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LAMARTINE Alphonse de (1790-1869).
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LAMARTINE Alphonse de (1790-1869).
L.A., Saint-Point 14 September 1823, to Victor HUGO| 4 pages small in-4.
Beautiful friendly and admiring letter to Victor Hugo, about the beginnings of Romanticism and La Muse française.
[The first issue of the literary review La Muse française, matrix of the first romantic group, had just appeared in July 1823. Founded by Alexandre Soumet and Alexandre Guiraud, it was dominated by Hugo, Vigny and Émile Deschamps. One feels here Lamartine affected by Hugo's silent refusal to his proposal, formulated in June 1823, to subscribe and collaborate to La Muse française].
"I do not know what I have done, my dear Hugo, to deserve that you have not answered my last letter [...] Speak frankly, you are dealing with a man who understands everything, and nothing on your part can hurt him. The offer I made you may have been indiscreet", but it was "sincere and heartfelt [...] I am still writing to you about La Muse. It made a noble appearance under your auspices and those of Mr. Soumet, I had already read it, and now I receive it just as I was about to ask you to subscribe to it. I thank you very much for it, it will keep me informed of your thoughts in my desert where I believe so many beautiful verses have never reached. [...] You know that I had recommended you to register me in the first row of subscribers. If you hold this rudder with a firm hand, if your Muse gives you the hand to this one, if the young moralist [Émile Deschamps] is always in vein, you will succeed. You speak at last Literature in a clear and vigorous sense, you are out of the hhhhemistiche and the diphthong, you attack the sharp, it was necessary| only go gently in the beginning, follow the slope and the current of the opinion which is formed, do not anticipate it too much, otherwise you will make a universal haro! They would give you a name! and everything would be said in France. I read this morning your ode to my father! It is well you! My dear Hugo, there are ravishing images, the last one goes to my heart. In your place I would correct one or two obscure lines on Buonaparte. But it is nothing. Give us often similar ones ". He comes back from Paris where he stayed only three days, and where he learned that "Mrs. Hugo was in bed", and he asks for news: "we take a great part in it, my wife and I, we love you in your verses! But even more in your persons, and in your double person. [...] I brought to Paris a nasty volume of Meditations drafted between illnesses and travels [Nouvelles Méditations poétiques], and a small fragment of my poem entitled Socrate of which Ladvocat is making a volume [La Mort de Socrate]. I recommend the whole to your indulgence. It needs it and the century will not have much of it. Farewell, my dear Hugo, I have returned to my silence for an unbounded time, I am damaged in a thousand domestic affairs, separated by a hundred and twenty leagues from all the living. Remember me from time to time"...Attached is a l.a.s. from a MONTESQUIOU (smudged signature altering the last 2 letters of the signature), Paris February 8, 1722, to the Chevalier de Perier.
L.A., Saint-Point 14 September 1823, to Victor HUGO| 4 pages small in-4.
Beautiful friendly and admiring letter to Victor Hugo, about the beginnings of Romanticism and La Muse française.
[The first issue of the literary review La Muse française, matrix of the first romantic group, had just appeared in July 1823. Founded by Alexandre Soumet and Alexandre Guiraud, it was dominated by Hugo, Vigny and Émile Deschamps. One feels here Lamartine affected by Hugo's silent refusal to his proposal, formulated in June 1823, to subscribe and collaborate to La Muse française].
"I do not know what I have done, my dear Hugo, to deserve that you have not answered my last letter [...] Speak frankly, you are dealing with a man who understands everything, and nothing on your part can hurt him. The offer I made you may have been indiscreet", but it was "sincere and heartfelt [...] I am still writing to you about La Muse. It made a noble appearance under your auspices and those of Mr. Soumet, I had already read it, and now I receive it just as I was about to ask you to subscribe to it. I thank you very much for it, it will keep me informed of your thoughts in my desert where I believe so many beautiful verses have never reached. [...] You know that I had recommended you to register me in the first row of subscribers. If you hold this rudder with a firm hand, if your Muse gives you the hand to this one, if the young moralist [Émile Deschamps] is always in vein, you will succeed. You speak at last Literature in a clear and vigorous sense, you are out of the hhhhemistiche and the diphthong, you attack the sharp, it was necessary| only go gently in the beginning, follow the slope and the current of the opinion which is formed, do not anticipate it too much, otherwise you will make a universal haro! They would give you a name! and everything would be said in France. I read this morning your ode to my father! It is well you! My dear Hugo, there are ravishing images, the last one goes to my heart. In your place I would correct one or two obscure lines on Buonaparte. But it is nothing. Give us often similar ones ". He comes back from Paris where he stayed only three days, and where he learned that "Mrs. Hugo was in bed", and he asks for news: "we take a great part in it, my wife and I, we love you in your verses! But even more in your persons, and in your double person. [...] I brought to Paris a nasty volume of Meditations drafted between illnesses and travels [Nouvelles Méditations poétiques], and a small fragment of my poem entitled Socrate of which Ladvocat is making a volume [La Mort de Socrate]. I recommend the whole to your indulgence. It needs it and the century will not have much of it. Farewell, my dear Hugo, I have returned to my silence for an unbounded time, I am damaged in a thousand domestic affairs, separated by a hundred and twenty leagues from all the living. Remember me from time to time"...Attached is a l.a.s. from a MONTESQUIOU (smudged signature altering the last 2 letters of the signature), Paris February 8, 1722, to the Chevalier de Perier.