FROM THE FRENCH.

ONE of the hobbies cherished in the most especial manner by the

good citizen of Paris, is Philosophy; not that he takes delight

in the cultivation of wisdom, or makes the study of nature his

pursuit: but when things go well with him in the world; when his

fortune has reached the limit of his desires; when age has abated

the ardor of his passions, and in the bosom of his family he finds

himself surrounded with every comfort and luxury that heart could

wish; he fancies himself beyond the common accidents of life; he

becomes a philosopher. His philosophy is his pet, his play-thing,

his hobby-horse upon which he gets astride, and gambols like a

frolicsome child. Should his wife scold, should his roast-beef be

burnt, should a sudden shower break up a party of pleasure, he alone

preserves his equanimity; is smiling, soothing, and consolatory;

he is a philosopher. Philosophy is his sovereign panacea; with the

understanding that no precautions have been neglected to secure him

as far as possible against the weightier mishaps of life. His houses

and furniture are insured, and his money, instead of being exposed

to the hazards of joint stock companies or rail-roads, is safely

invested in the royal funds.

Monsieur d'Herbois was a happy example of this consolatory system,

and seemed to have been sent into the world expressly for the

purpose of sounding the praises of philosophy, without ever being

obliged to test its efficacy in his own case. Wealthy by a paternal

inheritance, which thrift on his part had increased, he had early

in life married the woman of his choice; and his only son, about

twenty-two years of age, was now in his turn about to espouse

a young lady, whose character, fortune, and family all exactly

suited the fortunate father. And so Monsieur d'Herbois, a man of

a naturally placid and even temper, was now busying himself in

preparing the dower, or if you please the appanage of Gustavus, with

the benignity and disinterested solicitude of a sage.

'My friend,' said he to Monsieur Durand, who was not a philosopher,

'I shall give to Gustavus my house at Sussy. I well know that this

will be a great sacrifice, and that we cannot pass the summers

there any more, because it is possible that my wife cannot agree

on all points with her daughter-in-law; but we love Gustavus so

dearly!--and beside, one must be a philosopher. We shall therefore

live in Paris on the second floor; the first will be occupied by the

young folks. My wife grumbles a little at this; but says I to her:

'My dear, suppose some unexpected calamity should occur, to sweep

away all our property?--what would then become of us? Then we should

have to climb up into the garret, and would be forced to summon up

all our philosophy, of which we shall scarcely stand in need, merely

to ascend a few additional steps. Thales of Miletus acted in this

manner, one of the seven wise men of Greece, who endured all sorts

of troubles without complaint, and in fact defied all mankind to

disturb the serenity of his soul and the tranquillity of his spirit.'

'And do you give the same defiance to men as Thales did?' asked

Monsieur Durand.

'To be sure I do. You, my friend, ought to know whether I have

not the right to do so. Have you ever known me to depart from my

principles?'

'I know,' replied M. Durand, 'that during the time since you and I

left college together, which is now upward of thirty years, I have

never known you to be afflicted with any personal misfortune; and if

Thales of Miletus, whose story I do not now remember, was always as

lucky, his philosophy would not have cost him more than yours does.'

'To speak candidly,' replied M. d'Herbois, with a

good-natured-smile, 'I think that I am a little more of a

philosopher than Thales himself was; for I have never been

inconsistent with my professions, although a husband and a father,

while Thales was a bachelor.'

'But still,' said his friend Durand to him, 'you have never been put

to the test.'

'Let the test come; I am ready.'

'Suppose your wife should prove false to you, or your son not turn

out in accordance with your expectations?--do you think you would

support these misfortunes with the constancy of Job?'

'Of Thales, my dear friend, of Thales, if you please; do not

confound them:

'For all events the wise man is prepared.'

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