The life of Jean Henri Fabre, the entomologist, 1823-1910Fabre, Augustin
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The life of Jean Henri Fabre, the entomologist, 1823-1910
Fabre, Augustin
Entomologists -- France -- Biography; Fabre, Jean-Henri, 1823-1915
There was a certain coolness among us at the evening meal. I read
mute reproaches, because of my experiment, in the eyes of my
home-circle; I read an unspoken accusation of cruelty all around
me. The death of the unfortunate Sparrow had saddened the whole
family. I myself was not without some remorse of conscience: the
poor result achieved seemed to me too dearly bought. I am not made
of the stuff of those who, without turning a hair, rip up live Dogs
to find out nothing in particular. [88]
Is there not something touching in the simplicity of the father who,
with such good will, becomes a child with his children; and in the
compassionate kindness of the man who cannot without grieving witness
the death of a Sparrow? Fabre indeed possessed in no common degree that
quality which, according to Saint Augustine, is the foremost
characteristic of spiritual beauty and, according to the poet of the
animals, constitutes the essential nobility of the French mind:
“La bonté, c’est le fond de tout âme française.”
(Kindness, the base of every Frenchman’s mind.)
It was, at all events, the basis of his own. And we are conscious of a
fundamental emotion, an intimate reprobation, that ascends from the
depths of his being to oppose all ideas of violence and hatred.
It does not surprise us to see the serene kindliness of our compatriot
veiling itself in dejection and becoming almost pugnacious when
confronted by the melancholy exploits of force; for how could he remain
unaffected before the stupendous barbarism and iniquity of 1870?
At the time of his retirement to Orange, Fabre was already the father
of five children: Antonia, Aglaé, Claire, Emile, and Jules, who, in
course of time, were joined by three others, Paul, Anna, and
Marie-Pauline.
It was not with Fabre as with some intellectuals, whose thoughts and
life remain almost strangers to the home which they establish one day
as though in a moment of distraction, and who divide their lives into
two parts—one being devoted to their professional labours and the other
reserved for the exigencies of family life.
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