Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters — Jean-Jacques Rousseau — John Shaqi
Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters
Jean-Jacques Rousseau · en
advantages then has your kindness procured to them, and to ourselves;
not to mention the additional obligations you have conferred on me?
Such, my friend, are the certain effects of sacrifices to virtue;
which, though they are difficult to perform, are always grateful in
remembrance. No one ever repented of having performed a good action.
I suppose, you will say, with the _constant_, that all this is mere
_preaching_, and indeed it is but too true that I no more practise
what I preach than those who are preachers by profession. However, if
my discourses are not so elegant, I have the satisfaction to find that
mine are not so entirely thrown away as theirs. I do not deny it, my
dear friend, that I would willingly add as many virtues to your
character, as a fatal indulgence to love has taken away from mine; and
Eloisa herself having forfeited my regard, I would gladly esteem her
in you. Perfect affection is all that is required on your part, and
the consequence will flow easy and natural. With what pleasure ought
you to reflect, that you are continually increasing those obligations,
which love itself engages to pay!
My cousin has been made privy to the conversation you had with her
father, about M. Orbe, and seems to think herself as much indebted to
you, as if we had never been obliged to her in our lives. Gracious
heaven, how every particular incident contributes to my happiness! How
dearly am I beloved, and how I am charmed with their affection!
Father, mother, friend and lover, all conspire in their tender concern
for my happiness, and notwithstanding my eager endeavours to requite
them, I am always either prevented or outdone. It should seem, as if
all the tenderest feelings in nature verged towards my heart, whilst
I, alas, have but one sensation to enjoy them.
I forgot to mention a visit you are to receive to-morrow morning. ’Tis
from L. B---- lately come from Geneva, where he has resided about
eight months; he told me he had seen you at Sion, in his return from
Italy. He found you very melancholy, but speaks of you in general
in the manner you yourself would wish, and in which I have long
thought. He commended you so a propos to my father yesterday, that
he has prejudiced me already very much in his favour: and indeed his
conversation is sensible, lively and spirited. In reciting heroic
actions, he raises his voice, and his eyes sparkle as men usually do
who are capable of performing the deeds they relate. He speaks also
emphatically in matters of taste, especially of the Italian music which
he extols to the very skies. He often reminded me of my poor brother.
But his lordship seems not to have sacrificed much to the graces; his
discourse in general is rather nervous than elegant, and even his
understanding seems to want a little polishing.
Letter XLV. To Eloisa.