintain any reserve towards you. You shall learn not only my misfortunes and sufferings, but my faults and most culpable weaknesses. I am sure that, even while you blame me, you will not refuse me your sympathy.

I should here inform the reader that I wrote down the story almost immediately after hearing it; and he may, therefore, be assured of the correctness and fidelity of the narrative. I use the word fidelity with reference to the substance of reflections and sentiments, which the young man conveyed in the most graceful language. Here, then, is his story, which in its progress I shall not encumber with a single observation that was not his own.

II

I loved Ophelia! forty thousand brothers

Could not, with all their quantity of love,

Make up my sum.

         SHAKESPEARE.

"I was seventeen years old, and was finishing my studies at Amiens, whither my parents, who belonged to one of the first families in Picardy, had sent me. I led a life so studious and well regulated, that my masters pointed to me as a model of conduct for the other scholars. Not that I made any extraordinary efforts to acquire this reputation, but my disposition was naturally tractable and tranquil; my inclinations led me to apply to study; and even the natural dislike I felt for vice was placed to my credit as positive proof of virtue. The successful progress of my studies, my birth, and some external advantages of person, made me a general favourite with the inhabitants of the town.

"I completed my public exercises with such general approbation, that the bishop of the diocese, who was present, proposed to me to enter the church, where I could not fail, he said, to acquire more distinction than in the Order of Malta, for which my parents had destined me. I was already decorated with the Cross, and called the Chevalier des Grieux. The vacation having arrived, I was preparing to return to my father, who had promised to send me soon to the Academy.

"My only regret on quitting Amiens arose from parting with a friend, some years older than myself, to whom I had always been tenderly attached. We had been brought up together; but from the straitened circumstances of his family, he was intended to take orders, and was to remain after me at Amiens to complete the requisite studies for his sacred calling. He had a thousand good qualities. You will recognise in him the very best during the course of my history, and above all, a zeal and fervour of friendship which surpass the most illustrious examples of antiquity. If I had at that time followed his advice, I should have always continued a discreet and happy man. If I had even taken counsel from his reproaches, when on the brink of that gulf into which my passions afterwards plunged me, I should have been spared the melancholy wreck of both fortune and reputation. But he was doomed to see his friendly admonitions disregarded; nay, even at times repaid by contempt from an ungrateful wretch, who often dared to treat his fraternal conduct as offensive and officious.

"I had fixed the day for my departure from Amiens. Alas! that I had not fixed it one day sooner! I should then have carried to my father's house my innocence untarnished.

"The very evening before my expected departure, as I was walking with my friend, whose name was Tiberge, we saw the Arras diligence arrive, and sauntered after it to the inn, at which these coaches stop. We had no other motive than curiosity. Some worn men alighted, and immediately retired into the inn. One remained behind: she was very young, and stood by herself in the court, while a man of advanced age, who appeared to have charge of her, was busy in getting her luggage from the vehicle. She struck me as being so extremely beautiful, that I, who had never before thought of the difference between the sexes, or looked on woman with the slightest attention—I, whose conduct had been hitherto the theme of universal admiration, felt myself, on the instant, deprived of my reason and self-control. I had been always excessively timid, and easily disconcerted; but now, instead of meeting with any impediment from this weakness, I advanced without the slightest reserve towards her, who had thus become, in a moment, the mistress of my heart.

"Although younger than myself, she received my civilities without embarrassment. I asked the cause of her journey to Amiens, and whether she had any acquaintances in the town. She ingenuously told me that she had been sent there by her parents, to commence her novitiate for taking the veil. Love had so quickened my perception, even in the short moment it had been enthroned, that I saw in this announcement a death-blow to my hopes. I spoke to her in a way that made her at once understand what was passing in my mind; for she had more experience than myself. It was against her consent that she was consigned to a convent, doubtless to repress that inclination for pleasure which had already become too manifest, and which caused, in the sequel, all her misfortunes and mine. I combated the cruel intention of her parents with all the arguments that my new-born passion and schoolboy eloquence could suggest. She affected neither austerity nor reserve. She told me, after a moment's silence, that she foresaw too clearly, what her unhappy fate must be; but that it was, apparently, the will of Heaven, since there were no means left her to avert it. The sweetness of her look, the air of sorrow with which she pronounced these words, or rather perhaps the controlling destiny which led me on to ruin, allowed me not an instant to weigh my answer. I assured her that if she would place reliance on my honour, and on the tender interest with which she had already inspired me, I would sacrifice my life to deliver her from the tyranny of her parents, and to render her happy. I have since been a thousand times astonished in reflecting upon it, to think how I could have expressed myself with so much boldness and facility; but love could never have become a divinity, if he had not often worked miracles.

"I made many other pressing and tender speeches; and my unknown fair one was perfectly aware that mine was not the age for deceit. She confessed to me that if I could see but a reasonable hope of being able to effect her enfranchisement, she should deem herself indebted for my kindness in more than life itself could pay. I repeated that I was ready to attempt anything in her behalf; but, not having sufficient experience at once to imagine any reasonable plan of serving her, I did not go beyond this general assurance, from which indeed little good could arise either to her or to myself. Her old guardian having by this time joined us, my hopes would have been blighted, but that she had tact enough to make amends for my

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