Fénelon, François de Salignac de La Mothe-, 1651-1715
knowledge of the Divine revelation and adorned by a tincture of
Christianity that runs easily through the whole narrative. The best
classical and moral maxims are placed before the mind of the reader,
animated with love and heightened with action. The author shows that the
glory of a prince is to govern men in such a way as to make them good
and happy; that his authority is never so firmly established as in the
love of his people; that the true riches and prosperity of a State
consists in taking away what ministers to general luxury, and in being
content with innocent and simple pleasures.
But, as may well be supposed, it was not the intellectual means
alone—the text-books that were prepared, the treatises that were
written, the pains taken with instruction—which most awaken our
admiration, but rather the good sense shown in the various special
expedients that were employed as from time to time they were found
adapted to the needs of the case. Every effort was made to relieve study
from tedium. Lessons were abandoned whenever the prince wished to begin
a conversation from which he might derive useful information. There were
frequent intervals for exercise. Learning was turned into a pleasure.
The real struggle was with his fiery temperament, which had been
hitherto so badly mismanaged, and which could only be met by patience
and gentleness with firmness. When one of the evil moods seized him, it
was an understood thing in the household that every one should relapse
into an unwonted silence. Nobody spoke to him if they could help it; his
attendants waited upon him with averted eyes as though reluctant to
witness his degradation through passion. He was treated with the sort of
humiliating compassion which might be shown to a madman; his books and
appliances for study were put aside as useless to one in such a state,
and he was left to his own reflections. Such a course was the
destruction of self-complacency; he ceased to find relief in swearing
when his hearers ceased to be disconcerted by his abuse, and, being left
to consider the situation in solitude, he saw himself for the first time
as others saw him. Gradually this treatment would bring the passionate
but generous child to a better mind, and then, full of remorse and
penitence, he would come to throw himself with the fullest affection and
trust upon the never-failing patience and goodness of the preceptor,
whom he almost worshiped to his dying day.
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