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I wish I could add to your happiness by giving you a favourable account of the good old Doctor. I found him in bed where he remains almost constantly. He had been clear of pain for some days and was chearful and in good spirits. He listened with a glow of interest to the details of your revolution and of his friends which I gave him. He is much emaciated. I pressed him to continue the narration of his life and perhaps he will.

That Le Veillard had a lively mind we may well infer from an amusing paragraph in one of his letters to Franklin in which he pictures the jealousy with which Madame Helvetius and Madame Brillon regarded each other after the departure of Franklin from France.

You had two good friends here [he said] who might have lived harmoniously enough with each other, because they almost never saw each other, and you a.s.sured each of them privately that it was she that you loved the best; but do you venture to write to one and keep silent to the other? The first does not fail to brag and show her letter everywhere; what do you wish to become of the other? Two women draw their knives, their friends take sides, the war becomes general, now see what you have done. You set fire with a bit of paper to one half of the world, you who have so effectively aided in pacifying the other half!

It was a singularly unhappy prophecy that Franklin, after his return to Philadelphia, made to this friend whose lips were so soon to be dyed with the red wine of the guillotine. ”When this fermentation is over,” he wrote to him with regard to the popular tumults in which France was then involved, ”and the troubling parts subsided, the wine will be fine and good, and cheer the hearts of those who drink it.”

A bright letter from the daughter of Le Veillard merits a pa.s.sing word. In reply to the statement of Franklin that she did not embrace him with a good grace, she says:

You know doubtless a great number of things; you have travelled much; you know men, but you have never penetrated the head of a French girl. Well! I will tell you their secret: When you wish to embrace one and she says that it does not pain her, that means that it gives her pleasure.

Very dear, too, to Franklin, was Dr. Jan Ingenhousz, the eminent scientist and physician to Maria Theresa. Many years after Franklin made his acquaintance, he received from Franklin the a.s.surance that he had always loved him ever since he knew him, with uninterrupted affection, and he himself in a previous letter to Franklin styled him in his imperfect English ”the most respectful” of all his friends. Only a few of the numerous letters that Franklin must have written to this friend are known to be in existence, and these are not particularly interesting from a social point of view. In one respect, however, they strikingly evince the kindness of heart which made Franklin so lovable. As was true of many other Europeans of his time, Ingenhousz incurred considerable pecuniary loss in American business ventures, and, like King David, who in his haste called all men liars, he was disposed at one time to call all Americans knaves.

One of his American debtors, as we have already stated, was Samuel Wharton, of Philadelphia.

I know we should be happy together [wrote Franklin to Ingenhousz when the writer was about to return to America], and therefore repeat my Proposition that you should ask Leave of the Emperor to let you come and live with me during the little Remainder of Life that is left me. I am confident his Goodness would grant your Request. You will be at no expence while with me in America; you will recover your Debt from Wharton, and you will make me happy.

And the letter concludes with the request that Ingenhousz, who shared his enthusiasm for electrical experiments, would let him know soon whether he would make him happy by accepting his invitation. ”I have Instruments,” he declared, in terms that remind us of Uncle Toby and Corporal Trim, when they were planning their future military diversions together, ”if the Enemy did not destroy them all, and we will make Plenty of Experiments together.”

Such were the more conspicuous of the friends.h.i.+ps which cl.u.s.tered so thickly about the life of Franklin.[41] When we remember that all these men and women have with him said ”good-night” to his Landlord of Life and Time, and gone off to their still chambers, we experience a feeling something like that of Xerxes when he gazed upon his vast army and reflected that not a man in it might return from Greece. The thought that there might never again be any movement in those cheerless rooms, nor any glimmer of recurring day was well calculated to make one, who loved his friends as Franklin did, exclaim, ”I too with your Poet trust in G.o.d.” The wide sweep of his sympathies and charities, the open prospect ever maintained by his mind, are in nothing made clearer to us than in the extent and variety of his friends.h.i.+ps. They were sufficiently elastic, as we have seen, to include many diverse communities, and such extremes as Joseph Watson and James Ralph, George Whitefield and Lord le Despencer, John Jay and General Charles Lee, Polly and Madame Brillon. The natural, instinctive side of his character is brought to our attention very plainly in a letter from him to David Hartley, which reveals in an engaging manner the profound effect worked upon his imagination by a poor peasant, but _veritable philosophe_, who had walked all the way to Paris from one of the French provinces for the purpose of communicating a purely benevolent project to the world. But, at the same time, he never found any difficulty in accommodating himself to aberrant or artificial types of character, or to alien usages, customs and modes of thought. He belonged to the _genus h.o.m.o_ not to the species _h.o.m.o America.n.u.s_ or _Britannicus_. Like the politic and much-experienced Ulysses of Tennyson, familiar with

”Cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments,”

he could say,

”I am a part of all that I have met.”

Wherever he went into the world, he realized his own aspiration that the time might come when a philosopher could set his foot on any part of the earth, and say, ”This is my Country.” Wherever he happened to be, he was too exempt from local bias, thought thoughts, cherished feelings, and spoke a language too universal not to make a strong appeal to good will and friends.h.i.+p.

FOOTNOTES:

[38] In a letter to Count de Moustiers, dated Philadelphia, Feb. 10, 1788, Franklin termed Louis XVI. and France ”the best of Kings & the most beloved of Nations.”

[39] Franklin was too old when he entered upon the French mission to acquire a real mastery of the French language. On one occasion, when at the theatre with Madame de Boufflers, from whom he took his cue in helping to swell the plaudits of the evening, he was chagrined to find that his most vigorous applause had been bestowed on flattering allusions to himself.

[40] No humanitarian levels were too high for the aspirations of Franklin, but he always took care, to use one of the sayings that he conceived or borrowed, not to ride before the horse's head. There is just a suspicion of unconscious sarcasm in a letter from him to Dupont in which he expresses the wish that the Physiocratic philosophy may grow and increase till it becomes the governing philosophy of the human species, ”as it must be that of superior beings in better worlds.”

[41] Franklin had many intimate friends besides those mentioned in our text. In two letters to Samuel Rhoads he refers to his ”dear old Friend Mrs. Paschal.” In a letter to Thomas Mifflin, congratulating him upon his election as President of Congress, he speaks of their ”ancient friends.h.i.+p.”

William Hunter he addresses in 1786 as ”my dear old friend.” In a letter to him in 1782, Thomas Pownall, the former Colonial Governor, says: ”Permett me to say how much I have been your old invariable friend of four or five and twenty years standing.” Jean Holker and his wife, of Rouen, were ”dear friends” of his, and he was on terms of intimacy with John Joseph Monthieu, a Paris merchant, and Turgot, the French statesman. He writes to Miss Alexander from Pa.s.sy that he has been to pay his respects to Madame La Marck, ”not merely,” he says, ”because it was a Compliment due to her, but because I love her; which induces me to excuse her not letting me in.” One of Franklin's friends, Dr. Edward Bancroft, a native of Ma.s.sachusetts, who kept one foot in London and one foot in Paris during the Revolution, for the purpose, as was supposed by those of our envoys who were on good terms with him, of collecting, and imparting to our mission, information about the plans of the British Ministry, has come to occupy an equivocal position in the judgment of history. George Bancroft, the American historian, has set him down as ”a double spy,” and the view of Bancroft has been followed by others, including Henri Doniol, in his work on the partic.i.p.ation of France in the establishment of the United States. But it would seem difficult for anyone to take this view after reading the acute and vigorous discussion of the subject by Dr. Francis Wharton in the _Diplomatic Correspondence of the Revolution_. In a letter to David Hartley of Feb. 22, 1779, Franklin p.r.o.nounced Bancroft a ”Gentleman of Character and Honour.”

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