New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-06-26

and said: George Sand you the first writer who
lever brought back money TO me-" The poetess went
home disbeartened and threw the manuscript into the
fire. Some years eterward it found again
George Sand had burned other papers without know
ing il. She finished the romsnoe;-it was Pauline.
Some OF her friends assert that the romance
tusly burned, and that Pauline also wonderfully
escaped being buried, but that il is no. TO be con-
founded with the manuscript rejected by Buloz.
Indiana was bought by Partisan bookseller,
Roret, at price ndiculously small. He declares,
indeed that he paid thousand francs for the second
edition although be had bough, the full fee Of il at
first have inquired about this of several persons
who are very intimate with George Sand, but they
know nothing Of it.
It'll well known what revolution Indiana called
forth in the literary circles OF Paris. George Sand had
become renowned, and from that time commenced
the fabrications which since then have always
been heard wherever George Sand is the subject
of conversation. The intimate relation which had
subsisted between her and Jules Sandeau had lost
its strength, and he sought consolation and Lethe
in journey to Italy. In the Letters of q Tray-
eler we read the passage, cited by all biogra-
Pliers which refers touchingy TO his former friend;
"It troubles me little that / growing old but It
is very much TO me that am growing old alone. l
alone have not found the being with whom could
live and die, or if l did find her did not know how
10 retain her.
"There was an able artist whose name was ateet,
md who etched better than any other of s time.
He loved Marguerite Leconte, and taught her 10 etea
as well as he. She forrook all TO live with him.
At first she cursed the world; and then, az che
was POOR and m oldest, she forgot the world.
" Forty years afterward there was discovered in a
cottage in the suburbs, which was called me seaAtt,
FIJI Nh an old man, who etching with an old
woman whom he called his MlLeress, sitting at the
same table and etching aso
"The first idler WHO discovered that prodigy told
others of it, and fine people began to make pll,
qrimapes 10 the Beautiful Mill TO see the wonderful
pLenomenon-a forty-years' love-e Cherished and
lasting labor-a twin tslent-Philemon and Baucis in
the times of Pompadour and Dubany That was an
epoch-snd the wonderful pair had their hatteFers'
tier friends, their admirers their poets.
"Tbe pair died happily within few days aiter thati
the world had lost all Tor them The last design which
thew etched represented the Beautiful Mill before Mar
pucritcs lOuse. with this inscription: Cur rdHe per-
musorf Sabind diritias oDerosi0reSl
cit hangs in my room above portrait, the original
Of which no one here has seen. For year she who
left he that portrait sat every night at my table and
lived by the same labor as /. At break OF day we
agreed upon our work and ate az the same table,
while we talked of Art, of Love, and OF the Future
Tie Future has not kept Its promises 10 Us. " Mar
guere LocOnte pray for me-.
How touching are these last words the separated
friends: "They were not dead; the world had spoiled
"aup The world with its unhallowed touch
blasts many a happiness. Next to Indiana, Valentine
appeared then Jacques, and after that Lele. Who
dare determine how far her fate is portrayed in
these booksi So much lie certain-there runs through
them all such cry Of pain be uttered only by
those who have themselves known sorrow. Indiana
pictures an unfortunate wife in the power of brutal
husband, Valentine-the wife in conflict with the
cold and courty egoism Of polite man-of-the-
world. The unhappness of a marriage in which the
heart finds no answering heart, is q subject with
which woman like George Sand, shortly before
and after her divorce-suit against NJ. Dudeyant,
must have been intensely occupied. She wrote not
against marTiage-never against men, as jacques
shows There may have been time of bitter unde-
ception, Of great DISAGREEMENT, which has found
its most intense expression in the magnificent but
awful soul-chaos which passes by the name OF Lele.
With these romances closes the first period Of George
Sands activity She began to write for Art.
Andre, La Marquise, Lavinia, Metella and Mattea
appeared in rapid succession. Peace had returned TO
her heart and with il the fertility of her genius had
increased in wonderful measure. Andre is charming
romance-a side piece to Paul and Virginia. were it
not for that unpleasant enthusiasm Of the hero in the
final catastrophe, which is a physical impossblity,
and robs this book of its original character Hetea
she paid with her hearts blood. Simon Mauprat,
Leone Leoni, La derniere Adm, Les Maitres
Mosaistes, Pauline, and Tn Hiver hajorque, were
published between 1885 and 1887 Les Maitres
Mosaistes is indeed one of the most remarkable Of
books. George Sand saw the deep impression which
Paul and Virginia made upon her son while yet a
child. and she wished to give him romance without
q love.plot and with happy denouement. Her
mastery style stands out in more brilliant relief in
that romance than in some of her more admired and
more popular works
George Sand studied Lamennais; and in spite
of her creative genius her womanly receptivity is
shown whenever she comes in contact with any strong
soul, so we her this time also subject to the
powerful influence of the author Of the Paroles dun
Croyant She wrote the five letters to Marie which
astonished the literary world so much.
But this religious, enthusiastic mood did not last
long; and even during her visit to the Bslearc
Islands she wrote her philosophic romance, Spidion
in which she sets forth her old skeptcism with new
vigor
George Sand makes no secret of il that she has pro-
gressed during her life and that under changing nfu
ences she has been led along from one view of life to
another Indeed in the first pages of her seftod life
history we read $50 shall dare to speak without
" order and without continuity and even TO fall into
contradictions. Human nature is nothing but
tissue Of inconsistencies, and do not in the least,
not even in the very least believe in those men who
assert that they always are consistent with wha,
they were yesterday
Ifthis is true of the biograpber how much more Of
the noveist-of the poetess. The Poet is singing
bird and every impulse makes him sing. So says
another poet who understands that matter: This