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Two Poets
by Honore de Balzac
Translated by Ellen Marriage
DEDICATION
To Monsieur Victor Hugo；
It was your birthright to be； like a Rafael or a Pitt； a great poet at an age when other men are children； it was your fate； the fate of Chateaubriand and of every man of genius； to struggle against jealousy skulking behind the columns of a newspaper； or crouching in the subterranean places of journalism。 For this reason I desired that your victorious name should help to win a victory for this work that I inscribe to you； a work which； if some persons are to be believed； is an act of courage as well as a veracious history。 If there had been journalists in the time of Moliere； who can doubt but that they； like marquises； financiers； doctors； and lawyers； would have been within the province of the writer of plays？ And why should Comedy； qui castigat ridendo mores； make an exception in favor of one power； when the Parisian press spares none？ I am happy； monsieur； in this opportunity of subscribing myself your sincere admirer and friend；
DE BALZAC。
TWO POETS
At the time when this story opens； the Stanhope press and the ink… distributing roller were not as yet in general use in small provincial printing establishments。 Even at Angouleme； so closely connected through its paper…mills with the art of typography in Paris； the only machinery in use was the primitive wooden invention to which the language owes a figure of speech〃the press groans〃 was no mere rhetorical expression in those days。 Leather ink…balls were still used in old…fashioned printing houses； the pressman dabbed the ink by hand on the characters； and the movable table on which the form of type was placed in readiness for the sheet of paper； being made of marble； literally deserved its name of 〃impression…stone。〃 Modern machinery has swept all this old…world mechanism into oblivion； the wooden press which； with all its imperfections； turned out such beautiful work for the Elzevirs； Plantin； Aldus； and Didot is so completely forgotten； that something must be said as to the obsolete gear on which Jerome… Nicolas Sechard set an almost superstitious affection； for it plays a part in this chronicle of great small things。
Sechard had been in his time a journeyman pressman； a 〃bear〃 in compositors' slang。 The continued pacing to and fro of the pressman from ink…table to press； from press to ink…table； no doubt suggested the nickname。 The 〃bears；〃 however； make matters even by calling the compositors monkeys； on account of the nimble industry displayed by those gentlemen in picking out the type from the hundred and fifty…two compartments of the cases。
In the disastrous year 1793； Sechard； being fifty years old and a married man； escaped the great Requisition which swept the bulk of French workmen into the army。 The old pressman was the only hand left in the printing…house； and when the master （otherwise the 〃gaffer〃） died； leaving a widow； but no children； the business seemed to be on the verge of extinction； for the solitary 〃bear〃 was quite incapable of the feat of transformation into a 〃monkey；〃 and in his quality of pressman had never learned to read or write。 Just then； however； a Representative of the People being in a mighty hurry to publish the Decrees of the Convention； bestowed a master printer's license on Sechard； and requisitioned the establishment。 Citizen Sechard accepted the dangerous patent； bought the business of his master's widow with his wife's savings； and took over the plant at half its value。 But he was not even at the beginning。 He was bound to print the Decrees of the Republic without mistakes and without delay。
In this strait Jerome…Nicolas Sechard had the luck to discover a noble Marseillais who had no mind to emigrate and lose his lands； nor yet to show himself openly and lose his head； and consequently was fain to earn a living by some lawful industry。 A bargain was struck。 M。 le Comte de Maucombe； disguised in a provincial printer's jacket； set up； read； and corrected the decrees which forbade citizens to harbor aristocrats under pain of death； while the 〃bear；〃 now a 〃gaffer；〃 printed the copies and duly posted them； and the pair remained safe and sound。
In 1795； when the squall of the Terror had passed over； Nicolas Sechard was obliged to look out for another jack…of…all…trades to be compositor； reader； and foreman in one； and an Abbe who declined the oath succeeded the Comte de Maucombe as soon as the First Consul restored public worship。 The Abbe became a Bishop at the Restoration； and in after days the Count and the Abbe met and sat together on the same bench of the House of Peers。
In 1795 Jerome…Nicolas had not known how to read or write； in 1802 he had made no progress in either art； but by allowing a handsome margin for 〃wear and tear〃 in his estimates； he managed to pay a foreman's wages。 The once easy…going journeyman was a terror to his 〃bears〃 and 〃monkeys。〃 Where poverty ceases； avarice begins。 From the day when Sechard first caught a glimpse of the possibility of making a fortune； a growing covetousness developed and sharpened in him a certain practical faculty for businessgreedy； suspicious； and keen…eyed。 He carried on his craft in disdain of theory。 In course of time he had learned to estimate at a glance the cost of printing per page or per sheet in every kind of type。 He proved to unlettered customers that large type costs more to move； or； if small type was under discussion； that it was more difficult to handle。 The setting…up of the type was the one part of his craft of which he knew nothing； and so great was his terror lest he should not charge enough； that he always made a heavy profit。 He never took his eyes off his compositors while they were paid by the hour。 If he knew that a paper manufacturer was in difficulties； he would buy up his stock at a cheap rate and warehouse the paper。 So from this time forward he was his own landlord； and owned the old house which had been a printing office from time immemorial。
He had every sort of luck。 He was left a widower with but one son。 The boy he sent to the grammar school； he must be educated； not so much for his own sake as to train a successor to the business； and Sechard treated the lad harshly so as to prolong the time of parental rule； making him work at case on holidays； telling him that he must learn to earn his own living； so as to recompense his poor old father； who was slaving his life out to give him an education。
Then the Abbe went； and Sechard promoted one of his four compositors to be foreman； making his choice on the future bishop's recommendation of the man as an honest and intelligent workman。 In these ways the worthy printer thought to tide over the time until his son could take a business which was sure to extend in young and clever hands。
David Sechard's school career was a brilliant one。 Old Sechard； as a 〃bear〃 who had succeeded in life without any education； entertained a very considerable contempt for attainments in book learning； and when he sent his son to Paris to study the higher branches of typography； he recommended the lad so earnestly to save a good round sum in the 〃working man's paradise〃 （as he was pleased to call the city）； and so distinctly gave the boy to understand that he was not to draw upon the paternal purse； that it seemed as if old Sechard saw some way of gaining private ends of his own by that sojourn in the Land of Sapience。 So David learned his trade； and completed his education at the same time； and Didot's foreman became a scholar； and yet when he left Paris at the end of 1819； summoned home by his father to take the helm of business； he had not cost his parent a farthing。
Now Nicolas Sechard's establishment hitherto had enjoyed a monopoly of all the official printing in the department； besides the work of the prefecture and the diocesethree connections which should prove mighty profitable to an active young printer； but precisely at this juncture the firm of Cointet Brothers； paper manufacturers； applied to the authorities for the second printer's license in Angouleme。 Hitherto old Sechard had contrived to reduce this license to a dead letter； thank
