Three French Moralists and The Gallantry of FranceGosse, Edmund
Philosophy
Three French Moralists and The Gallantry of France
Gosse, Edmund
La Bruyère, Jean de, 1645-1696; La Rochefoucauld, François, duc de, 1613-1680; Vauvenargues, 1715-1747; World War, 1914-1918 -- France
From this time--the end of October 1914--the letters of Camile Violand
testify to the rapid development of his mind and character. He loses a
certain childishness which had hitherto clung to him, and he expresses
himself with a more virile sobriety. Nothing could exceed the pathos
of his pictures of the terrible life in the Argonne, and we are made
to feel how rapidly the suffering and the responsibility of his
military life were bringing out all the deepest and most serious
elements in his character. There is a remarkable letter of January 7,
1915, describing an engagement in which he lost several of his best
men, and in particular an experienced corporal in whose skill he much
confided. The briefest fragment broken from this pathetic description,
addressed to his father, will give a notion of the tone of it:--
"J'etais absorbe par les blesses dans mon poste de commandement et
quand je pus me rendre dans la tranchee ou il etait, il tombait dans
le coma. Ses derniers mots avaient ete: 'Adieu, ma Patrie!' Pourtant,
il me reconnut a la voix, me repondit faiblement. Je l'assistai dans
ses derniers moments. Ce fut bien rapide, bien simple et bien beau.
_J'etais pour lui le chef, ce qui est plus que le Pere et le Pretre
reunis_. Je l'ai bien senti la; quand ce fut presque fini, je
l'embrassai et le quittai pour retourner aux soucis que nous donne
l'ennemi."
Thus was this lad of three-and-twenty fortified and ripened by the
arduous warfare in the Argonne. He was now spending what leisure the
fighting gave him in a careful study of Homer. We gather that he had
just finished re-reading the "Iliad" when the end came. On March 4,
1915, at Mesnil-les-Hurlus, a ball pierced his heart, splintering in
its passage the cross of the Legion of Honour of which he was so
proud. In his pocket was found his last letter, still unposted, in
which he told his father of a fresh distinction for valour which he
had just received, and in the course of which, with a manifest
presentiment of his approaching end, he wrote, "Je mourrai, si Dieu
veut, en bon chretien et en bon Francais."
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