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1La boîte était fermée, il fut impossible à nos agresseurs de l’ouvrir ; mais ils essayèrent de la briser dans le combat, noire méchanceté qui nous fit jeter les hauts cris. Quelques camarades, animés d’un esprit de justice ou frappés de notre résistance héroïque, conseillaient de nous laisser tranquilles en nous accablant d’une insolente pitié. Soudain, attiré par le bruit de la bataille, le père Haugoult intervint brusquement, et s’enquit de la dispute. Nos adversaires nous avaient distraits de nos pensum, le Régent venait défendre ses esclaves. Pour s’excuser, les assaillants révélèrent l’existence des manuscrits. Le terrible Haugoult nous ordonna de lui remettre la cassette : si nous résistions, il pouvait la faire briser ; Lambert lui en livra la clef, le Régent prit les papiers, les feuilleta ; puis il nous dit en les confisquant : — Voilà donc les bêtises pour lesquelles vous négligez vos devoirs ! De grosses larmes tombèrent des yeux de Lambert, arrachées autant par la conscience de sa supériorité morale offensée que par l’insulte gratuite et la trahison qui nous accablaient. Nous lançâmes à nos accusateurs un regard de reproche : ne nous avaient-ils pas vendus à l’ennemi commun ? s’ils pouvaient, suivant le Droit Écolier, nous battre, ne devaient-ils pas garder le silence sur nos fautes ? Aussi eurent-ils pendant un moment quelque honte de leur lâcheté. Le père Haugoult vendit probablement à un épicier de Vendôme le Traité de la Volonté, sans connaître l’importance des trésors scientifiques dont les germes avortés se dissipèrent en d’ignorantes mains.
2Six mois après, je quittai le collége. J’ignore donc si Lambert, que notre séparation plongea dans une noire mélancolie, a recommencé son ouvrage. Ce fut en mémoire de la catastrophe arrivée au livre de Louis que, dans l’ouvrage par lequel commencent ces Études, je me suis servi pour une œuvre fictive du titre réellement inventé par Lambert, et que j’ai donné le nom d’une femme qui lui fut chère, à une jeune fille pleine de dévouement ; mais cet emprunt n’est pas le seul que je lui ai fait : son caractère, ses occupations m’ont été très-utiles dans cette composition dont le sujet est dû à quelque souvenir de nos jeunes méditations. Maintenant cette Histoire est destinée à élever un modeste cippe où soit attestée la vie de celui qui m’a légué tout son bien, sa pensée. Dans cet ouvrage d’enfant, Lambert déposa des idées d’homme. Dix ans plus tard, en rencontrant quelques savants sérieusement occupés des phénomènes qui nous avaient frappés, et que Lambert analysa si miraculeusement, je compris l’importance de ses travaux, oubliés déjà comme un enfantillage. Je passai donc plusieurs mois à me rappeler les principales découvertes de mon pauvre camarade. Après avoir rassemblé mes souvenirs, je puis affirmer que, dès 1812, il avait établi, deviné, discuté dans son Traité, plusieurs faits importants dont, me disait-il, les preuves arriveraient tôt ou tard. Ses spéculations philosophiques devraient certes le faire admettre au nombre de ces grands penseurs apparus à divers intervalles parmi les hommes pour leur révéler les principes tout nus de quelque science à venir, dont les racines poussent avec lenteur et portent un jour de beaux fruits dans les domaines de l’intelligence.
3Ainsi, un pauvre artisan, occupé à fouiller les terres pour trouver le secret des émaux, affirmait au seizième siècle, avec l’infaillible autorité du génie, les faits géologiques dont la démonstration fait aujourd’hui la gloire de Buffon et de Cuvier. Je crois pouvoir offrir une idée du Traité de Lambert par les propositions capitales qui en formaient la base ; mais je les dépouillerai, malgré moi, des idées dans lesquelles il les avait enveloppées, et qui en étaient le cortége indispensable. Marchant dans un sentier autre que le sien, je prenais, de ses recherches, celles qui servaient le mieux mon système. J’ignore donc si, moi son disciple, je pourrai fidèlement traduire ses pensées, après me les être assimilées de manière à leur donner la couleur des miennes.
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1He remained pensive, almost sad. Perhaps he saw the dreams of his youth as swaddling clothes that he must soon shake off. ‘‘Sight and hearing are, no doubt, the sheaths for a very marvellous instrument,’’ said he, laughing at his own figure of speech. Always when he was talking to me of Heaven and Hell, he was wont to treat of Nature as being master; but now, as he pronounced these last words, big with prescience, he seemed to soar moré boldly than ever above the landscape, and his forehead seemed ready to burst with the afflatus of genius. His powers—mental powers we must call them till some new term is found—seemed to flash from the organs intended to express them. His eyes shot out thoughts; his uplifted hand, his silent but tremulous lips were eloquent; his burning glance was radiant; at last his head, as though too heavy, or exhausted by too eager a flight, fell on his 224 BALZAC’S WORKS breast. This boy-—-this giant—bent his head, took my hand and clasped it in bis own, which was damp, so fevered was he for the search for truth; then, after a pause, he said— “‘T shall be famous!—And you, too,’”’ he added after a pause. ‘‘We will both study the Chemistry of the Will.”
2Noble soul! I recognized his superiority, though he took great care never to make me feel it. He shared with me all the treasures of his mind, and regarded me as instrumentai in his discoveries, leaving me the credit of my insignificant contributions. He was always as gracious as fi woman in love; he had all the bashful feeling, the delicacy of soul which make life happy and pleasant to endure. On the following day he began writing what he called a ‘Treatise on the Will’; his subsequent reflections led to many changes in its plan and method; but the incident of that day was certainly the germ of the work, just as the electric shock always felt by Mesmer at the approach of a particular manservant was the starting-point of his discoveries in magnetism, a science till then interred under the mysteries of Isis, of Delphi, of the cave of Trophonius, and rediscovered by that prodigious genfus, close on Lavater, and the precursor of Gall. Lambert’s ideas, suddenly illuminated by this flash of light, assumed vaster proportions; he disentangled certain truths from his many acquisitions and brought them into order; then, iike a founder, he cast the model of bis work. At the end of six months’ indefatigable labor, Lambert’s writings excited the curiosity of cur companions, and became the object of cruel practical jokes which led te a fatal issue, LOUIS LAMBERY 225
3One day one of the masters, who was bent on seeing the manuscripts, enlisted the aid of our tyrants, and came to seize, by force, a box that contained the precious papers. Lainbert and I defended it with incredible courage. The trunk was locked, our aggressors could not open it, but they tried to smash it in the struggle, a stroke of malignity at which we shrieked with rage. Some of the boys, with a sense of justice, or struck perhaps by our heroic defence, advised the attacking party to leave us in peace, crushing us with insulting contempt. But suddenly, brought to the spot by the noise of a battle, Father Haugoult roughly intervened, inquiring as to the cause of the fight. Our enemies had interrupted us in writing our impositions, and the class-master came to protect his slaves. The foe, in self-defence, betrayed the existence of the manuscript. The dreadful Haugoult insisted on our giving up the box; if we should resist, he would have it broken open. Lambert gave him the key; the master took out the papers, glanced through them, and said, as he confiscated them— ‘‘And it is for such rubbish as this that you neglect your lessons!” Large tears fell from Lambert’s eyes, wrung from him as much by a sense of his offended moral superiority as by the gratuitous insult and betrayal that we had suffered. We gave the accusers a glance of stern reproach: had they not delivered us over to the common enemy? If the common law of school entitled them to thrash us, did it not require them to keep silence as to our misdeeds? In a moment they were no doubt ashamed of their baseness. Father Haugoult probably sold the ‘‘Treatise on the 226 BALZAC’S WORKS © Will’ to a local grocer, unconscious of the scientific treasure, of which the germs thus fell into unworthy hands. Six months later I left the school, and I do not know whether Lambert ever recommenced his labors. Our parting threw him into a mood of the darkest melancholy. It was in memory of the disaster that befell Louis’s book that, in the tale which comes first in these ‘‘Htudes,’’ I adopted the title invented by Lambert for a work of fiction, and gave the name of a woman who was dear to him to a girl characterized by her self-devotion; but this is not all I have borrowed from him: his character and occupations were of great value to me in writing that book, and the subject arose from some reminiscences of our youthful meditations. This present volume is intended as a modest monument, a broken column, to commemorate the hie of the man who bequeathed to me all he had to leave—his thouchts.
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