Voltaire in His Letters
"It seems to me," said George Eliot, "much better to read a man's own writings, than to read what others say about him, especially when the man is first-rate and the others third-rate."\ In these words lie perhaps the best reason for a translation of the Letters of Voltaire.\ S. G. Tallentyre is the author of The Life of Mirabeau, The Life of Voltaire, and The Friends of Voltaire.
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free.This is an OCR edition with typos.Excerpt from book:us: our love is founded on esteem and will only die with our life. You had better tell the shoemaker to order the chaise—no, on second thoughts I had rather you did not trust him: I will wait for you at the end of your road. Goodbye: all I risk for you is nothing: you are worth infinitely more. Goodbye, my dear heart. Arouet. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE . To Mdlle. Dunoyer [Five days after writing this letter, Arouet was despatched back to Paris and to his father, as incorrigible.] The Hague, December 13,1713. I only heard yesterday, my dear, that you were ill—as a result of all the worry I have given you. Alas! that I should be at once the cause of your sufferings and powerless to relieve them! I have never felt so keen a grief—and I have never so thoroughly deserved one: I do not know what is the matter with you: everything adds to my fears: you love me, and do not write to me—I knowfrom that you must be really ill. What a melancholy position for two lovers to be in!—one in bed, the other a prisoner. I should implore you to get better, if you had it in your power to do me that favour: but at least you can take care of yourself, and that is the greatest pleasure you can give me. I believe I have begged you in every letter I have ever written to you to take care of your dear health. I could bear all my own misfortunes joyfully if you could get the better of yours. My departure is again postponed. M. de M , who has forced himself into my room, forbids me to go on writing. Goodbye, goodbye, my dear heart! May you be as happy for ever as I am miserable now! Goodbye, my dear; try to write to me. Arouet. THE END OF A PASSION To Mdlle. Dunoyer [Directly he was back in Paris, the lover brought all his fervid energies to bear on a scheme for getting Pimpet...
\ us: our love is founded on esteem and will only die with our life. You had better tell the shoemaker to order the chaise—no, on second thoughts I had rather you did not trust him: I will wait for you at the end of your road. Goodbye: all I risk for you is nothing: you are worth infinitely more. Goodbye, my dear heart. Arouet. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE . To Mdlle. Dunoyer [Five days after writing this letter, Arouet was despatched back to Paris and to his father, as incorrigible.] The Hague, December 13,1713. I only heard yesterday, my dear, that you were ill—as a result of all the worry I have given you. Alas! that I should be at once the cause of your sufferings and powerless to relieve them! I have never felt so keen a grief—and I have never so thoroughly deserved one: I do not know what is the matter with you: everything adds to my fears: you love me, and do not write to me—I knowfrom that you must be really ill. What a melancholy position for two lovers to be in!—one in bed, the other a prisoner. I should implore you to get better, if you had it in your power to do me that favour: but at least you can take care of yourself, and that is the greatest pleasure you can give me. I believe I have begged you in every letter I have ever written to you to take care of your dear health. I could bear all my own misfortunes joyfully if you could get the better of yours. My departure is again postponed. M. de M , who has forced himself into my room, forbids me to go on writing. Goodbye, goodbye, my dear heart! May you be as happy for ever as I am miserable now! Goodbye, my dear; try to write to me. Arouet. THE END OF A PASSION To Mdlle.Dunoyer [Directly he was back in Paris, the lover brought all his fervid energies to bear on a scheme for getting Pimpet...
