Corse de Leon; or, The Brigand: A Romance. Volume 1 (of 2)James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Corse de Leon; or, The Brigand: A Romance. Volume 1 (of 2)
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
France -- History -- Henry II, 1547-1559 -- Fiction
Corse de Leon gazed upon him for a moment with a grave, perhaps one
might call it a pitying smile. "You have forgotten," he said, "or never
fully known, the court of France. There has there risen up," he added,
"within my memory, a habit, an affectation of indifference, if you like
to call it so, to all things on this earth; which indifference is born
of a corrupt and a degraded heart, and of sated and exhausted appetites.
To a high mind, furnished with keen and vigorous faculties, nothing on
earth can be indifferent; for acuteness of perception--a quality which,
in its degree, assimilates us to the Divine nature--weighs all
distinctions. As God himself sees all the qualities of everything,
whether minute or great, and gives them their due place, so, the grander
and the more expansive the intellect may be, the more accurately it
feels, perceives, and estimates the good or evil of each individual
thing. The low and the base, the palled taste of luxury, the satiated
sense of licentiousness, the callous heart of selfishness, the blunted
sensibilities of lust, covetousness, gluttony, effeminacy, and idleness,
take refuge in indifference, and call it to their aid, lest vanity--the
weakest, but the last point to become hardened in the heart of
man--should be wounded. They take for their protection the shield of a
false and tinsel wit, the answer of a sneer, the argument of a
supercilious look, and try to gloze over everything, to themselves and
others, with a contemptuous persiflage which confounds all right and
wrong. Thus will this count and his companions meet you; and you will
gain neither answer nor satisfaction, but a jest, a sneer, or a look of
pity."
"It matters not," replied Bernard de Rohan, "it matters not! There are
some things that men cannot laugh away! Honour, and courage, and virtue
are not columns planted so loosely that a light gale can blow them down;
and I will mark his brow with such disgrace that an ocean of laughter
and light jests will never wash the stain off again. When I have done
that, I will seek my Isabel, and by her own wishes shall our future
conduct be guided. You have reasoned like a learned scholar, my good
friend; but yet you see you have not converted me to your thoughts,
though I will own that it much surprises me to find you have such varied
knowledge of courts, and, I should think, of schools also."
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