Scribe's popularity has become a tradition, and his works have proved a veritable bonanza to the dramatic magpies of every nation in Europe; but among the French critics of the past generation he has found a very grudging recognition. It was with a tone of aristocratic superiority that Villemain welcomed him to the French Academy with the words: "The secret of your dramatic prosperity is that you have happily seized the spirit of your age and produced the kind of comedy to which it best adapts itself, and which most resembles it." In the same tone Lanson says that Scribe "offers to the middle class exactly the pleasure and the ideal that it demands. It recognizes itself in his pieces, where nothing taxes the intellect." Dumas _fils_ goes even further, and compares him to the sleight-of-hand performer with his trick-cups and thimble-rings, in whose performance one finds "neither an idea nor a reflection, nor an enthusiasm, nor a hope, nor a remorse, nor disgust, nor pleasure. One looked, listened, was puzzled, laughed, wept, passed the evening, was amused. That was much, but one learned nothing at all." These critics, and others too, fail to find in Scribe more than an ingenious artisan, a purveyor to the public taste, and sometimes a panderer to it. He has indeed no trace of the lofty purpose that permeates the whole dramatic work of Dumas _fils_ and Augier, and little careful study either of character or of manners. His style, too, though almost always light and lively, is often slovenly and incorrect. His mastery lies elsewhere, in his perfect command of the resources of the stage, which he managed as no dramatist before or since has done, except perhaps his spiritual child, Sardou, and also in his marvellously dexterous handling of intrigue. All this is admirably shown in "Bataille de dames;" but there is something more and better here, and that something is due to Legouvé, whose unaided talent sufficed to produce no work of enduring quality.