which has something to say about dr. franklin and the latin quarter.
the first, both in point of time and merit, of american envoys was famous not less for the pastoral simplicity of his manners than for the politic grace of his mind. viewed from a certain point, there was a touch of primeval orientalness in benjamin franklin. neither is there wanting something like his scriptural parallel. the history of the patriarch jacob is interesting not less from the unselfish devotion which we are bound to ascribe to him, than from the deep worldly wisdom and polished italian tact, gleaming under an air of arcadian unaffectedness. the diplomatist and the shepherd are blended; a union not without warrant; the apostolic serpent and dove. a tanned machiavelli in tents.
doubtless, too, notwithstanding his eminence as lord of the moving manor, jacob's raiment was of homespun; the economic envoy's plain coat and hose, who has not heard of?
franklin all over is of a piece. he dressed his person as his periods; neat, trim, nothing superfluous, nothing deficient. in some of his works his style is only surpassed by the unimprovable sentences of hobbes of malmsbury, the paragon of perspicuity. the mental habits of hobbes and franklin in several points, especially in one of some moment, assimilated. indeed, making due allowance for soil and era, history presents few trios more akin, upon the whole, than jacob, hobbes, and franklin; three labyrinth-minded, but plain-spoken broadbrims, at once politicians and philosophers; keen observers of the main chance; prudent courtiers; practical magians in linsey-woolsey.
in keeping with his general habitudes, doctor franklin while at the french court did not reside in the aristocratical faubourgs. he deemed his worsted hose and scientific tastes more adapted in a domestic way to the other side of the seine, where the latin quarter, at once the haunt of erudition and economy, seemed peculiarly to invite the philosophical poor richard to its venerable retreats. here, of gray, chilly, drizzly november mornings, in the dark-stoned quadrangle of the time-honored sorbonne, walked the lean and slippered metaphysician,—oblivious for the moment that his sublime thoughts and tattered wardrobe were famous throughout europe,—meditating on the theme of his next lecture; at the same time, in the well-worn chambers overhead, some clayey-visaged chemist in ragged robe-de-chambre, and with a soiled green flap over his left eye, was hard at work stooping over retorts and crucibles, discovering new antipathies in acids, again risking strange explosions similar to that whereby he had already lost the use of one optic; while in the lofty lodging-houses of the neighboring streets, indigent young students from all parts of france, were ironing their shabby cocked hats, or inking the whity seams of their small-clothes, prior to a promenade with their pink-ribboned little grisettes in the garden of the luxembourg.
long ago the haunt of rank, the latin quarter still retains many old buildings whose imposing architecture singularly contrasts with the unassuming habits of their present occupants. in some parts its general air is dreary and dim; monastic and theurgic. in those lonely narrow ways—long-drawn prospectives of desertion—lined with huge piles of silent, vaulted, old iron-grated buildings of dark gray stone, one almost expects to encounter paracelsus or friar bacon turning the next corner, with some awful vial of black-art elixir in his hand.
but all the lodging-houses are not so grim. not to speak of many of comparatively modern erection, the others of the better class, however stern in exterior, evince a feminine gayety of taste, more or less, in their furnishings within. the embellishing, or softening, or screening hand of woman is to be seen all over the interiors of this metropolis.. like augustus caesar with respect to rome, the frenchwoman leaves her obvious mark on paris. like the hand in nature, you know it can be none else but hers. yet sometimes she overdoes it, as nature in the peony; or underdoes it, as nature in the bramble; or—what is still more frequent—is a little slatternly about it, as nature in the pig-weed.
in this congenial vicinity of the latin quarter, and in an ancient building something like those alluded to, at a point midway between the palais des beaux arts and the college of the sorbonne, the venerable american envoy pitched his tent when not passing his time at his country retreat at passy. the frugality of his manner of life did not lose him the good opinion even of the voluptuaries of the showiest of capitals, whose very iron railings are not free from gilt. franklin was not less a lady's man, than a man's man, a wise man, and an old man. not only did he enjoy the homage of the choicest parisian literati, but at the age of seventy-two he was the caressed favorite of the highest born beauties of the court; who through blind fashion having been originally attracted to him as a famous savan, were permanently retained as his admirers by his plato-like graciousness of good humor. having carefully weighed the world, franklin could act any part in it. by nature turned to knowledge, his mind was often grave, but never serious. at times he had seriousness—extreme seriousness—for others, but never for himself. tranquillity was to him instead of it. this philosophical levity of tranquillity, so to speak, is shown in his easy variety of pursuits. printer, postmaster, almanac maker, essayist, chemist, orator, tinker, statesman, humorist, philosopher, parlor man, political economist, professor of housewifery, ambassador, projector, maxim-monger, herb-doctor, wit:—jack of all trades, master of each and mastered by none—the type and genius of his land. franklin was everything but a poet. but since a soul with many qualities, forming of itself a sort of handy index and pocket congress of all humanity, needs the contact of just as many different men, or subjects, in order to the exhibition of its totality; hence very little indeed of the sage's multifariousness will be portrayed in a simple narrative like the present. this casual private intercourse with israel, but served to manifest him in his far lesser lights; thrifty, domestic, dietarian, and, it may be, didactically waggish. there was much benevolent irony, innocent mischievousness, in the wise man. seeking here to depict him in his less exalted habitudes, the narrator feels more as if he were playing with one of the sage's worsted hose, than reverentially handling the honored hat which once oracularly sat upon his brow.
so, then, in the latin quarter lived doctor franklin. and accordingly in the latin quarter tarried israel for the time. and it was into a room of a house in this same latin quarter that israel had been directed when the sage had requested privacy for a while.
