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used to be taken in carts from the Palais de Justice to the Place de

Greve; where the scaffold awaited them reddened with all the blood

spilt here since 1793。



There is something great and terrible about suicide。 Most people's

downfalls are not dangerous; they are like children who have not far

to fall; and cannot injure themselves; but when a great nature is

dashed down; he is bound to fall from a height。 He must have been

raised almost to the skies; he has caught glimpses of some heaven

beyond his reach。 Vehement must the storms be which compel a soul to

seek for peace from the trigger of a pistol。



How much young power starves and pines away in a garret for want of a

friend; for lack of a woman's consolation; in the midst of millions of

fellow…creatures; in the presence of a listless crowd that is burdened

by its wealth! When one remembers all this; suicide looms large。

Between a self…sought death and the abundant hopes whose voices call a

young man to Paris; God only knows what may intervene; what contending

ideas have striven within the soul; what poems have been set aside;

what moans and what despair have been repressed; what abortive

masterpieces and vain endeavors! Every suicide is an awful poem of

sorrow。 Where will you find a work of genius floating above the seas

of literature that can compare with this paragraph:



  〃Yesterday; at four o'clock; a young woman threw herself into the

  Seine from the Pont des Arts。〃



Dramas and romances pale before this concise Parisian phrase; so must

even that old frontispiece; The Lamentations of the glorious king of

Kaernavan; put in prison by his children; the sole remaining fragment

of a lost work that drew tears from Sterne at the bare perusalthe

same Sterne who deserted his own wife and family。



The stranger was beset with such thoughts as these; which passed in

fragments through his mind; like tattered flags fluttering above the

combat。 If he set aside for a moment the burdens of consciousness and

of memory; to watch the flower heads gently swayed by the breeze among

the green thickets; a revulsion came over him; life struggled against

the oppressive thought of suicide; and his eyes rose to the sky: gray

clouds; melancholy gusts of the wind; the stormy atmosphere; all

decreed that he should die。



He bent his way toward the Pont Royal; musing over the last fancies of

others who had gone before him。 He smiled to himself as he remembered

that Lord Castlereagh had satisfied the humblest of our needs before

he cut his throat; and that the academician Auger had sought for his

snuff…box as he went to his death。 He analyzed these extravagances;

and even examined himself; for as he stood aside against the parapet

to allow a porter to pass; his coat had been whitened somewhat by the

contact; and he carefully brushed the dust from his sleeve; to his own

surprise。 He reached the middle of the arch; and looked forebodingly

at the water。



〃Wretched weather for drowning yourself;〃 said a ragged old woman; who

grinned at him; 〃isn't the Seine cold and dirty?〃



His answer was a ready smile; which showed the frenzied nature of his

courage; then he shivered all at once as he saw at a distance; by the

door of the Tuileries; a shed with an inscription above it in letters

twelve inches high: THE ROYAL HUMANE SOCIETY'S APPARATUS。



A vision of M。 Dacheux rose before him; equipped by his philanthropy;

calling out and setting in motion the too efficacious oars which break

the heads of drowning men; if unluckily they should rise to the

surface; he saw a curious crowd collecting; running for a doctor;

preparing fumigations; he read the maundering paragraph in the papers;

put between notes on a festivity and on the smiles of a ballet…dancer;

he heard the francs counted down by the prefect of police to the

watermen。 As a corpse; he was worth fifteen francs; but now while he

lived he was only a man of talent without patrons; without friends;

without a mattress to lie on; or any one to speak a word for hima

perfect social cipher; useless to a State which gave itself no trouble

about him。



A death in broad daylight seemed degrading to him; he made up his mind

to die at night so as to bequeath an unrecognizable corpse to a world

which had disregarded the greatness of life。 He began his wanderings

again; turning towards the Quai Voltaire; imitating the lagging gait

of an idler seeking to kill time。 As he came down the steps at the end

of the bridge; his notice was attracted by the second…hand books

displayed on the parapet; and he was on the point of bargaining for

some。 He smiled; thrust his hands philosophically into his pockets;

and fell to strolling on again with a proud disdain in his manner;

when he heard to his surprise some coin rattling fantastically in his

pocket。



A smile of hope lit his face; and slid from his lips over his

features; over his brow; and brought a joyful light to his eyes and

his dark cheeks。 It was a spark of happiness like one of the red dots

that flit over the remains of a burnt scrap of paper; but as it is

with the black ashes; so it was with his face; it became dull again

when the stranger quickly drew out his hand and perceived three

pennies。 〃Ah; kind gentleman! carita; carita; for the love of St。

Catherine! only a halfpenny to buy some bread!〃



A little chimney sweeper; with puffed cheeks; all black with soot; and

clad in tatters; held out his hand to beg for the man's last pence。



Two paces from the little Savoyard stood an old pauvre honteux; sickly

and feeble; in wretched garments of ragged druggeting; who asked in a

thick; muffled voice:



〃Anything you like to give; monsieur; I will pray to God for

you 。 。 。〃



But the young man turned his eyes on him; and the old beggar stopped

without another word; discerning in that mournful face an abandonment

of wretchedness more bitter than his own。



〃La carita! la carita!〃



The stranger threw the coins to the old man and the child; left the

footway; and turned towards the houses; the harrowing sight of the

Seine fretted him beyond endurance。



〃May God lengthen your days!〃 cried the two beggars。



As he reached the shop window of a print…seller; this man on the brink

of death met a young woman alighting from a showy carriage。 He looked

in delight at her prettiness; at the pale face appropriately framed by

the satin of her fashionable bonnet。 Her slender form and graceful

movements entranced him。 Her skirt had been slightly raised as she

stepped to the pavement; disclosing a daintily fitting white stocking

over the delicate outlines beneath。 The young lady went into the shop;

purchased albums and sets of lithographs; giving several gold coins

for them; which glittered and rang upon the counter。 The young man;

seemingly occupied with the prints in the window; fixed upon the fair

stranger a gaze as eager as man can give; to receive in exchange an

indifferent glance; such as lights by accident on a passer…by。 For him

it was a leave…taking of love and of woman; but his final and

strenuous questioning glance was neither understood nor felt by the

slight…natured woman there; her color did not rise; her eyes did not

droop。 What was it to her? one more piece of adulation; yet another

sigh only prompted the delightful thought at night; 〃I looked rather

well to…day。〃



The young man quickly turned to another picture; and only left it when

she returned to her carriage。 The horses started off; the final vision

of luxury and refinement went under an eclipse; just as that life of

his would soon do also。 Slowly and sadly he followed the line of the

shops; listlessly examining the specimens on view。 When the shops came

to an end; he reviewed the Louvre; the Institute; the towers of Notre

Dame; of the Palais; the Pont des Arts; all these public monuments

seemed to have taken their tone from the heavy gray sky。



Fitful gleams of ligh

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