The man who was quite regardless of the Eden which he thus possessed
had neither wife nor children, but was attached to a large ape which he
kept. A graceful turret of wood, supported by a sculptured column,
served as a dwelling place for this vicious animal, who being kept
chained and rarely petted by his eccentric master, oftener at Paris
than in his country home, had gained a very bad reputation. I recollect
seeing him once in the presence of certain ladies show almost as much
insolence as if he had been a man. His master was obliged to kill him,
so mischievous did he gradually become.
One morning while I was sitting under a beautiful tulip tree in flower,
occupied in doing nothing but inhaling the lovely perfumes which the
tall poplars kept confined within the brilliant enclosure, enjoying the
silence of the groves, listening to the murmuring waters and the
rustling leaves, admiring the blue gaps outlined above my head by
clouds of pearly sheen and gold, wandering fancy free in dreams of my
future, I heard some lout or other, who had arrived the day before from
Paris, playing on a violin with the violence of a man who has nothing
else to do. I would not wish for my worst enemy to hear anything so
utterly in discord with the sublime harmony of nature. If the distant
notes of Roland’s Horn had only filled the air with life, perhaps—but a
noisy fiddler like this, who undertakes to bring to you the expression
of human ideas and the phraseology of music! This Amphion, who was
walking up and down the dining-room, finished by taking a seat on the
window-sill, exactly in front of the monkey. Perhaps he was looking for
an audience. Suddenly I saw the animal quietly descend from his little
dungeon, stand upon his hind feet, bow his head forward like a swimmer
and fold his arms over his bosom like Spartacus in chains, or Catiline
listening to Cicero. The banker, summoned by a sweet voice whose
silvery tone recalled a boudoir not unknown to me, laid his violin on
the window-sill and made off like a swallow who rejoins his companion
by a rapid level swoop. The great monkey, whose chain was sufficiently
long, approached the window and gravely took in hand the violin. I
don’t know whether you have ever had as I have the pleasure of seeing a
monkey try to learn music, but at the present moment, when I laugh much
less than I did in those careless days, I never think of that monkey
without a smile; the semi-man began by grasping the instrument with his
fist and by sniffing at it as if he were tasting the flavor of an
apple. The snort from his nostrils probably produced a dull harmonious
sound in the sonorous wood and then the orang-outang shook his head,
turned over the violin, turned it back again, raised it up in the air,
lowered it, held it straight out, shook it, put it to his ear, set it
down, and picked it up again with a rapidity of movement peculiar to
these agile creatures. He seemed to question the dumb wood with
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