a common admiration for locke and newton cemented his attachment to the marquise du chatelet, a lady distinguished from others of her age by her love of the sciences. with her voltaire lived for over fifteen years at the chateau of cirey, in campagne, “far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife,” and, as voltaire phrased it, “nine miles from a lemon.” voltaire was at the outset forty and madame twenty-seven, neither handsome nor well-formed, yet pleasing. she united learning with a zest for pleasure, and with the handsome fortune which voltaire brought to the establishment was enabled to satisfy both tastes. life at cirey was varied by jaunts to paris, brussels and sceaux, at which last place he wrote zadig, one of his lightest and most characteristic burlesque stories.
madame du chàtelet has been much laughed at; but in the days when ladies take prizes in mathematics, that should be a thing of the past. hard intellectual labor rather than the pursuit of pleasure characterised life at cirey, or rather its inmates found their pleasure in their work. madame would be translating newton or studying leibnitz. her mathematical tutor worked at physical science in a gallery which had been built expressly for him. voltaire would be aiding each in turn, or, ever faithful to his first love the drama, occupied with the writing or production of a tragedy or comedy for the theatre also attached to the premises. his production was as ever incessant. at the time of his first settlement there, pope’s essay on man had been published. it suggested a discourse on man, in which he sought not to justify the ways of god to man, but to make man contented with his lot, not vainly inquiring into the why and wherefore of things. with madame he wrote elements of the newtonian philosophy, a work highly praised by lord brougham, who says: “the power of explaining an abstract subject in easy and accurate language, language not in any way beneath the dignity of science, though quite suited to the comprehension of uninformed persons, is unquestionably shown in a manner which only makes it a matter of regret that the singularly gifted author did not carry his torch into all the recesses of natural philosophy.” the french government, despite the influence of aristocratic friends, refused to print a work opposed to the system of descartes, and the volume had to be printed in holland. for madame, who despised the “old almanack” histories then current, in place of which voltaire aimed at producing something more profitable to the readers, he wrote his essay on the manners and spirit of nations, in which for the first time in modern literature he applied philosophy to the teaching of history. he dissipated the dull dreams and deceits of the monks, and fixed attention on the real condition of things. with voltaire, the commonest invention which improves the human lot is of more importance than battles and sieges. he gives importance to the physical and intellectual improvement of man. brougham remarks that voltaire’s philosophy of history was written as a prelude to the essay on the spirit of nations, but the whole work deserves that title. buckle classes him with bolingbroke and montesquieu, the fathers of modern history, and all sceptics; and even now, says lecky, no historian can read him without profit. other contributions to history were the history of charles xii., a masterpiece of vivid and vigorous narrative, and the age of louis xiv. it was here he wrote his too famous pucelle, which he afterwards described as “piggery,” as well as some of the most famous of his plays, including. ilzire, zuline, l'enfant prodigue, mahomet and mérope, the best of his tragedies. with that impish spirit in which he ever delighted, he induced the pope to accept the dedication of his play of mahomet, and then laughed at his infallible holiness for being unable to see that the shafts supposed to be directed at the impostor of arabia were really aimed at fanaticism in another quarter.
to his first and last love, the french theatre, voltaire contributed nearly sixty pieces, the majority of which are tragedies. zaire and mérope suffice to show the excellence he obtained in the classic drama. the first-named was written in three weeks, a wonderful tour de force. olympic—written in old age—occupied but six days, though in this we must agree with the friend who told the author that he should not have rested on the seventh day. voltaire’s plays indeed contain occasional fine passages, but they have not the rich delineation of character necessary for works of the first rank. it has been well remarked that in his dramas, as in history, he sought to portray not so much individuals as epochs. in mahomet his subject is a great fanaticism; in alzire, the conquest of america; in brutus, the formation of the roman power; in the death of c?sar, the rise of the empire or the ruin of that power. it is noteworthy that, despite his excess of comic talent, voltaire preferred to devote his mind to tragedy rather than to comedy, in which one might have fancied he would have excelled. in truth, his desire to support the dignity of the stage stood in the way of his shining in comedy. voltaire also at this period wrote a life of molière, in which he mingled criticism with biography.
madame de grafigny, who visited at cirey, says he was so greedy of his time, so intent upon his work, that it was sometimes necessary to tear him from his desk for supper. “but when at table, he always has something to tell, very facetious, very odd, very droll, which would often not sound well except in his mouth, and which shows him still as he has painted himself for us—
toujours un pied dans le cercueil,
de l’autre faisant des gambades.”(1)
ever one foot in the grave,
and gambolling with the other.
“to be seated beside him at supper, how delightful!” she adds. voltaire at cirey was out of harm’s way, and could and did devote himself to his natural bent in literary work. madame du chatelet was sometimes “gey ill to live with.” but she preserved him from many annoyances and helped him somewhat at court. thanks to the duc de richelieu, his patron and debtor, he was appointed historiographer-royal in 1745, with a salary of two thousand livres attached, and in the following year was elected one of the forty of the french academy.
his life with madame du chatelet had shown him the possibility of woman being man’s intellectual companion. with what scorn does he make a lady, who claims equal rights in the matter of divorce with her husband, say:
“my husband replies that he is my head and my superior, that he is taller than me by more than an inch, that he is hairy as a bear, and that, consequently, i owe him everything and that he owes me nothing.” this was long before woman’s rights were thought of.
voltaire and frederick the great.
while still at cirey, voltaire received many a flattering invitation from the prince royal of prussia. their correspondence, in the words of carlyle, “sparkles notably with epistolary grace and vivacity,” though now mainly interesting as an illustration of two memorable characters and of their century. voltaire helped him with his anti-machiavelli, remarking afterwards that had machiavelli had a prince for a pupil, the very first thing he would have advised him to do would have been so to write. frederick was bent on having the personal acquaintance and attendance of the renowned poet and philosopher. much incense and mutual admiration passed, and at length, when he ascended the throne, voltaire paid him several visits. on one occasion it was a diplomatic one, to cement a union between france and prussia. macaulay sneers at this “childish craving for political distinction,” and frederick remarks that he brought no credentials with him. the correspondence and mutual admiration continued. carlyle characteristically says: “admiration sincere on both sides, most so on the prince's, and extravagantly expressed on both sides, most so on voltaire’s.” in one of his letters, frederick says “there can be in nature but one god and one voltaire.” if voltaire was more extravagant than this, at least the paint was laid on more delicately. frederick’s flattery, indeed, was not very carefully done. thus, in writing to voltaire he says: “you are like the white elephant for which the king of persia and the great mogul make war; and the possession of which forms one of their titles. if you come here you will see at the head of mine, ‘frederick by the grace of god, king of prussia, elector of brandenburg, possessor of voltaire, &c., &c.’” but the marquise du chàtelet considered that no king should displace a lady. she loved him; “jamais pour deux” she says; and perhaps, at the bottom of her heart, regretted the reputation which must have been ever a rival. at her death, frederick renewed his invitation, expressing himself as now “one of your oldest friends,” and voltaire, cut loose from his moorings, submitted to be tempted to the atmosphere of a court which he had before found little suited to a lover of truth, justice, and liberty.
the first of these visits, in september 1740, is thus satirically described by voltaire: “i was conducted into his majesty’s apartment, in which i found nothing but four bare walls. by the light of a wax candle i perceived a small truckle bed, two feet and a half wide, in a closet, upon which lay a little man, wrapped up in a morning gown of blue cloth. it was his majesty, who lay sweating and shaking, beneath a beggarly coverlet, in a violent ague fit. i made my bow, and began my acquaintance by feeling his pulse, as if i had been his first physician. the fit left him, and he rose, dressed himself, and sat down to table with algarotti, keizerling, maupertuis, the ambassador to the states-general, and myself; where, at supper, we treated most profoundly on the immortality of the soul, natural liberty, and the androgynes of plato.” frederick says, in a letter to jordan, dated september 24th: “i have at length seen voltaire, whom i was so anxious to become acquainted with; but, alas! i saw him when i was under the influence of my fever, and when my mind and my body were equally languid. now, with persons like him, one must not be ill; on the contrary, one must be very well, and even, if possible, in better health than usual. he has the eloquence of cicero, the mildness of pliny, and the wisdom of agrippa: he unites, in a word, all that is desirable of the virtues and talents of three of the greatest men of antiquity. his intellect is always at work; and every drop of ink that falls from his pen, is transformed at once into wit. he declaimed to us mahomet, an admirable tragedy he has composed, which transported us with delight: for myself, i could only admire in silence.”
the intercourse and disruption of the friendship between voltaire and frederick—“the two original men of their century,” as carlyle calls them—has been inimitably told by that great writer whose temperament and training enabled him to do so much justice to the one and so little to the other. voltaire must be excused for wishing to lead the king in the path of reason and enlightened toleration to peace. but the court of potsdam was in truth no place for him, and the frenchmen not unnaturally regarded him as a deserter. macaulay says: “we have no hesitation in saying that the poorest author of that time in london, sleeping in a hulk, dining in a cellar with a cravat of paper and a skewer for a shirt-pin, was a happier man than any of the literary inmates of frederick’s court.” voltaire’s position was sure to excite jealousy, and his scathing wit was bound to get him in trouble. he could touch up the king’s french verses for a consideration, but could not be kept from laughing at his poetry. “i have here a bundle of the king’s dirty linen to bleach,” he said once, pointing to the mss. sent to him for correction; and the bearers of course conveyed the sarcasm to his majesty. on the other side voltaire heard from julien offray de la mettrie, author of man a machine, whom voltaire called the most frank atheist in europe, that the king had said: “i still want voltaire for another year—one sucks the orange before throwing away the skin.” that orange-skin stuck in voltaire’s throat, and when atheist la mettrie died 11th november,
1751, from eating a pie supposed to be of pheasant but in reality of eagle and pork, voltaire observes: “i should have liked to put to la mettrie, in the article of death, fresh inquiries about the orange-skin. that fine soul, on the point of quitting the world, would not have dared to-lie. there is much reason to suppose that he spoke the truth.” voltaire could neither submit to the domination of the court coterie nor to that of their master. he offended frederick, not so much by writing as by publishing his merciless ridicule of maupertuis, the president of the berlin academy of sciences—an institution suggested by voltaire, who had indeed recommended maupertuis as president—in his inimitable diatribe of doctor akakia, physician to the pope, which macaulay says, even at this time of day, it is not easy for any person who has the least perception of the ridiculous to read without laughing till he cries. but a public insult to the president of his academy was an insult to the king, and the work was publicly burnt and voltaire placed under arrest. but the matter blew over, though voltaire sent back his cross and key of office, which the king returned. voltaire wisely tried to rid himself of the intolerable constraint, and made ill-health the pretext of flight, going first to plombières to take the waters. but he could not resist sending another shot at poor maupertuis; and the king, perhaps considering he had forfeited claim to consideration, resolved to punish him. at frankfort, nominally a free city but really dominated by a prussian resident, he was arrested, together with his niece madame denis, and detained in an inn, even after he had given up his gold key as chamberlain, his cross and ribbon of the order of merit, and his copy of a privately printed volume of the royal rhymester’s poetry, for which he was ordered to be arrested. the volume was evidently the most important article in such mischievous hands, especially as it was said to contain satires on reigning potentates. voltaire had left it at leipsic, and had to wait, guarded by soldiers, till it arrived, and also till the king’s permission was accorded him to pass on to france. voltaire relieved his rage by composing what he called memoirs of the life of m. de voltaire, in which all the king’s faults and foibles, real and imaginary, as well as his literary pretensions, were unsparingly ridiculed. frederick forgave voltaire for having been ill-used by him, and some time after took the first step in reconciliation by sending him back the volume of poems. an amicable correspondence was renewed, though probably each felt they were better at a distance. voltaire, even while he kept in his desk this libellous life which perhaps he never, intended to publish, was generous and far-sighted enough to seek to make peace between prussia and france at a time when frederick was at the lowest ebb of his fortunes; while frederick was great enough to permit the free circulation of the libel in berlin. morley says: “to have really contributed in the humblest degree, for instance, to a peace between prussia and her enemies, in 1759, would have been an immeasurably greater performance for mankind than any given book which voltaire could have written. and, what is still better worth observing, voltaire’s books would not have been the powers they were but for this constant desire in him to come into the closest contact with the practical affairs of the world.” “what sovereign in europe do you fear the most?” was once asked of frederick, who frankly replied “le roi voltaire,” for here he knew was a potentate whose kingdom had no bounds, and who would transmit his influence to posterity. frederick lived to pronounce a panegyric upon him before the berlin academy, in the year of his death. “the renown of voltaire,” he predicted, “will grow from age to age, transmitting his name to immortality.”
