Appreciations, with an Essay on StylePater, Walter
Philosophy
Appreciations, with an Essay on Style
Pater, Walter
English literature -- History and criticism; Style, Literary
She was half a minute collecting her thoughts: then, speaking with an
expansion of manner not habitual with her, hesitating, and blushing
deeply, whenever she was about to utter a word that might seem a shade
too serious for lips so youthful:--"My father," she proceeded, "died of
the consequences of a wound he had received at Patay. That may show
you that he loved his country, but he was no lover of his own age. He
possessed in the highest degree the love of order; and order was a
thing nowhere to be seen. He had a horror of disorder; and he saw it
everywhere. In those last years, especially, his reverence, his
beliefs, his tastes, all alike were ruffled to the point of actual
suffering, by whatever was done and said and written around him.
Deeply saddened by the conditions of the present time, he habituated
himself to find a refuge in the past, and the seventeenth century more
particularly offered him the kind of society in which he would have
wished to live--a society, well-ordered, polished, lettered, believing.
More and more he loved to shut himself up in it. More and more also he
loved to make the moral discipline and the literary tastes of that
favourite age prevail in his own household. You may even have remarked
that he carried his predilection into minute matters of arrangement and
decoration. You can see from this window the straight paths, the box
in [225] patterns, the yew trees and clipped alleys of our garden. You
may notice that in our garden-beds we have none but flowers of the
period--lilies, rose-mallows, immortelles, rose-pinks, in short what
people call parsonage flowers--des fleurs de cure. Our old silvan
tapestries, similarly, are of that age. You see too that all our
furniture, from presses and sideboards, down to our little tables and
our arm-chairs, is in the severest style of Louis the Fourteenth. My
father did not appreciate the dainty research of our modern luxury. He
maintained that our excessive care for the comforts of life weakened
mind as well as body. That," added the girl with a laugh,--"that is
why you find your chair so hard when you come to see us."
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