LETTER CXLI

LONDON, May 6, O. S. 1751.

MY DEAR FRIEND: The best authors are always the severest critics of their

own works; they revise, correct, file, and polish them, till they think

they have brought them to perfection. Considering you as my work, I do

not look upon myself as a bad author, and am therefore a severe critic. I

examine narrowly into the least inaccuracy or inelegance, in order to

correct, not to expose them, and that the work may be perfect at last.

You are, I know, exceedingly improved in your air, address, and manners,

since you have been at Paris; but still there is, I believe, room for

further improvement before you come to that perfection which I have set

my heart upon seeing you arrive at; and till that moment I must continue

filing and polishing. In a letter that I received by last post, from a

friend of yours at Paris, there was this paragraph: “I have the honor to

assure you, without flattery, that Mr. Stanhope succeeds beyond what

might be expected from a person of his age. He goes into very good

company; and that kind of manner, which was at first thought to be too

decisive and peremptory, is now judged otherwise; because it is

acknowledged to be the effect of an ingenuous frankness, accompanied by

politeness, and by a proper deference. He studies to please, and

succeeds. Madame du Puisieux was the other day speaking of him with

complacency and friendship. You will be satisfied with him in all

respects.” This is extremely well, and I rejoice at it: one little

circumstance only may, and I hope will, be altered for the better. Take

pains to undeceive those who thought that ‘petit ton un peu delcide et un

peu brusque’; as it is not meant so, let it not appear so. Compose your

countenance to an air of gentleness and ‘douceur’, use some expressions

of diffidence of your own opinion, and deference to other people’s; such

as, “If I might be permitted to say--I should think--Is it not rather so?

At least I have the greatest reason to be diffident of myself.” Such

mitigating, engaging words do by no means weaken your argument; but, on

the contrary, make it more powerful by making it more pleasing. If it is

a quick and hasty manner of speaking that people mistake ‘pour decide et

brusque’, prevent their mistakes for the future by speaking more

deliberately, and taking a softer tone of voice; as in this case you are

free from the guilt, be free from the suspicion, too. Mankind, as I have

often told you, are more governed by appearances than by realities; and

with regard to opinion, one had better be really rough and hard, with the

appearance of gentleness and softness, than just the reverse. Few people

have penetration enough to discover, attention enough to observe, or even

concern enough to examine beyond the exterior; they take their notions

from the surface, and go no deeper: they commend, as the gentlest and

best-natured man in the world, that man who has the most engaging

exterior manner, though possibly they have been but once in his company.

An air, a tone of voice, a composure of countenance to mildness and

softness, which are all easily acquired, do the business: and without

further examination, and possibly with the contrary qualities, that man

is reckoned the gentlest, the modestest, and the best-natured man alive.

Happy the man, who, with a certain fund of parts and knowledge, gets

acquainted with the world early enough to make it his bubble, at an age

when most people are the bubbles of the world! for that is the common

case of youth. They grow wiser when it is too late; and, ashamed and

vexed at having been bubbles so long, too often turn knaves at last. Do

not therefore trust to appearances and outside yourself, but pay other

people with them; because you may be sure that nine in ten of mankind do,

and ever will trust to them. This is by no means a criminal or blamable

simulation, if not used with an ill intention. I am by no means blamable

in desiring to have other people’s good word, good-will, and affection,

if I do not mean to abuse them. Your heart, I know, is good, your sense

is sound, and your knowledge extensive. What then remains for you to do?

Nothing, but to adorn those fundamental qualifications, with such

engaging and captivating manners, softness, and gentleness, as will

endear you to those who are able to judge of your real merit, and which

always stand in the stead of merit with those who are not. I do not mean

by this to recommend to you ‘le fade doucereux’, the insipid softness of

a gentle fool; no, assert your own opinion, oppose other people’s when

wrong; but let your manner, your air, your terms, and your tone of voice,

be soft and gentle, and that easily and naturally, not affectedly. Use

palliatives when you contradict; such as I MAY BE MISTAKEN, I AM NOT

SURE, BUT I BELIEVE, I SHOULD RATHER THINK, etc. Finish any argument or

dispute with some little good-humored pleasantry, to show that you are

neither hurt yourself, nor meant to hurt your antagonist; for an

argument, kept up a good while, often occasions a temporary alienation on

each side. Pray observe particularly, in those French people who are

distinguished by that character, ‘cette douceur de moeurs et de

manieres’, which they talk of so much, and value so justly; see in what

it consists; in mere trifles, and most easy to be acquired, where the

heart is really good. Imitate, copy it, till it becomes habitual and easy

to you. Without a compliment to you, I take it to be the only thing you

now want: nothing will sooner give it you than a real passion, or, at

least, ‘un gout vif’, for some woman of fashion; and, as I suppose that

you have either the one or the other by this time, you are consequently

in the best school. Besides this, if you were to say to Lady Hervey,

Madame Monconseil, or such others as you look upon to be your friends, It

is said that I have a kind of manner which is rather too decisive and too

peremptory; it is not, however, my intention that it should be so; I

entreat you to correct, and even publicly to punish me whenever I am

guilty. Do not treat me with the least indulgence, but criticise to the

utmost. So clear-sighted a judge as you has a right to be severe; and I

promise you that the criminal will endeavor to correct himself. Yesterday

I had two of your acquaintances to dine with me, Baron B. and his

companion Monsieur S. I cannot say of the former, ‘qu’il est paitri de

graces’; and I would rather advise him to go and settle quietly at home,

than to think of improving himself by further travels. ‘Ce n’est pas le

bois don’t on en fait’. His companion is much better, though he has a

strong ‘tocco di tedesco’. They both spoke well of you, and so far I

liked them both. How go you on with the amiable little Blot? Does she

listen to your Battering tale? Are you numbered among the list of her

admirers? Is Madame------your Madame de Lursay? Does she sometimes knot,

and are you her Meilcour? They say she has softness, sense, and engaging

manners; in such an apprenticeship much may be learned.--[This whole

passage, and several others, allude to Crebillon’s ‘Egaremens du Coeur et

de l’Esprit’, a sentimental novel written about that time, and then much

in vogue at Paris.]

A woman like her, who has always pleased, and often been pleased, can

best teach the art of pleasing; that art, without which, ‘ogni fatica

vana’. Marcel’s lectures are no small part of that art: they are the

engaging forerunner of all other accomplishments. Dress is also an

article not to be neglected, and I hope you do not neglect it; it helps

in the ‘premier abord’, which is often decisive. By dress, I mean your

clothes being well made, fitting you, in the fashion and not above it;

your hair well done, and a general cleanliness and spruceness in your

person. I hope you take infinite care of your teeth; the consequences of

neglecting the mouth are serious, not only to one’s self, but to others.

In short, my dear child, neglect nothing; a little more will complete the

whole. Adieu. I have not heard from you these three weeks, which I think

a great while.

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