The passages just cited appear so simple, and utter so naturally what we
all experience, that they are read the first time without surprise.
There seems nothing remarkable about them except this very simplicity
and naturalness. Now, these are not the qualities which attract
attention. It is difficult to appreciate them in works where they occur,
and it is only by reading works where they are lacking that we realize
all their importance. But here, as soon as we reflect, we are astonished
to perceive that this great emotion is expressed in language strong,
confident, and correct, with no hesitation and no bungling. The lively
sequence of these complaints implies that they were poured forth all at
once, in a single outburst; and yet the perfection of the style seems
impossible of attainment without some study and some retouching. It is
sometimes said that a strong passion at once creates the language to
express it. I greatly doubt this. On the contrary, it seems to me that
when the soul is violently agitated, the words by which we try to
express our feelings always appear dull and cold; we are tempted to make
use of exaggerated and far-fetched expressions in order to rise to the
level of our sorrow or joy. Hence come sometimes excessive terms,
discordant metaphors. We might be inclined to regard these as thought
out at leisure and in cold blood, while on the contrary they are the
product of the first impulse of the effort we instinctively make to find
an expression corresponding to the intensity of our passion. There is
nothing of this kind in Madame de Sévigné's letters; and however violent
her grief may be, it always speaks in accurate and fitting language.
This is a valuable quality, and one extremely rare. That we may not be
surprised at finding it so highly developed in her, we need only
remember what has just been said of the way in which she was
unconsciously prepared to become a great writer.
Another characteristic of Madame de Sévigné's letters, not less
remarkable, is that generally her most loving messages are cleverly
expressed. I do not refer merely to certain isolated phrases that have
sometimes appeared rather affected. "The north wind bound for Grignan
makes me ache for your chest." "My dear, how the burden within you
weighs me down!" "I dare not read your letters for fear of having read
them." These are only occasional flashes; but almost always, when on the
point of giving way to all her emotion, she gives her phrase an
ingenious turn, she makes witty observations, is bright, pleasing,
elegant. All this seems to some readers to proceed from a mind quite
self-possessed, and not so far affected by passion as to be inattentive
to elegant diction.
Just now I placed naturalness among Madame de Sévigné's leading
qualities. There are those who are not of this opinion, and contend that
naturalness is just the merit she most lacks; but we must define our
meaning. Naturalness for each one is what is conformable to his nature;
and as each one of us has a nature of his own very different from that
of his neighbors, naturalness cannot be exactly the same in every
instance. Moreover, education and habit give us each a second nature
which often has more control over us than the original one. In the
society in which Madame de Sévigné lived, people made a point of
speaking wittily. The first few times one appeared in this society, it
required a little study and effort to assume the same tone as the rest.
One had to be on the watch for those pleasant repartees that, among the
frequenters of the Rambouillet and Richelieu houses, gave the new-comer
a good reputation; but after a while these happy sayings came unsought.
To persons trained in such a school, what might at first sight appear
subtle and refined is ordinary and natural. Whether they speak or write,
their ideas take a certain form which is not the usual one; and bright,
witty, and dainty phrases, which would require labor from others, occur
to them spontaneously.
To be sure, I do not mean that Madame de Sévigné wrote well without
knowing it. This is a thing of which a witty woman always has an
inkling; and besides, her friends did not permit her to be ignorant of
it. "Your letters are delightful," they told her, "and you are like your
letters." It was all the easier to believe this, because she paid to
herself in a whisper such compliments as others addressed to her aloud.
One day, when she had recently written to her friend Dr. Bourdelot, she
said to her daughter, "Brava! what a good answer I sent him! That is a
foolish thing to say, but I had a good, wide-awake pen that day." It is
very delightful to feel that one has wit, and we can understand how
Madame de Sévigné might sometimes have yielded to this feeling with some
satisfaction. In her most private correspondence, that in which she
least thought of the public, we might note certain passages in which she
takes pleasure in elaborating and decorating her thought, and in adding
to it new details more and more dainty and ingenious. This she does
without effort, to satisfy her own taste and to give herself the
pleasure of expressing her thought agreeably. It has been remarked that
good talkers are not sensitive to the praises of others only: they also
wish to please themselves, independently of the public around them; and
like to hear themselves talk. It might be said in the same sense that
Madame de Sévigné sometimes likes to see herself write. This is one of
those pretty artifices which in women do not exclude sincerity, and
which may be united with naturalness. Copyrighted by A.C. McClurg and
Company, Chicago.