But we must take our leave of Pascal. His was a suffering as well as an aspiring spirit. He suffered because he aspired. But, at least, he did not suffer long. He aspired himself quickly away. Toward the last he wrought at a problem in his first favorite study, that of mathematics, and left behind him, as a memorial of his later life, a remarkable result of investigation on the curve called the cycloid. During his final illness he pierced himself through with many sorrows--unnecessary sorrows, sorrows, too, that bore a double edge, hurting not only him, but also his kindred--in practicing, from mistaken religious motives, a hard repression upon his natural instinct to love, and to welcome love. He thought that God should be all, the creature nothing. The thought was half true, but it was half false. God should, indeed, be all. But, in God, the creature also should be something. In French history--we may say, in the history of the world--if there are few brighter, there also are few purer, fames than the fame of Pascal. IX. MADAME DE SEVIGNE. 1626-1696. Of Madame de Sevigne, if it were permitted here to make a pun and a paradox, one might justly and descriptively say that she was not a woman of letters, but only a woman of--letters. For Madame de Sevigne's addiction to literature was not at all that of an author by profession. She simply wrote admirable private letters in great profusion, and became famous thereby. Madame de Sevigne's fame is partly her merit, but it is also partly her good fortune. She was rightly placed to be what she was. This will appear from a sketch of her life, and still more from specimens to be exhibited of her own epistolary writing. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal was her maiden name. She was born a baroness. She was married, young, a marchioness. First early left an orphan, she was afterward early left a widow--not too early, however, to have become the mother of two children, a son and a daughter. The daughter grew to be the life-long idol of the widowed mother's heart. The letters she wrote to this daughter, married and living remote from her, compose the greater part of that voluminous epistolary production by which Madame de Sevigne became, without her ever aiming at such a result, or probably ever thinking of it, one of the classics of the French language. Madame de Sevigne was wealthy as orphan heiress, and she should have been wealthy as widow. But her husband was profligate, and he wasted her substance. She turned out to be a thoroughly capable woman of affairs who managed her property well. During her long and stainless widowhood--her husband fell in a shameful duel when she was but twenty-five years old, and she lived to be seventy--she divided her time between her estate, "The Rocks," in Brittany, and her residence in Paris. This period was all embraced within the protracted reign of Louis XIV., perhaps upon the whole the most memorable age in the history of France.