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of character encourages me。 Until latterly I had lived modestly on the
product of my school…books。 To…day the weathercock has turned to another
quarter; and my books no longer sell。 So here I am; more than ever in the
grip of that terrible problem of daily bread。 If you think; then; that with
your help and that of your friends; my poor pictures might help me a
little; I have decided to let them go; but not without bitterness。 It is
like tearing off a piece of my skin; and I still hold to this old skin;
shabby as it may be; a little for my own sake; much more for my family's;
and much more again for the sake of my entomological studies; studies which
I feel obliged to pursue; persuaded that for a long time to come no one
will care to resume them; so ungrateful is the calling。〃 (16/18。)
At the instigation of the poet the prefect Belleudy took it upon him to
intercede with the Minister; from whom he finally wrung a grant of 40
pounds sterling; 〃in encouragement of the sciences。〃 Finally he ventured to
reveal the situation to the General Council of Vaucluse; and to require it
to contribute at least its share; in order to ensure a peaceful and decent
old age to a man who was not only the greatest celebrity of the department;
but also one of the highest glories of the nation。 He pleaded so well and
so nobly that the assembly granted Fabre an annual sum of 20 pounds
sterling; 〃as the public homage which his compatriots pay to his lofty
science and HIS EXCESSIVE MODESTY。〃 (16/19。) At the same time; in a
generous impulse; the Council placed at his disposal all the scientific
equipment of the departmental laboratory of agricultural analysis; which
was no longer used; there was indeed talk of suppressing it。
Now that the burden of his days weighed so heavily on him; and his task was
virtually finished; everything; by the customary irony of things; was
coming his way simultaneously: not only what was necessary and
indispensable; but even something that was superfluous。
So one day all these delicate instruments; useless to a biologist who by
the very nature of his labours had done without them all his life; and had
never wearied of denying their utility; arrived at Sérignan。 He did not
possess even one modest thermometer; and as for the superb microscope over
which he so often bent; the only costly instrument in his rustic
laboratory; it was a precious present which; at the instigation of Duruy;
Dumas the chemist had given him years before; but a simple lens very often
sufficed him。 〃The secrets of life;〃 he somewhere writes; 〃are to be
obtained by simple; makeshift; inexpensive means。 What did the best results
of my inquiry into instinct cost me? Only time; and above all; patience。〃
It was then that a few of his disciples; finally affected by such
abandonment; decided to celebrate his jubilee; hoping thus to reveal both
his name and his wonderful books to the crowd that knew nothing of him。
(16/20。)
It was time; a little longer; and; according to his racy phrase; 〃the
violins would have come too late。〃 The old master is daily nearer his
decline; his sight; once so piercing; is now so obscured that he can barely
see to sign his name; in a small; tremulous hand; confused and illegible。
His muscles are so feeble now that he can walk only in short steps; on his
wife's arm; leaning on a cane; and he would soon be piteously exhausted
were not some seat available within immediate reach。 Very soon now he will
no longer hope to make the tour of this Harmas; which his feet have trodden
daily for thirty years。 In this failure of the body; all that survives are
the two sparkling cavities of his eyes and his extraordinary memory。
But he is far from being mournful: he feels only an immense lassitude; and
an infinite regret that perhaps he will not be able to bring his series of
〃Souvenirs〃 to the point he had desired; not wishing to die until he has
pushed his career as far as is in his power; without having worked; on his
feet; until the very hour when the light of this world is suddenly
withdrawn; and his eyes open upon the infinite life; beyond the infinite
worlds of space。
The festival took place on the 3rd of April of the year 1910; and was
touching in its simplicity。
What an unforgettable day in the life of Fabre! That morning the gate of
the Harmas was left open to all; and many of the people of Sérignan who
invaded the garden were able to look for the first time on the face of
their fellow…citizen; who had so long lived among them; and whom they had
now; to their astonishment; discovered。
But among the crowd of friends and admirers who; coming from all parts;
pressed around the little pink house; the most amazed of all was Marius;
the blind cabinet…maker; unable to contain his intense delight at the
sudden burning of so much incense before his idol; for to him it had seemed
that this day of apotheosis would never dawn!
For nothing was certain; although the day of the jubilee had long been
fixed。 In the first place there had been serious defections in the ranks of
the official personages who were to take part in the ceremony。 Then the
weather was terrible for the time of year; the spring had commenced
gloomily; a season of floods and catastrophes。 But on this morning the rain
of days had ceased to fall; and suddenly the sun appeared。
Among other compliments and marks of homage the old man was presented with
a golden plaque; on one side of which Sicard; who stood revealed as a
master of the burin; had engraved his portrait with rare fidelity。 The
reverse was resplendent with one of the most beautiful syntheses which the
history of art has known; a surprising allegory; in which the imagination
of the artist evoked the man of science; the singer of the insects; the
landscape which had seen the birth of so many little lives; and the village
amid the olive…trees; in front of the sun…steeped Ventoux。
At this festival; the jubilee of a scientist; the scientists were least
numerous。
The banquet was given in the large room of a cafe in the midst of Sérignan;
in order; no doubt; that in this humble life even glory should be modest。
As Fabre could not walk; he was helped into the carriage of ceremony; which
was sent expressly from Orange; and the little procession; which was
swelled by the municipal choral society; spurred on by Marius; moved slowly
off along the sole central street。
It was a great family repast: one of those love…feasts in which all
communicate in a single thought。
Edmond Perrier brought the naturalist the homage of the Institute; and
expressed in unaffected terms the just admiration which he himself felt。
The better to praise him; he gave a summary of his admirable career; and
his immortal work。 At the evocation of this long past of labour Fabre
regretted his poor vanished joys; 〃the sole moments of happiness in his
life。〃
Moved to tears; by his memories and by the simple and pious homage at last
rendered to his genius; he wept; and many; seeing him weep; wept with him。
Others spoke in the name of the great anonymous crowd of friends; of all
those who had found a source of infinite enjoyment in his works。 At the
same time the greatest writers; the greatest poets sent on the same day; at
the same hour; their salutation or eloquent messages to the 〃Virgil of the
insects〃 (16/21。); to the 〃good magician who knew the language of the
myriad little creatures of the fields。〃 (16/22。)
Doubtless he would sooner or later have received full justice; but without
this circumstance it is permissible to add that the end of his life would
have passed amidst the completest oblivion; and that he would have taken
leave of the world without attracting any particular attention。 His death
would have occurred unperceived; and when the little vault of Vaison stone;
up in the small square enclosure of pebbles which serves as the village
cemetery; where those he has loved await him; came to be opened for the
last time; they would hardly have troubled to close it again。
Yet the honours paid him were far from being such as he merited。
Why; at this jubilee of the greatest of the entomologists; was not a single
appointed representative of entomology present? (16/22。)
The fact is that the majority of those who 〃amid the living seek only for
corpses;〃 according to the expression of Bacon; unwilling to see in Fabre
anything more than an imaginative writer; and being themselves incapable of
understanding the beautiful and of distinguishing it in the true;
reproached him; perhaps with more jealousy than conviction; with having
introduced literature into the domains of science。
Other entomological specialists accuse him of presenting in the guise of
science discoveries which have been made by others。 But in the first place;
as he has read very little; he certainly did not know all that had been
done by others; and what matter if he had discovered nothing essential
concerning this or that insect if the result of his study of it has been to
impregnate it with something new; or to touch it with the breath of life?
Others; finally; who wished to see with their own eyes the proof of his
statements; have reproached him with a few errors; but he observed so
skilfully that these errors; if any have really slipped into his books;
cannot be very serious。
He was one of the glories of the University; but it failed to add to the
brilliance of this ceremony; and it is to be regretted that the Government
could not amid its temporary preoccupations have done with all the
spontaneity that might have been looked for the one thing which might on
this memorable date have atoned for its unjust obliviousness。 Since Duruy
had created Fabre a chevalier of the Empire more than forty years had gone
by; and in this long interval Fabre was absolutely ignored by the
authorities。 While the Stat