The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — CompleteRousseau, Jean-Jacques
Philosophy
The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete
Rousseau, Jean-Jacques
Authors, French -- 18th century -- Biography; Rousseau, Jean-Jacques, 1712-1778
I remained under the tuition of my uncle Bernard, who was at that
time employed in the fortifications of Geneva. He had lost his eldest
daughter, but had a son about my own age, and we were sent together to
Bossey, to board with the Minister Lambercier. Here we were to learn
Latin, with all the insignificant trash that has obtained the name of
education.
Two years spent in this village softened, in some degree, my Roman
fierceness, and again reduced me to a state of childhood. At Geneva,
where nothing was exacted, I loved reading, which was, indeed, my
principal amusement; but, at Bossey, where application was expected, I
was fond of play as a relaxation. The country was so new, so charming
in my idea, that it seemed impossible to find satiety in its enjoyments,
and I conceived a passion for rural life, which time has not been able
to extinguish; nor have I ever ceased to regret the pure and tranquil
pleasures I enjoyed at this place in my childhood; the remembrance
having followed me through every age, even to that in which I am
hastening again towards it.
M. Lambercier was a worthy, sensible man, who, without neglecting our
instruction, never made our acquisitions burthensome, or tasks
tedious. What convinces me of the rectitude of his method is, that
notwithstanding my extreme aversion to restraint, the recollection of
my studies is never attended with disgust; and, if my improvement was
trivial, it was obtained with ease, and has never escaped memory.
The simplicity of this rural life was of infinite advantage in opening
my heart to the reception of true friendship. The sentiments I had
hitherto formed on this subject were extremely elevated, but altogether
imaginary. The habit of living in this peaceful manner soon united me
tenderly to my cousin Bernard; my affection was more ardent than that
I had felt for my brother, nor has time ever been able to efface it.
He was a tall, lank, weakly boy, with a mind as mild as his body was
feeble, and who did not wrong the good opinion they were disposed to
entertain for the son of my guardian. Our studies, amusements, and
tasks, were the same; we were alone; each wanted a playmate; to separate
would in some measure, have been to annihilate us. Though we had not
many opportunities of demonstrating our attachment to each other, it was
certainly extreme; and so far from enduring the thought of separation,
we could not even form an idea that we should ever be able to submit to
it. Each of a disposition to be won by kindness, and complaisant, when
not soured by contradiction, we agreed in every particular. If, by
the favor of those who governed us he had the ascendant while in
their presence, I was sure to acquire it when we were alone, and this
preserved the equilibrium so necessary in friendship. If he hesitated in
repeating his task, I prompted him; when my exercises were finished, I
helped to write his; and, in our amusements, my disposition being most
active, ever had the lead.
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