France in eighteen hundred and two : $b Described in a series of contemporary lettersYorke, Henry Redhead
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France in eighteen hundred and two : $b Described in a series of contemporary letters
Yorke, Henry Redhead
France -- Description and travel
I attended a lecture at which the Abbé Sicard showed to an audience
the first mode of communication with the deaf and dumb. A boy about
thirteen years of age, whom the abbé had not even seen, was sent out of
the institution. A sheet of paper was brought on which were painted
many of the most common objects, such as a horse, a carriage, a bird,
a tree, and so on. Upon the abbé pointing these pictures out to the
boy, the latter appeared delighted to show by signs that he fully
comprehended the representation. These signs, attentively observed
by the abbé, formed the basis of future conversation. To prove that
_speech_ is merely a matter of imitation, the abbé produced a girl
about seventeen years old, who had lost her hearing at the age of six.
She had, therefore, acquired a small vocabulary of words and ideas
such as might be expected from a child of six years of age. Her mode
of enunciation was that of a young child. She pronounced “chat” “sa.”
There had been a dog in the house where she passed her infancy, whose
name was Toutou--she remembered the word and called every dog Toutou.
This girl was a curious instance of the primary effects of education.
At this lecture the abbé stated a curious occurrence. He was once told
that a blind man, on being asked to describe the sound of a trumpet,
said he believed it to be of a red colour. He himself asked one of
his deaf and dumb pupils to define his idea of scarlet, the pupil
immediately replied: “The blast of a horn.”
As soon as the lecture was ended, our party proceeded to the top of
the building in order to take a peep at the “Sauvage d’Aveyron.” When
M. P----, the gentleman who introduced us to Abbé Sicard, made the
proposal I was not aware that he was going to show us anything human.
Accordingly I followed close at his heels, and after I had entered the
room, perceiving only a man, a woman and a boy, I inquired for the
savage. “This is he,” said M. P----, pointing to the boy, “Kiss him.”
And without waiting for me to recover myself, he actually pushed me
on to the lad, and in this attitude of kissing I was discovered when
the ladies entered the apartment, the little savage holding me at the
same time by the arms. I was not a little confused at this involuntary
fraternal buss, which I was obliged to make, and which has been ever
since a subject of merriment.
However, the savage no sooner saw ladies at the door than he sprang
from me, went to the window, and, after looking out for a few moments,
turned suddenly round and moved (for it could not be called walking)
very fast up and down the room, without seeming to pay them the least
attention.
I had by this time recovered myself, and grasped him firmly by the arm;
but he took no manner of notice of me. He had a vacant countenance,
but not an idiotic one. He broke out in a most extraordinary manner,
however, a few minutes later, stamping with both his feet, rolling his
body from side to side, and howling in a strange and dreadful tone.
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