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    I have entered upon a performance which is without example, whose
    accomplishment will have no imitator. I mean to present my
    fellow-mortals with a man in all the integrity of nature; and this man
    shall be myself.

    I know my heart, and have studied mankind; I am not made like any one I
    have been acquainted with, perhaps like no one in existence; if not
    better, I at least claim originality, and whether Nature did wisely in
    breaking the mould with which she formed me, can only be determined after
    having read this work.

    Whenever the last trumpet shall sound, I will present myself before the
    sovereign judge with this book in my hand, and loudly proclaim, thus have
    I acted; these were my thoughts; such was I. With equal freedom and
    veracity have I related what was laudable or wicked, I have concealed no
    crimes, added no virtues; and if I have sometimes introduced superfluous
    ornament, it was merely to occupy a void occasioned by defect of memory:
    I may have supposed that certain, which I only knew to be probable, but
    have never asserted as truth, a conscious falsehood. Such as I was, I
    have declared myself; sometimes vile and despicable, at others, virtuous,
    generous and sublime; even as thou hast read my inmost soul: Power
    eternal! assemble round thy throne an innumerable throng of my
    fellow-mortals, let them listen to my confessions, let them blush at my
    depravity, let them tremble at my sufferings; let each in his turn expose
    with equal sincerity the failings, the wanderings of his heart, and, if
    he dare, aver, I was better than that man.

    I was born at Geneva, in 1712, son of Isaac Rousseau and Susannah
    Bernard, citizens. My father's share of a moderate competency, which was
    divided among fifteen children, being very trivial, his business of a
    watchmaker (in which he had the reputation of great ingenuity) was his
    only dependence. My mother's circumstances were more affluent; she was
    daughter of a Mons. Bernard, minister, and possessed a considerable share
    of modesty and beauty; indeed, my father found some difficulty in
    obtaining her hand.

    The affection they entertained for each other was almost as early as
    their existence; at eight or nine years old they walked together every
    evening on the banks of the Treille, and before they were ten, could not
    support the idea of separation. A natural sympathy of soul confined
    those sentiments of predilection which habit at first produced; born with
    minds susceptible of the most exquisite sensibility and tenderness, it
    was only necessary to encounter similar dispositions; that moment
    fortunately presented itself, and each surrendered a willing heart.

    The obstacles that opposed served only to give a decree of vivacity to
    their affection, and the young lover, not being able to obtain his
    mistress, was overwhelmed with sorrow and despair. She advised him to
    travel--to forget her. He consented--he travelled, but returned more
    passionate than ever, and had the happiness to find her equally constant,
    equally tender. After this proof of mutual affection, what could they
    resolve?--to dedicate their future lives to love! the resolution was
    ratified with a vow, on which Heaven shed its benediction.

    Fortunately, my mother's brother, Gabriel Bernard, fell in love with one
    of my father's sisters; she had no objection to the match, but made the
    marriage of his sister with her brother an indispensable preliminary.
    Love soon removed every obstacle, and the two weddings were celebrated
    the same day: thus my uncle became the husband of my aunt, and their
    children were doubly cousins german. Before a year was expired, both had
    the happiness to become fathers, but were soon after obliged to submit to
    a separation.

    My uncle Bernard, who was an engineer, went to serve in the empire and
    Hungary, under Prince Eugene, and distinguished himself both at the siege
    and battle of Belgrade. My father, after the birth of my only brother,
    set off, on recommendation, for Constantinople, and was appointed
    watchmaker to the Seraglio. During his absence, the beauty, wit, and
    accomplishments--

    [They were too brilliant for her situation, the minister, her
    father, having bestowed great pains on her education. She was aught
    drawing, singing, and to play on the theorbo; had learning, and
    wrote very agreeable verses. The following is an extempore piece
    which she composed in the absence of her husband and brother, in a
    conversation with some person relative to them, while walking with
    her sister--in--law, and their two children:

    Ces deux messieurs, qui sont absens,
    Nous sont chers e bien des manieres;
    Ce sont nos amiss, nos amans,
    Ce sont nos maris et nos freres,
    Et les peres de ces enfans.

    These absent ones, who just claim
    Our hearts, by every tender name,
    To whom each wish extends
    Our husbands and our brothers are,
    The fathers of this blooming pair,
    Our lovers and our friends.]

    of my mother attracted a number of admirers, among whom Mons. de la
    Closure, Resident of France, was the most assiduous in his attentions.
    His passion must have been extremely violent, since after a period of
    thirty years I have seen him affected at the very mention of her name.
    My mother had a defence more powerful even than her virtue; she tenderly
    loved my father, and conjured him to return; his inclination seconding
    his request, he gave up every prospect of emolument, and hastened to
    Geneva.

    I was the unfortunate fruit of this return, being born ten months after,
    in a very weakly and infirm state; my birth cost my mother her life, and
    was the first of my misfortunes. I am ignorant how my father supported
    her loss at that time, but I know he was ever after inconsolable. In me
    he still thought he saw her he so tenderly lamented, but could never
    forget I had been the innocent cause of his misfortune, nor did he ever
    embrace me, but his sighs, the convulsive pressure of his arms, witnessed
    that a bitter regret mingled itself with his caresses, though, as may be
    supposed, they were not on this account less ardent. When he said to me,
    "Jean Jacques, let us talk of your mother," my usual reply was, "Yes,
    father, but then, you know, we shall cry," and immediately the tears
    started from his eyes. "Ah!" exclaimed he, with agitation, "Give me back
    my wife; at least console me for her loss; fill up, dear boy, the void
    she has left in my soul. Could I love thee thus wert thou only my son?"
    Forty years after this loss he expired in the arms of his second wife,
    but the name of the first still vibrated on his lips, still was her image
    engraved on his heart.

    Such were the authors of my being: of all the gifts it had pleased Heaven
    to bestow on them, a feeling heart was the only one that descended to me;
    this had been the source of their felicity, it was the foundation of all
    my misfortunes.

    I came into the world with so few signs of life, that they entertained
    but little hope of preserving me, with the seeds of a disorder that has
    gathered strength with years, and from which I am now relieved at
    intervals, only to suffer a different, though more intolerable evil.
    I owed my preservation to one of my father's sisters, an amiable and
    virtuous girl, who took the most tender care of me; she is yet living,
    nursing, at the age of four--score, a husband younger than herself, but
    worn out with excessive drinking. Dear aunt! I freely forgive your
    having preserved my life, and only lament that it is not in my power to
    bestow on the decline of your days the tender solicitude and care you
    lavished on the first dawn of mine. My nurse, Jaqueline, is likewise
    living: and in good health--the hands that opened my eyes to the light of
    this world may close them at my death. We suffer before we think; it is
    the common lot of humanity. I experienced more than my proportion of it.
    I have no knowledge of what passed prior to my fifth or sixth year; I
    recollect nothing of learning to read, I only remember what effect the
    first considerable exercise of it produced on my mind; and from that
    moment I date an uninterrupted knowledge of myself.

    Every night, after supper, we read some part of a small collection of
    romances which had been my mother's. My father's design was only to
    improve me in reading, and he thought these entertaining works were
    calculated to give me a fondness for it; but we soon found ourselves so
    interested in the adventures they contained, that we alternately read
    whole nights together, and could not bear to give over until at the
    conclusion of a volume. Sometimes, in a morning, on hearing the swallows
    at our window, my father, quite ashamed of this weakness, would cry,
    "Come, come, let us go to bed; I am more a child than thou art."

    I soon acquired, by this dangerous custom, not only an extreme facility
    in reading and comprehending, but, for my age, a too intimate
    acquaintance with the passions. An infinity of sensations were familiar
    to me, without possessing any precise idea of the objects to which they
    related--I had conceived nothing--I had felt the whole. This confused
    succession of emotions did not retard the future efforts of my reason,
    though they added an extravagant, romantic notion of human life, which
    experience and reflection have never been able to eradicate.

    My romance reading concluded with the summer of 1719, the following
    winter was differently employed. My mother's library being quite
    exhausted, we had recourse to that part of her father's which had
    devolved to us; here we happily found some valuable books, which was by
    no means extraordinary, having been selected by a minister that truly
    deserved that title, in whom learning (which was the rage of the times)
    was but a secondary commendation, his taste and good sense being most
    conspicuous. The history of the Church and Empire by Le Sueur,
    Bossuett's Discourses on Universal History, Plutarch's Lives, the history
    of Venice by Nani, Ovid's Metamorphoses, La Bruyere, Fontenelle's World,
    his Dialogues of the Dead, and a few volumes of Moliere, were soon ranged
    in my father's closet, where, during the hours he was employed in his
    business, I daily read them, with an avidity and taste uncommon, perhaps
    unprecedented at my age.

    Plutarch presently became my greatest favorite. The satisfaction I
    derived from repeated readings I gave this author, extinguished my
    passion for romances, and I shortly preferred Agesilaus, Brutus, and
    Aristides, to Orondates, Artemenes, and Juba. These interesting
    studies, seconded by the conversations they frequently occasioned with my
    father, produced that republican spirit and love of liberty, that haughty
    and invincible turn of mind, which rendered me impatient of restraint or
    servitude, and became the torment of my life, as I continually found
    myself in situations incompatible with these sentiments. Incessantly
    occupied with Rome and Athens, conversing, if I may so express myself
    with their illustrious heroes; born the citizen of a republic, of a
    father whose ruling passion was a love of his country, I was fired with
    these examples; could fancy myself a Greek or Roman, and readily give
    into the character of the personage whose life I read; transported by the
    recital of any extraordinary instance of fortitude or intrepidity,
    animation flashed from my eyes, and gave my voice additional strength and
    energy. One day, at table, while relating the fortitude of Scoevola,
    they were terrified at seeing me start from my seat and hold my hand over
    a hot chafing--dish, to represent more forcibly the action of that
    determined Roman.

    My brother, who was seven years older than myself, was brought up to my
    father's profession. The extraordinary affection they lavished on me
    might be the reason he was too much neglected: this certainly was a fault
    which cannot be justified. His education and morals suffered by this
    neglect, and he acquired the habits of a libertine before he arrived at
    an age to be really one. My father tried what effect placing him with a
    master would produce, but he still persisted in the same ill conduct.
    Though I saw him so seldom that it could hardly be said we were
    acquainted. I loved him tenderly, and believe he had as strong an
    affection for me as a youth of his dissipated turn of mind could be
    supposed capable of. One day, I remember, when my father was correcting
    him severely, I threw myself between them, embracing my brother, whom I
    covered with my body, receiving the strokes designed for him; I persisted
    so obstinately in my protection, that either softened by my cries and
    tears, or fearing to hurt me most, his anger subsided, and he pardoned
    his fault. In the end, my brother's conduct became so bad that he
    suddenly disappeared, and we learned some time after that he was in
    Germany, but he never wrote to us, and from that day we heard no news of
    him: thus I became an only son.

    If this poor lad was neglected, it was quite different with his brother,
    for the children of a king could not be treated with more attention and
    tenderness than were bestowed on my infancy, being the darling of the
    family; and what is rather uncommon, though treated as a beloved, never
    a spoiled child; was never permitted, while under paternal inspection,
    to play in the street with other children; never had any occasion to
    contradict or indulge those fantastical humors which are usually
    attributed to nature, but are in reality the effects of an injudicious
    education. I had the faults common to my age, was talkative, a glutton,
    and sometimes a liar, made no scruple of stealing sweetmeats, fruits,
    or, indeed, any kind of eatables; but never took delight in mischievous
    waste, in accusing others, or tormenting harmless animals. I recollect,
    indeed, that one day, while Madam Clot, a neighbor of ours, was gone to
    church, I made water in her kettle: the remembrance even now makes me
    smile, for Madame Clot (though, if you please, a good sort of creature)
    was one of the most tedious grumbling old women I ever knew. Thus have I
    given a brief, but faithful, history of my childish transgressions.

    How could I become cruel or vicious, when I had before my eyes only
    examples of mildness, and was surrounded by some of the best people in
    the world? My father, my aunt, my nurse, my relations, our friends, our
    neighbors, all I had any connection with, did not obey me, it is true,
    but loved me tenderly, and I returned their affection. I found so little
    to excite my desires, and those I had were so seldom contradicted, that I
    was hardly sensible of possessing any, and can solemnly aver I was an
    absolute stranger to caprice until after I had experienced the authority
    of a master.

    Those hours that were not employed in reading or writing with my father,
    or walking with my governess, Jaqueline, I spent with my aunt; and
    whether seeing her embroider, or hearing her sing, whether sitting or
    standing by her side, I was ever happy. Her tenderness and unaffected
    gayety, the charms of her figure and countenance have left such indelible
    impressions on my mind, that her manner, look, and attitude are still
    before my eyes; I recollect a thousand little caressing questions; could
    describe her clothes, her head-dress, nor have the two curls of fine
    black hair which hung on her temples, according to the mode of that time,
    escaped my memory.

    Though my taste, or rather passion, for music, did not show itself until
    a considerable time after, I am fully persuaded it is to her I am
    indebted for it. She knew a great number of songs, which she sung with
    great sweetness and melody. The serenity and cheerfulness which were
    conspicuous in this lovely girl, banished melancholy, and made all round
    her happy.

    The charms of her voice had such an effect on me, that not only several
    of her songs have ever since remained on my memory, but some I have not
    thought of from my infancy, as I grow old, return upon my mind with a
    charm altogether inexpressible. Would any one believe that an old dotard
    like me, worn out with care and infirmity, should sometime surprise
    himself weeping like a child, and in a voice querulous, and broken by
    age, muttering out one of those airs which were the favorites of my
    infancy? There is one song in particular, whose tune I perfectly
    recollect, but the words that compose the latter half of it constantly
    refuse every effort to recall them, though I have a confused idea of the
    rhymes. The beginning, with what I have been able to recollect of the
    remainder, is as follows:

    Tircis, je n'ose
    Ecouter ton Chalumeau
    Sous l'Ormeau;
    Car on en cause
    Deja dans notre hameau.
    ---- ---- -------
    ------ --- un Berger
    s'engager
    sans danger,
    Et toujours l'epine est sons la rose.

    I have endeavored to account for the invincible charm my heart feels on
    the recollection of this fragment, but it is altogether inexplicable.
    I only know, that before I get to the end of it, I always find my voice
    interrupted by tenderness, and my eyes suffused with tears. I have a
    hundred times formed the resolution of writing to Paris for the remainder
    of these words, if any one should chance to know them: but I am almost
    certain the pleasure I take in the recollection would be greatly
    diminished was I assured any one but my poor aunt Susan had sung them.

    Such were my affections on entering this life. Thus began to form and
    demonstrate itself, a heart, at once haughty and tender, a character
    effeminate, yet invincible; which, fluctuating between weakness and
    courage, luxury and virtue, has ever set me in contradiction to myself;
    causing abstinence and enjoyment, pleasure and prudence, equally to shun
    me.

    This course of education was interrupted by an accident, whose
    consequences influenced the rest of my life. My father had a quarrel
    with M. G----, who had a captain's commission in France, and was related
    to several of the Council. This G----, who was an insolent, ungenerous
    man, happening to bleed at the nose, in order to be revenged, accused my
    father of having drawn his sword on him in the city, and in consequence
    of this charge they were about to conduct him to prison. He insisted
    (according to the law of this republic) that the accuser should be
    confined at the same time; and not being able to obtain this, preferred a
    voluntary banishment for the remainder of his life, to giving up a point
    by which he must sacrifice his honor and liberty.

    I remained under the tuition of my uncle Bernard, who was at that time
    employed in the fortifications of Geneva. He had lost his eldest
    daughter, but had a son about my own age, and we were sent together to
    Bossey, to board with the Minister Lambercier. Here we were to learn
    Latin, with all the insignificant trash that has obtained the name of
    education.

    Two years spent in this village softened, in some degree, my Roman
    fierceness, and again reduced me to a state of childhood. At Geneva,
    where nothing was exacted, I loved reading, which was, indeed, my
    principal amusement; but, at Bossey, where application was expected,
    I was fond of play as a relaxation. The country was so new, so charming
    in my idea, that it seemed impossible to find satiety in its enjoyments,
    and I conceived a passion for rural life, which time has not been able to
    extinguish; nor have I ever ceased to regret the pure and tranquil
    pleasures I enjoyed at this place in my childhood; the remembrance having
    followed me through every age, even to that in which I am hastening again
    towards it.

    M. Lambercier was a worthy, sensible man, who, without neglecting our
    instruction, never made our acquisitions burthensome, or tasks tedious.
    What convinces me of the rectitude of his method is, that notwithstanding
    my extreme aversion to restraint, the recollection of my studies is never
    attended with disgust; and, if my improvement was trivial, it was
    obtained with ease, and has never escaped memory.

    The simplicity of this rural life was of infinite advantage in opening my
    heart to the reception of true friendship. The sentiments I had hitherto
    formed on this subject were extremely elevated, but altogether imaginary.
    The habit of living in this peaceful manner soon united me tenderly to my
    cousin Bernard; my affection was more ardent than that I had felt for my
    brother, nor has time ever been able to efface it. He was a tall, lank,
    weakly boy, with a mind as mild as his body was feeble, and who did not
    wrong the good opinion they were disposed to entertain for the son of my
    guardian. Our studies, amusements, and tasks, were the same; we were
    alone; each wanted a playmate; to separate would in some measure, have
    been to annihilate us. Though we had not many opportunities of
    demonstrating our attachment to each other, it was certainly extreme; and
    so far from enduring the thought of separation, we could not even form an
    idea that we should ever be able to submit to it. Each of a disposition
    to be won by kindness, and complaisant, when not soured by contradiction,
    we agreed in every particular. If, by the favor of those who governed us
    he had the ascendant while in their presence, I was sure to acquire it
    when we were alone, and this preserved the equilibrium so necessary in
    friendship. If he hesitated in repeating his task, I prompted him; when
    my exercises were finished, I helped to write his; and, in our
    amusements, my disposition being most active, ever had the lead. In a
    word, our characters accorded so well, and the friendship that subsisted
    between us was so cordial, that during the five years we were at Bossey
    and Geneva we were inseparable: we often fought, it is true, but there
    never was any occasion to separate us. No one of our quarrels lasted
    more than a quarter of an hour, and never in our lives did we make any
    complaint of each other. It may be said, these remarks are frivolous;
    but, perhaps, a similiar example among children can hardly be produced.

    The manner in which I passed my time at Bossey was so agreeable to my
    disposition, that it only required a longer duration absolutely to have
    fixed my character, which would have had only peaceable, affectionate,
    benevolent sentiments for its basis. I believe no individual of our kind
    ever possessed less natural vanity than myself. At intervals, by an
    extraordinary effort, I arrived at sublime ideas, but presently sunk
    again into my original languor. To be loved by every one who knew me was
    my most ardent wish. I was naturally mild, my cousin was equally so, and
    those who had the care of us were of similiar dispositions. Everything
    contributed to strengthen those propensities which nature had implanted
    in my breast, and during the two years I was neither the victim nor
    witness of any violent emotions.

    I knew nothing so delightful as to see every one content, not only with
    me, but all that concerned them. When repeating our catechism at church,
    nothing could give me greater vexation, on being obliged to hesitate,
    than to see Miss Lambercier's countenance express disapprobation and
    uneasiness. This alone was more afflicting to me than the shame of
    faltering before so many witnesses, which, notwithstanding, was
    sufficiently painful; for though not oversolicitous of praise, I was
    feelingly alive to shame; yet I can truly affirm, the dread of being
    reprimanded by Miss Lambercier alarmed me less than the thought of making
    her uneasy.

    Neither she nor her brother were deficient in a reasonable severity, but
    as this was scarce ever exerted without just cause, I was more afflicted
    at their disapprobation than the punishment. Certainly the method of
    treating youth would be altered if the distant effects, this
    indiscriminate, and frequently indiscreet method produces, were more
    conspicuous. I would willingly excuse myself from a further explanation,
    did not the lesson this example conveys (which points out an evil as
    frequent as it is pernicious) forbid my silence.

    As Miss Lambercier felt a mother's affection, she sometimes exerted a
    mother's authority, even to inflicting on us when we deserved it, the
    punishment of infants. She had often threatened it, and this threat of a
    treatment entirely new, appeared to me extremely dreadful; but I found
    the reality much less terrible than the idea, and what is still more
    unaccountable, this punishment increased my affection for the person who
    had inflicted it. All this affection, aided by my natural mildness, was
    scarcely sufficient to prevent my seeking, by fresh offences, a return of
    the same chastisement; for a degree of sensuality had mingled with the
    smart and shame, which left more desire than fear of a repetition. I was
    well convinced the same discipline from her brother would have produced a
    quite contrary effect; but from a man of his disposition this was not
    probable, and if I abstained from meriting correction it was merely from
    a fear of offending Miss Lambercier, for benevolence, aided by the
    passions, has ever maintained an empire over me which has given law to my
    heart.

    This event, which, though desirable, I had not endeavored to accelerate,
    arrived without my fault; I should say, without my seeking; and I
    profited by it with a safe conscience; but this second, was also the last
    time, for Miss Lambercier, who doubtless had some reason to imagine this
    chastisement did not produce the desired effect, declared it was too
    fatiguing, and that she renounced it for the future. Till now we had
    slept in her chamber, and during the winter, even in her bed; but two
    days after another room was prepared for us, and from that moment I had
    the honor (which I could very well have dispensed with) of being treated
    by her as a great boy.

    Who would believe this childish discipline, received at eight years old,
    from the hands of a woman of thirty, should influence my propensities,
    my desires, my passions, for the rest of my life, and that in quite a
    contrary sense from what might naturally have been expected? The very
    incident that inflamed my senses, gave my desires such an extraordinary
    turn, that, confined to what I had already experienced, I sought no
    further, and, with blood boiling with sensuality, almost from my birth,
    preserved my purity beyond the age when the coldest constitutions lose
    their insensibility; long tormented, without knowing by what, I gazed on
    every handsome woman with delight; imagination incessantly brought their
    charms to my remembrance, only to transform them into so many Miss
    Lamberciers.

    If ever education was perfectly chaste, it was certainly that I received;
    my three aunts were not only of exemplary prudence, but maintained a
    degree of modest reserve which women have long since thought unnecessary.
    My father, it is true, loved pleasure, but his gallantry was rather of
    the last than the present century, and he never expressed his affection
    for any woman he regarded in terms a virgin could have blushed at;
    indeed, it was impossible more attention should be paid to that regard we
    owe the morals of children than was uniformly observed by every one I had
    any concern with. An equal degree of reserve in this particular was
    observed at M. Lambercier's, where a good maid-servant was discharged for
    having once made use of an expression before us which was thought to
    contain some degree of indelicacy. I had no precise idea of the ultimate
    effect of the passions, but the conception I had formed was extremely
    disgusting; I entertained a particular aversion for courtesans, nor could
    I look on a rake without a degree of disdain mingled with terror.

    These prejudices of education, proper in themselves to retard the first
    explosions of a combustible constitution, were strengthened, as I have
    already hinted, by the effect the first moments of sensuality produced in
    me, for notwithstanding the troublesome ebullition of my blood, I was
    satisfied with the species of voluptuousness I had already been
    acquainted with, and sought no further.

    Thus I passed the age of puberty, with a constitution extremely ardent,
    without knowing or even wishing for any other gratification of the
    passions than what Miss Lambercier had innocently given me an idea of;
    and when I became a man, that childish taste, instead of vanishing, only
    associated with the other. This folly, joined to a natural timidity, has
    always prevented my being very enterprising with women, so that I have
    passed my days in languishing in silence for those I most admired,
    without daring to disclose my wishes.

    To fall at the feet of an imperious mistress, obey her mandates, or
    implore pardon, were for me the most exquisite enjoyments, and the more
    my blood was inflamed by the efforts of a lively imagination the more I
    acquired the appearance of a whining lover.

    It will be readily conceived that this mode of making love is not
    attended with a rapid progress or imminent danger to the virtue of its
    object; yet, though I have few favors to boast of, I have not been
    excluded from enjoyment, however imaginary. Thus the senses, in
    concurrence with a mind equally timid and romantic, have preserved my
    moral chaste, and feelings uncorrupted, with precisely the same
    inclinations, which, seconded with a moderate portion of effrontery,
    might have plunged me into the most unwarrantable excesses.

    I have made the first, most difficult step, in the obscure and painful
    maze of my Confessions. We never feel so great a degree of repugnance in
    divulging what is really criminal, as what is merely ridiculous. I am
    now assured of my resolution, for after what I have dared disclose,
    nothing can have power to deter me. The difficulty attending these
    acknowledgments will be readily conceived, when I declare, that during
    the whole of my life, though frequently laboring under the most violent
    agitation, being hurried away with the impetuosity of a passion which
    (when in company with those I loved) deprived me of the faculty of sight
    and hearing, I could never, in the course of the most unbounded
    familiarity, acquire sufficient resolution to declare my folly, and
    implore the only favor that remained to bestow.

    In thus investigating the first traces of my sensible existence, I find
    elements, which, though seemingly incompatible, have united to produce a
    simple and uniform effect; while others, apparently the same, have, by
    the concurrence of certain circumstances, formed such different
    combinations, that it would never be imagined they had any affinity; who
    would believe, for example, that one of the most vigorous springs of my
    soul was tempered in the identical source from whence luxury and ease
    mingled with my constitution and circulated in my veins? Before I quit
    this subject, I will add a striking instance of the different effects
    they produced.

    One day, while I was studying in a chamber contiguous to the kitchen, the
    maid set some of Miss Lambercier's combs to dry by the fire, and on
    coming to fetch them some time after, was surprised to find the teeth of
    one of them broken off. Who could be suspected of this mischief? No one
    but myself had entered the room: I was questioned, but denied having any
    knowledge of it. Mr. and Miss Lambercier consult, exhort, threaten, but
    all to no purpose; I obstinately persist in the denial; and, though this
    was the first time I had been detected in a confirmed falsehood,
    appearances were so strong that they overthrew all my protestations.
    This affair was thought serious; the mischief, the lie, the obstinacy,
    were considered equally deserving of punishment, which was not now to be
    administered by Miss Lambercier. My uncle Bernard was written to; he
    arrived; and my poor cousin being charged with a crime no less serious,
    we were conducted to the same execution, which was inflicted with great
    severity. If finding a remedy in the evil itself, they had sought ever
    to allay my depraved desires, they could not have chosen a shorter method
    to accomplish their designs, and, I can assure my readers, I was for a
    long time freed from the dominion of them.

    As this severity could not draw from me the expected acknowledgment,
    which obstinacy brought on several repetitions, and reduced me to a
    deplorable situation, yet I was immovable, and resolutely determined to
    suffer death rather than submit. Force, at length, was obliged to yield
    to the diabolical infatuation of a child, for no better name was bestowed
    on my constancy, and I came out of this dreadful trial, torn, it is true,
    but triumphant. Fifty years have expired since this adventure--the fear
    of punishment is no more. Well, then, I aver, in the face of Heaven, I
    was absolutely innocent: and, so far from breaking, or even touching the
    comb, never came near the fire. It will be asked, how did this mischief
    happen? I can form no conception of it, I only know my own innocence.

    Let any one figure to himself a character whose leading traits were
    docility and timidity, but haughty, ardent, and invincible, in its
    passions; a child, hitherto governed by the voice of reason, treated with
    mildness, equity, and complaisance, who could not even support the idea
    of injustice, experiencing, for the first time, so violent an instance of
    it, inflicted by those he most loved and respected. What perversion of
    ideas! What confusion in the heart, the brain, in all my little being,
    intelligent and moral!--let any one, I say, if possible, imagine all
    this, for I am incapable of giving the least idea of what passed in my
    mind at that period.

    My reason was not sufficiently established to enable me to put myself in
    the place of others, and judge how much appearances condemned me, I only
    beheld the rigor of a dreadful chastisement, inflicted for a crime I had
    not committed; yet I can truly affirm, the smart I suffered, though
    violent, was inconsiderable compared to what I felt from indignation,
    rage, and despair. My cousin, who was almost in similar circumstances,
    having been punished for an involuntary fault as guilty of a premediated
    crime, became furious by my example. Both in the same bed, we embraced
    each other with convulsive transport; we were almost suffocated; and when
    our young hearts found sufficient relief to breathe out our indigination,
    we sat up in the bed, and with all our force, repeated a hundred times,
    Carnifex! Carnifex! Carnifex! executioner, tormentor.

    Even while I write this I feel my pulse quicken, and should I live a
    hundred thousand years, the agitation of that moment would still be fresh
    in my memory. The first instance of violence and oppression is so deeply
    engraved on my soul, that every relative idea renews my emotion: the
    sentiment of indignation, which in its origin had reference only to
    myself, has acquired such strength, and is at present so completely
    detached from personal motives, that my heart is as much inflamed at the
    sight or relation of any act of injustice (whatever may be the object, or
    wheresoever it may be perpetrated) as if I was the immediate sufferer.
    When I read the history of a merciless tyrant, or the dark and the subtle
    machination of a knavish designing priest, I could on the instant set off
    to stab the miscreants, though I was certain to perish in the attempt.

    I have frequently fatigued myself by running after and stoning a cock, a
    cow, a dog, or any animal I saw tormenting another, only because it was
    conscious of possessing superior strength. This may be natural to me,
    and I am inclined to believe it is, though the lively impression of the
    first injustice I became the victim of was too long and too powerfully
    remembered not to have added considerable force to it.

    This occurrence terminated my infantine serenity; from that moment I
    ceased to enjoy a pure unadulterated happiness, and on a retrospection of
    the pleasure of my childhood, I yet feel they ended here. We continue at
    Bossey some months after this event, but were like our first parents in
    the Garden of Eden after they had lost their innocence; in appearance our
    situation was the same, in effect it was totally different.

    Affection, respect; intimacy, confidence, no longer attached the pupils
    to their guides; we beheld them no longer as divinities, who could read
    the secrets of our hearts; we were less ashamed of committing faults,
    more afraid of being accused of them: we learned to dissemble, to rebel,
    to lie: all the vices common to our years began to corrupt our happy
    innocence, mingle with our sports, and embitter our amusements. The
    country itself, losing those sweet and simple charms which captivate the
    heart, appeared a gloomy desert, or covered with a veil that concealed
    its beauties. We cultivated our little gardens no more: our flowers were
    neglected. We no longer scratched away the mould, and broke out into
    exclamations of delight, on discovering that the grain we had sown began
    to shoot. We were disgusted with our situation; our preceptors were
    weary of us. In a word, my uncle wrote for our return, and we left Mr.
    and Miss Lambercier without feeling any regret at the separation.

    Near thirty years passed away from my leaving Bossey, without once
    recalling the place to my mind with any degree of satisfaction; but after
    having passed the prime of life, as I decline into old age (while more
    recent occurrences are wearing out apace) I feel these remembrances
    revive and imprint themselves on my heart, with a force and charm that
    every day acquires fresh strength; as if, feeling life fleet from me,
    I endeavored to catch it again by its commencement. The most trifling
    incident of those happy days delight me, for no other reason than being
    of those days. I recall every circumstance of time, place, and persons;
    I see the maid or footman busy in the chamber, a swallow entering the
    window, a fly settling on my hand while repeating my lessons. I see the
    whole economy of the apartment; on the right hand Mr. Lambercier's
    closet, with a print representing all the popes, a barometer, a large
    almanac, the windows of the house (which stood in a hollow at the bottom
    of the garden) shaded by raspberry shrubs, whose shoots sometimes found
    entrance; I am sensible the reader has no occasion to know all this, but
    I feel a kind of necessity for relating it. Why am I not permitted to
    recount all the little anecdotes of that thrice happy age, at the
    recollection of whose joys I ever tremble with delight? Five or six
    particularly--let us compromise the matter--I will give up five, but
    then I must have one, and only one, provided I may draw it out to its
    utmost length, in order to prolong my satisfaction.

    If I only sought yours, I should choose that of Miss Lambercier's
    backside, which by an unlucky fall at the bottom of the meadow, was
    exposed to the view of the King of Sardinia, who happened to be passing
    by; but that of the walnut tree on the terrace is more amusing to me,
    since here I was an actor, whereas, in the abovementioned scene I was
    only a spectator; and I must confess I see nothing that should occasion
    risibility in an accident, which, however laughable in itself, alarmed me
    for a person I loved as a mother, or perhaps something more.

    Ye curious readers, whose expectations are already on the stretch for the
    noble history of the terrace, listen to the tragedy, and abstain from
    trembling, if you can, at the horrible catastrophe!

    At the outside of the courtyard door, on the left hand, was a terrace;
    here they often sat after dinner; but it was subject to one
    inconvenience, being too much exposed to the rays of the sun; to obviate
    this defect, Mr. Lambercier had a walnut tree set there, the planting of
    which was attended with great solemnity. The two boarders were
    godfathers, and while the earth was replacing round the root, each held
    the tree with one hand, singing songs of triumph. In order to water it
    with more effect, they formed a kind of luson around its foot: myself and
    cousin, who were every day ardent spectators of this watering, confirmed
    each other in the very natural idea that it was nobler to plant trees on
    the terrace than colors on a breach, and this glory we were resolved to
    procure without dividing it with any one.

    In pursuance of this resolution, we cut a slip off a willow, and planted
    it on the terrace, at about eight or ten feet distance from the august
    walnut tree. We did not forget to make a hollow round it, but the
    difficulty was how to procure a supply of water, which was brought from a
    considerable distance, and we not permitted to fetch it: but water was
    absolutely necessary for our willow, and we made use of every stratagem
    to obtain it.

    For a few days everything succeeded so well that it began to bud, and
    throw out small leaves, which we hourly measured convinced (tho' now
    scarce a foot from the ground) it would soon afford us a refreshing
    shade. This unfortunate willow, by engrossing our whole time, rendered
    us incapable of application to any other study, and the cause of our
    inattention not being known, we were kept closer than before. The fatal
    moment approached when water must fail, and we were already afflicted
    with the idea that our tree must perish with drought. At length
    necessity, the parent of industry, suggested an invention, by which we
    might save our tree from death, and ourselves from despair; it was to
    make a furrow underground, which would privately conduct a part of the
    water from the walnut tree to our willow. This undertaking was executed
    with ardor, but did not immediately succeed--our descent was not
    skilfully planned--the water did not run, the earth falling in and
    stopping up the furrow; yet, though all went contrary, nothing
    discouraged us, 'omnia vincit labor improbus'. We made the bason deeper,
    to give the water a more sensible descent; we cut the bottom of a box
    into narrow planks; increased the channel from the walnut tree to our
    willow and laying a row flat at the bottom, set two others inclining
    towards each other, so as to form a triangular channel; we formed a kind
    of grating with small sticks at the end next the walnut tree, to prevent
    the earth and stones from stopping it up, and having carefully covered
    our work with well--trodden earth, in a transport of hope and fear
    attended the hour of watering. After an interval, which seemed an age of
    expectation, this hour arrived. Mr. Lambercier, as usual, assisted at
    the operation; we contrived to get between him and our tree, towards
    which he fortunately turned his back. They no sooner began to pour the
    first pail of water, than we perceived it running to the willow; this
    sight was too much for our prudence, and we involuntarily expressed our
    transport by a shout of joy. The sudden exclamation made Mr. Lambercier
    turn about, though at that instant he was delighted to observe how
    greedily the earth, which surrounded the root of his walnut tree, imbibed
    the water. Surprised at seeing two trenches partake of it, he shouted in
    his turn, examines, perceives the roguery, and, sending instantly for a
    pick axe, at one fatal blow makes two or three of our planks fly, crying
    out meantime with all his strength, an aqueduct! an aqueduct! His
    strokes redoubled, every one of which made an impression on our hearts;
    in a moment the planks, the channel, the bason, even our favorite willow,
    all were ploughed up, nor was one word pronounced during this terrible
    transaction, except the above mentioned exclamation. An aqueduct!
    repeated he, while destroying all our hopes, an aqueduct! an aqueduct!

    It maybe supposed this adventure had a still more melancholy end for the
    young architects; this, however, was not the case; the affair ended here.
    Mr. Lambercier never reproached us on this account, nor was his
    countenance clouded with a frown; we even heard him mention the
    circumstance to his sister with loud bursts of laughter. The laugh of
    Mr. Lambercier might be heard to a considerable distance. But what is
    still more surprising after the first transport of sorrow had subsided,
    we did not find ourselves violently afflicted; we planted a tree in
    another spot, and frequently recollected the catastrophe of the former,
    repeating with a significant emphasis, an aqueduct! an aqueduct!
    Till then, at intervals, I had fits of ambition, and could fancy myself
    Brutus or Aristides, but this was the first visible effect of my vanity.
    To have constructed an aqueduct with our own hands, to have set a slip of
    willow in competition with a flourishing tree, appeared to me a supreme
    degree of glory! I had a juster conception of it at ten than Caesar
    entertained at thirty.

    The idea of this walnut tree, with the little anecdotes it gave rise to,
    have so well continued, or returned to my memory, that the design which
    conveyed the most pleasing sensations, during my journey to Geneva, in
    the year 1754, was visiting Bossey, and reviewing the monuments of my
    infantine amusement, above all, the beloved walnut tree, whose age at
    that time must have been verging on a third of a century, but I was so
    beset with company that I could not find a moment to accomplish my
    design. There is little appearance now of the occasion being renewed;
    but should I ever return to that charming spot, and find my favorite
    walnut tree still existing, I am convinced I should water it with my
    tears.

    On my return to Geneva, I passed two or three years at my uncle's,
    expecting the determination of my friends respecting my future
    establishment. His own son being devoted to genius, was taught drawing,
    and instructed by his father in the elements of Euclid; I partook of
    these instructions, but was principally fond of drawing. Meantime, they
    were irresolute, whether to make me a watchmaker, a lawyer, or a
    minister. I should have preferred being a minister, as I thought it must
    be a charming thing to preach, but the trifling income which had been my
    mother's, and was to be divided between my brother and myself, was too
    inconsiderable to defray the expense attending the prosecution of my
    studies. As my age did not render the choice very pressing, I remained
    with my uncle, passing my time with very little improvement, and paying
    pretty dear, though not unreasonably, for my board.

    My uncle, like my father, was a man of pleasure, but had not learned,
    like him, to abridge his amusements for the sake of instructing his
    family, consequently our education was neglected. My aunt was a devotee,
    who loved singing psalms better than thinking of our improvement, so that
    we were left entirely to ourselves, which liberty we never abused.

    Ever inseparable, we were all the world to each other; and, feeling no
    inclination to frequent the company of a number of disorderly lads of our
    own age, we learned none of those habits of libertinism to which our idle
    life exposed us. Perhaps I am wrong in charging myself and cousin with
    idleness at this time, for, in our lives, we were never less so; and what
    was extremely fortunate, so incessantly occupied with our amusements,
    that we found no temptation to spend any part of our time in the streets.
    We made cages, pipes, kites, drums, houses, ships, and bows; spoiled the
    tools of my good old grandfather by endeavoring to make watches in
    imitation of him; but our favorite amusement was wasting paper, in
    drawing, washing, coloring, etc. There came an Italian mountebank to
    Geneva, called Gamber-Corta, who had an exhibition of puppets, that he
    made play a kind of comedy. We went once to see them, but could not
    spare time to go again, being busily employed in making puppets of our
    own and inventing comedies, which we immediately set about making them
    perform, mimicking to the best of our abilities the uncouth voice of
    Punch; and, to complete the business, my good aunt and uncle Bernard had
    the patience to see and listen to our imitations; but my uncle, having
    one day read an elaborate discourse to his family, we instantly gave up
    our comedies, and began composing sermons.

    These details, I confess, are not very amusing, but they serve to
    demonstrate that the former part of our education was well directed,
    since being, at such an early age, the absolute masters of our time,
    we found no inclination to abuse it; and so little in want of other
    companions, that we constantly neglected every occasion of seeking them.
    When taking our walks together, we observed their diversions without
    feeling any inclination to partake of them. Friendship so entirely
    occupied our hearts, that, pleased with each other's company the simplest
    pastimes were sufficient to delight us.

    We were soon remarked for being thus inseparable: and what rendered us
    more conspicuous, my cousin was very tall, myself extremely short, so
    that we exhibited a very whimsical contrast. This meagre figure, small,
    sallow countenance, heavy air, and supine gait, excited the ridicule of
    the children, who, in the gibberish of the country, nicknamed him 'Barna
    Bredanna'; and we no sooner got out of doors than our ears were assailed
    with a repetition of "Barna Bredanna." He bore this indignity with
    tolerable patience, but I was instantly for fighting. This was what the
    young rogues aimed at. I engaged accordingly, and was beat. My poor
    cousin did all in his power to assist me, but he was weak, and a single
    stroke brought him to the ground. I then became furious, and received
    several smart blows, some of which were aimed at 'Barna Bredanna'. This
    quarrel so far increased the evil, that, to avoid their insults, we could
    only show ourselves in the streets while they were employed at school.

    I had already become a redresser of grievances; there only wanted a lady
    in the way to be a knight-errant in form. This defect was soon supplied;
    I presently had two. I frequently went to see my father at Nion, a small
    city in the Vaudois country, where he was now settled. Being universally
    respected, the affection entertained for him extended to me: and, during
    my visits, the question seemed to be, who should show me most kindness.
    A Madame de Vulson, in particular, loaded me with caresses; and, to
    complete all, her daughter made me her gallant. I need not explain what
    kind of gallant a boy of eleven must be to a girl of two and twenty; the
    artful hussies know how to set these puppets up in front, to conceal more
    serious engagements. On my part I saw no inequality between myself and
    Miss Vulson, was flattered by the circumstance, and went into it with my
    whole heart, or rather my whole head, for this passion certainly reached
    no further, though it transported me almost to madness, and frequently
    produced scenes sufficient to make even a cynic expire with laughter.

    I have experienced two kinds of love, equally real, which have scarce any
    affinity, yet each differing materially from tender friendship. My whole
    life has been divided between these affections, and I have frequently
    felt the power of both at the same instant. For example, at the very
    time I so publically and tyrannically claimed Miss Vulson, that I could
    not suffer any other of my sex to approach her, I had short, but
    passionate, assignations with a Miss Goton, who thought proper to act the
    schoolmistress with me. Our meetings, though absolutely childish,
    afforded me the height of happiness. I felt the whole charm of mystery,
    and repaid Miss Vulson in kind, when she least expected it, the use she
    made of me in concealing her amours. To my great mortification, this
    secret was soon discovered, and I presently lost my young schoolmistress.

    Miss Goton was, in fact, a singular personage. She was not handsome,
    yet there was a certain something in her figure which could not easily
    be forgotten, and this for an old fool, I am too often convinced of.
    Her eyes, in particular, neither corresponded with her age, her height,
    nor her manner; she had a lofty imposing air, which agreed extremely well
    with the character she assumed, but the most extraordinary part of her
    composition was a mixture of forwardness and reserve difficult to be
    conceived; and while she took the greatest liberties with me, would never
    permit any to be taken with her in return, treating me precisely like a
    child. This makes me suppose she had either ceased herself to be one,
    or was yet sufficiently so to behold us play the danger to which this
    folly exposed her.

    I was so absolutely in the power of both these mistresses, that when in
    the presence of either, I never thought of her who was absent; in other
    respects, the effects they produced on me bore no affinity. I could have
    passed my whole life with Miss Vulson, without forming a wish to quit
    her; but then, my satisfaction was attended with a pleasing serenity;
    and, in numerous companies, I was particularly charmed with her. The
    sprightly sallies of her wit, the arch glance of her eye, even jealousy
    itself, strengthened my attachment, and I triumphed in the preference she
    seemed to bestow on me, while addressed by more powerful rivals;
    applause, encouragement, and smiles, gave animation to my happiness.
    Surrounded by a throng of observers, I felt the whole force of love--I
    was passionate, transported; in a tete-a-tete, I should have been
    constrained, thoughtful, perhaps unhappy. If Miss Vulson was ill, I
    suffered with her; would willingly have given up my own health to
    establish hers (and, observe I knew the want of it from experience); if
    absent, she employed my thoughts, I felt the want of her; when present,
    her caresses came with warmth and rapture to my heart, though my senses
    were unaffected. The familiarities she bestowed on me I could not have
    supported the idea of her granting to another; I loved her with a
    brother's affection only, but experienced all the jealousy of a lover.

    With Miss Goton this passion might have acquired a degree of fury; I
    should have been a Turk, a tiger, had I once imagined she bestowed her
    favors on any but myself. The pleasure I felt on approaching Miss Vulson
    was sufficiently ardent, though unattended with uneasy sensations; but at
    sight of Miss Goton, I felt myself bewildered--every sense was absorbed
    in ecstasy. I believe it would have been impossible to have remained
    long with her; I must have been suffocated with the violence of my
    palpitations. I equally dreaded giving either of them displeasure; with
    one I was more complaisant; with the other, more submissive. I would not
    have offended Miss Vulson for the world; but if Miss Goton had commanded
    me to throw myself into the flames, I think I should have instantly
    obeyed her. Happily, both for her and myself, our amours; or rather
    rendezvous, were not of long duration: and though my connection with Miss
    Vulson was less dangerous, after a continuance of some greater length,
    that likewise had its catastrophe; indeed the termination of a love
    affair is good for nothing, unless it partakes of the romantic, and can
    furnish out at least an exclamation.

    Though my correspondence with Miss Vulson was less animated, it was
    perhaps more endearing; we never separated without tears, and it can
    hardly be conceived what a void I felt in my heart. I could neither
    think nor speak of anything but her. These romantic sorrows were not
    affected, though I am inclined to believe they did not absolutely centre
    in her, for I am persuaded (though I did not perceive it at that time)
    being deprived of amusement bore a considerable share in them.

    To soften the rigor of absence, we agreed to correspond with each other,
    and the pathetic expressions these letters contained were sufficient to
    have split a rock. In a word, I had the honor of her not being able to
    endure the pain of separation. She came to see me at Geneva.

    My head was now completely turned; and during the two days she remained
    here, I was intoxicated with delight. At her departure, I would have
    thrown myself into the water after her, and absolutely rent the air with
    my cries. The week following she sent me sweetmeats, gloves, etc. This
    certainly would have appeared extremely gallant, had I not been informed
    of her marriage at the same instant, and that the journey I had thought
    proper to give myself the honor of, was only to buy her wedding suit.

    My indignation may easily be conceived; I shall not attempt to describe
    it. In this heroic fury, I swore never more to see the perfidious girl,
    supposing it the greatest punishment that could be inflicted on her.
    This, however, did not occasion her death, for twenty years after, while
    on a visit to my father, being on the lake, I asked who those ladies were
    in a boat not far from ours. "What!" said my father smiling, "does not
    your heart inform you? It is your former flame, it is Madame Christin,
    or, if you please, Miss Vulson." I started at the almost forgotten name,
    and instantly ordered the waterman to turn off, not judging it worth
    while to be perjured, however favorable the opportunity for revenge, in
    renewing a dispute of twenty years past, with a woman of forty.

    Thus, before my future destination was determined, did I fool away the
    most precious moments of my youth. After deliberating a long time on the
    bent of my natural inclination, they resolved to dispose of me in a
    manner the most repugnant to them. I was sent to Mr. Masseron, the City
    Register, to learn (according to the expression of my uncle Bernard) the
    thriving occupation of a scraper. This nickname was inconceivably
    displeasing to me, and I promised myself but little satisfaction in the
    prospect of heaping up money by a mean employment. The assiduity and
    subjection required, completed my disgust, and I never set foot in the
    office without feeling a kind of horror, which every day gained fresh
    strength.

    Mr. Masseron, who was not better pleased with my abilities than I was
    with the employment, treated me with disdain, incessantly upbraiding me
    with being a fool and blockhead, not forgetting to repeat, that my uncle
    had assured him I was a knowing one, though he could not find that I knew
    anything. That he had promised to furnish him with a sprightly boy, but
    had, in truth, sent him an ass. To conclude, I was turned out of the
    registry, with the additional ignominy of being pronounced a fool by all
    Mr. Masseron's clerks, and fit only to handle a file.

    My vocation thus determined, I was bound apprentice; not, however, to a
    watchmaker, but to an engraver, and I had been so completely humiliated
    by the contempt of the register, that I submitted without a murmur. My
    master, whose name was M. Ducommon, was a young man of a very violent and
    boorish character, who contrived in a short time to tarnish all the
    amiable qualities of my childhood, to stupefy a disposition naturally
    sprightly, and reduce my feelings, as well as my condition, to an
    absolute state of servitude. I forgot my Latin, history, and
    antiquities; I could hardly recollect whether such people as Romans ever
    existed. When I visited my father, he no longer beheld his idol, nor
    could the ladies recognize the gallant Jean Jacques; nay, I was so well
    convinced that Mr. and Miss Lambercier would scarce receive me as their
    pupil, that I endeavored to avoid their company, and from that time have
    never seen them. The vilest inclinations, the basest actions, succeeded
    my amiable amusements and even obliterated the very remembrance of them.
    I must have had, in spite of my good education, a great propensity to
    degenerate, else the declension could not have followed with such ease
    and rapidity, for never did so promising a Caesar so quickly become a
    Laradon.

    The art itself did not displease me. I had a lively taste for drawing.
    There was nothing displeasing in the exercise of the graver; and as it
    required no very extraordinary abilities to attain perfection as a
    watchcase engraver, I hoped to arrive at it. Perhaps I should have
    accomplished my design, if unreasonable restraint, added to the brutality
    of my master, had not rendered my business disgusting. I wasted his
    time, and employed myself in engraving medals, which served me and my
    companions as a kind of insignia for a new invented order of chivalry,
    and though this differed very little from my usual employ, I considered
    it as a relaxation. Unfortunately, my master caught me at this
    contraband labor, and a severe beating was the consequence. He
    reproached me at the same time with attempting to make counterfeit money
    because our medals bore the arms of the Republic, though, I can truly
    aver, I had no conception of false money, and very little of the true,
    knowing better how to make a Roman As than one of our threepenny pieces.

    My master's tyranny rendered insupportable that labor I should otherwise
    have loved, and drove me to vices I naturally despised, such as
    falsehood, idleness, and theft. Nothing ever gave me a clearer
    demonstration of the difference between filial dependence and abject
    slavery, than the remembrance of the change produced in me at that
    period. Hitherto I had enjoyed a reasonable liberty; this I had suddenly
    lost. I was enterprising at my father's, free at Mr. Lambercier's,
    discreet at my uncle's; but, with my master, I became fearful, and from
    that moment my mind was vitiated. Accustomed to live on terms of perfect
    equality, to be witness of no pleasures I could not command, to see no
    dish I was not to partake of, or be sensible of a desire I might not
    express; to be able to bring every wish of my heart to my lips--what a
    transition!--at my master's I was scarce allowed to speak, was forced to
    quit the table without tasting what I most longed for, and the room when
    I had nothing particular to do there; was incessantly confined to my
    work, while the liberty my master and his journeymen enjoyed, served only
    to increase the weight of my subjection. When disputes happened to
    arise, though conscious that I understood the subject better than any of
    them, I dared not offer my opinion; in a word, everything I saw became an
    object of desire, for no other reason than because I was not permitted to
    enjoy anything. Farewell gayety, ease, those happy turns of expressions,
    which formerly even made my faults escape correction. I recollect, with
    pleasure, a circumstance that happened at my father's, which even now
    makes me smile. Being for some fault ordered to bed without my supper,
    as I was passing through the kitchen, with my poor morsel of bread in my
    hand, I saw the meat turning on the spit; my father and the rest were
    round the fire; I must bow to every one as I passed. When I had gone
    through this ceremony, leering with a wistful eye at the roast meat,
    which looked so inviting, and smelt so savory, I could not abstain from
    making that a bow likewise, adding in a pitiful tone, good bye, roast
    meal! This unpremeditated pleasantry put them in such good humor, that I
    was permitted to stay, and partake of it. Perhaps the same thing might
    have produced a similar effect at my master's, but such a thought could
    never have occurred to me, or, if it had, I should not have had courage
    to express it.

    Thus I learned to covet, dissemble, lie, and, at length, to steal, a
    propensity I never felt the least idea of before, though since that time
    I have never been able entirely to divest myself of it. Desire and
    inability united naturally led to this vice, which is the reason
    pilfering is so common among footmen and apprentices, though the latter,
    as they grow up, and find themselves in a situation where everything is
    at their command, lose this shameful propensity. As I never experienced
    the advantage, I never enjoyed the benefit.

    Good sentiments, ill-directed, frequently lead children into vice.
    Notwithstanding my continual wants and temptations, it was more than a
    year before I could resolve to take even eatables. My first theft was
    occasioned by complaisance, but it was productive of others which had not
    so plausible an excuse.

    My master had a journeyman named Verrat, whose mother lived in the
    neighborhood, and had a garden at a considerable distance from the house,
    which produced excellent asparagus. This Verrat, who had no great plenty
    of money, took it in his head to rob her of the most early production of
    her garden, and by the sale of it procure those indulgences he could not
    otherwise afford himself; but not being very nimble, he did not care to
    run the hazard of a surprise. After some preliminary flattery, which I
    did not comprehend the meaning of, he proposed this expedition to me, as
    an idea which had that moment struck him. At first I would not listen to
    the proposal; but he persisted in his solicitation, and as I could never
    resist the attacks of flattery, at length prevailed. In pursuance of
    this virtuous resolution, I every morning repaired to the garden,
    gathered the best of the asparagus, and took it to the Holard where some
    good old women, who guessed how I came by it, wishing to diminish the
    price, made no secret of their suspicions; this produced the desired
    effect, for, being alarmed, I took whatever they offered, which being
    taken to Mr. Verrat, was presently metamorphosed into a breakfast, and
    divided with a companion of his; for, though I procured it, I never
    partook of their good cheer, being fully satisfied with an inconsiderable
    bribe.

    I executed my roguery with the greatest fidelity, seeking only to please
    my employer; and several days passed before it came into my head, to rob
    the robber, and tithe Mr. Verrat's harvest. I never considered the
    hazard I run in these expeditions, not only of a torrent of abuse, but
    what I should have been still more sensible of, a hearty beating; for the
    miscreant, who received the whole benefit, would certainly have denied
    all knowledge of the fact, and I should only have received a double
    portion of punishment for daring to accuse him, since being only an
    apprentice, I stood no chance of being believed in opposition to a
    journeyman. Thus, in every situation, powerful rogues know how to save
    themselves at the expense of the feeble.

    This practice taught me it was not so terrible to thieve as I had
    imagined: I took care to make this discovery turn to some account,
    helping myself to everything within my reach, that I conceived an
    inclination for. I was not absolutely ill-fed at my master's, and
    temperance was only painful to me by comparing it with the luxury he
    enjoyed. The custom of sending young people from table precisely when
    those things are served up which seem most tempting, is calculated to
    increase their longing, and induces them to steal what they conceive to
    be so delicious. It may be supposed I was not backward in this
    particular: in general my knavery succeeded pretty well, though quite the
    reverse when I happened to be detected.

    I recollect an attempt to procure some apples, which was attended with
    circumstances that make me smile and shudder even at this instant. The
    fruit was standing in the pantry, which by a lattice at a considerable
    height received light from the kitchen. One day, being alone in the
    house, I climbed up to see these precious apples, which being out of my
    reach, made this pantry appear the garden of Hesperides. I fetched the
    spit--tried if it would reach them--it was too short--I lengthened it
    with a small one which was used for game,--my master being very fond of
    hunting, darted at them several times without success; at length was more
    fortunate; being transported to find I was bringing up an apple, I drew
    it gently to the lattice--was going to seize it when (who can express my
    grief and astonishment!) I found it would not pass through--it was too
    large. I tried every expedient to accomplish my design, sought
    supporters to keep the spits in the same position, a knife to divide the
    apple, and a lath to hold it with; at length, I so far succeeded as to
    effect the division, and made no doubt of drawing the pieces through; but
    it was scarcely separated, (compassionate reader, sympathize with my
    affliction) when both pieces fell into the pantry.

    Though I lost time by this experiment, I did not lose courage, but,
    dreading a surprise, I put off the attempt till next day, when I hoped to
    be more successful, and returned to my work as if nothing had happened,
    without once thinking of what the two obvious witnesses I had left in the
    pantry deposed against me.

    The next day (a fine opportunity offering) I renew the trial. I fasten
    the spits together; get on the stool; take aim; am just going to dart at
    my prey--unfortunately the dragon did not sleep; the pantry door opens,
    my master makes his appearance, and, looking up, exclaims, "Bravo!"
    --The horror of that moment returns--the pen drops from my hand.

    A continual repetition of ill treatment rendered me callous; it seemed a
    kind of composition for my crimes, which authorized me to continue them,
    and, instead of looking back at the punishment, I looked forward to
    revenge. Being beat like a slave, I judged I had a right to all the
    vices of one. I was convinced that to rob and be punished were
    inseparable, and constituted, if I may so express myself, a kind of
    traffic, in which, if I perform my part of the bargain, my master would
    take care not to be deficient in his; that preliminary settled, I applied
    myself to thieving with great tranquility, and whenever this
    interrogatory occurred to my mind, "What will be the consequence?" the
    reply was ready, "I know the worst, I shall be beat; no matter, I was
    made for it."

    I love good eating; am sensual, but not greedy; I have such a variety of
    inclinations to gratify, that this can never predominate; and unless my
    heart is unoccupied, which very rarely happens, I pay but little
    attention to my appetite; to purloining eatables, but extended this
    propensity to everything I wished to possess, and if I did not become a
    robber in form, it was only because money never tempted me.

    My master had a closet in the workshop, which he kept locked; this I
    contrived to open and shut as often as I pleased, and laid his best
    tools, fine drawings, impressions, in a word, everything he wished to
    keep from me, under contribution.

    These thefts were so far innocent, that they were always employed in his
    service, but I was transported at having the trifles in my possession,
    and imagined I stole the art with its productions. Besides what I have
    mentioned, his boxes contained threads of gold and silver, a number of
    small jewels, valuable medals, and money; yet, though I seldom had five
    sous in my pocket, I do not recollect ever having cast a wishful look at
    them; on the contrary, I beheld these valuables rather with terror than
    with delight.

    I am convinced the dread of taking money was, in a great measure, the
    effect of education. There was mingled with the idea of it the fear of
    infamy, a prison, punishment, and death: had I even felt the temptation,
    these objects would have made me tremble; whereas my failings appeared a
    species of waggery, and, in truth, they were little else; they could but
    occasion a good trimming, and this I was already prepared for. A sheet
    of fine drawing paper was a greater temptation than money sufficient to
    have purchased a ream. This unreasonable caprice is connected with one
    of the most striking singularities of my character, and has so far
    influenced my conduct, that it requires a particular explanation.

    My passions are extremely violent; while under their influence, nothing
    can equal my impetuosity; I am an absolute stranger to discretion,
    respect, fear, or decorum; rude, saucy, violent, and intrepid: no shame
    can stop, no danger intimidate me. My mind is frequently so engrossed by
    a single object, that beyond it the whole world is not worth a thought;
    this is the enthusiasm of a moment, the next, perhaps, I am plunged in a
    state of annihilation. Take me in my moments of tranquility, I am
    indolence and timidity itself; a word to speak, the least trifle to
    perform, appear an intolerable labor; everything alarms and terrifies me;
    the very buzzing of a fly will make me shudder; I am so subdued by fear
    and shame, that I would gladly shield myself from mortal view.

    When obliged to exert myself, I am ignorant what to do! when forced to
    speak, I am at a loss for words; and if any one looks at me, I am
    instantly out of countenance. If animated with my subject, I express my
    thoughts with ease, but, in ordinary conversations, I can say nothing
    --absolutely nothing; and, being obliged to speak, renders them
    insupportable.

    I may add, that none of my predominant inclinations centre in those
    pleasures which are to be purchased: money empoisons my delight; I must
    have them unadulterated; I love those of the table, for instance, but
    cannot endure the restraints of good company, or the intemperance of
    taverns; I can enjoy them only with a friend, for alone it is equally
    impossible; my imagination is then so occupied with other things, that I
    find no pleasure in eating. Women who are to be purchased have no charms
    for me; my beating heart cannot be satisfied without affection; it is the
    same with every other enjoyment, if not truly disinterested, they are
    absolutely insipid; in a word, I am fond of those things which are only
    estimable to minds formed for the peculiar enjoyment of them.

    I never thought money so desirable as it is usually imagined; if you
    would enjoy you must transform it; and this transformation is frequently
    attended with inconvenience; you must bargain, purchase, pay dear, be
    badly served, and often duped. I buy an egg, am assured it is new-laid
    --I find it stale; fruit in its utmost perfection--'tis absolutely green.
    I love good wine, but where shall I get it? Not at my wine merchant's
    --he will poison me to a certainty. I wish to be universally respected;
    how shall I compass my design? I must make friends, send messages, write
    letters, come, go, wait, and be frequently deceived. Money is the
    perpetual source of uneasiness; I fear it more than I love good wine.

    A thousand times, both during and since my apprenticeship, have I gone
    out to purchase some nicety, I approach the pastry-cook's, perceive some
    women at the counter, and imagine they are laughing at me. I pass a
    fruit shop, see some fine pears, their appearance tempts me; but then two
    or three young people are near, or a man I am acquainted with is standing
    at the door; I take all that pass for persons I have some knowledge of,
    and my near sight contributes to deceive me. I am everywhere
    intimidated, restrained by some obstacle, and with money in my pocket
    return as I went, for want of resolution to purchase what I long for.

    I should enter into the most insipid details was I to relate the trouble,
    shame, repugnance, and inconvenience of all kinds which I have
    experienced in parting with my money, whether in my own person, or by the
    agency of others; as I proceed, the reader will get acquainted with my
    disposition, and perceive all this without my troubling him with the
    recital.

    This once comprehended, one of my apparent contradictions will be easily
    accounted for, and the most sordid avarice reconciled with the greatest
    contempt of money. It is a movable which I consider of so little value,
    that, when destitute of it, I never wish to acquire any; and when I have
    a sum I keep it by me, for want of knowing how to dispose of it to my
    satisfaction; but let an agreeable and convenient opportunity present
    itself, and I empty my purse with the utmost freedom; not that I would
    have the reader imagine I am extravagant from a motive of ostentation,
    quite the reverse; it was ever in subservience to my pleasures, and,
    instead of glorying in expense, I endeavor to conceal it. I so well
    perceive that money is not made to answer my purposes, that I am almost
    ashamed to have any, and, still more, to make use of it.

    Had I ever possessed a moderate independence, I am convinced I should
    have had no propensity to become avaricious. I should have required no
    more, and cheerfully lived up to my income; but my precarious situation
    has constantly and necessarily kept me in fear. I love liberty, and I
    loathe constraint, dependence, and all their kindred annoyances. As long
    as my purse contains money it secures my independence, and exempts me
    from the trouble of seeking other money, a trouble of which I have always
    had a perfect horror; and the dread of seeing the end of my independence,
    makes me proportionately unwilling to part with my money. The money that
    we possess is the instrument of liberty, that which we lack and strive to
    obtain is the instrument of slavery. Thence it is that I hold fast to
    aught that I have, and yet covet nothing more.

    My disinterestedness, then, is in reality only idleness, the pleasure of
    possessing is not in my estimation worth the trouble of acquiring: and my
    dissipation is only another form of idleness; when we have an opportunity
    of disbursing pleasantly we should make the best possible use of it.

    I am less tempted by money than by other objects, because between the
    moment of possessing the money and that of using it to obtain the desired
    object there is always an interval, however short; whereas to possess the
    thing is to enjoy it. I see a thing and it tempts me; but if I see not
    the thing itself but only the means of acquiring it, I am not tempted.
    Therefore it is that I have been a pilferer, and am so even now, in the
    way of mere trifles to which I take a fancy, and which I find it easier
    to take than to ask for; but I never in my life recollect having taken a
    farthing from any one, except about fifteen years ago, when I stole seven
    francs and ten sous. The story is worth recounting, as it exhibits a
    concurrence of ignorance and stupidity I should scarcely credit, did it
    relate to any but myself.

    It was in Paris: I was walking with M. de Franceul at the Palais Royal;
    he pulled out his watch, he looked at it, and said to me, "Suppose we go
    to the opera?"--"With all my heart." We go: he takes two box tickets,
    gives me one, and enters himself with the other; I follow, find the door
    crowded; and, looking in, see every one standing; judging, therefore,
    that M. de Franceul might suppose me concealed by the company, I go out,
    ask for my ticket, and, getting the money returned, leave the house,
    without considering, that by then I had reached the door every one would
    be seated, and M. de Franceul might readily perceive I was not there.

    As nothing could be more opposite to my natural inclination than this
    abominable meanness, I note it, to show there are moments of delirium
    when men ought not to be judged by their actions: this was not stealing
    the money, it was only stealing the use of it, and was the more infamous
    for wanting the excuse of a temptation.

    I should never end these accounts, was I to describe all the gradations
    through which I passed, during my apprenticeship, from the sublimity of a
    hero to the baseness of a villain. Though I entered into most of the
    vices of my situation, I had no relish for its pleasures; the amusements
    of my companions were displeasing, and when too much restraint had made
    my business wearisome, I had nothing to amuse me. This renewed my taste
    for reading which had long been neglected. I thus committed a fresh
    offence, books made me neglect my work, and brought on additional
    punishment, while inclination, strengthened by constraint, became an
    unconquerable passion. La Tribu, a well-known librarian, furnished me
    with all kinds; good or bad, I perused them with avidity, and without
    discrimination.

    It will be said; "at length, then, money became necessary"--true; but
    this happened at a time when a taste for study had deprived me both of
    resolution and activity; totally occupied by this new inclination, I only
    wished to read, I robbed no longer. This is another of my peculiarities;
    a mere nothing frequently calls me off from what I appear the most
    attached to; I give in to the new idea; it becomes a passion, and
    immediately every former desire is forgotten.

    Reading was my new hobby; my heart beat with impatience to run over the
    new book I carried in my pocket; the first moment I was alone, I seized
    the opportunity to draw it out, and thought no longer of rummaging my
    master's closet. I was even ashamed to think that I had been guilty of
    such meanness; and had my amusements been more expensive, I no longer
    felt an inclination to continue it. La Tribu gave me credit, and when
    once I had the book in my possession, I thought no more of the trifle I
    was to pay for it; as money came it naturally passed to this woman; and
    when she chanced to be pressing, nothing was so conveniently at hand as
    my own effects; to steal in advance required foresight, and robbing to
    pay was no temptation.

    The frequent blows I received from my master, with my private and
    ill-chosen studies, rendered me reserved, unsociable, and almost
    deranged my reason. Though my taste had not preserved me from silly
    unmeaning books, by good fortune I was a stranger to licentious or
    obscene ones; not that La Tribu (who was very accommodating) had any
    scruple of lending these, on the contrary, to enhance their worth she
    spoke of them with an air of mystery; this produced an effect she had
    not foreseen, for both shame and disgust made me constantly refuse them.
    Chance so well seconded my bashful disposition, that I was past the age
    of thirty before I saw any of those dangerous compositions.

    In less than a year I had exhausted La Tribu's scanty library, and was
    unhappy for want of further amusement. My reading, though frequently
    bad, had worn off my childish follies, and brought back my heart to
    nobler sentiments than my condition had inspired; meantime disgusted with
    all within my reach, and thinking everything charming that was out of it,
    my present situation appeared extremely miserable. My passions began to
    acquire strength, I felt their influence, without knowing whither they
    would conduct me. I sometimes, indeed, thought of my former follies, but
    sought no further.

    At this time my imagination took a turn which helped to calm my
    increasing emotions; it was, to contemplate those situations in the books
    I had read, which produced the most striking effect on my mind; to
    recall, combine, and apply them to myself in such a manner, as to become
    one of the personages my recollection presented, and be continually in
    those fancied circumstances which were most agreeable to my inclinations;
    in a word, by contriving to place myself in these fictitious situations,
    the idea of my real one was in a great measure obliterated.

    This fondness for imaginary objects, and the facility with which I could
    gain possession of them, completed my disgust for everything around me,
    and fixed that inclination for solitude which has ever since been
    predominant. We shall have more than once occasion to remark the effects
    of a disposition, misanthropic and melancholy in appearance, but which
    proceed, in fact, from a heart too affectionate, too ardent, which, for
    want of similar dispositions, is constrained to content itself with
    nonentities, and be satisfied with fiction. It is sufficient, at
    present, to have traced the origin of a propensity which has modified my
    passions, set bounds to each, and by giving too much ardor to my wishes,
    has ever rendered me too indolent to obtain them.

    Thus I attained my sixteenth year, uneasy, discontented with myself and
    everything that surrounded me; displeased with my occupation; without
    enjoying the pleasures common to my age, weeping without a cause, sighing
    I knew not why, and fond of my chimerical ideas for want of more valuable
    realities.

    Every Sunday, after sermon-time, my companions came to fetch me out,
    wishing me to partake of their diversions. I would willingly have been
    excused, but when once engaged in amusement, I was more animated and
    enterprising than any of them; it was equally difficult to engage or
    restrain me; indeed, this was ever a leading trait in my character.
    In our country walks I was ever foremost, and never thought of returning
    till reminded by some of my companions. I was twice obliged to be from
    my master's the whole night, the city gates having been shut before I
    could reach them. The reader may imagine what treatment this procured me
    the following mornings; but I was promised such a reception for the
    third, that I made a firm resolution never to expose myself to the danger
    of it. Notwithstanding my determination, I repeated this dreaded
    transgression, my vigilance having been rendered useless by a cursed
    captain, named M. Minutoli, who, when on guard, always shut the gate he
    had charge of an hour before the usual time. I was returning home with
    my two companions, and had got within half a league of the city, when I
    heard them beat the tattoo; I redouble my pace, I run with my utmost
    speed, I approach the bridge, see the soldiers already at their posts, I
    call out to them in a suffocated voice--it is too late; I am twenty paces
    from the guard, the first bridge is already drawn up, and I tremble to
    see those terrible horns advanced in the air which announce the fatal and
    inevitable destiny, which from this moment began to pursue me.

    I threw myself on the glacis in a transport of despair, while my
    companions, who only laughed at the accident, immediately determined what
    to do. My resolution, though different from theirs, was equally sudden;
    on the spot, I swore never to return to my master's, and the next
    morning, when my companions entered the city, I bade them an eternal
    adieu, conjuring them at the same time to inform my cousin Bernard of my
    resolution, and the place where he might see me for the last time.

    From the commencement of my apprenticeship I had seldom seen him; at
    first, indeed, we saw each other on Sundays, but each acquiring different
    habits, our meetings were less frequent. I am persuaded his mother
    contributed greatly towards this change; he was to consider himself as a
    person of consequence, I was a pitiful apprentice; notwithstanding our
    relationship, equality no longer subsisted between us, and it was
    degrading himself to frequent my company. As he had a natural good heart
    his mother's lessons did not take an immediate effect, and for some time
    he continued to visit me.

    Having learned my resolution, he hastened to the spot I had appointed,
    not, however, to dissuade me from it, but to render my flight agreeable,
    by some trifling presents, as my own resources would not have carried me
    far. He gave me among other things, a small sword, which I was very
    proud of, and took with me as far as Turin, where absolute want
    constrained me to dispose of it. The more I reflect on his behavior at
    this critical moment, the more I am persuaded he followed the
    instructions of his mother, and perhaps his father likewise: for, had he
    been left to his own feelings, he would have endeavored to retain, or
    have been tempted to accompany me; on the contrary, he encouraged the
    design, and when he saw me resolutely determined to pursue it, without
    seeming much affected, left me to my fate. We never saw or wrote to each
    other from that time; I cannot but regret this loss, for his heart was
    essentially good, and we seemed formed for a more lasting friendship.

    Before I abandon myself to the fatality of my destiny, let me contemplate
    for a moment the prospect that awaited me had I fallen into the hands of
    a better master. Nothing could have been more agreeable to my
    disposition, or more likely to confer happiness, than the peaceful
    condition of a good artificer, in so respectable a line as engravers are
    considered at Geneva. I could have obtained an easy subsistence, if not
    a fortune; this would have bounded my ambition; I should have had means
    to indulge in moderate pleasures, and should have continued in my natural
    sphere, without meeting with any temptation to go beyond it. Having an
    imagination sufficiently fertile to embellish with its chimeras every
    situation, and powerful enough to transport me from one to another, it
    was immaterial in which I was fixed: that was best adapted to me, which,
    requiring the least care or exertion, left the mind most at liberty; and
    this happiness I should have enjoyed. In my native country, in the bosom
    of my religion, family and friends, I should have passed a calm and
    peaceful life, in the uniformity of a pleasing occupation, and among
    connections dear to my heart. I should have been a good Christian, a
    good citizen, a good friend, a good man. I should have relished my
    condition, perhaps have been an honor to it, and after having passed a
    life of happy obscurity, surrounded by my family, I should have died at
    peace. Soon it may be forgotten, but while remembered it would have been
    with tenderness and regret.

    Instead of this--what a picture am I about to draw!--Alas! why should I
    anticipate the miseries I have endured? The reader will have but too
    much of the melancholy subject.

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