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David Cairns
BERLIOZ
VOLUME TWO
List of Illustrations
1 Harriet
2 Friends and Enemies
3 The Music Critic malgré lui
4 Art and Politics
5 A Summer of Composition
6 The Visionary Gleam
7 Malvenuto Cellini
8 “Speak, My Orchestra”
9 Lost Illusions
10 Marie
11 Germany at Last
12 Ophelia Drowning
13 The Damnation of Faust
14 To Russia
15 An Exile in London
16 Return Journey
17 The Call of the Past
18 Prospero’s Wand
19 Liszt
20 The Childhood of Christ
21 Private Passions
22 The Trojans
23 Lobbying
24 Wagner
25 Beneath the Walls of Troy
26 Evening Star
27 Louis
28 Last Rites
Epilogue
David Cairns was chief music critic of the Sunday Times from 1983
to 1992, having earlier been music critic and arts editor of the
Spectator and a writer on the Evening Standard, Financial Times and
New Statesman. He has been Distinguished Visiting Professor at the
University of California at Davis, a visiting scholar at the Getty Center
and a visiting fellow of Merton College, Oxford. In 2013, in
recognition of his services to French music, he was made
Commandeur de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres.
PENGUIN BOOKS
BERLIOZ
Servitude and Greatness 1832–1869
‘David Cairns wins this year’s Whitbread Biography Award for his
masterly evocation of the inner man as well as the outer world in
which he lived and worked. The judges felt that his biography is a
work of art in itself which will still be enjoyed and admired for
centuries to come’ Whitbread judges on David Cairns’s Berlioz:
Servitude and Greatness
‘Berlioz himself described his life as “an improbable novel”. You may,
as I did, break off to play a recording of the work under discussion
(which is a tribute to the way it is discussed), but the sheer human
interest of the tale has you plunging back in’ Francis Carlin, Opera
Now
Her conduct, in the world she lives in, lends her character a
particular merit.
Father, you are utterly mistaken about her. It’s heartbreaking; but that
is how it is. As nothing will disabuse you, I have one last prayer to
make to you: not to destroy the affection my heart holds for you. I
love you, father, with all the love naturally inspired in me by the
tender care with which you surrounded my childhood. Don’t take it
away from me; don’t, I beg you, make me an unfeeling son.
You can be sure that, rightly or wrongly, there is nothing you can do
that will separate me from Harriet. When I say I would do anything to
win her, I mean exactly that; but it is utterly inhuman to drive out the
natural and loving feelings from my heart, to replace them with
despair and all its frightful train. If you are going to say to me again
that “in marrying Miss Smithson I shall bring her misfortune” and that
“I will abandon her for another”, then I must tell you that in order not
to lose my affection for you I shall not open any more letters from La
Côte and there is no point in writing to me. I have sent Edouard a
procuration, in order that, with the help of a notary, he can present
you with my first summons. I have nothing to add; if you don’t
understand me, it would all be to no purpose. H. B.
“In the last resort,” he asks his father in another letter, “what will
be gained by prolonging my torment for three months?”17 And to
Adèle, who alone of the family is not treating him like a pariah:
“After everything that our parents have inflicted on me since I was
twenty, one might have thought they would finally let me be.”18 “Will
they prevent my marrying Harriet?”19 he writes to Adèle, a few
weeks later. “No, a thousand times no. Today I feel so outraged by
this abuse of legal force on my account that even if I ceased to love
and respect Mlle Smithson and all my feelings for her turned to
hatred and contempt, I should still marry her. But I love her with a
deep and tender love which, now that it is shared, no longer has the
dreadful bitterness of the first five years; and curses without end on
all obstacles which delay what I regard as the moment of my
supreme happiness.”
On her side Harriet was subjected by her family to direct and
continuous pressure which played on her natural uncertainties. Her
mother had not come to Paris with her but her sister Anne had.20
Though younger, and crippled, she had long assumed the dominant
role in their relationship, and Harriet, preoccupied with her work and
used to leaving all domestic arrangements and decisions to others,
had let her. In opposing the marriage tooth and nail she spoke for
their absent mother as well. Harriet was the family breadwinner and,
until her recent troubles, a successful one. They depended on her.
Marriage of any kind would mean upheaval to lives built around her
career as an actress. Marriage to a Frenchman of doubtful prospects
and erratic temperament would be a disaster and must not be
allowed to happen. In addition, Anne had taken an instant dislike to
Berlioz. She was often in and out of the room during their têtes-à-
têtes, watching with exasperation as he knelt, tears in his eyes,
gazing up into her sister’s face. Once, when he had talked Harriet
into letting him have a civil licence drawn up, Anne seized it from her
and tore it up in front of them. When Berlioz was not there and
Harriet was not at the theatre, she kept up a barrage of waspish
comments, dinning into her the reasons why such a match was
impossible and assuring her that Berlioz was actually mad; someone
had written from London saying that it was a fact and all Paris knew
it.21
From the beginning of March Anne had her even more at her
mercy. Returning on the afternoon of 1 March from a meeting at the
Ministry of Commerce and Public Works, where she had been
discussing arrangements for a benefit, Harriet caught her dress on
the carriage door as she was stepping down and, twisting her right
foot, fractured both bones just above the ankle. Two passers-by
caught her as she fell and carried her into the house.
The accident, the climax of three and a half months of misfortune
and the death blow to the English company, may or may not have
been psychologically motivated; but its consequence was a long and
painful convalescence, during which Harriet was confined to the
house in acute discomfort, a passive listener to her sister’s diatribes.
The leg, broken in the worst place, healed very slowly. Three months
later she could walk only with crutches. It was July before she
ventured out, on Berlioz’s arm, to the nearby Tuileries Gardens.
The news was reported by Félix Marmion in a letter of 6 March to
his sister Joséphine Berlioz, who by now knew the worst.22 Marmion
remained pessimistic:
Only chance can save us – for it’s an illusion to believe that Hector will
make the least sacrifice to the wishes and misgivings of his family. His
madness is in the head, which is even worse than if his heart were
caught. One can’t begin to reason with him; he doesn’t want to hear,
gets easily irritated, and regards us as his enemies. Fearing probably
that I’ll raise the matter when we meet, he appears to be avoiding
me. I’ve not seen him once chez moi since I arrived in Paris. We’ve
written to each other, and Alphonse and I have met him a few times,
to get information and to try to forestall disaster. Up till now the only
hope we had was in the delay caused by his negotiations with his
father and by the accident which has just befallen Miss Smithson: four
days ago she broke her leg while getting out of a carriage. I was
naturally anxious at the effect the news of this event would have on
his volcanic temperament; but I found him, though much affected,
calmer than I expected. I had written two days before to say that he
and Alphonse absolutely must come and dine with me, and I gave
them both a rendezvous – to which only Alphonse turned up. Hector
didn’t even respond to my invitation but merely sent me, by a
musician we both know, two tickets for a concert at which a piece of
his is being played.fn1 It was last Sunday [3 March] that we were
supposed to meet. I found Alphonse at our rendezvous; and after
walking up and down for a while, with no sign of your son, we
decided we would go and see him, to distract him from his gloom and
force him to come and cheer up a little with us; for that was our plan
of campaign: we were not going to treat the affair tragically but, on
the contrary, to combat his absurd project by laughing at it. We found
him in; he paced up and down the room, hardly speaking to us, visibly
affected but none the less quite calm. We had agreed, Alphonse and
I, to pretend not to know about Miss S.’s accident, so as to make our
planned meeting more natural. I began by saying, “Well, we’re going
to have dinner together, you must have had my letter, why didn’t you
reply?” He answered, “I couldn’t. So you don’t know about the
accident.” (Then he described it.) “But,” I said, “one has to have
dinner, so come on.” “No,” he said, “I have to go and fetch a young
man, we’re dining together.” “Can’t you put him off?” “I could, but I’m
not going to, because you would involve me in a conversation that I
don’t want to listen to.” At that Alphonse and I sadly took our leave,
to talk over dinner about our abortive expedition and how little hope
we still had. I had been thinking of attempting a visit to Miss S., to try
to break down her resolution by telling her about the family’s
unconquerable repugnance to the marriage, but hadn’t yet fixed a
day. In addition I have to find an interpreter, and the move must be
made with care. The recent accident gives me time to reflect. They
both live a long way from me, which is another difficulty, not to
mention that my work rarely allows me to get off before five or six in
the evening. I may write to her. It’s vital not to make a false move,
and above all not to aggravate that deranged mind any further.
With Harriet incapacitated, Berlioz assumed full responsibility for
the benefit which they had both been organizing in the hope of
paying off some of her debts – debts now swollen still more by her
medical bills. He wrote letters in her name, which she signed, and
saw to the practical details of the event. The intended gala
performance of Romeo and Juliet, with a miniature concert in one of
the entr’actes, was replaced by a miscellaneous evening involving
many of the brightest stars of the theatrical and musical worlds –
Mlle Mars, Mlle Duchesnois, Samson, Arnal, Rubini, Tamburini, Giulia
Grisi, Liszt, Chopin, Urhan (Théâtre-Italien, 2 April) – which realized
6,500 francs.
After the accident Berlioz became if anything an even more
assiduous visitor at the apartment in the Rue Castiglione, the street
running north from the Rue de Rivoli, just round the corner from
their old lodgings at the Hôtel du Congrès, where Harriet and her
sister had moved not long before. For the time being, however, her
invalid condition ruled out any decisive change. Worse, the weeks of
discomfort and immobility further sapped her confidence, making
her still less able to assert herself against her sister or respond to
Berlioz’s ardour, let alone nerve herself to the momentous step of
marriage. Even when she had recovered sufficiently to walk with
only a slight limp, and the legal obstacles had been surmounted, she
continued to hesitate. Whereas he had satisfied himself that the
rumours he kept hearing about her were false, she had to go on
listening to equally damaging charges against him which, reject
them as she might, were persistent and insidious enough to leave a
lingering doubt. Above all, not being used as he was to a hand-to-
mouth existence, the prospect of marrying on nothing terrified her.
As the weeks dragged on he was several times on the point of
forcing himself to a separation. Always it was she who drew them
back. In late February, just before her accident, the daily scenes with
her sister of which he was the cause had become so acrimonious
that he told her that rather than estrange her totally from her family
he was ready to give her up (“which wasn’t true – I should die”) –
only to abandon the idea in the face of the extreme distress and
heart-warming display of affection it prompted.23 “The one thing
that frightens me is her faintheartedness,” he had written during the
first weeks of their relationship; and it becomes a motif of his
letters.24 At times he felt he would never succeed in overcoming it.
In the immediate aftermath of the accident he hesitated again. On
12 March he wrote to Edouard Rocher telling him “not to go on” with
the legal submissions “for the moment; I have no further need to
get married just now.25 If, later, Harriet absolutely wants it, I
imagine the first submission you made will still count.” The letter,
shown to Dr Berlioz, was taken by the family as a sign that the
immediate danger was over. Nancy regretted only that the
submission had to be presented in a centre of gossip like La Côte,
“where the houses are made of glass and domestic life is exposed to
the four winds”.26 Ten days later Berlioz was telling Rocher to forget
what he had said and present the second submission.27
In the spring a separation did take place. It did not last. Though
Berlioz, in response to a desperate note from Harriet, remained “cold
and impassive as a marble statue” when they met, she persuaded
him to see her a second time and poured out a flood of
“protestations and explanations” which at least partly reassured
him.28 Lack of money was now their biggest stumbling-block. In July,
and again in August, he attempted to raise a few thousand francs
from his connections in Dauphiné, both times apparently in vain. A
friend went to see Nancy’s husband Camille Pal to negotiate a loan.
Even Nancy was touched by her brother’s plight, though such a loan
was of course out of the question – the very thought of the money
being used to “support Miss Smithson” was “revolting”.29 Harriet’s
financial state was indeed desperate; she was still heavily in debt
and talked once more of returning to England. She refused, however,
to accept a penny of Berlioz’s money. Instead he managed to get her
a grant of 1,000 francs from the Fund for the Encouragement of the
Arts, and in response to her plea for help the Duc d’Orléans sent
200. Yet by the end of July Berlioz was again near to breaking free.
He understood her difficulties; but she was wearing him out. “This
evening I shall see Harriet perhaps for the last time.30 She is so
unhappy that my heart bleeds for her. Her timid, vacillating character
makes her unable to take the least decision. But it must reach a
conclusion; I cannot live like this.”
Once again he stayed. The scenes with her sister grew more
violent. He wished he could “exterminate that bloody little
hunchback”. She told him to his face that if only she were strong
enough she would throw him out of the window. Each time he
persuaded Harriet to the verge of marriage she shrank back.
He could bear it no longer. When she accused him of not loving
her he took an overdose of opium on the spot, followed – in
response to her cries and protestations of love – by an emetic. In an
access of remorse she said yes, then “once more hesitated, her
resolve shaken by her sister’s attacks and her alarm at the wretched
state of our fortunes.31 She has nothing, yet I love her; but she
cannot bring herself to entrust her fate to me. She wants to wait a
few more months. Months! Damnation take it! I cannot wait any
longer.” He had, after all, waited nearly six years.32 On Thursday 29
August he wrote telling her that he would call for her on Saturday, to
take her to the mairie: if she refused, he would leave the following
Thursday for Berlin. (By the regulations of the Prix de Rome he
should have gone there in January.) “She doesn’t believe in my
resolution, and has sent me word that I will have her reply today. It
will be the same phrases – begging me to come and see her, saying
she is ill, etc. But I shall stand firm, and she will see that if I have
been weak and dying at her feet all this time, I can get up again,
shun her, and live for those who love and understand me. I have
done all I can for her, and she dares not take a risk for me. It’s too
fainthearted, too reasonable. So I am going.” But he didn’t. Instead,
she came.
A few days before, he had been approached by a group of friends
on behalf of a young woman of eighteen, a fugitive from a brute
who had been keeping her prisoner.33 The poor girl, terrified of
falling into the man’s clutches again, was set on leaving the country.
Would he help her get away?
It is quite possible that the romantic circumstances were invented
by Janin and the others to appeal to his chivalrous nature and thus
liberate him from Miss Smithson. But the girl was real enough.
Berlioz met her, found her intelligent, charming and musical, and
agreed to take her with him to Berlin and, with Spontini’s help, try to
get her a place in one of the choruses.
This intriguing idyll would certainly have changed the story if it
had happened, as it nearly did. Quite apart from the attractions of
the young fugitive, he had finally made up his mind.
My passport is ready, I have a few things left to settle, and then I’m
off. It must be ended. I’m leaving poor Harriet really unhappy, her
position is appalling; but I have nothing to reproach myself with and I
can’t do any more for her. I would still give my life for one month
spent at her side, loved as I must be. She’ll weep and she’ll despair. It
will be too late. She will suffer the consequences of her unfortunate
character, weak and incapable of high feelings or resolute action …
Then she’ll get over it and find that I was wrong. That’s how it always
is. As for me, I must go forward, turning a deaf ear to the clamour of
my inner voice, which tells me that I am indeed wretched and that life
is an atrocity.
Harriet, however, must have realized that this time he meant it.
Whether or not she found out about the travelling companion, his
ultimatum brought her at last to the point. At the beginning of
September she took the plunge. Their banns were published. (The
fugitive was provided for by a subscription among his friends, and
thereafter disappears from the scene.) A month later, on Thursday, 3
October 1833, Berlioz and Harriet Smithson were married at the
British Embassy in the Rue du Faubourg St Honoré, with Liszt one of
the witnesses and Hiller and Heine in attendance.34
The account in the Memoirs, though written after the
disillusionment of their broken marriage, relives the unbelievable
elation of that moment so long dreamed of and fought for, so long
denied:35
On our wedding day she had nothing in the world except her debts
and the dread that because of her accident she would never be able
to make a successful return to the stage. I on my side possessed the
total sum of three hundred francs, lent me by my friend Gounet; and
once again I had quarrelled with my family. But she was mine and I
defied the world.
What of Harriet? What did it do for her? Because we have only his
side of the story, not hers, because her career as an actress went
into eclipse, and because Berlioz, though he never abandoned her,
did eventually leave her “for another” as his father predicted, she
has taken on the pathos and passive air of one to whom events
happen; she is the irrevocably fading star, the helpless object of
another’s fantasies, dragooned into a marriage she did not really
desire – the “unfortunate Harriet Smithson” on whom, in Barzun’s
phrase, Berlioz, “so constituted that his ‘tenacity’ would not let him
yield anything on which he had once set his heart”, had fastened a
love image that was the pure product of his imagination.36 “Berlioz,”
says Hippeau, “is less to be pitied than the unhappy actress at
whose feet he threw himself without knowing whether, once the
splendid dream had become reality, domestic life would give him the
satisfaction his ardour demanded.”37 Instead of the Juliet, the
Ophelia he yearned to possess, says Tiersot, he found – “ô
déception!”38 – that he had married “une dame anglaise”.
In all this, knowledge of the tragic end colours our attitude. The
evidence suggests a different picture. Certainly Harriet, during these
months, vacillated and drew back several times from the brink; but
her hesitancy was perfectly natural. Her life had long been centred
on her family; marriage was not a state that either circumstances or
personal history inclined her to. To marry an impoverished foreign
artist of no assured income when you yourself are deep in debt and
have no immediate financial prospects, to start a new life and a new
home under those conditions, would have seemed a questionable
step even without a demoralizing physical injury and even without
the propaganda she was daily subjected to – “the thousand and one
absurd slanders”, as Berlioz wrote after their marriage, “which, she
has since explained, were used to put her off me and which were
the cause of her frequent indecisiveness, among them one that
really frightened her: the assertion, which she was told categorically
was true, that I was liable to epileptic fits”.39 No wonder she
wavered. But Berlioz’s letters reveal another Harriet: a Harriet who,
despite everything, could not bear to be parted from him and who,
loving him, took the initiative in their reconciliations; who stuck
rigorously to her principle of never accepting the smallest sum of
money from him and once, discovering that he had given her sister a
few hundred francs, forced him to take them back on pain of never
seeing her again; who was “glad he had nothing, for at least he
could not doubt that it was for himself that she loved him”; who
insisted that he got to know her as she was and not as the
incarnation of the Shakespearean heroines she played, and for that
reason forbade him to go and see her act.40, 41 This does not sound
like a weak-minded woman who allows herself to be used by a man
for his own egotistical fancy, nor like a woman who (as has been
said) in her extremity turns to him for material support – in Berlioz’s
case hardly the likeliest source of it. Her imagination, like his, was
enthralled by his Romantic attachment and by the sense of their
converging destinies. But everything we know about her indicates a
person of spirit with a mind of her own.
Except for a single performance of Romeo and Juliet at the Salle
Chanteraine which he may have attended (Harriet appeared once
each in Romeo, Hamlet and Othello during the month of January
1833), Berlioz, who had last seen her on stage in 1827, did not see
her act again until after they were married. Had he done so he
would not have found an artist past her best. It is commonly
assumed that Harriet had lost her power to appeal to the French
(something the English professed to find totally mysterious in any
case): at thirty-two, Sainte-Beuve’s “céleste Smithson” had aged and
coarsened. Berlioz himself reported, just before he fell under the old
spell, that she was “changed in every respect”.42 Without doubt
Harriet was a good deal stouter than she used to be (a lighter
person might not have broken her leg when she stepped awkwardly
on to the pavement). But her Parisian peers did not find her any less
remarkable. For them she remained not just a name but a living
force. And when she was in extreme need they gave their aid as to
an equal.
Jules Janin, in a bravura review in the Journal des débats, might
argue that it was too late to revive the glories of 1827 – the vogue
for Shakespeare had been submerged in the torrential if
melodramatic passions of modern French drama – but the great
Marie Dorval knew that Smithson had as much as ever to teach her
about the technique and emotional expression of tragic acting, and
she watched her whenever she could.43 She was with Auguste
Barbier and her lover Alfred de Vigny in Antoine Fontenay’s box on
26 December 1832 when Smithson played the last two acts of
Romeo and Juliet at a benefit evening at the Vaudeville.44 In January
Dorval went to the Salle Chantereine, writing a day or two later to
Vigny: “If you had come to the English theatre with me we could
have visited her together in her dressing-room and then afterwards,
together, at her place.45 [ … ] You know how keen I am to see
Smithson.” Five years later, by which time she is reduced to
performing isolated scenes with inadequate supporting actors, her
lustre in the eyes of her fellow-artists is undimmed. Adèle Hugo,
conveying Victor Hugo’s congratulations to Berlioz on the success of
his Requiem, goes out of her way to praise, on her own and her
husband’s behalf, Harriet’s wonderful performance in the fifth act of
Jane Shore, which they had seen seven months earlier and wish
they could see again.46
The newspaper accounts of her acting in the winter of 1832–3 are
of an actress still at the height of her powers.47 Miss Smithson, the
Débats reported,48
has more élan and passion than most English actresses. She is a
tragedienne in the genre of Mme Dorval. Pathetic, gifted with the gift
of tears, real tears, she expresses grief in all its anguish and intensity
with a heartfelt truthfulness. Sometimes she exaggerates the tears
and the cries; as Shakespeare says, “she o’ersteps the modesty of
nature”. But she remains a remarkable actress, admirable above all in
her mastery of shades of expression and in her extraordinary ability to
pass from tender feelings to paroxysms of rage and despair. When she
does, her features become contorted, transformed, with the practised
skill that only the greatest actors possess.
The early stages of these Insects are of great interest. The eggs, so
far as known, are peculiar flat oval scales, of irregular outline and
transparent; we have figured an example in Vol. V. Fig. 83. The eggs
of the same moth are said to vary much in size, though the larvae
that emerge from them differ little from one another in this respect.
The latter are peculiar, inasmuch as they have no abdominal feet,
and the thoracic legs are but small; hence the caterpillars move in an
imperceptible gliding manner that has suggested for some of them
the name of slug-worms. The metamorphoses of a few are known.
They may be arranged in two groups; one in which the larva is
spinose or armed with a series of projections and appendages
persisting throughout life; while in the members of the second group
the spines have only a temporary existence. At the moment the
young larva of Apoda testudo emerges from the egg it has no
conspicuous spines or processes, and is an extremely soft,
colourless creature,[290] but it almost immediately displays a
remarkable system of complex spines. These really exist in the larva
when it is hatched, and are thrust out from pits, as explained by Dr.
Chapman. In the succeeding stages, the spines become modified in
form, and the colour of the body and the nature of the integument
are much changed, so that in the adult larva (Fig. 199) the spines
have subsided into the condition of mere prominences, different in
colour from the rest of the surface. These larvae appear to be
destitute of a head, but there really exists a large one which is
retracted, except during feeding, into the body; the five pairs of
abdominal feet of the larvae of allied families are replaced by sucker-
like structures on the first eight abdominal segments. The spinneret
of the mouth is not a pointed tubular organ, but is fish-tailed in
shape, and hence disposes the silky matter, that aids the larva in
moving on the leaves, in the form of a ribbon instead of that of a
thread. It has been stated that these peculiar larvae "imitate" the
coloured galls frequently found on the leaves of trees. The North
American forms of this family have very varied and most
extraordinary larvae.[291] In the pretty and conspicuous larva of
Empretia stimulea, the tubercles or processes of the body are, in the
later stages, armed with hairs, that contain a poisonous or irritating
fluid, said to be secreted by glands at the bases of the processes.
These hairs are readily detached and enter the skin of persons
handling the caterpillars. The larva of the North American Hag-moth,
Phobetron pithecium, is a curious object, bearing long, fleshy
appendages covered with down. Hubbard makes the following
statement as to the instincts of this larva:[292]—"The hag-moth larvae
do not seek to hide away their cocoons, but attach them to leaves
and twigs fully exposed to view, with, however, such artful
management as to surroundings and harmonising colours that they
are of all the group the most difficult to discover. A device to which
this Insect frequently resorts exhibits the extreme of instinctive
sagacity. If the caterpillar cannot find at hand a suitable place in
which to weave its cocoon, it frequently makes for itself more
satisfactory surroundings by killing the leaves, upon which, after they
have become dry and brown in colour, it places its cocoon. Several
of these caterpillars unite together, and selecting a long and vigorous
immature shoot or leader of the orange tree, they kill it by cutting into
its base until it wilts and bends over. The leaves of a young shoot in
drying turn a light tan-color, which harmonises most perfectly with
the hairy locks of the caterpillar covering the cocoon. The latter is,
consequently, not easily detected, even when placed upon the
exposed and upturned surface of the leaf."
The position of the abdominal feet and claspers throws the holding
power of the larva to the posterior part of the body, instead of to the
middle, as in other caterpillars. This, combined with the elongate
form, causes these larvae when reposing to assume attitudes more
or less different from those of other larvae; holding on by the
claspers, some of these Insects allow all the anterior parts of the
body to project in a twig-like manner. The front parts are not,
however, really free in such cases, but are supported by a thread of
silk extending from the mouth to some point near-by. Another plan
adopted is to prop the front part of the body against a twig placed at
right angles to the supporting leaf, so that the caterpillar is in a
diagonal line between the two (Fig. 202). Other Geometers assume
peculiar coiled or spiral attitudes during a whole or a portion of their
lives; some doing this on a supporting object—leaf or twig—while
others hang down (Ephyra pendularia). Certain of the larvae of
Geometridae vary in colour, from shades of brown to green; there is
much diversity in this variation. In some species it is simple variation;
in others it is dimorphism, i.e. the larvae are either brown or green. In
other cases the larvae are at first variable, subsequently dimorphic.
In Amphidasis betularia it would appear that when the larva is
hatched the dimorphism is potential, and that the future colour,
whether green or brown, is settled by some determining condition
during the first period of larval life and cannot be subsequently
modified.[306] According to Poulton, the dark tint is due in A.
betularia to colouring matter in the skin or immediately below it, and
the green tint to a layer of fat between the hypodermis and the
superficial muscles; this layer being always green, but more brightly
green in the larvae that are of this colour externally. Much discussion
has occurred about these larval attitudes and colours, and it seems
probable that Professor Poulton has overrated the value of
protection from birds, mammals and entomologists; the chief
destroying agents being other than these, and not liable to be thus
deceived, even if the vertebrates are. In some cases such
resemblance as undoubtedly exists is not made the best use of. The
larva shown in figure 202 bore a wonderful resemblance, when
examined, to the rose-twigs it lived on, but the effect of this as a
concealing agent was entirely destroyed by the attitude; for this,
being on different lines to those of the plant, attracted the eye at
once. This larva, and we may add numerous other larvae, could
have been perfectly concealed by adopting a different attitude, but
never did so; the position represented being constantly maintained
except while feeding.
In some species of this family the adult females are without wings, or
have them so small that they can be of no use for flight. This curious
condition occurs in various and widely-separated groups of the
Geometridae; and it would be naturally supposed to have a great
effect on the economy of the species exhibiting it, but this is not the
case. Some of the flightless females affect the highest trees and, it is
believed, ascend to their very summits to oviposit. It has been
suggested that they are carried up by the winged males, but this is
probably only an exceptional occurrence; while, as they are known to
be capable of ascending with rapidity by means of crawling and
running, it may be taken for granted that this is the usual method
with them. Some of these wingless females have been found in
numbers on gas-lamps, and are believed to have been attracted by
the light, as is the case with very many of the winged forms.[307]
Neither is the geographical distribution limited by this inferior
condition of the most important of the organs of locomotion, for
Cheimatobia brumata (the Winter-moth) one of the species with
flightless female, is a common and widely distributed Insect in
Europe and North America.
Although the classification of this family is based almost entirely on
wing-nervuration, yet there are some divisions of the Geometridae in
which this character is remarkably variable, certain individuals
frequently exhibiting considerable abnormality.[308] Amphidasis
betularia is believed to have changed its variation considerably in the
course of the last fifty years. Previous to that time a black variety of
the species was unknown, but it has now become common; and it is
believed that other species of Geometridae are in process of
exhibiting a similar phenomenon.[309]