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With this volume of the Collected Works of Jacques Maritain, the
University of Notre Dame Press published the first English edition
of a remarkable group of essays that Maritain had prepared for
publication in the year before his death. He brought together various
writings that had not appeared in print or had circulated privately. The
heart of the book is to be found in two groups of articles.
The first consists of philosophical essays. Several deal with truth, with
philosophy at the time of Vatican II, and with the divine aseity; two
are on philosophy of nature, dealing with evolution and with animal
instinct; and three are on moral philosophy.
NOTRE
DAME
Untrammeled Approaches
THE COLLECTEDWORKSOF JACQUESMARITAIN
Volume 20
Honorary Editor-in-Chief
Theodore M. Hesburgh, c.s.c.
Editors
Ralph Mclnerny
Frederick Crosson Bernard Doering
Acknowledgments
A grant from the Homeland Foundation enabled this series to get under way.
Untrammeled Approaches
JACQUESMARITAIN
Translated
by
Bernard Doering
Prefaceby
Ernst R. Korn (Heinz R. Schmitz)
oo The paper used in this publication meets the minimum requirements of the
American National Standard for Information Sciences-Permanence of Paper for
Printed Materials, ANSI Z39.48-1984.
CONTENTS
Preface by Heinz R. Schmitz (under the pseudonym of Ernst R.
Korn) vii
Maritain Chronology xxiii
is so, can it then be the property of a nature, which, like ours, in so many ways is
held in bondage? Aristotle had thought it impossible. But St.Thomas, who affirms
that metaphysics is divine knowledge because it has God as its object,6adds
that it is divine by yet another claim: God possesses it eminently, "ipsetamen
maximehabet";better yet, He is in truth the only one to possess it, being the
only one to have a perfect understanding of it.7Man will never use it as its master,
he will never dispose of it as of a possession, but only as of a thing which is loaned
to him. 8 Now although we can attain such wisdom only very imperfectly and,
as a result, to a very modest degree, yet what we can attain of this wisdom, is
incomparably more valuable than what we can arrive at by the other forms of
knowledge. 9 If such knowledge is the first in dignity and the queen of the
noblest faculty of our nature, it should be treated with the greatest respect.
Precisely as a divine form of knowledge, "scientiamaximedivina,"it deserves
the greatest honors-and it is not St. Thomas, for whom it is "maximehonorabi-
lis,"the most honorable of the sciences,10 who would refuse it these honors. At
the very moment when he shows that there are wisdoms much higher than
the great wisdom of metaphysics and at the very point where he establishes
that theology is superior to philosophy, he does not cease to affirm philoso-
phy's divine character. 11 For all that, he has no intention of absorbing philoso-
phy into theology (as is the case today with a theologian like Karl Rahner for
whom philosophical knowledge is a kind of "anonymous theology"). 12 And
he does not intend either to dissolve it in some mystical movement (according
to a process inaugurated by the first philosophus teutonicus,Jacob Boehme, and
4 Ibid.,§ 59.
5 Ibid.,§ 60. For St. Thomas, "ipsa sola est libera inter scientias," § 58.
6 Ibid.,§ 64.
7 Ibid.
8 Ibid.
9 Ibid.,§ 60.
10 St. Thomas Aquinas, In Metaphysicam Aristotelis,lib. I, lect. 3, ed. Cathala, § 64.
11 In Boetiide Trinitate,prooemium, q. 2, a. 2: "Haecscientia[i.e., the science of
theology] estaltioriliadivinaquamPhilosophi tradiderunt."
12 "Inevitably in any philosophy, theology, in a thematic way, is already put into
practice ... " Karl Rahner, Ecrits theologiques,volume VII (Paris: Desclee de
Brouwer, 1967), p. 49.
PREFACE ix
taken up again by a whole school of German philosophers). For whatever may
be the role that the higher forms of wisdom (the theology and the wisdom of
the saints) are called to play with regard to philosophy, St. Thomas never
forgets that they have natural reason as a foundation and that they are, as a
consequence, strictly rational forms of knowledge: "perfectumopusrationis." 13
23 John of St. Thomas points out that the object of theology "pertinetad habitum
naturalemet naturaliteracquisitum."Curs.theol.,vol. I, disp. 2. a. 12.
24 Jacques Maritain, An Essayon ChristianPhliosophy,p. 8.
xiv Preface
theology, reason receives from faith the communication of an instrumental
power by which the power proper to reason exercises itself at a new and higher
level, in the case of philosophy, that is to say when reason sets itself to
scrutinize being by its own proper light, the illumination which it receives
from faith does not raise it to a new level, but strengthens it in its activity as
principal cause. The truth is that in this last case where reason acts on its own
behalf, philosophy is princepsand domina,whereas in working on behalf of
theology it is ancilla(but not serva).The fact that philosophical reason receives
from the grace of faith a medicinal aid (which does not mean that gratiasanans
makes deviations impossible, even very serious ones), the fact that philosophi-
cal reason is sustained and strengthened in its own life by the power of faith,
this constitutes a subjective contribution of capital importance for philosophi-
cal activity. Let us add that philosophy, insofar as it is a certain perfection of
the intelligence, is also made firmer and more sure of itself by theology and
mystical wisdom (thanks to the vital solidarity and dynamic continuity of
those habitusof which the higher strengthen the lower in their order). The
habitus of mystical contemplation "clarifies and soothes, spiritualizes the
philosophic habituswithin its own order. And in the light of theology, meta-
physical truths take on a radiance so immediate and convincing that in
consequence the philosopher's labors are blest with a new facility and fruit-
fulness, Henceforth, in fact, metaphysics cannot assume its fullest proportions
in the human mind without experiencing the attraction of theology." 25
If it is true that the attraction exercised on philosophy by these higher lights
enables it "to achieve some degree of self-detachment and be relieved of some
of its ponderousness," 26 it is nevertheless necessary to note that, whatever the
conditions of its formation and of its exercise in the soul may be, philosophy
remains a work of reason. This unifying and multiform participation, this
dynamic continuity within this threefold Christian wisdom do not come about
at the expense of the formal distinction of objects, and the fact that philosophy
is attracted by higher wisdoms does not give it another formal object; other-
wise this would do violence to the very nature of philosophy. In undergoing
the attraction of the other wisdoms and in receiving their vivifying influx,
philosophy does not submit to a movement imposed from the outside; rather
it obeys its own nature and its naturalaspirationsto know,as best as possible,
everythingthat comeswithin its domain.In its communion with theological and
mystical wisdom, it loses not one single element of its own identity. On the
contrary, in this communion it will be more fully itself and more strictly faithful
to its nature as philosophy because then the scientiaveritatiswill itself be even
truer, since H will then have a better knowledge of the vastness of being.
In speaking of philosophy considered in its existential state which is that of
reason in a Christian order, Jacques Maritain often used the term "Christian
25 Jacques Maritain, An Essayon ChristianPhilosophy,pp. 26-27.
26 Ibid.,p. 28.
PREFACE xv
philosophy." If today he proposes to designate it by another word, it is first of
all because the name Christian philosophy is too suggestive of a philosophy
that is not free but bound by some restriction or other of a confessional nature.
There is however a more profound reason for changing the vocabulary on this
point. The truth is that the term "Christian philosophy" runs the risk of hiding
from our mind's eye that we are no longer concerned here with philosophy
considered simply as such, but with philosophy that has come to its full
maturity, with philosophyconsidered fully as such.27 What is fundamentally at
stake here is much more than a change of vocabulary. It is a question of
indicating that the state in which philosophy finds itself in a Christian order
is not only a better state for reason, but a state in which philsoophy as such
attains its proper plenitude and attains it only there.
The growth in awareness of this fact marks a historical turning point of
capital importance for philosophical reason itself to the degree that it implies
the growth in awareness by philosophy of the breadth of its own domain.
This domain is above all that of the formal object of the philosopher: being
as it is accessible to natural reason. But being has an infinite amplitude; and it
includes higher degrees, which are offered to our mind by faith and the
supernatural order and which, without being the formal object of philosophy,
are objects which concern it eminently and which it receives from a higher
wisdom. As soon as it makes contact with being, the intelligence thirsts for
being in its totality. Far from compartmentalizing the mind and enclosing it
within the limits of its formal object-as is the case for the specialized sciences
(chemistry, biology, etc.; a physicist devoted to a specialized sector of physics
does not understand what a physicist devoted to another sector is saying!)-
philosophy, which is already a form of wisdom, refuses to compartmentalize
the intellect and to imprison it in its formal object (according to an only too
prevalent narrow-minded conception, which misconstrues both being and the
mind). It is the formal object itself of the philosopher who is fully a philosopher
which asks him to consider objects of a higher order, which are objects of a
science superior to his own, that is, the science of theology. It asks this of him
certainly not in order to acquire full knowledge (savoir)of them (a knowledge
which depends on a higher order than his and is the affair of the theologian),
but in order to complete as much as possible, in his ownperspective, his quest
for beingto whichhis intelligence is assigned.
In theology there are certainly objectsbeyondthe formal object of philosophy,
but to which the latter requires the philosopher to apply himself by way of
personal research which has no pretension whatever of leading to a demon-
strated certitude. The views and opinions resulting from this personal re-
search, which are naturally subject to the control of the theologian, may
eventually be of use to him.
And understood thus as objects of thought proposed by the philosopher,
does being which it encounters require philosophy to tum its gaze above its
formal object; it is again theology itself, by the very fact that it proposes to our
mind objects more elevated than those of philosophy, which invites the latter
to enlarge the dimensions of its domain. To say, as St. Thomas does, that
philosophy cannot take on its full development in our minds without the
support of the theological habitus,is to affirm at the same time that philosophy
cannot be fully itself without being concerned in its own way with theological
philosophy to do what is impossible for it, nor to do violence to its very nature.
This extension of philosophy to the dimensions of faith is valid also when
philosophy works to advance its own work. It must be noted however that
such an enlargement of philosophy is carried out in an essentially different
manner depending on whether philosophy is fulfilling its office of ancillain
the service of theology or whether it is working in its own behalf. In the first
case it is integrated, as an instrumentof theology, in a procedure and in the
service of an enterprise which at each stage of its elaboration is formally
theological. In the work which it then carries out, philosophy is entirely
dependent on the theological habitus. In the other case, however, where
philosophy is working in its own behalf, conforming itself to the dimensions
of faith requires that philosophy seek help in the theological habitus itself
(which the philosopher must possess at least in elementary form) in order to
be able to tum its gaze toward objects theological in themselves, but which it
is necessary and indispensable for philosophy to consider if it is to push to
the very limit of its own domain.
Is this to practice theological science? Not at all.
The remarks of a theologian like Father Congar concerning the person of
the Church are rather complex but very significant. 33 The reflection of the
Christian philosopher, when he scrutinizes (as a philosopher) some point
relating to theology, is certainly a reflectionof theologicalnature,but his manner
of approaching the theological object, his free demeanor in conversing tete-a-
tete with it, in short his procedureis altogether different from the procedure
which the theologian must follow when he wishes to practice theological science.
If philosophy, taken in the strictest and fullest sense of the term, recognizes
fully and affirms clearly its relation to theology, would it not be more fitting
to call it by a new name: theo-philosophy? This designation seems quite accurate
and guarantees liberty of research and of vocabulary, freeing us (because the
32 In Boet.prooemium, q. 2, a. 3.
33 "Jacques Maritain often insists on his professional title of Christian philosopher.
He refuses to be classified as a 'theologian,' but he still does theology since he
insists on thinking out his faith. And perhaps from this very point of view, he
remains a philosopher. He speaks of grace and of the Church almost like a
naturalist of the supernatural, as of physical types of realities: after all, these are
concreterealities, which in fact have a certain nature, a certain ontology." (Revue
Thomiste,1971,no. 4, p. 633.
PREFACE xix
relation to theology is frankly indicated) from the ambiguous vocabulary of
those philosophers who present themselves as pure philosophers while har-
boring hidden theological agenda.
The whole of German philosophy in which Nietzsche saw "an insidious
theology" or "a masked theology" is the most typical example. Indeed, this
system of thought, from Boehme to Heidegger (and the philosophy of
Nietzsche himself, however atheistic it claims to be, is no exception), proceeds
in disguise, concealing under a philosophical vocabulary a claim of an entirely
different order. Is it not the duty of philosophy, freed by faith and come to its
full maturity, to indicate openly and frankly its relation to the theology
inscribed in its natural aspirations? It is not because of its connection with
theology (and also with a certain mysticism) that German philosophy must be
called to account. What must be held against it is that it began by separating
and opposingphilosophy, theology, and mysticism to one another, and ended
up by absorbing theology and mysticism into philosophy itself.
What has taken place now that, with the Lutheran revolution, the unity of
this threefold Christian wisdom has been broken and its dynamic continuity
destroyed? Each of the three continues to aspire toward that whole from which
it was separated. And each one now strives separately to realize alone the work
which needs the cooperation of all. That is to say that each part takes upon
itself the work of the whole and ends up turning itself into the whole. And this
is the source of the worst confusions and of the worst forms of totalitarianism.
In observing the spectacle which is offered by the history of German philoso-
phy, one notices various totalitarian systems of knowledge which differ among
themselves only in the fact that it is one part or another which has substituted
itself for the whole. Thus Boehmian mysticism takes upon itself that very work
which on the one hand is the province of theology and on the other of
philosophical knowledge. And this "mystical theosophy" has been so success-
ful in substituting itself for philosophy that Jacob Boehme can appear in the
eyes of a Hegel to be the "first German philosopher." In the case of Hegel
himself, philosophy turns itself into theology (and mysticism too) and pro-
poses to lead humanity toward its salvation (for must not the theologian teach
in such a way as to contribute to the salvation of souls?). And, returning once
again to Father Rahner, it is theology (according as it bears the mark of a
Heidegger whose thought is more mystical than philosophical) which takes
upon itself the work of philosophy.
However it may be with these strayings and with these serious deviations,
this "masked theology," in spite of everything, remains tributary to the vital
unity of Christian wisdom as well as to the loftiest aspirations of philosophy.
In actual fact, where the work of philosophy is concerned with the priceless
jewels of being which it examines freely as best it can by advancing personal
opinions, it is here that philosophical work, while attaining its highest level,
is also more humble than ever since it knows full well that the scientific
xx Preface
verification of such jewels depends on mental equipment very superior to its
own.
If the present book marks a historical turning-point whose importance must
be recognized, it is first and foremost because here philosophy becomes
conscious of what is demanded of it when it is fully itself, that is, when it is no
longer in its beginning stages, as in the case of Aristotle, or especially when it
is no longer mandated, as in the case of St. Thomas, to be the ancillaof theology.
Such a growth in awareness by which philosophy reaches its complete free-
dom is in itself an outcome of considerable importance and implies for
philosophy itself a change of perspective which, if it has nothing spectacular
about it, is really the equivalent of a revolution. But the word revolutionis very
inadequate when there is question of signifying the progress which has been
realized here. For in the realm of the mind there is neither the din nor the
clamor of proud violence which ordinarily accompany what history calls
revolutions. In the kingdom of the mind, changes take place in silence and
humility. (And this is why they often remain so long unrecognized.) On the
other hand, in the spiritual order progress is made neither by destruction nor
by substitution. If philosophical thought has arrived here at its loftiest state, it
has not been by uprooting and pushing over the tree of metaphysics. Rather,
by drawing on all the sap within its system, this tree has grown to the size its
nature destined for it so that it might produce its noblest fruits. It is by fidelity
to its very being and to the demands inscribed in it as the scientiamaximedivina
that metaphysics rises up to cast its gaze beyond the frontiers of its own formal
object.
With regard to the historical importance of this change of perspective for
philosophical activity, it should be noted also that in becoming more deeply
conscious of its vast domain and of the work required for any kind of progress
(and which needs workers ready to sacrifice everything for the truth), philoso-
phy is in a position to put back on a sure footing a modem intelligence which
is staggering under the weight of four centuries of history. In order to carry
out such a task, philosophy must be able to discern-and for this it must more
than ever be instructed in theology-philosophical wisdom's authentic cry for
help in the very failures of modem philosophy.
If the name theo-philosophy then belongs to a philosophy that has attained
its full maturity (more than ever conscious of its strictly philosophical nature,
even as it receives and makes use of higher lights), if this name belongs to it
because it emphasizes admirably the nobility of philosophical science? from
another point of view, the name of Seinsphilosophie suits it even better. In reality,
34 Let us not forget that for Aristotle and St. Thomas, metaphysics, because it is a
science of divine things, is called theology.Cf. In Metaph.,lib. VI, lect. I, ed. Cathala,
§ 1168. (Dans la Sum. theol.la, q.1, a. I, ad 2um, St. Thomas distinguishes between
theology founded on divine revelation and theology which is part of philoso-
phy.)
PREFACE xxi
metaphysics is a limited knowledge, modicacognitio,not only because we never
succeed here on earth in possessing it perfectly, but above all because in its
beginning stages it is not ensconced, as is theological science, at the very heart
of the knowledge of God, in whose light theology shares by theological faith.
Philosophy rises to the knowledge of God beginning with the knowledge of
the things we find all around us. It is here first that metaphysics encounters its
proper object: being as attained by natural reason. If by its most sublime name,
philosophy is called theo-philosophy, it prefers the name of Seinsphilosophie
because this name reminds it of its humble origins at the same time as of its
highest object: the deity which is subsistent being itself.
Up till now I have been concerned with philosophy itself. I have certainly
spoken of it at too great a length, and also too imperfectly (my excuse being
that it was important to show the progress which these Approchessansentraves
have brought about in philosophy by helping it to become more fully itself).
I would like to end this preface with a few brief remarks about some more
particular aspects of the present book.
From the day when Rai:ssapassed to the other side of the veil and was no
longer, except invisibly, at his side, Jacques Maritain, despite the fatigue of age
and problems of health, published a considerable number of books. 35 But,
using the few moments and the little strength that this work left him, he also
wrote a considerable number of articles, especially in Revue Thomisteand in
Nova et Vetera,on the most varied of subjects. It is these essays, along with a
few unpublished or privately published texts, that the present volume brings
together. Like no other contemporary thought, Jacques Maritain's thought is
turned toward the conquest of new territories and new regions for philosophy.
It is characterized by an extraordinary curiosity and by a force and a freshness
that indefatigably moves it to push its investigations further and further into
the field of reality.
Because, in Approchessans Entraves,philosophy is completely set free by
faith and because his advance follows its course in as untrammeled a manner
as possible, the present book is the work of an intrepid explorer who ventures,
alone, into the Neuland. This explains the very free pace and style of the
discussion as well as the variety of the questions he grappled with, questions
which bear on theology as well as on metaphysics, the philosophy of nature,
moral philosophy, and epistemology. With indefatigable attention and an
admirable openness to everything present to it, Philosophy here ranges freely
over the vast reaches of the degrees of being. This is why the profound unity
35 Let us mention first of all texts by Rai'ssa that he published: Notes sur le pater
(1962),JournaldeRai'ssa(1963),et Poemeset Essais(1968);and then his own books:
Dieuet laPermissiondu Mal(1963),CarnetdeNotes(1965),LeMystered'Israel(1965),
Le Paysande la Garonne(1966),De la Graceet de l'Humanitede Jesus,(1967),Pour
une Philosophiede /'Education(1969),De l'Eglisedu Christ(1970).
xxii Preface
of this book comes above all from Maritain's constant concern as a thinker,
endowed with an exceptional boldness of vision, to open doors and cut new
paths in all the regions of philosophy. From this point of view alone, his present
work constitutes a contribution of the greatest importance to philosophical
thought. In addition it gives us an indication of the admirable fecundity of
Seinsphilosophieas well as its power of self-renewal characteristic of every
living organism.
Needless to say, these Approchesdo not send us on Holzwegeor along some
indistinct woodcutters' trail where the mind loses its way in the depth of some
trackless forest? Nor are these Approchesin any way like the position of
Schopenhauer who took himself for a Wegweiser,a "signpost which indicates
the way" but does not itself budge to follow the path. The Seinsphilosophie does
not send the mind off into obscure wooded thickets, nor does it open up paths
without entering upon itself. In trying "to open doors and to clear the way a
little," 36 this author has pushed on, more than once, to the very end of the road
he opened up. It is not surprising then that in this book are found some of the
most important and most luminous pages in all his writings.
If at times they are also difficult pages, it is because such a thought can do
no other, under pain of denying the nobility of metaphysics and the aspirations
of our nature, than draw us always deeper into the mystery of being and
toward its highest light. '1f we consider human nature as such, and by itself
alone, we must say that it includes within itself, essentially, a naturalaspiration
toward something infinitely above it and which it knows nothing about (we
know what that is only through faith)." 37 Metaphysics, which is the loftiest
knowledge accessible to our natural powers alone, includes, we have seen,
inscribed in its nature, such an aspiration toward something which far sur-
passes it. And this is why a humanity which does not recognize the nobility
of metaphysics has already lost the sense of its own grandeur and prepares
itself to be devoured by its animality. If these Approchesare so priceless, it is
because they teach metaphysics that no one can tear away this aspiration
without leading it miserably astray; in the same way they teach us that if we
try "to tear from ourselves this aspiration toward the naturally impossible,
which is as essential to us as our skin, to that same extent we bring about the
debasement our very nature." 38
1883
September 12, Birth of Ra:issa Oumansov in Rostov-on-the-Don.
1893
The Oumansov family arrives in Paris.
1898-1899
Jacques studies rhetoric at Lycee Henri IV and meets Ernest Psichari.
1900
Jacques meets fellow student Ra:issa Oumansov at Sorbonne
1901
Jacques meets Charles Peguy
Peguy, in the winter of 1901-1902, prompts Rai:ssa and Jacques to take
Henri Bergson's course at the College de France
1902
Jacques and Ra:issa engage to marry.
1904
November 26, Jacques and Ra:issa marry.
They come upon the writings of Leon Bloy.
1905
June 25, first visit to Bloy.
Jacques passes agregation in philosophy.
1906
June 11, Jacques and Ra:issa (and Vera Oumansov) baptized in the church
of St. John the Evangelist in Paris.
August 25, Jacques and Ra:issa leave for Heidelberg, where they will
spend two years studying biology. Ra:issa's sister Vera comes to live with
them and remains for the rest of her life.
xxiv Maritain Chronology
1907
September 8, Encyclical Pascendideals with Modernism.
1908
June, returns to France.
September, Peguy regains his faith.
The Maritains acquire P. Clerissac as their spiritual director.
Jacques's employment consists in work on Orthographic Dictionary.
1909
October, Maritains take up residence in Versailles, where they will re-
main until 1923.
1910
June, "Reason and Modem Science," Jacques' first published article
appears in the Revuede Philosophie.
September 15, Jacques begins to read the Summa theologiaeand is en-
thralled.
1912
Jacques becomes professor of philosophy at the Lycee Stanislas.
1913
February 13, conversion of Ernest Psichari.
October, Jacques's first book BergsonianPhilosophyis published.
1914
June, Jacques named adjunct professor of the History of Modem Philoso-
phy at the Institut Catholique.
August 2, outbreak of World War I.
August 22, death of Ernest Psichari.
September 5, death of Charles Peguy.
November 15, death of Pere Clerissac.
1917
Jacques called up, spends brief time at Camp Satory, is not kept.
November 3, death of Leon Bloy.
March 26-April 8, first visit to Rome; audiences with Benedict XV and
with Cardinal Billot on the subject of the apparitions at La Salette.
1918
Becomes joint heir, with Charles Maurras, of Pierre Villard. Takes 1918-
1919year off to work on first volumes of a projected Manual of Philosophy.
MARITAIN CHRONOLOGY XXV
1919
Associated with new RevueUniverselle, in charge of philosophy; contrib-
utes many articles at first, tapers off and stops in July 1926.
The Thomist Circle meetings begin.
1920
Art and Scholasticism
published.
1921
Theonaspublished.
1922
Jacques and Rai:ssaprivately print PrayerandIntelligence(Lavied'oraison).
July 20, first meeting with Charles Joumet in Switzerland.
October 4, Reginald Garrigou-Lagrange preaches the first retreat of the
Thomist Circle at Versailles.
Antimodernpublished.
1923
June 5, Jacques and Rai:ssa installed at 10 rue de Pare, Meudon, where
they will live until the outbreak of World War II.
September 26-30, second retreat of Thomist Circle, at Meudon. These
will be held every year except 1936 that the Maritains are in residence in
Meudon.
December 14,Jacques tries to persuade Andre Gide not to publish Gide's
homosexual work Corydon.
1924
Reflexionssur !'intelligenceet sur sa vieproprepublished.
1926
Published exchange of letters with Jean Cocteau, who had regained his
faith at Meudon.
Meets Olivier Lacombe and Julien Green.
December 20, Action Frarn;aise condemned by Pius XI after several
months of discussion with Charles Maurras in which Maritain and
Garrigou-Lagrange took part.
1927
Primautede spirituelpublished.
Charles de Bos converted. (Eventually would teach for a few years at
Notre Dame.)
Jacques Maritain called to Rome by Pius XI.
xxvi Maritain Chronology
1927 (cont'd)
Pourquoi Rome a parle published with essays by Maritain and others on
the condemnation of Action Fram;aise.
1928
Peter Wust, German Catholic philosopher, visits Meudon.
Emmanuel Mounier becomes regular participant at Meudon.
Jacques's chair changed from History of Modem Philosophy to that of
Logic and Cosmology.
1929-1930
Maritain on leave while he writes Distinguerpour unir, ou Les degresdu
savoir.
TheAngelicDoctorand Religionand Culturepublished.
1931
March 21, meeting of the Societe franc;aisede Philosophie on the topic of
Christian Philosophy. Brehier, Gilson,and Maritain among participants.
1932
Le songede Descartespublished.
Distinguerpourunir published.
De laphilosophiechretiennepublished.
1933
First visit to Toronto and Chicago.
Du regimetemporelet de la libertepublished.
Sept le(onssur l'etrepublished.
1934
Pourle biencommunmanifesto.
1935
Frontieresde la poesiepublished.
Scienceet Sagessepublished.
La philosophiede la naturepublished.
Maritain writes "Pour la justice et pour la paix," prompted by Mus-
solini's invasion of Ethiopia.
Lettresur l'independance published.
1936
HumanismeIntegralpublished.
Jacques and Raissa visit Argentina Ouly 26-November 7).
MARITAIN CHRONOLOGY xxvii
1938
October 1, departs for United States, returns at Christmas.
Questionsde consciencepublished.
Situationde la poesie,written in collaboration with Raissa, published.
1939
La Crepusculede la civilisationpublished.
Quatreessaissur I'espritdanssa conditioncharnellepublished.
August 5, death of Charles de Bos.
September 3, declaration of war.
1940
With Raissa and Vera, leaves for America. Spends January and February
in Toronto, in March move to New York. After the fall of France and the
formation of the Vichy government, decides to remain in U.S. In Septem-
ber, Maritains installed at 30 Fifth Avenue.
1941
January 4, death of Bergson.
A traversle desastrepublished.
ConfessiondeJoi published.
Lapenseede saint Paulpublished.
First volume of Raissa' s GrandesAmitiespublished.
1942
LesDroitsde l'Hommeet la loinaturellepublished.
1943
TheThomistdevotes a jumbo issue to Maritain.
Christianismeet Democratiepublished.
Educationat the Crossroads
published.
1944
Principesd'unepolitiquehumanistepublished.
De BergsonaThomasd'Aquin published.
June 6, Normandy beachhead established.
September, A traversla victoire.
November 10, return to France, appointed French ambassador to the
Vatican.
1945
Second volume of GrandesAmitiespublished.
April 1, departure for Rome.
xxvm Maritain Chronology
1947
Court Traitede l' existenceet de I' existant,La personneet le bien commun
published.
November 6, Maritain president of French delegation to UNESCO con-
ference in Mexico.
Resigns as ambassador to accept appointment at Princeton.
1948
Raisonet raisonspublished.
June 27, arrives in New York.
August 19, arrives in Princeton.
1949
La significationde l'atheismecontemporain
published.
Revue thomistedevotes a number to the work of Maritain.
June 4, death of Maurice Blondel.
Buys 26 Linden Lane, Princeton, where he will live until 1960 and
bequeath to the University of Notre Dame.
1951
Man and the Statepublished.
Neuf leronssur lesnotionspremieresde la philosophiemoralepublished.
1952
June, retires from Princeton University.
1953
CreativeIntuitionin Art and Poetrypublished.
Approchesde Dieupublished.
1954
Suffers coronary thrombosis in March. Begins Carnetde notes.
February, death of Paul Claudel.
1957
Reflectionson Americapublished.
Founding of the Jacques Maritain Center at the University of Notre
Dame.
1959
Liturgieet contemplation,
written in collaboration with Rai:ssa,published.
December 31, death of Vera.
MARITAIN CHRONOLOGY xxix
1960
LePhilosophedansla Citepublished.
The Maritains return to France, where the ailing Rai:ssa dies July 7 in
Paris. She is buried at Kolbsheim.
LaPhilosophiemoralepublished.
1961
Visits U.S. in January, in March installs himself at Toulouse near the Little
Brothers of Jesus. In autumn, again visits U.S.
1962
October 11, opening of first session of Vatican II.
1963
June, death of Pope John XXIIIand election of Paul VI.
1965
February, Carnetde notespublished.
September, visits Paul VI at Castel Gandolfo.
December 8, close of Vatican II. The Pope presents Maritain with a
message addressed to intellectuals.
1966
Autumn, last trip to the U.S.
November 3, Le Paysande la Garonnepublished.
1967
De lagraceet l'humanitedeJesuspublished.
1970
De l'Eglisedu Christpublished.
October 15, Maritain dons the habit of the Little Brothers of Jesus at
Toulouse and in 1971 takes his vows.
1973
April 28, death of Jacques Maritain at Toulouse. On May 2, he is buried
at Kolbsheim with Ra'issa.
I
BEGINNINGWITH A REVERIE
ESCHATOLOGICALIDEAS1
FOREWORD
J.M.
The North Atlantic, on board the Flandre,October 3, 1961
ESCHATOLOGICALIDEAS
A conjecturalessaydestinedfor
thosewhoarenot unawareof the
the distinctionbetweennatureand
graceand thevalueof analogy.
IMAGERY
For the purposes of symbolic imagery, I will picture the world of the Last
* * * * * * * * * *
The sun never sets, and an unending day shines on that hemisphere where
the predestined live.
In a high country of supernatural mountains, there is an abundance, a
superabundance of snow, more beautiful and softer than ours, not cold but
cool and invigorating, an image of grace, under the delicious warmth of a
loving and life-giving sun, which is the Lamb. It is there, in the realm of glory
and of vision, that the Blessed dwell, and where the heavenly Jerusalem rises
in incorruptible splendor. As far as the snows extend, there extend as well the
streets, the squares, and the dwellings of the City, whose ramparts will reach
their full dimensions when the snows have covered all the valleys and plains
of the hemisphere of the predestined.
* * * * * * * * * *
The land drops off into wide valleys. Here there is still snow, but also sorrow
and its shimmering waters. Here smoke and flames leap up, which afflict the
heart and darken the sky, but rays of the sun and of hope pierce through. These
are the valleys of Purgatory.
As the souls are gradually set free, the depths of the waters of affliction, and
the flames too, subside in the valley. On the day of resurrection, the entire land
will be covered with the sacred snows of the mountains. Purgatory will be no
more. But everywhere there will be a holy light. And these valleys and
mountains too will become the valleys and mountains of the paradise of glory,
of sacred Beatitude.
* * * * * * * * * *
At the farthest shores, where the valleys end, the hemisphere of night
begins; that night without end. Steep, unsealable banks, beyond which is
found, not the sea, but chaos, magnumchaosfirmatumest. A desert of despair
and desolation, where no order reigns, but only eternal horror. Tempest driven
waves of mud and slime in their violent current wash down the rocks of hell.
Mutinous matter, gold, oil, iron, and coal, and all the ores of our pride and
greed, transfigured in their fury, are locked in hideous combat. Fire rages
everywhere. It burns in a ferocious night where not a single star, not the
slightest glimmer of light runs across the sky. This is the empire of disordered
nature, set loose against guilty souls. In this immense magma the damned
move about.
However far it may be from the hemisphere of the Blessed, there is a high
6 I. In the Secret of Faith
country that rises above the plains of horror. It also has valleys and mountains,
with plants and flowers. The fire cannot touch it. No, there is no snow, but
delicate moss and prairies. There is no desolation there, but well-ordered
nature. And above this continent the nocturnal sky is resplendent with the
most varied and ravishing constellations. A moon, more beautiful than our
own, but which like ours does no more than reflect, dispenses its light. This is
the land of Limbo, the land of natural happiness, where the soul does not see
God face to face, and which, because of that, is still a kind of hell compared to
Glory.
REFLECTIONSAND CONJECTURES
I
The blessed see God through His essence; they love Hirn with all the force
of nature and of grace, according to a sovereign necessity which is at the same
time a sovereign spontaneity. They now possess what they have always
wanted.
With regard to all those goods which are not Goodness Itself, they are free,
with a freedom of choice that is supernaturally impeccable. The Lamb enlight-
ens them; and they exult to see in Mary the flawless and almost divine holiness
of a little daughter of Israel who is no more than a simple creature; they exult
to see the royal generosity of the Mother of the Savior and of all who have been
saved. They communicate with the angels in endless revelations; they and the
angels tell one another the history of this poor world and of all the fragile deeds
immortalized in their holy memories. Of all that has been done, nothing is lost;
all is poetry and song.
And their bodies, when they rise again by the power of the resurrection of
Christ, and of His glory-miraculously drawn again from the potency of
matter and finding themselves once again, though transfigured, in their exact
singularity, since the entelechy of each one restores to every single body all its
distinguishing features-their glorified bodies will enjoy the privileges of
impassibility, subtlety, agility, brightness, which theology enumerates, and
which will render space and time completely subject to them. Among them-
selves and with all nature that has been set free, risen souls will enjoy inex-
haustibly marvelous forms of communication.
The resurrection of their bodies will be an event of joyous celebration for
the separated souls.
And when the souls detained in the valleys of Purgatory are set free one by
one, do you not think that each new deliverance will be another cause of joyous
celebration? And so-throughout the course of discontinuous time-there will
still be a kind of history in the world of eternity.
1. BEGINNING WITH A REVERIE 7
II
Now separated souls can no longer merit. 9 But the punishment they suffer
is accepted with love. And this love of charity which no longer merits, and
which can no longer grow, produces, in the soul which suffers and wants to
9 In the Commentaryon the SentencesSt. Thomas admitted that with respect to the
remission of venial sins there could still be meritorious acts in Purgatory: "Post
hancvitam nonpalestessemeritumrespectupraemiiessentialis.Sed respectualicujus
accidentalispotest esse,quamdiumanet homoin statu viae aliquomodo.Et idea in
purgatoriopotestesseactusmeritoriusquantumadremissionem culpaevenialis"(Sent.
IV, d. 21, q. 1, a. 3, q1a 1. Cf. Sum. theol.,Suppl., Appendix, q. 1, a. 6: corp. et ad
4m). In this case the difficulty to which we are trying to respond here no longer
exists. It is still rather unsettling to admit that the state in viampersists even if it
is respectualicujusaccidentalis for a soul who has done with the time of trial and
upon whom sentence has been passed-and who besides, being separated, is not
a "person." And so St. Thomas later abandoned this opinion ("posthancvitam
non est status merendi,"he declared purely and simply in de Malo,q. 7, a. 11, for
indeed every venial sin was effaced from the soul by the sovereign act of charity
toward God that the soul produced at the instant when it was separated from
its body by death and made its entry into Purgatory).
1. BEGINNING WITH A REVERIE 9
suffer, a welling up of goodness in act capable of raising the level of the
harmony in creation and of its intrinsic quantum of goodness, and thus of
compensating, by dint of pouring forth goods from the treasury of patience,
for the privations which the evil of the free creature had caused God and all
created things to undergo.
Therefore in Purgatory not only is there compensation for evil by the justice
and the manifestation of holy truth, but this manifestation and this compen-
sation repair things themselves, and in them compensate for evil (the venial
sin formerly committed) by the intrinsic goodness accumulated in them by
their acceptance of punishment. And so-henceforth without merit, and with-
out the overabundance and overcompensation due to the payments of Christ
and of the saints (if not through the prayers of the Church Militant)-the
goodness of the punishment borne in love repairs little by little the damage
done to the created order, through an almost physical process of quantitative
accumulation of justice that has been loved, accepted, assimilated, and cher-
ished in love.
In the end, when Mercy and Justice have completed their work, all debt of
punishment has been paid; the spotless soul, which had been washed clean
from the moment it was separated from its body and entered into Purgatory
by the holy violence of an act of love of God's wildly ardent love, is now set
free and passes through the eternal gates.
There is a Purgatorial fire.10 Is it the same as the fire of of Hell? Certainly
not. 11 For, as a wholly spiritual fire, it causes us to feel in all their depth the
After this, if there is still question of the eternal fire into which the damned
have been plunged, I would like to recall here a few points concerning it.
As a classic manual of theology points out (H. Hurter, S.J.,Theologiae dogmaticae
Compendium,III, Innsbruck, 1908, no. 651, pp. 620--621),it must be held that the
fire of hell is real, not just metaphoric, something really physical or corporal, not
purely moral or spiritual. But that does not in any way imply that it is the same
fire that we experience, nor is it that "fire" which the Ancients regarded as one
of the four elements. "VereenimscribitAugustinus,De Civit. Dei, XX,16: 'Qui ignis
cujusmodisit, hominemscirearbitrorneminem,nisifortecui Spiritusdivinusostendit.'
Id tamenvideturdefendendumeum essealiquidexternum, physicum,corporale, verum
producensdoloremnon mereinternum,morale,spirituale."The fire of the damned in
Hell, according to an opinion held by theologians of recognized authority, would
be the fury with which the order of the universe takes its revenge on the author
of the disorder which sin introduces into the cosmos-the world of bodies in this
way inflicting, under the action of the First Cause, a torment experienced
spiritually by the fallen spirits, angels and separated souls, and a physical
torment felt in the bodies of the damned once they have risen. Cf. Charles Journet,
"Les Anges et le cosmos," Novaet Vetera,1953, no. 2, pp. 138-153.
We might add here that the eternal Fire mentioned in the Gospel (Matt. xxv,
41) includes corporal and physical fire, the instrument parexcellencefor the pain
of the senses, which is what we are talking about, but also and of primary
importance the deprivation of the beatific vision and beatific love. "In the wish
to include in 'the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels' the pain of
the senses, which is secondary, it would be vain to wish to exclude the pain of
eternal privation, which is primary." Charles Journet, lac.cit., p. 144.
As regards the pain of the senses, it is commonly taught that if the fire of Hell,
even though corporal, causes the souls of the damned to suffer, it is because it
holds them prisoner, invincibly bound to it, fixed in the corporal world to
something they wants to get free from and which is repugnant to their nature.
This is what constitutes the nature of the suffering produced by the corporal fire
of Hell as an instrument of divine justice, in the souls of the damned and in the
fallen angels.
But what is more important is that this same fire is a sign of their total
abandonment, permitted by divine justice, to their own perverse wills and to the
endless torments that their pride inflicts on them.
And what is still more important, as Father Journet points out, it is the pain of
damnation, the eternal privation of that blessed vision of God, which at one and
the same time they both desire and detest.
12 I say a kind of sacrament, because properly speaking a sacrament is something
sensible received through the senses. But God can make use of a purely spiritual
fire, exalting and enkindling, I suppose in this case, the Gift of Know ledge, as a
1. BEGINNINGWITHA REVERIE 11
not only the stupidity of the faults, however venial they may be, which soiled
it on earth (and which it has already recalled, without ever having seen them
in such a vivid flash of light), but also the nobility and the beauty to which it
was called and of which it has deprived itself, as well as the grandeur, which
it did not recognize, of God's designs for it. And so a suffering and a sadness
which reach the very roots of its being but which leave it hope, and the
certitude of being saved-and which come from pure love-are continually
roused in the soul. It asks to suffer, it thirsts for purification, out of love of
justice and out of love for Love Itself. It is not in this place by constraint; it has
thrown itself of its own accord, far from the snows which it longs for, into the
valleys of the cleansing fire. It has what it wants now (while waiting to have
what it has always wanted).
III
sign of His merciful justice, by means of which He causes certain cruel truths to
be seen in their fullness.
13 Sum. theol.,Illa, q. 52, a. 2.
But can we not ask if, in accepting, during His agony on the Mount of Olives,
that frightful chalice, the very thought of which made Him sweat blood: taking
on Himself all the sins of the world,Christ did not force Himself to empty to the
very last drop that cup of abomination; and if then, during His descent into Hell
(which lasted one day and two nights), His holy soul, after having visited Limbo,
did not next descend into the Hell of the damned, to make them look upon the
Savior they wanted nothing to do with, and for a moment to feel on His soul the
weight of the malediction which the Father so infinitely dear to Him reserved
for those who, making perverse use of the inviolable gift of human freedom,
refused to the very end to be healed of the sins of the world and chose evil above
everything else. For God and His Christ want all men to be saved, and this divine
will was checkmated by these men for all time. And can we not think that such
a rejection was one of the reasons why Jesus said on the cross: "My God, my God,
why hast thou forsaken me?"
Concerning the visit to Limbo, St. Thomas tells us (Illa, q. 52, a. 5) that there
Christ immediately, and in the same place (ibid.,ad 3m), freed the holy Fathers
by delivering them from original sin, but further on (Illa, q. 56, a. 2; qu. 57, a. 6:
corp. and ad 2m) he also says that it is His Resurrection which raised up these
souls, and His Ascension which made them ascend to heaven along with Him.
In my opinion it would have been better to express this a little differently, for
example by saying: in his visit to Limbo Christ filled with joy the hearts of the
Just of the Old Law, by announcing to them that the moment had come for their
liberation and the end of their exile; but it was when they left Limbo, on the
12 I. In the Secret of Faith
event and bent its knee; the soul of Jesus could not enter into the world where
there is no redemption: a reservation which seems stamped with a certain
sadness (what surprise is He perhaps preparing?)
In Limbo there were not only the souls of the little children who had died
without having received the sacraments of the law of Nature or of the Old Law,
because of which in former times, infideecclesiae, God remitted original sin, as
He does now-but this time because they enter immediately into beatitude-
through the efficacy of baptism. There-in the bosom of Abraham-was that
throng of the souls of the parvuliwho had died with these sacraments, and
who, with a radical longing, awaited the coming of their Redeemer so they
could enter into heaven; there was that immense multitude of all the souls of
those men and women who had died in the state of grace, and who with an
actual expectation awaited the coming of their Redeemer in order to enter
heaven and who had been waiting there in pressing throngs for centuries. And
not only four thousand years, but hundreds of thousands of years, as many as
paleontology requires. The beliefs of Antiquity had scarcely deceived these
holy souls at all concerning their ultimate fate, for it was in those kinds of
Elysian Fields that, without any suffering or distress-but with what nostalgia
to see God!-they became bored with the pale asphodels and with the imper-
fect natural felicity of separated souls. Without bodies or any life of the senses
from which to draw ideas, their intelligence informed by their spiritual sub-
stance knew quite intuitively of His coming. But their intelligence did not have
a force intensive enough (this is why man needs multiple ideas to articulate)
to achieve anything but a too general, imprecise, and hazy knowledge of the
world and of God. From time to time angels came to comfort them with their
natural light, to accustom them to concepts of sublime intellectuality, and
without doubt also to illumine and console them with their light of grace. Their
hearts kept watch in charity; hope and supernatural faith were alive in them
like their love.
But one day eternity was shaken, the soul of their Savior comes like a May
breeze to set them free; He speaks to them, He instructs them, He gathers them
together for their departure. Behind Him, as one, as a single swarm of bees
filled with joy, they leap across the abyss on Easter Day, and rushing into the
blessed vision, they leave behind in the land of Limbo the souls of those little
children who died without the sacraments. They have also left behind their
faith and hope but not their charity. They see, they possess, they love. They
have what they have always longed for.
morning of their Savior's Resurrection, that the liberation which had been
announced was fully accomplished. At that moment they entered into glory. As
for our Lord's Ascension, was this not a sign of what concerned Him alone,
namely the fact that during the forty days during which He showed Himself to
the witnesses of His Resurrection, He now resides forevermore, in glory and
majesty, in the kingdom of the Blessed, where He sits at the right hand of the
Father.
1. BEGINNING WITH A REVERIE 13
As for the souls of the little children, they were sleeping in Limbo. On earth
they had never made a human act of deliberate will; they had not chosen their
last end, they were therefore not fixed in a last act of their mortal life. This is
why they were sleeping. What is in store for them now? Acts of childish
animality? As separated souls, they are no longer children. Acts of freedom?
They left their bodies before the age of reason. To take the initiative in the act
of deliberating about oneself and of determining one's last end, which is
eminently an act of the person as such-does not belong to the separated soul.
And without this act, the source of all others, no other free act can come into
existence.
In short the separated soul is not in the state which is suited to that divine
impulse which might awaken in it, according to the order of nature, the first
act of intelligence and the first act of will. For that it will have to wait for the
resurrection of the body. The separated souls of the little children-of those
who had been washed clean of original sin and of those who had not-were
asleep in Limbo before the coming of the Lord.
Those who had received the sacraments before Christ were set free at His
coming, like the souls of the others who were saved. They are awakened, and
what an awakening! Their first human act-as the first human act now of the
souls of the Little baptized children who have died-is to see God.
The souls of the little children who died without the sacraments before
Christ continue to sleep in Limbo. The actualization of their intelligence by
their substance remains virtual and does not pass to second act. They enjoy
perfect repose, perfect sleep, sweet nirvana. They sleep in peace, waiting for
their bodies to be restored to them. 14 At that time they will awaken, not to the
Beatific Vision, but to the life of nature and natural happiness. As soon as they
are again united with their now incorruptible flesh-risen, not in the virtue of
the resurrection of the Savior, but through a kind of over-splash or repercus-
sion from it, setting in motion the miracle of the natural order (supernatural
quoadmodum) called for by the natural incompleteness of the separated soul-
then, these human persons now and forever fixed in the right direction will
produce, in the discontinuous time proper to spirits, their first deliberate act;
and this act will bear on their last end, it will-in the natural order-constitute
14 This idea of sleep in Limbo for the souls of little children who died long ago
without the sacraments of the ancient Economy of Salvation, now without the
sacrament of baptism, in my opinion is founded on reason. Do certain people
find this idea contestable, seeing that it departs a bit from the general perspective
that St. Thomas held to on this point? Though they may try to present this to us
as a case of poetic license, such is certainly not the case for us, for from our point
of view this is an idea that is very simply true. We might add that to sleep does
not mean to sink into a state of pure inertia; it is the humblest of our vital
operations, as worthy of appreciation as it is indispensable. And then there is no
sleep without dreams (whether we remember those dreams or not). What keeps
us from thinking that in their sleep the parvuli enjoy the sweetest of dreams?
14 I. In the Secret of Faith
God as the end of all their action; they will love God more than themselves,
with a natural love that is perfect in its kind, incapable of attaining to commu-
nity of life with God, but which will nevertheless cherish more than all else
the All Itself.
What can be said of the condition in which they will live? They still carry
the blemish of Adam's sin, with which they came into the world here on earth,
and which has not been effaced in them. The temporal sanctions entailed in
this they have fulfilled on our earth, by the death which they underwent, and
by all the sufferings to which they were exposed, and by the wounds of nature
which had remained in them. All this now is finished for them. The sole
sanction to which they remain subject-and which is in itself the greatest-is
to be eternally enclosed in the order of nature alone-but of a nature hence-
forth preserved from all fault. In short they find themselves in an absolutely
new condition, which exists only there, the state of pure natureraisedto its
highestdegree. 15 For these creatures there will be realized what is very improp-
15 I know that, after man fell by his own fault from the state of grace in which he
had been created, the state of pure nature has never existed in this world and
remains only a mere abstract possibility with regard to our life on earth, a concept
which corresponds to nothing real. On the other hand, if it had ever existed in
this world, it would have included death-just as it would have included the
possibility of falling into error and evil-which is normally implied in the nature
of the rational animal if it has not been raised to a higher level. But what I am
thinking of here is the state of nature raisedto its highestdegree,or to the highest
point of its properorderafter the generalresurrectionand under the conditions
implied in the resurrection which exclude death-as well as the possibility of
falling into error and evil-for all those who, in Limbo too, will live under new
heavens and on a new earth.
I know too that human nature will not reach the fullness of its perfection except
in those who have been raised up and will see God, with the result that in Limbo,
to however high a degree human nature will have been raised, it will be capable
of no more than a relative perfection, due to the inviolate rectitude of the natural
order, and of no more than an imperfect happiness, consisting in the absence of
all pain and an exultation in every kind of joy: all of this is sufficient for the subject
at hand.
Finally I know that it is our nature to aspire toward what is naturally impossible
(cf. below the chapter "Along Unbeaten Pathways,") and that this will be the
case as well for the inhabitants of Limbo after the resurrection of the body. This
is why I said a few lines later in those pages, that a kindofmelancholy will be mixed
with their happiness, without however changing it: for the joys included in this
happiness will be so numerous, so noble, and so beautiful that in regard to the
acuity of their consciousness they will completelyeclipsethis melancholy. (And
certainly they will have no need, as do people in this world who have not
received the Christian revelation, to construct mythologies to satisfy their desire
to go beyond nature. Such a desire will remain latent and ineffective for them,
covered over by the brilliance of their perpetual joys.)
Is this all? Alas! No. There remains a question which as far as I know theolo-
gians have not touched upon, which concerns the resurrection of babies who
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royal to very many people! How I guarded against the least tension
of the muscles! How I waited till I was nearly to the ground before I
darted among my people!
Everything passed off very well, thank Heaven! although certain
over-zealous sapajous from time to time poked forth their heads and
pointed muzzles as though to assure themselves that they must
have seen but indifferently the evening before. This was indeed a
perilous inspection.
At length escaping the caresses of my subjects, I thanked Heaven
for the success of my reparation, but I was not the less convinced
that my reign depended upon this skin of mine; that the duration of
the one depended upon that of the other; and that this skin, a symbol
of my destiny, would grow thinner every day, and become, sooner or
later, my ruin.
The wisdom of ages has proclaimed that “There is no perfect
happiness in this world.” I could have been as happy as a man has
the right to be in a position so strange as mine if it had not been that
this skin was constantly threatening to give way. In all other respects,
tranquil in my undisputed sovereignty, I felt almost the joy of a
released captive in my close association with Nature in her most
primitive form—an association for which mankind are designed, and
for which, when sated with an artificial state of existence, they are
always longing in order that they may grow young again.
Civilised life, of whose doubtful advantages we boast with more
pride than reflection, is, in my opinion, not an advance, but a
deviation. That pure and lusty air which I was breathing, becoming
absorbed into my entire system, gave me other tastes. My desires
grew purer. That beautiful fruit and limpid water became sufficient for
my appetite when I found myself freed from the excitement and
irritation which is frequently the result of immoderate exercise.
By degrees I felt a kind of horror at the notion of feeding oneself
on the flesh of animals. It is to civilisation alone, I said, that we owe
those abominable appetites which require the flesh of animals to
satisfy them. When the cannibal eats his enemy it is more from
vengeance than mere gluttony, whereas the reason we do not eat
one another arises, not from any particular respect for our kind, but
rather from an unmistakable distaste for human flesh, and, above all,
from a fear, into which we are reciprocally forced, that if we ate our
kind, our kind would, in all probability, retaliate by eating us. The
savage, therefore, is simply a stupid to eat his enemy.
This very mandrill’s skin, of which, for the first few days, I was
thoroughly ashamed, eventually appeared to me a thousand times
preferable to those odious shells of cloth, those coats of mail, which
do not allow us the free use of our limbs, adopted and rejected in
turn by the idiotcy of fashion. Under this soft and elastic skin, supple,
thin, and warm, all at the same time, it was as pleasant as it was
easy to bend the body—to swing from bough to bough, to drop down
on to the turf, and bound up again; to run, to glide through the
bushes, climb up the bamboos, leave the land and plunge into the
water, quit the water to climb up a rock, and seat oneself on its
summit.
Unfortunately, however, I was not permitted to go through these
movements with perfect freedom of mind. The reader knows well
enough what was the obstacle that prevented me. One day this
obstacle, through some terrible accident, assumed proportions so
large that the world contained neither needles nor tailors capable of
effecting a restoration.
This is how the accident in question happened:—
I was accustomed, the reader should know, to sleep in my
mandrill’s skin, for to have thrown it off, even during the hours of
sleep, would have been extremely imprudent. Well, one night I had
an extraordinary dream; in this dream, inspired by an instinct of
ambition, for which I can in no wise account, I caused myself to be
crowned King of Kouparou by the Archbishop of Goa. I to have had
myself crowned! What an aberration of mind! I, above all, who
reigned only in virtue of a deceit, only because creatures of weak
intellect believed that they saw in me an old King of Kouparou,
whereas it was merely his skin which they recognized, and which I
had made use of. Mind, it was only a dream up to this point—but I
will finish the narration.
Surrounded by his clergy, in their most magnificent vestments and
resplendent with diamonds, Monseigneur de Goa, after performing
all the ceremonies used at the coronations of kings, took a crown of
gold and emeralds in his hand, and walked solemnly towards me to
place it on my head. This was the moment of the catastrophe. As the
archbishop, who stood on the haut pas, was raised above me, I was
obliged, in order to receive the crown which he offered me, to stretch
out my arms, in order to assist him in placing the crown on my head.
Well, in leaning towards the archbishop I fancy I must have stretched
the mandrill’s skin a trifle too much. There was a sudden rending,
and this time the fatal slit extended right down from the neck to the
very end of the back. The noise caused by this accident was so loud
that it awoke me.
And what an awakening! That compactly-fitting garment was now
nothing but a floating paletôt, open behind instead of before. I rose
up alarmed, dismayed, and desperate. I wished to doubt my senses,
but my misfortune was, alas! only too real, and what an irreparable
misfortune it was, since instruments and means which were not at
my disposal were necessary to reunite the shreds of my royal purple.
My reign was at an end, and what was more, my life would soon
follow the example of my reign, and all in consequence of this hateful
rent. So certain did I feel of the fate which awaited me that I
barricaded myself that very instant, and set to work to fortify my
position behind the verandah walls just as I had done when I was
once before obliged to transform this pretty dwelling of Admiral
Campbell’s into a fortress.
The next day when my subjects did not see me come forth they
assembled in large numbers under my windows, and I had to
undergo the sorrow of witnessing their truly touching solicitude
without daring to show myself so as to reassure them. The following
day they again assembled in great numbers; the third day the entire
population of the island thronged around the verandah.
Then the affection of my devoted subjects, which up to this point
had been manifested by silent expressions of their grief, broke forth
in noisy whines, deafening bursts of sympathy, and groans that were
meant to be expressive of tenderness. My ears were afflicted even
more than my heart. My subjects wished for me, called me,
demanded me at any price.
At this moment I saw distinctly enough how animals the most
deficient in moral courage are not ashamed of the feelings of
gratitude which they owed their sovereign. They do not, like beings
of a higher order of intelligence, forget in a single day the benefits
which he has been the means of showering down upon them, the
equal justice which he has dispensed to them, the order and
happiness with which he has surrounded them at the expense of his
own ease and pleasure, in order to throw themselves at the feet of a
new master whose wisdom and virtue have not yet been tried—
cowardly slaves of novelty, ready and willing to treat the august chief
of their community like children treat their playthings, who always
think the last the prettiest, and that the preceding one deserves only
to be broken violently against the wall.
Truth wills that I should add that this love of my subjects took a
somewhat strange turn after five days of patient waiting without
result. Intending to come to me, as I would not come to them, they
commenced a new siege of the verandah and with the same
weapons of attack—namely, sticks and stones—arms which had
formerly proved so successful in their hands. And this time, actuated
as they were by a noble sentiment, they showed themselves
incomparably more obstinate in their determination to overthrow the
walls behind which I sought to escape their too demonstrative
affection.
How was I to remain insensible to these marks of interest? I do not
deny that I should have been better pleased to have seen this
intense interest show itself under less redoubtable forms. Still, I
should have considered it a crime to have repulsed them this time
with guns and muskets. I offered, therefore, no resistance. On the
contrary, I wept with joy and pride when I heard the walls, roofs,
windows, balconies, doors, and framework of the verandah crackling
under the weight of the enormous stones which they kept throwing
against them. I confess that I was moved by this devotion of theirs,
the end of which was infallibly my death, since what a discovery
awaited them in a very few minutes! They counted on finding
themselves in the presence of a mandrill behind the walls which they
had well-nigh overthrown, and instead of this they would place their
hands on a light-haired man, although a Portuguese, identical in
every respect, more’s the pity, with all that is well-formed and most
agreeable in man.
CHAPTER XIII.
Deliverance.—I see my native land again.—O Macao!—My immortality.
I had only to sustain this siege, instigated, I was well aware, by the purest
devotion, for a very few minutes longer, to ensure being murdered without the
shadow of a doubt; everything was being destroyed and was falling around
me, when all at once three cannon-shots sounded in the distance. Did I hear
aright? I listen. Three fresh reports follow those which have already aroused
my attention.
Thank God, I am not the only one who hears them. The besiegers below
have also caught the sound.
In a moment the entire island is all attention.
The boom of the cannon is heard for the third time: there are three more
reports.
I start to my feet. It must be a vessel, then! a vessel which is arriving at the
island! a vessel which is about to disembark someone! A vessel! a vessel!
Hurrah!
The reports continue to resound.
The besiegers, confounded and uneasy at the noise of these detonations,
repeated several times over by the echoes of the island, brought their
operations to a decided standstill.
With stones in their hands, with their muzzles turned in the direction of the
wind, with outstretched necks, hair standing on end, and ears pricked up, they
sought to explain to themselves what I should have liked exceedingly to have
been able to have explained myself.
What had happened? Had this vessel come to deliver me? Still all those
reports could not be for me alone? Ah, no. Was it some ship in danger
signalling for assistance? Or rather, was it the Malay pirates about to make
another descent on the island? But what could they come to steal here? They
had already taken everything. Was it a battle between them and some
European ship of war?
Ah! my anxieties were infinite.
Half-an-hour after the first of these reports I heard drums, brass
instruments, and martial music. It was a disembarkation! a conquest! the tune
seemed to tell of victory.
My loving and hostile subjects appeared to me more and more astounded.
With many this astonishment took the nature of fear, and some were already
seeking with furtive glances favourable openings for an immediate flight.
With these combined noises of cannons and wind instruments shouts of
enthusiasm and words of command speedily became mixed. The troops were
evidently advancing; were they coming in this direction? Surely they were,
since before long I saw glittering in the air, at the end of one of those fine
avenues which I had had opened by my subjects, muskets, bayonets, golden
sword-hilts, and brilliant uniforms. These uniforms, which stood out in strong
relief from the blue distance, were evidently those of the English army and
navy.
The reader may imagine that my sight and mind alike dwelt on the least
movements of that mass of men who advanced with such rapidity and
precision towards the spot whence my eyes were devouring them.
At a whistle, which came, I do not doubt, from the metallic lungs of
Karabouffi, my prime minister, and I believe in some degree my successor in
his own mind, ever since I had disregarded the love of my people, all the
apes, the strong, the cunning, the bold, the slow, the quick, the subtle, the
obstinate, completely disappeared; they vanished like air through the
openings: not a single one remained!
The vast space in front of the verandah was empty in the twinkling of an
eye.
An instant after the troops occupied this space left so rapidly free by the
apes.
A superior officer placed himself in the centre of the little army, which was
formed in a circle of considerable size. What a joyous and inexpressible
surprise for me! In this officer I recognised the brave Vice-Admiral Campbell
himself. I uttered a cry, but it was too far off to be heard.
Admiral Campbell made a sign that he was about to speak; the men were
all attention, and he said:—
“Officers and men,—You all know by what a miserable snare we were
carried off from this island some five months since.
“You all know of the chastisement which our brave countrymen belonging to
the squadron which arrived so opportunely in the Indian seas some six
months sooner than it was expected have inflicted on the Sultan of Sooloo.
His capital has been burnt; the Halcyon has been retaken from the Malay
pirates who had treacherously carried her off; one hundred and fifty of these
scoundrels have suffered the punishment reserved for pirates, and have been
hung to the yard-arms of their junks and praus. Indemnities have been paid to
the families of the brave sailors who have perished through this outrage
committed in utter defiance of the law of nations.
“A further act of reparation was due to us. To-day, officers and men, with
your assistance, I retake possession of this island, in the name of Her Most
Gracious Majesty!”
Covered with my tattered and well-worn skin, but still holding sufficiently together for me to be
taken for a mandrill.—Page 147.
Loud cheers here interrupted the vice-admiral, who, after a brief pause,
concluded with these words:—
“I plant here the noble flag of England, which I now call upon you to salute
with military honours.”
A number of simultaneous discharges responded to the vice-admiral’s
appeal, and the British flag unfurled itself in all its majesty in the courtyard of
the verandah.
The ceremony of retaking possession was about coming to a close.
It was at this moment that I left the ruins of the verandah, covered with my
tattered and well-worn skin, but still holding sufficiently together for me to be
taken for a mandrill by all the English present.
They were all struck with astonishment on seeing an ape of the largest kind
thrust himself into the midst of their solemn meeting. Their surprise turned into
laughter, which all the detachment joined in, when they heard me speak
English to the vice-admiral. A speechifying mandrill! well, what next? thought
they.
“Who are you?” inquired the admiral, thoroughly embarrassed by the nature
of the being—half man, half ape—which addressed him.
“A Christian,” I answered, “who has lived three months among the apes.”
“Are you an ape, then?”
“No, my lord. This skin is not mine.”
“We are perfectly convinced of that—perfectly sure of that,” exclaimed a
young Irish lieutenant who was standing behind me, loud enough for me to
hear.
“But how comes it that you are wearing it? How the deuce, too, have you
got here—you, whom, if I am not mistaken, I left bird-fancier at Macao, since I
think I recognise you?”
“My lord, it is a very long story, so long that I should not dare to relate it to
you if it were not intimately connected with your own.”
“With mine!”
“Yes, my lord, with yours.”
They looked at me, and then burst out in another fit of laughter.
“I shall take the liberty of relating it to you, my lord, when I am in a more fit
state of mind and body. I shall only say one word to your lordship so as to
warn you that my story is worthy of attention.”
“What is the word?”
“My lord, I am the last king of this island.”
This answer was not calculated to check the jeering laughter of my hearers,
who were for the most part very young, and consequently very little disposed
to make allowances. Besides, I must admit that this half-naked king who stood
before them clad in an ape’s tattered skin fully justified the reception accorded
to my royal words.
Admiral Campbell asked me laughingly if I had any objection, as I was king,
to his taking possession of the island of Kouparou.
I besought him not to laugh at an unhappy man who had lost everything he
possessed by his shipwreck.
The admiral, shaking my hand, then said, “Mr. Marasquin, you will have lost
nothing; England, I promise you, will indemnify you.”
England has amply fulfilled the promises of the noble sailor who, a few days
after his return to the island of Kouparou, deigned to listen to the recital of
troubles I had undergone in the midst of this community of apes. He took such
a lively interest in all my vicissitudes that he made me promise to publish them
in the unpretentious form in which I produce them to-day; and I publish them,
you may believe me, less from an author’s pride than as an example and an
encouragement to those unfortunate beings who might be tempted to give
way to discouragement and despair if they should chance to suffer shipwreck
as I did, and be cast like I was, on an island peopled by apes. Besides, I look
only for honour and profit from my proper profession.
Thanks to the kindness of Admiral Campbell, who advanced me several
sums of money, and the sympathy of his officers, who became better
customers of mine than ever, I occupy an excellent position at Macao, where I
carry on my business of dealer in wild and tame animals.
As a sort of crown to the many kindnesses which Admiral Campbell had
already shown me, he ordered that one of the numerous isles of the Sooloo
Archipelago should be called on the last geographical charts of that part of
India Polydorus Marasquin Island.
To-day I am alike prosperous, happy, and respected. I may add, also, that I
have three children and a wife who loves me.
Well, would it be believed? I sometimes surprise myself murmuring between
my lips, “Ah! the old times when I was an ape!”
HERR VON SCHLIEFFEN AND HIS
MONKEYS.
HERR VON SCHLIEFFEN AND HIS MONKEYS.
I have never elsewhere seen oaks thrust forth their gnarled branches
so proudly and vigorously in the air, nor slender shining beech-trees
form such majestic arcades overhead, as those in the little wood
belonging to the Schlieffen estate of Windhausen, about three miles
to the east of Cassel. One is struck with astonishment and
admiration on beholding these gigantic works of fertile Nature, with
their sturdy trunks, often twenty or thirty feet in girth, and their
magnificent foliage, beneath the shade of which the pathway winds
through ferns and flowers, among cool grottoes, arbours,
hermitages, and monuments of various kinds.
In the midst of this little wood, and on the bank of a tiny lake,
stands a moderate-sized mansion, which has been deserted since
the death of him who erected it, and the front of which faces the
rising sun. Behind are the farm buildings, hemmed in on all sides by
luxuriant foliage. So secluded is the spot that a traveller might pass
almost close to the mansion without seeing it, while from afar the
red-tile roofs are visible only from the high ground.
There lived here not more than thirty or forty years ago, in
philosophical repose and contemplation, Lieutenant-General Martin
Ernst von Schlieffen, formerly Hessian Minister of State, an
honourable old gentleman, and a valiant German soldier, with correct
ideas of honour and right; one of the pupils of the Seven Years’ War,
a lover of art and science, himself blessed with a lively fancy, and, in
addition, a philosopher and somewhat of a character. He was born in
Pomerania in the year 1732. It was his lot to receive a defective
education, and, when scarcely more than a mere boy, the rank of
ensign in a Prussian regiment. A lingering illness, which prostrated
him at the expiration of two or three years, caused the King probably
to doubt the youth’s further fitness for service, and, instead of the
extension of leave demanded, to send him his dismissal. On
recovering his health the youth remained for some time without any
occupation, till the outbreak of the Seven Years’ War encouraged
him to offer his services once more to Frederick II. But the King
would not have him, so he went, with recommendations from Prince
Henry of Prussia and of Duke Ferdinand of Brunswick in his pocket,
to Cassel, where the Landgrave made him a lieutenant in the
Hessian contingent in the pay of England. In this position he so
distinguished himself, first under the Duke of Cumberland, and then
under the latter’s successor, Duke Ferdinand of Brunswick, that,
within five years, he worked his way up to a colonelcy, and was
summoned to Cassel as Adjutant-General and Chamberlain by the
Landgrave. Court life, however, detained him captive for only a short
time, and he returned to the victorious standard of his celebrated
general, who met with so deplorable a death at Jena. Herr von
Schlieffen had attracted the attention of his hereditary King, and
Frederick the Great now made an attempt to gain once more to his
service the man whom, but a few years previously, he had so
ungraciously rebuffed. But the Landgrave created him a general, and
Herr von Schlieffen continued in his service. By the advice of the
Prince he refused, also, a tempting offer from the Emperor of Russia,
and, in consideration of his so doing, the Landgrave settled upon him
a life annuity of one thousand thalers. While Fortune thus lavished
her gifts upon him, he devoted himself zealously to study, in order to
make up for his neglected education. He learned Greek and Latin, of
which he acquired such a knowledge as to be capable of reading the
old classic authors in their original language. He accompanied the
Landgrave on his travels to Paris and Berlin. He then proceeded, on
business of his own, to Warsaw, and, on his return to Cassel,
entered the ministry. He subsequently obtained the post of
ambassador in London, where friends and former brothers-in-arms
essentially advanced his efforts for the benefit of his sovereign. At
length—for what is more fickle than the favour of the great—he
incurred the displeasure of the Landgrave, and obeyed a summons
to Prussia as general and governor of the fortress of Wesel. A year
later, when the Belgian provinces had torn themselves from Austria,
and created themselves into an independent State, a message was
despatched from the deputies assembled in Brussels to Herr von
Schlieffen, inviting him to assume the Stadtholdship. Consideration
for Prussia, at that very time engaged in negotiations for a
reconciliation with Austria, made him determine to refuse this
honour. Hereupon the King, no longer Frederick II., sent for him to
Berlin, and offered him the portfolio of Foreign Affairs. But Herr von
Schlieffen found the Court in so unfavourable a situation, the
influence of England so predominant, and Austria attached in so
loose and ambiguous a manner to Prussia, that he refused to enter
the ministry. Though he was greatly esteemed by the King, he was,
after a short time, induced to send back his general’s staff to his
majesty. The fact is that, when Austria and Prussia agreed to take up
arms against the revolutionary party in France, Herr von Schlieffen
endeavoured to convince the King of the danger and foolishness of
such intervention. But his honest efforts were in vain; the campaign
against the Republic was resolved on, and Herr von Schlieffen, who
should have been one of the first to march out, was left behind. He
pressed the King either to alter this arrangement or allow him to
retire, because he saw in it an insulting slight. As neither the one
course nor the other was taken he resigned his posts, and retired to
his estates. The King, however, remained well disposed towards
him, and, some years subsequently, Herr von Schlieffen, in order to
refute calumnies and envious Court tittle-tattle, felt himself called on
once more to place himself at the King’s disposal; as, however, it
was not yet decided whether or no Prussia would take part in the
projected campaign of 1794, the King, in a gracious letter of thanks,
declined his offer. Out of a feeling of patriotism, he had not accepted
an invitation he received in the year 1792 to join the French army as
a general. At a subsequent period, when Napoleon’s star was in the
ascendant, and the relations between France and Germany were
becoming more threatening, Frederick William sought, it is true, to
obtain once again the services of the holiday-keeping hero, but the
latter, assigning his age as an excuse, repressed his desire of
reappearing as an actor upon the stage of glory and of honour. Who
knows how matters would have ended at Jena had all the other old
generals of the Prussian army then followed his example?
His career had brought him into contact with many princes and
great men, whose favour and friendship accompanied him into his
seclusion. In addition to the estate of Windhausen, he possessed a
larger one, Schlieffenberg, in Mecklenburg, but he preferred residing
in Hesse, under the standard of which country he had served with
honour for thirty-two years. Thenceforth, a robust, vigorous, and
cheerful old man, he lived in the lonely forest-residence he had built,
devoting himself to his studies, his friends, and his recollections.
When, after the Treaty of Tilsit, a decree of Napoleon, in 1807,
created the Kingdom of Westphalia, the young King Jérôme
Bonaparte offered the veteran, then seventy-five years old, a
position equal to that he formerly held. But the splendour of the new
Court did not tempt him, and he preferred continuing his anchorite’s
life, to which he had become attached, in Windhausen. He could not,
however, as a landed proprietor and former member of the Hessian
Chambers, avoid obeying the command for him to take his place in
the Westphalian Diet, summoned for occasional gay ceremonials
and displays of magnificence, of little importance to the State and
yielding no remuneration to its members. He was obliged, also, now
and then to attend the Court. But he refused to appear in any other
costume than his uniform as a Prussian general, and Jérôme,
suppressing his dissatisfaction, allowed him to do so. After the return
of the Elector, in the year 1813, Herr von Schlieffen speedily
perceived that he was in great disgrace with that prince. Some one
had secretly told the latter that, in the action with the Czarmitschen
Cossacks, Schlieffen had assisted the usurper. In vain did the grey-
haired general exert himself to confound this calumny. The Elector
believed it, but perhaps only for the purpose of having an excuse for
another act of injustice of which he was guilty. He ordered that the
life annuity of one thousand thalers, granted to Schlieffen by the
Landgrave Frederick, and expressly confirmed by the Elector himself
on his accession to the throne, should no longer be paid. Moreover,
Schlieffen was no more invited to Court.
Though the events of the last few years had greatly diminished his
income, he would have got over the loss of the thousand thalers a
year as easily as he consoled himself for that of Court favour. But the
reckless injustice he perceived in such conduct grieved him
profoundly and embittered the remainder of his days. He died,
unmarried, at the age of ninety two, on the 15th September, 1825,
and was buried in a small mausoleum which he had built long
previously in the forest at Windhausen. The inscriptions, also, are
from his pen. On a tablet of red sandstone let into the side looking
towards the east are the following lines:—
The Sepulchre
Of the first Schlieffen,
Possessor of yonder secluded Pile,
In whose calm retreat, and in the woods surrounding it with shade,
From the irksome Life of the Court, and the Troubles of the Warrior in time
of Peace,
Escaping as frequently as possible,
He found, favoured by Fate,
And guided perhaps by his opinions,
More sweet than bitter Hours,
Thankful for the former, resigned to the latter,
Tranquil as to the Future.
On the stone over the coffin in the interior of the mausoleum is the
Schlieffen coat of arms and the annexed inscription:—
Martin Ernst
von Schlieffen,
formerly Lieutenant-General and Minister of State
of the Landgrave of Hesse,
afterwards Royal Prussian Lieutenant-General
and Governor of the Fortress
of Wesel,
Knight of the Prussian Orders of the Black and Red Eagle,
And of the Hessian Orders of the Golden Lion,
And of Merit.
Born the 30th October, 1732,
At Sudenzig, near Gallnow,
in Pomerania. Died the 15th Septb., 1825,
at Windhausen.
This life of retirement at Windhausen was passed by the “refugee
from the world,” as he was fond of calling himself, in giving a park-
like character to, and ornamenting with various buildings, the two
estates purchased with the money he had himself earned. This
afforded him frequent opportunities of being in the open air and
indulging in exercises conducive to health. Once or twice a week he
rode, followed by two servants, to Cassel, where he possessed in
the Königsplatz, or King’s Square, a house which he had built in the
days of his grandeur. The rest of his time was devoted to his friends,
with whom he maintained a correspondence; to his monkeys, whom
he spoiled by petting; to his classics, which he was never tired of
reading; and to his Memoirs, which he continued from year to year.
The Memoirs, intended only for his relations, were published in the
year 1840, at Berlin, under the title, Some Occurrences and
Experiences in the Life of Martin Ernst von Schlieffen. They contain
very interesting information relating to the history of his own times,
especially on account of the great number of letters printed in them.
They commence with a genealogy of the Von Schlieffen family. With
pedantic anxiety the author has avoided all foreign words. It was, in
fact, a strange hobby of the “historian of his Sept,” as he also
sometimes designated himself, never to employ a word borrowed
from another language, though he usually spoke French, and took a
pleasure in arranging Latin and Greek proverbs and inscriptions for
votive tablets, which he had hung up at his favourite spots at
Windhausen and Schlieffenberg. In his old friend, Johannes von
Müller, whom, as Ministerial Secretary of the young Kingdom of
Westphalia, Fate brought back to Cassel in the year 1807, he found
nothing to blame except that, in his immortal books, Müller would not
entirely discard the horrible foreign words. But the comic part of the
business was that in the invention of German words, which Herr von
Schlieffen employed in lieu of foreign ones generally in use, he was
decidedly unfortunate, and to understand the words invented by him
we must first have a key. This was something, however, which he felt
himself, for, as a rule, he added the foreign word in a parenthesis. In
addition to this he was noted for certain turns or rather contortions of
expression which considerable increased the difficulty experienced
by the uninitiated in understanding his book, the value of which was,