Gallantry: Dizain des Fetes Galantes. James Branch Cabell

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       James Branch Cabell

      Gallantry: Dizain des Fetes Galantes

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066245603

Table of Contents

       THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY

       THE PROLOGUE

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       ACTORS ALL

       VI

       APRIL'S MESSAGE

       VII

       IN THE SECOND APRIL

       VIII

       HEART OF GOLD

       IX

       THE SCAPEGOATS

       X

       THE DUCAL AUDIENCE

       LOVE'S ALUMNI: THE AFTERPIECE

       LOVE'S ALUMNI

       THE EPILOGUE

      THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY

      THE PROLOGUE

      I SIMON'S HOUR

      II LOVE AT MARTINMAS

      III THE CASUAL HONEYMOON

      IV THE RHYME TO PORRINGER

      V ACTORS ALL

      VI APRIL'S MESSAGE

      VII IN THE SECOND APRIL

      VIII HEART OF GOLD

      IX THE SCAPEGOATS

      X THE DUCAL AUDIENCE

      LOVE'S ALUMNI: THE AFTERPIECE

      THE EPILOGUE

      THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY

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       TO MRS. GRUNDY

      Madam—It is surely fitting that a book which harks back to the manners of the second George should have its dedication and its patron. And these comedies claim naturally your protection, since it likewise appears a custom of that era for the poet to dedicate his book to his most influential acquaintance and the one least likely to value it.

      Indeed, it is as proper that the plaudits of great persons be reserved for great performances as it is undeniable these

      tiny pictures of that tiny time

       Aim little at the lofty and sublime.

      Yet cognoscenti still esteem it an error in the accomplished Shakespeare that he introduced a game of billiards into his portrayal of Queen Cleopatra's court; and the impropriety had been equal had I linked the extreme of any passion with an age and circle wherein abandonment to the emotions was adjudged bucolic, nay, Madam, the Eumenides were very terrifying at Delphi, no doubt, but deck them with paint, patch, and panniers, send them howling among the beau monde on the Pantiles, and they are only figures of fun; nor may, in reason, the high woes of a second Lear, or of a new Prometheus, be adequately lighted by the flambeaux of Louis Quinze.

      Conceive, then, the overture begun, and fear not, if the action of the play demand a lion, but that he shall be a beast of Peter Quince's picking. The ladies shall not be frighted, for our chief comedians will enact modish people of a time when gallantry prevailed.

      Now the essence of gallantry, I take it, was to accept the pleasures of life leisurely and its inconveniences with a shrug. As requisites, a gallant person will, of course, be "amorous, but not too constant, have a pleasant voice, and possess a talent for love-letters." He will always bear in mind that in love-affairs success is less the Ultima Thule of desire than its coup de grâce, and he will be careful never to admit the fact, especially to himself. He will value ceremony, but rather for its comeliness than for its utility, as one esteeming the lily, say, to be a more applaudable bulb than the onion. He will prink; and he will be at his best after sunset. He will dare to acknowledge the shapeliness of a thief's leg, to contend that the commission of murder does not necessarily impair the agreeableness of the assassin's conversation; and to insist that at bottom God is kindlier than the genteel would regard as rational. He will, in fine, sin on sufficient provocation, and repent within the moment, quite sincerely, and be not unconscionably surprised when he repeats the progression: and he will consider the world with a smile of toleration, and his own doings with a smile of honest amusement, and Heaven with a smile that is not distrustful.

      This particular attitude toward life may have its merits, but it is not conducive to meticulous morality; therefore, in advance, I warn you that my Dramatis Personæ will in their display of the cardinal virtues evince a certain parsimony. Theirs were, in effect, not virtuous days. And the great man who knew these times au fond, and loved them, and wrote of them as no other man may ever hope to do, has said of these same times, with perfect truth:

      "Fiddles sing all through them; wax-lights, fine dresses, fine jokes, fine plate, fine equipages, glitter and sparkle: never was there such a brilliant, jigging, smirking Vanity Fair. But wandering through that city of the dead, that dreadfully selfish time, through those godless intrigues and feasts, through those crowds, pushing, and eager, and struggling—rouged, and lying, and fawning—I have wanted some one to be friends with. I have said, Show me some good person about that Court; find me, among those selfish courtiers, those dissolute gay people, some one being that I can love and regard." And Thackeray confesses that, for all his research, he could not find anybody living irreproachably, at this especial period. …

      Where a giant fails one may in reason hesitate to essay. I present, then, people who, as people normally do, accepted their times and made the best