The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-13
LOVE LETTERS OF pA1zAc.
Seen to Be Published Here, and q Reve-
lation Of Real Heart History.

From the New York Advertiser.
They are soon 70 be published in this
country, and three-score years after they
were written the passionate pages in which
the great Houore exhaled his fiery soul will
be found as fresh and vital as when be
penned them Ia the intervals of his ire
mendous toll Never was heart history
more pathetic, poignant, touching that that
which we read in these Letters to an Tn
known Lady" the mysterious Eva, whom
he was to wed half a generation after her
anectlonate homage had won his heart and
TRANSPORTED his intellect.
1t was while she was uuknown-the only
mystery in the legend of adOring feminine
correspondents who assailsd him with
their pertumed missives-that he wrote to
| her with most tenderness, and lavished
upon her the miraculous treasures OF
his rich nature, hungry for sympathy and
affection. One gets a clear idea of the way
BalZac worked from the frequent illusions
IN these letters to his prOtracted toll. Many
OF the epistles were dashed of after the
novelist had written for twelve, fourteen
or even sixteen hours at stretch. Fancy
the steel-like endurance of the brain and
body which were fresh after such astonish-
inn literary feats, TO promenade I'M
wearidly in the gardens OF love and ro-
nance, and to pour forth the most tender
and exalted passion!
bdALdC Created WnOle new VOCd Oulary
OF affection for the Eva of these letters
| Untranslatable, vivid and volcanic, the en-
| dear1ng diminutives and delicious love
names which he bestowed upon her are
alone sufficient TO render the letters fasci-
mating to all women. This monk of litera-
ture, wearing out his exuberant and extra
ordinary vitality In portraying the Human
Comedy" and filling his dazzling volumes
with the depraved types taken from the
corrupt society around him was chaste in
thought and life in all these years through
which the correspondence runs, and gave
to the lady who was so fortunate as to win
his confidence the noblest proofs OF sin
certify and freshness of heart. Like the
consummate artist that he was, around the
declarations of his fame he drew all kinds
OF delicious arabesques and garlands, fan
tastlc and eccentric Images, and variations
upon the one eternal and immortal theme
OF love, until he made the Letters lexi-
con for lovers, perpetual fountain of in
splratlon for all who are proud to languish
for their Lauras.
But this is not all The Letters to an
Unknown Lady, show US Balzac in his robe
de chambre as he has never been shown
before. They unveil for US the somber and
barren chamber of toll in which the magi-
clan lived. ate and slept, disdaniug pleas
ure, comfort, or even decent repose What
novelist of our epoch has ever written
steadily sixteen hours per day, week in
ana week out, dining at >, then going in
stantly to bed and willing himself to
sleep" to arise at midnight and, with no
other refreshment than black coffee write
round the clock'' to 5 again? Balzac not
only did this, but he wound up each glori-
Gus day with letter full of exquisite ten
derness ana a host of Interesting personal
details TO his Eva" And in this inferno
of work dozen of mis- chefs d'oeuvre were
born.
The Love Letters" are full of the re-
cltal of BalZac's financial vexations and
harassments. Like Walter Scott, asso-
ciated In some degree with The publishers
who brought his novels to light, he knew
bitterly anxious hours, even when at the
hight of literary Success One letter to
! Eva contains an amusing story of an ex-
petition which he had made for the re-
newal of some notes that he could not paw
During his desperate rounds in search of
help he met M. de Roth schild. That
financial magnate pressed him to take a
seat in his carriage, congra tulated him on
the growth of his reputation. and inquired
with sUlicitude what he could do for him
81 smiled, wrote Balzac, las thought of
my mission to save. my note from going to
! protest, but was too proud to make use of
M. de Rothschild.n
When Balzac was dying Victor Hugo
said: Europe is losing a great soul" If
any doubt Balzac's greatness of soul, or feel
desire to comprehend the combination of
childlike frankness and complex creative
power which clothed his genius let them
read these Love Letters" written to the
darling of his beart-to the woman des-
tined to be the consolation of his failing
hours.