“ One day when the latter had thrown aside, in a passion, a book which wearied him, José picked it up, and, turning it round, looked at it with a sigh."You are very fortunate," said Francisco, "in not knowing how to read or write, for you are not forced to learn lessons.""Ah!" replied José, "that is my greatest grief: it is you who are fortunate in having the opportunity of learning. Oh, if you would but teach me to draw!""Yes, yes!" cried Francisco, enchanted at the idea: "I will be your master; but take care if you do not do well—upon the knuckles, my lad!" ”
Madame Guizot
Summary
"Popular Tales" by Madame Guizot is a collection of narrative stories exploring themes of duty, familial responsibility, and moral development, set against 18th-century social contexts. Through characters like José, Nanette, and Cecilia, the tales examine the tensions between personal ambitions and societal expectations, often highlighting the struggles of individuals navigating relationships with figures such as aunts and mentors.
The text underscores virtues like patience and self-sacrifice, as seen in dialogues emphasizing the significance of familial duties. Synthesizing its essence, the work weaves instructive lessons into character-driven narratives, reflecting the era’s moral and social concerns.
Quotes from Popular Tales (Madame Guizot)
“ If I were to become peevish, morose, and difficult to please, tell me, Louis, would you be obliged to retain any regard for me?""Oh! my dear mother!" cried Louis, wounded at such a supposition."My child," replied his mother, "when we once believe that we may quarrel with our duties, because they are difficult, there is none of them that may not be brought into question, for there is none of them, the fulfilment of which may not at some period or other occasion us some inconvenience. Do you not think a nephew owes to his aunt, and an aged aunt, respect and complaisance?" ”
“ Nadir's grief was increased by these words, when he saw what virtue he had condemned; but, at the same time, the sight of so much virtue filled his mind with an ineffable pleasure, and his grief passed away with his tears. In the fulness of his joy, he said to the virtuous man, "Thou art my brother;" and prostrating himself again, he raised his thoughts to heaven, saying, "Oh! God, thou livest in us. The perfection in which thou delightest exists in thyself. It is thy own happiness which thou communicatest to man, when his soul is lifted up in ecstasy at the sight of virtue. ”
