The behaviour of the people at these public entertainments is admirable.
No rowdiness, or drunkenness, or ribald conduct, for the poorest devil in
France has the art of taking his pleasures decently. But as the reverse
of the medal, no people could be less innocent, less clean in its choice
of amusements, and so these gingerbread fairs are well provided with
obscene spectacles. I need cite only one case to prove how deep lie the
roots of the national perversity of a race which reveals in all things
such remarkable exterior grace and refinement. My servant, an excellent
creature, well-bred, of the very highest moral character, and a delicacy
of sentiment and instinct many a lady might envy, a woman a duchess might
make her friend and count herself the gainer, has a child, a little lad
of ten. She has brought up this boy so perfectly that if fate transformed
him to-morrow into a prince, he would have nothing to learn. She has
insisted in his training on an exquisite modesty, the delicacy of a girl,
and a corresponding innocence. I gave this little fellow the other day
half a franc to go down to the fair, then in my avenue, and told him
to go and see a brown bear and a delightful young camel with which I
had made friends; but before the child reached the wild-beast booth, an
elderly gentleman, going into another booth, invited him to accompany
him. Now, the elderly gentleman knew where he was going, and why; the
child did not, and he trustingly went in, paid his twopence, and followed
the elderly reprobate to see—what?—a series of anatomical models in wax;
the man explained the spectacle to the child, and sent him back to his
mother troubled and unhappy. François communicated all that had passed to
my servant, who came to me with tears in her eyes, and we both felt it a
hard thing that a boy in Paris could not be trusted to amuse himself in
a harmless way while waiting for his mother, and almost within range of
her glance, without disgusting snares being laid in wait for him, with no
excuse even on the score that his elders were seeking entertainment where
he was not expected to be found.
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