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    Mathematicians in America

    March 18, 2020 by Will Morrisey

    David Lindsay Roberts: Republic of Numbers: Unexpected Stories of Mathematical Americans through History. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 2019.

     

    One might say that David Lindsay Roberts has written a ‘lost’ chapter of Tocqueville’s Democracy in America. Tocqueville does write generally on American intellectual life of the 1830s, especially education. He judges that New England remained at the forefront of American regions at that time, having been founded two centuries before by a population of immigrants among whom “there was a greater mass of enlightenment… than within any European nation of our day” (emphasis added). That is, despite the ‘secular’ Enlightenment of the European eighteenth century, still a matter of contention in Tocqueville’s lifetime, New Englanders of the 1630s were on a whole a better-educated group. The Puritans established a publicly-supported school system dedicated to teaching the Bible. “In America, it is religion that leads to enlightenment; it is the observance of divine laws that guides men to freedom.”

    Being mostly Protestants, Americans then and now don’t restrict Bible learning to a spiritual aristocracy. “Primary instruction there is within the reach of each,” although “higher instruction is within the reach of almost no one.” All Americans “can readily procure for themselves the first elements of human knowledge.” These included reading, writing, arithmetic; the doctrines and proofs of one’s own religious sect; the history of the United States and of one’s own American state; and the federal and state constitutions. And New England was not alone. Although the southern and western Americans didn’t put as much emphasis on education as New Englanders did, they too took care to establish schools and churches, read newspapers, and participate in civic life (inasmuch as “genuine enlightenment arises principally from experience”). Even on the western frontier, “I do not believe that so great an intellectual movement is produced in the most enlightened and populated cantons of France.” In all this Americans reinforced their regime: “One cannot doubt that in the United States the instruction of the people serves powerfully to maintain a democratic republic.” Indeed, “in the United States, the sum of men’s education is directed toward politics,” whereas in largely undemocratic, unrepublican Europe education’s “principle goal is to prepare for private life.” With broad-based participation in public life precluded, education can have no other object.

    In all the many pages of Tocqueville’s Democracy one finds no mention of American mathematics or mathematicians. As Roberts shows, there wasn’t much for him to write about at that time. Of the twenty-three “mathematical Americans” he considers, only two had come to public prominence by the time Tocqueville visited in 1831-32. Mathematics in America wouldn’t begin to mature until after the Civil War. When it did, it exhibited so many of the marks of the American regime Tocqueville had described that it is easy to imagine how unsurprised Tocqueville would have been at the worries and opportunities Roberts’s mathematicians faced. He had, after all, titled one of his chapters, “Why the Americans Apply Themselves to the Practice of the Sciences Rather than to the Theory.” “It is evident that in democratic countries the interests of individuals as well as the security of the state requires that the education of the greatest number be scientific, commercial, and industrial rather than literary.” America is a commercial as well as a democratic republic.

    During the years of the American founding, mathematical education in America didn’t amount to much, if judged by European standards. There was no advanced mathematical research. Americans who used math were surveying land and navigating ships—engaged in conquest and commerce, acquisition of property. John Adams and Thomas Jefferson saw the beauty of higher mathematics, but did not commend its appreciation to the average citizen. Their younger contemporary, Nathaniel Bowditch, grew up in Salem, Massachusetts when it was the sixth-largest city in the country, a center of merchant shipping that already took New Englanders as far as Asia. Having left school at the age of ten to work in his father’s barrel shop, Bowditch taught himself math and science thanks to Salem’s library, which had a collection of science books captured at sea in 1780. Bowditch himself went on five voyages on the merchant ships around the turn of the century. Captains on such expeditions needed to calculate their longitude and latitude, typically consulting The New Practical Navigator by the Englishman John Hamilton Moore. Bowditch made substantial corrections to this book—so many that the American publisher “took Moore’s name off and put Bowditch’s name on, while altering the title to New American Navigator.” (“Copyright in the early United States was only casually observed, especially for books originating in the country from which the United States had so recently emancipated itself.”) The mathematical topic navigators need is trigonometry, which enables the navigator find his location at sea by measuring the distance of the ship from its port in relation to the North Star, the one fixed point in the sky. Given the curvature of the earth, this can work precisely “for short distances,” but Bowditch introduced refinements that overcame the problem, for practical purposes.

    Practical purposes animated Bowditch throughout his life, as he retired from seafaring and entered the insurance business, where his skills were equally useful and more lucrative. Two decades later he joined the Harvard Corporation and assisted in righting the College’s shaky finances. And he hired a Harvard student named Benjamin Peirce to translate an important French math text; Peirce would go on to teach astronomy and mathematics at his alma mater, “recognized as a major national figure in science and mathematics in the United States, a status to which Nathaniel Bowditch, for all his talent, never seems to have truly aspired.” In his day, government and commerce were simply more needed, and consequently more prestigious, than academic studies.

    If Bowditch represents the commercial side of American mathematics in the decades after the Founding, Sylvanus Thayer represents its military side. Thayer had two undergraduate degrees, one from Dartmouth and the other from West Point. He helped to design coastal fortifications during the War of 1812. In 1815, in the aftermath of the war, Secretary of War James Monroe sent the Thayer, now a brevet officer, to inspect military facilities in France. He returned to take command of West Point two years later. During the eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries military engineers “were the intellectuals of the battlefield,” not only designing fortifications but measuring distances and “pondering the angles of impinging forces”—”the ones who defined the environment” of battles. Roberts recalls that no less a commander than Napoleon, “himself an accomplished student of mathematics,” collaborated with the mathematician Gaspard Monge, throughout the General’s career, “a rare and possibly unique relationship between a first-class mathematician and a powerful political leader.”

    While Monge was a theoretical pioneer in mathematics—effectively inventing the field of descriptive geometry, whereby three-dimensional objects can be depicted in two-dimensional figures—the less brilliant but eminently practical American followed not Monge’s example but the example of the École Polytechnique in Paris, which he’d visited during his stay in France. “Whereas Frederick the Great’s Berlin Academy… had employed mathematicians to glorify the sovereign and sometimes to provide technical advice to the government, the Polytechnique explicitly gave mathematicians the mission of teaching and examining the new generation, thus exerting an influence beyond the achievements of any one person, or any one generation of scholars.” The despotic Enlightenment of Frederick’s Prussia deployed mathematics in service to a monarchic regime; the Polytechnique, “founded in 1794 by the Revolutionary government,” served the purposes of a democratic republic. Thayer, along with almost all other Americans, and very much in line with the democratic-republican Madison and Monroe administrations, set the American military academy on a mission to teach. As it did: West Point graduates would go on to write math textbooks and to teach in many colleges and high schools across the country. At the behest of President Monroe’s Secretary of War, John C. Calhoun, West Pointers began to design the roads, bridges, and canals needed not only in military expeditions but in western expansion generally. Civil engineering worked with military engineering to carry Americans west to the Mississippi and beyond. Thayer stayed at the Point or sixteen years, longer than any other superintendent before or since. “Consequently, his impact lingered long,” long after he resigned in irritation at the rather anti-academic tendencies of President Jackson’s administration. One of his most prominent hires, civil engineering professor Dennis Hart Mahan, named his son after his patron. Alfred Thayer Mahan went on to “become the greatest theorist of naval power of his time,” effectively the founder of the American school of geopolitics. Geopolitics requires precise mapping, which requires precise measurement or mathematical calculation. In this sense, Sylvanus was the step-grandfather of American geopolitics.

    By far the most famous American Roberts recalls is Abraham Lincoln. No mathematician (having received altogether about twelve months of formal schooling—somewhat beyond the average U.S. citizen of his time), Lincoln was nonetheless profoundly influenced by mathematics. His first non-manual employment was as a surveyor in the years 1833-36. He was “respected for his work,” but his ambitions far transcended it. He began his political and legal careers at the same time, and eventually found a way of bringing the three kinds of knowledge together. By the 1840s, now an experienced lawyer, a former state legislator, and a former member of Congress, Lincoln began to reflect on what it means to prove an argument, and to do it in a way that will convince juries and voters. “He had gleaned that such certainty was a central feature of mathematics in general, and that the Elements of Euclid in particular was considered by many to be the epitome of demonstrative reasoning.” And so he taught himself the Euclidean proofs, which consist of definitions, postulates (things to be done), axioms (things to be thought), and theorems (the results of syllogisms constructed of postulates and axioms). To be certain, the truths of plane geometry must be founded upon postulates and axioms that are ‘self-evident’ or undeniable. Lincoln then saw that the Declaration of Independence was a logical syllogism, analogous to a Euclidean proof, drawing its conclusion (“these colonies are, and ought to be, free and independent states”) from self-evident propositions (“all men are created equal,” that is, “endowed with certain unalienable rights”). Hence Lincoln’s celebrated phrase in the Gettysburg Address, that by their Declaration Americans dedicated themselves “to the proposition that all men are created equal”—a striking example of using mathematical language to vindicate the principles of the American regime.

    As a professional historian of mathematics in a country that has come to deny fixed principles derived from the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God, Roberts is quick to jump in to object that Lincoln, “like almost all Americans then and now, had no conception of mathematics as a living, growing activity.” “He was learning what appeared to him as a fixed body of incontestable knowledge.” But in Lincoln’s lifetime “a small network of advanced mathematicians in Europe were indeed questioning” Euclidean geometry, doubting that Euclid’s fifth postulate—that “two straight lines, which intersect one another, cannot be both parallel to the same straight line”—is necessarily so, genuinely self-evident. A non-Euclidean geometry was possible; “Euclid’s geometry might not necessarily offer the best description of physical reality.” Albert Einstein “would fully exploit this new standpoint in his general theory of relativity.”

    Further, the discovery/invention of non-Euclidean geometry shows that mathematics doesn’t stand still; it changes. It has a history. At the Johns Hopkins University, founded in the decade after Lincoln’s murder, historicism and the mathematics of a nature that changes would be brought together, issuing politically in Progressivism, the claim that human rights derive not from permanent natural principles but from the process of evolution, and in the valorization of government by bureaucracy—an administrative state, staffed by experts, wielding knowledge often derived from the mathematical field of statistics, guiding the direction of historical progress and the attendant evolution of rights produced in its course. Whether the undeniable (one might say, almost self-evident) progress of mathematical and scientific knowledge means that the principles of nature are themselves ‘progressive,’ evolutionary-historical; and whether those aspects of nature than (again, undeniably) do change over time alter the principles of human right remains a vexed question—one that Roberts doesn’t address here, having other fish to fry.

    Roberts exhibits one of the characteristics of the changing conception, if not reality, of rights by including Catherine Beecher in his survey. Because he didn’t consult Tocqueville, however, he underestimates the status of women in the America of Beecher’s time. “In almost all Protestant countries,” Tocqueville writes, “girls are infinitely more mistresses of their action than in Catholic peoples.” Moreover, “in the United States, the doctrines of Protestantism come to combine with a very fee constitution and a very democratic social state; and nowhere is the girl more promptly or more completely left to herself.” Even as a child, the American girl “already thinks for herself, speaks freely, and acts alone,” quickly coming to consider the world “with a firm and tranquil eye.” “The American woman never entirely ceases to be mistress of herself”—as much a model of self-government in her own way as an American man is in his way. “Although Americans are a very religious people, they have not relied on religion alone to defend the virtue of woman; they have sought to arm her reason” as well, providing “a democratic education to safeguard woman from the perils with which the institutions and mores of democracy surround her.” Miss Beecher exemplified the type.

    Daughter of prominent Boston clergyman Lyman Beecher, Catherine Beecher founded the Western Female Institute in 1833 in Cincinnati, where her family had moved the previous year. She later returned to New England, founding the Hartford Female Seminary in Hartford, Connecticut. For classroom use, she published a math textbook, along with other books “she could then use in her school.” Most of her books were not widely adopted, although her 1841 Treatise on Domestic Economy enjoyed many reprintings; in it, she aimed at “put[ting] a woman’s work in the home on the same footing as academic subjects,” and she undoubtedly succeeded in advancing what would later be called ‘home economics’ as a longtime staple of secondary-school education. Overall, however, it must be said her relatives and acquaintances far exceeded her own influence and renown. Not only her father but her sister, Harriet (author of Uncle Tom’s Cabin), her friend, William McGuffey (author of the famous Reader), and even her husband, Alexander Metcalf Fisher, (professor of mathematics and natural philosophy at Yale and “a leading light of the as yet tiny community of American academic mathematicians), surpassed her own respectable but modest achievements. But Roberts understands that to write history in the United States in the first quarter of the twentieth century brings with it a solemn obligation of race-class-gender ‘inclusiveness,’ an obligation he does not neglect to fulfill.

    Born in the next generation of Americans, Josiah Willard Gibbs proved another sort altogether. Professor of mathematical physics at Yale, “Gibbs is often considered the greatest American scientist of the nineteenth century and indeed one of the world’s greatest scientists,” a man of whom Einstein himself “spoke glowingly.” In 1861 Yale was the first American college to award a PhD; Gibbs received his two years later. He then went to Europe, where he attended lectures in math and science in Berlin, Heidelberg, and Paris (he was also a linguist), returning to teach at Yale in 1869. There he mentored several prominent American mathematicians and physicists. Gibbs’s specialty was thermodynamics, yet another iteration of the science of change, inasmuch as it is “fundamentally concerned with irreversible processes,” such as entropy. (Roberts aptly illustrates the point by citing one of novelist Thomas Pynchon’s characters, Thermodynamic Officer Chick Counterfly, who remarks, “You can’t de-roast a turkey,” an excellent example of the Second Law of Thermodynamics.) Gibbs showed that the principles of thermodynamics could be expressed with geometric figures, using these “pictorial representations to offer a more comprehensive”—and more comprehensible—”understanding of phase transitions among solid, liquid, and gaseous forms of a substance.” He went on to provide “the foundation of the field of physical chemistry” by positing his “phase rule,” which provides a mathematical formula for understanding the way in which a given set of chemical substances will change their “phase” (that is, their condition as gas, solid, or liquid), given such variables as temperature and pressure.

    Gibbs then turned to “his last great project,” statistical mechanics. Everyone can see that matter can be considered microscopically or macroscopically. But how is the “macroscale” behavior of matter (temperature, for example) caused by “the microscale behavior of the tiny particles making up the matter.” You can’t know exactly “what all the individual particles are doing.” However, “if one could estimate the likelihood that a certain proportion of the particles were moving in certain ways, then one might be able to somehow average the whole conglomeration of motions.” This Gibbs proceeded to do, publishing his findings in 1902. His Elementary Principles in Statistical Mechanics won the esteem of Dr. Einstein and of the distinguished French mathematician and physicist Henri Poincaré, who called it “a little book, little read, because it is a little hard.”

    Abstruse as Gibbs’s writings may have been, this did not prevent their appropriation by at least one prominent non-mathematician: Henry Adams. In The Education of Henry Adams and in his essay, “The Rule of Phase Applied to History,” Adams proposed that the natural laws of thermodynamics, and particularly entropy, explains the course of events—a sort of anti-progressivism historicism whereby decline not advancement rules the nature of things. There may have been a measure of irony in the puckish Adams’s presentation, but Roberts takes him seriously and is supremely unimpressed. Adams shows “little appreciation for or interest in the productive interplay between precise logical reasoning and shrewd approximation that characterizes modern physical science,” and this results in “a parade of undigested scientific terminology in the service of Adams’s increasingly gloomy view of the human condition. For Adams, words such as entropy, critical point, phase, and equilibrium never achieve more than amorphous content.” Against Adams’s characterization of modern mathematics as naïve idealism, with causation in the material world spurred by “immaterial motion” conceived “only in the hyper-space of Thought,” Roberts ripostes that “this entirely misses the decidedly utilitarian spirit of Gibbs’s approach to mathematics”; “the importance of Gibbs’s rule of phase for science lies not in vague implications but in its explicitly numerical character: if certain simplifying assumptions are made, certain precise results follow, and these results can be used to predict specific useful phenomena in the world.” That Adams may have offered his formulations with the intent of annoying morally earnest Progressives, among whose moral descendants we may count Professor Roberts, does not occur him.

    There can at least be little doubt regarding the utilitarian character of Charles H. Davis, a naval commander who also edited the Navy’s Nautical Almanac, a publication no one has ever confused with the writings of neo-Platonists, ancient or modern. In his early career he was a man of action, helping to put down a whale-ship mutiny in the western Pacific and intervening in an ill-judged attempt by the prominent Tennessean, William Walker, to seize control of Nicaragua and turn it into a launching pad for “a great slave empire encompassing the entire Caribbean basin.” He later became served the United States as a planner of and participant in naval operations against the Confederacy, including the capture of Memphis. But his main contribution to mathematics was administrative. Although “a skilled mathematician,” he “made his most significant mark by organizing the mathematical talents of others,” introducing mathematical theorists to the experts in applied mathematics and overseeing the symbiosis during the course of preparing the Nautical Almanac, which appeared in 1852 and went through multiple editions.

    Meanwhile, far removed from Davis’s Cambridge, Massachusetts, South Carolinian West Pointer and math professor Daniel Harvey Hill wrote an algebra textbook with a decidedly Calhounian edge, as in: “A planter hires a slave and the slave’s clothing at a certain annual rate and then returns the slave too his master after only eight months, with a cash payment but minus the clothes. What was the value of the clothes?” Not to neglect balance, Hill’s exercises did not overlook illustrations of Northerners “as cheaters in commercial transactions, cowardly in the face of danger, tolerant of the absurd notion of women’s rights, and hypocritically miserly when given the opportunity to buy the freedom of a slave.” Not to mention the Salem witch trials and “the disloyalty of the New England states during the War of 1812.” Simultaneous linear equations have seldom been taught with such verve. Hill also became professor of mathematics and artillery at the North Carolina Military Institute, interrupting math and science education only for the war, when he “led the entire body of the college, students and faculty, into the Confederate service” and achieved the rank of major-general in The Cause. “Hill retained to the end of his life the belief that better leadership could have saved the South as an independent nation,” although he also saw that slavery in some respects kept Southerners from learning math and science, as the planter class contented itself with master-ship at home and commerce abroad, at the same time promoting verbal and mathematical illiteracy not only among slaves but among lower-class whites.

    After the Cause became the Lost Cause, the study of mathematics in America coalesced in the newly-elaborated university system, increasingly modeled on the pattern of the German research universities. Vassar graduate Christine Ladd wrote her doctoral dissertation at Johns Hopkins on “the algebra of logic,” under the eye of that genius, Charles Sanders Pierce, the American pioneer in the field of symbolic logic, which transformed logic into “a part of mathematics and not an odd appendage of philosophy” by substituting mathematical symbols for words in logical syllogisms. “By designating propositions with letters and treating the logical operations of and, or, and not analogously with the operations of multiplication, addition, and negation in arithmetic,” logicians “turned logical deductions into an exercise in rule-based symbol manipulation, like algebra.” Johns Hopkins declined to award the PhD degree to Ladd for some forty years, a dilatoriness Roberts sensibly ascribes to prejudice against women. Married to Hopkins math professor Fabian Franklin, she continued her mathematical studies. When Franklin took a job in New York, she lectured (without pay) at Columbia.

    Ladd’s contemporary at Hopkins, Kelly Miller, was an African-American graduate of Howard University and “the first African American graduate student of mathematics in the United States.” He studied physics and astronomy at the graduate level, as well. He never received a degree, but returned to Howard as its only black faculty member and, “for a time, the only black mathematics professor in the United States.” Believing that “Christian faith and mathematically based scientific knowledge were the essential foundation for future advancement of African Americans,” Miller soon turned to the newly-invented discipline of sociology, which he taught exclusively in the last three decades of his career. He published extensively on the race question, bringing his mathematical expertise to bear on bogus claims of then-respected ‘race science’ quacks. And he may have had a hand in hiring Elbert Cox and Dudley Woodard, “the first two black Americans to earn a mathematics PhD,” for the Howard math faculty.

    Despite such self-imposed handicaps, pure mathematics emerged “as the dominant concern of academic mathematicians in the United States” between the close of the frontier in 1890 and World War II. Mathematics moved west with the frontier, with the University of Chicago leading the way. The chairman of the Chicago math department, E. H. Moore, worked for separating the study of mathematics from the study of astronomy and physics, giving institutional recognition of mathematics as an independent discipline. On the practical side, the needs of the 1890 United States Census brought Columbia University statistician Herman Hollerith to invent a technique for aggregating data on census tally sheets. By translating the data to patterns of holes punched in cards, and then inventing a machine that could ‘read’ the card “by probing the card with pins, so that only where there was a hold would the pin pass through the card to make an electrical connection,” Hollerith enabled the federal government to present the information collected by its field workers into usable statistical tables.

    This first sign of what Woodrow Wilson would call “scientific administration” in the United States was well understood by Tocqueville, who had seen the beginnings of it in European statism. Bureaucracy, he saw, is a crucial underpinning of the centralized state, and this has important implications for public education. “Education as well as charity,” he writes, “has become a national affair among most peoples of our day. The state receives and often takes the child from the arms of his mother to entrust him to its agents; it takes charge of inspiring sentiments in each generation and furnishing it with ideas. uniformity reigns in studies as in all the rest; diversity like freedom disappears from them each day.” If a time traveler were to tell Tocqueville that American students of the twenty-first century were to be instructed uniformly of the benefits of diversity, he would say only that democracy lends itself to such uniformity of opinion, and to the centralization of powers within the administrative state.

    The Progressive movement appealed powerfully to school teachers, who formed the core of support for such politicians as Woodrow Wilson and, later Franklin Roosevelt. One way in which Progressives took control of the public schools was to continue and accelerate the longstanding American attempt to democratize mathematics education. Cal Tech math professor E. T. Bell wrote books popularizing mathematics as an attractive activity. His 1937 book, Men of Mathematics, obviously the precursor to Roberts’s book, sold well, touting mathematics as “the queen of the sciences” and calculus as “the queen of mathematics.” Charles M. Austin, first president of the National Council of Teachers of Mathematics, founded in 1920, worried that as “progressive ideas of education” (and therefore of democratization) “were creeping into the schools,” “easier subjects” like social science and civics were being substituted for algebra and geometry. The NCTM was designed to fight the trend, which was given intellectual respectability among educators by John Dewey, for many years the resident philosopher at Teachers College, Columbia University. Dewey urged that “education needed to be totally reoriented to accommodate the industrializing twentieth-century world.” “Since students would be graduating into an ever-changing environment, general thinking and problem-solving skills were more valuable than any fixed bodies of knowledge.” Although Dewey didn’t intend this as a move to cut back on math in public schools, and although modern math had arisen as a challenge to the notion that mathematics and logic were static disciplines teaching fixed bodies of knowledge, his strictures were often interpreted as if justification for beheading the Queen. After World War II, Lithuanian-born Holocaust survivor Izaak Wirszup spearheaded the movement called the “New Math,” which attempted to meet both the Progressives’ desire to democratize education and the concern over ‘dumbing-down’ the curriculum.

    Such worries proved somewhat overwrought because, as Hollerith had demonstrated, mathematics proved highly useful to the other dimension of Progressives’ government, the administrative state. If the Progressives talked of democracy, and moved to enhance it with such devices as the popular election of United States senators, ballot initiatives and referenda, and reform movements directed against political bosses, they also moved to establish a new form of aristocracy: a cadre of experts trained in the science of administration. E. B. Wilson, sometime chair of the MIT physics department and professor of public health at Harvard, a former student of Willard Gibbs, eventually came to teach a course in mathematical economics in Harvard’s sociology department, where he mentored Paul Samuelson. ‘Social science‘ as a would-be science would make its most lasting mark in economics, with Samuelson’s famous textbook leading the way for several generations of economics students.

    Although social science claimed to be ‘value-free,’ it seldom was. In a sort of mirror-imaging of Confederate stalwart Daniel Harvey Hill, Lillian and Hugh Lieber wrote math books proclaiming that “Mathematics (capitalized throughout) with Science and Art (also capitalized)” revealed the great truth that (in their words) “Internationalism and Democracy are very deep in the human spirit.” This seems to have had something to do with the abstraction from the concrete seen in mathematics, theoretical science, and modern art, all of which take the mind away from such physical facts as armies wielded by national governments and police work at the service of social hierarchies. In a book published after the Second World War, Mrs. Lieber “made a plea for world peace and expressed alarm about the dangers of biological warfare and the atomic bomb.” By the end of the Forties, the Liebers were “an intellectual power couple in New York City”—alas, without much ‘pull’ in the Kremlin.

    The war itself and the decades following saw mathematics applied to computers. Grace Hopper developed some of the earliest computers while working for the Navy in a research program at Harvard. She later joined a firm that became part of Sperry Rand. Joaquin Basilio Diaz, armed with a Brown University PhD, pursued his career in the military arm of the administrative state, never dismantled after the war because the Cold War soon followed. At Princeton, the brilliant John F. Nash, Jr. developed “game theory,” initially proposed by John von Neumann of Princeton’s Institute for Advanced Study in the mid-1940s, into a tool usable in both business and military strategy and organization.

    Beginning in the New Left’s assault on ‘Enlightenment rationalism’ injured the Progressive ideology of such persons as the Liebers. Former NCTM president Frank B. Allen decried this “anti-intellectual counterculture,” with its “disparagement of science and technology” and its rejection of “rationality in general.” To counter the counterculture, Allen proposed an approach to algebra (the experience of which has turned no small number of high school students away from rationality in math, if not in general) which emphasized the logical character of mathematical proofs. His 1966 book, Modern Algebra: A Logical Approach, was intended to stem the tide, but his own organization, the NCTM, soon became infected by “fads such as cooperative learning and vain attempts to solve the racial, economic, and environmental problems of society through the schools.” The controversy would continue into the next century.

    Roberts concludes that “the lives recounted in this book do not suggest a static future” for America mathematics, which may turn increasingly to the science of computer modeling, with results he hesitates to predict.

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    What Is Sanctification?

    March 13, 2020 by Will Morrisey

    Sinclair B. Ferguson: Devoted to God: Blueprints for Sanctification. Carlisle: The Banner of Truth Trust, 2016.

     

    Ferguson knows his audience: Americans, who pride themselves on their practicality—American Christians no less than any others. Hence such locutions as “blueprints for sanctification”—designs for “building an entire life of holiness” with the aid of this “manual of biblical teaching on holiness.” And the Bible does indeed insist on right human practice. God issues commands, telling his creatures what to do and what not to do. But Ferguson is much more interested in teaching what sanctification is and why we should want it. “This is not so much a ‘how to’ book as it is a ‘how God does it’ one.” A ‘pragmatic’ people may incline to insist on taking their own way, becoming do-it-yourselfers of life. But for Christians, only by first understanding God’s purposes and God’s ways of achieving those purposes can we rationally address the question of what we should do. Putting human action, human ‘methods’ and ‘techniques’ at the forefront inclines us to exaggerate our already ample desire to serve ourselves. “Many modern Christians are often too interested in the development of the self but little interested in the development of their understanding of the triune God.”

    Understanding God’s holiness and human sanctification may also clarify modern minds confused by the philosophic doctrine of historicism. In Hegel, preeminently, ‘God’ means the ‘Absolute Spirit.’ He describes the Absolute Spirit as being “immanent” in all things, going so far as to compare all of Being as symbolized by Christ, by God-become-man. But the God of the Bible is a Creator-God, not an immanent force— a holy God, separate from His creation. Sanctification means holiness or becoming-holy; the main difference between the two words is ‘merely verbal,’ as the “sanctification” derives from a Latin root, “holiness” from an Anglo-Saxon root. One aspect of God’s holiness is His separateness from sin; another is devotion, “the intensity of the love that flows within the very being of God, among and between each of the three persons of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.” Love is a desire for someone or some thing; one cannot love something that is not in some way separate from ourselves. At the same time, love aims at uniting what is separate or distinct, whether these are the Persons God manifests within Himself or, more surprisingly, the creatures separated from their Creator, first by the fact of their creation itself, then compounded by their sin, which has altered their original nature. Holiness in such profoundly flawed creatures means devotion to Him, “being entirely his, so that all we do and possess are his”—still separate in the original sense, in their status of creatureliness, but redeemed from the further separation of sinfulness, even as they cannot claim to be sinless. Agapic love reunites God and human beings; it also provides the basis for uniting human beings with one another, under God, animated by His Holy Spirit.

    Ferguson begins his exposition of these points with I Peter 1:1-7. The churches in Turkey were having their faith tested; Peter writes his letter to strengthen their understanding of what faith entails. As Ferguson summarizes the passage, these Christians “have been chosen (elect) through the love God had set upon them (foreknowledge) in order to be reserved by the Spirit (sanctification) with a view to their devotion to Christ (obedience) and the enjoyment of a life of covenant fellowship with him (sprinkled with his blood).” To know how to live, what way of life to walk, you must know, first, “whose you are,” then “who you are,” and finally “what you are for.” Similarly, when Moses meets God manifested in the burning bush he wants to know who God is and who he, Moses, is, to have been chosen by God for the mission God commands him to undertake.

    Martin Luther wrote that “this little letter,” I Peter, “contains virtually everything a Christian needs to know.” And while Ferguson rightly allows that “the German reformer had a fine line in hyperbole,” he agrees that “Peter’s opening words constitute one of the New Testament’s most comprehensive descriptions of what it means to be a Christian.” Without holiness or sanctification, “no one will see the Lord,” the Apostle Paul writes, in concurrence. Although ‘belief in’ God is a gift delivered by the Holy Spirit, holiness is not a gift. It is “worked into us” over time: “We actually become holy.” In so becoming, we are ‘justified’ in the root meaning of the word: aligned with the will of God, the source of the good, the right. “Justification never takes place apart from regeneration which is the inauguration of sanctification.” Sanctification occurs as we obey the rule of God; it is the result of that obedience. “We are not justified on the basis of our sanctification” because only God can realign us, straighten us out. “Yet justification never takes place without sanctification.” Even the thief crucified with Jesus, who had only a short time left to live, undertook sanctification by “confess[ing] his own sinfulness,” “recogniz[ing] Jesus’ lordship,” manifesting respect for Jesus, and praying—even “rebuk[ing] his companion,” the other criminal, “for the vitriol he heaped on his new-found Master.”

    In acting to sanctify Christians, “God is restoring in our lives the image which we were created to reflect,” “changing you from what you were to what he means you to be—making you more and more like himself.” Holy or separate from sin Himself, He makes you more nearly separate from it. Ferguson identifies six “foundations” of this new life.

    The first foundation is God’s purpose. “God chose us in order to sanctify us.” That is, “everything depends on God taking the initiative.” All three Persons of the Trinity contribute to this sanctification: as Father, God chooses or ‘elects’ us to citizenship in His kingdom; as the Holy Spirit, God sanctifies us, guiding us along the way of life that characterizes His regime; as the Son, God provides the ruler of his regime, the one whom we shall emulate and obey. “Every Christian’s experience, wherever it begins, has its ultimate origin before the dawn of time in the heart, mind, and heavenly love and purpose of God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,” and “the whole Trinity co-operates in bringing me to the goal,” cooperating among themselves and with me “in order to make me more like Christ.” “God has in the past destined us, and in the present is transforming us, so that in the future we will ‘be conformed to the image of his Son.'”

    The second foundation of the Christian regime is a command, “the commandment of God to be holy,” as seen in Leviticus 19 and I Peter1;15-16: “Be holy, as I am holy.” In obeying this command, we open ourselves to God’s agapic love. “Sanctification is growing in holy-love; love is growing in holiness.” Ferguson rejects the claim sometimes heard in churches, that the Old Testament is ‘legalistic’—requiring merely “outward obedience to the Ten Commandments.” The prophet Isaiah, for example, “realized that he was a sinner, not just someone who had committed various sinful act contrary to the divine standards”; “sin infected his own lip and came to expression whenever he preached.” This is the meaning of the purification of his lips with the “searing heat” of the coal the angel pressed on his lips. His wrong acts had issued from his own ‘being,’ and it was his ‘being’ that needed purification. Be holy, as I am holy “now means, ‘Become like Jesus.”

    Thirdly, Christians should understand themselves as the Israelites understood themselves when they left Egypt—as exiles. When Augustine called Christians a “third race” of men, he meant they were a new nation, neither Greeks nor Jews. This nation had been founded at great cost. Jesus was a sacrifice, redeeming His chosen people “not with silver and gold”—as most debtors are redeemed—”but with his own blood,” the matter that animates the living body. Fourth, having been so redeemed, so liberated from debt, Christians then find themselves ‘ministered to,’ brought to the new way of life, by the Holy Spirit. In terms of the family, the Holy Spirit guides us in “a real transformation of our lives so that we begin to develop the characteristics of our adoptive family” as “the children of God.” Nation derives from natio or ‘birth.’ In antiquity, the Israelites were the sons of Israel, Moabites the sons of Moab, and so on. Nations often were named for their ‘founding father,’ and they share some of the characteristics of that father, certain family resemblances. For Christians this means that “we love what we once despised, and despise much that we once loved,” inasmuch as Christ, the founding father of the Christian family and nation, Himself manifests the agapic love which animates the Persons of the Trinity for one another, and for creation.

    Families and nations typically undergo severe trials, and not only in the ‘founding period.’ Four score and seven years after the American founding, Abraham Lincoln called the Civil War a test of the endurance of the American regime “dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.” No less do the trials God sends to His people or allows them to suffer test the genuineness of their devotion to Himself, their ruler, and to propositions (and more) the commands He has set down for them. God “knows he can rely on and test his own work.” “Why does he do this?” Christians ask. “To build Christian character, making us more like Christ.” “The Christian character is strengthened by stress.”

    Finally, the sixth foundation of God’s way of life for His nation is the reward of faithful obedience, “the glory to come.” “The New Testament teaches us to live in the light of a future reality that is far more substantial than the present.” So enlightened, His subjects have reason to live now in a way that will enhance their lives then. “This final salvation will be holiness completed,” as Christians “will see the face of Jesus Christ and be transformed into his likeness.” All regimes have this characteristic, holding up models of persons deemed worthy of emulation. For Christians, living in God’s regime as exiles from all others, “those who will enjoy holiness there and then are those who want to pursue holiness here and now.”

    Wanting to pursue holiness is one thing, knowing how to do so another. Ferguson is quite fond of lists; sure enough, as there are six “foundations” of the Christian’s new life, so there are four “principles” by which it should be guided. The first is that “sanctification flows from the gospel,” which centers on the depiction of “God’s character and grace.” More specifically, “divine indicatives (statements about what God has done, is doing, or will do) logically precede and ground divine imperatives (statements about what we are to do in response),” faithfully and obediently. God’s grace “effects”—does not merely affect—”our faithfulness.” “This is the logic that explains the power of the gospel.” This is very different from thinking, “If I do this then God will do that.” Such a belief “stands the gospel on its head.” God’s actions always come first, whether it is the initial act of salvation in Christ or “what the Spirit is now doing in me.” Obedience means “we should no longer live for ourselves but for Christ,” even as a true patriot lives not himself but for his country and, if subject to a king, ready to sacrifice his life for his king.

    The second principle follows from the first; “Sanctification is expressed physically.” “We express ourselves only by means of our body. In that sense we are our bodies.” Sin makes us aliens in God’s country—more than aliens, witting or unwitting enemies of God. Each day our bodies, through our senses, are tempted or tested by sin at the hands of the rival ruler, Satan, the anti-Christ, “but we can face it well-armed if the eye, or ear, or mouth, or hand, or foot has already been devoted as a living sacrifice to the Lord Jesus Christ.” What we do with our bodies today reveals our allegiance. “For all our sophistication (not to say riches) the western world may not have seen so many tattoos since the days of paganism.” The rule of atheism causes men to abandon “the biblical teaching that we have been made as the image of God,” reducing the body to a billboard for the passions and thus “reduc[ing] man to biological functions.” “Now the body is everything, whether it be the human body, animal bodies, or the earth body.” Paganism induces men to worship earth as a goddess.

    The third principle, “mind renewal,” counteracts this materialism. Who will rule your mind? The regime or way of life informed by materialism (especially if matter is said to have divinity immanent within it) “gradually” and “imperceptibly” forms our mind, as any regime will do to those who live under it. But if human beings do not consist only of matter in motion, then that way of life, the habits of mind and heart that it inculcates, will not satisfy. “Knowing who we are will shape how we live”; Ferguson deploys the contemporary term ‘lifestyle,’ but the Bible offers the less frivolous term used also by classical political philosophers, the way. God consistently speaks of “My way.” He opposes ‘our’ way, the human-all-too-human way. He commands from us a metanoia, a change of mind. God’s instrument in mind-changing is the Gospel. “In receiving it we are actively passive,” by which Ferguson means it is a message from God to us, not the other way around, but a message we must act on, after receiving it.

    By so acting, Christians test the will of God, coming “to see it as ‘good and acceptable and perfect.'” “Faith in Christ involves an experiment—we trust him, but we cannot second-guess what the consequences will be in our lives.” In other words, we are not putting God to the test; He is testing us. “We learn to discover what God’s will is in each situation only as we find ourselves in it and as his providence slowly unfolds his purposes.” This is what Jesus means by telling His disciples to be prudent as serpents; prudence, practical wisdom, is the characteristic of the good ruler, who knows what to do in each circumstance, what speech or action will advance his regime. Here, God is the ruler, and it is up to His subjects to guide their own actions by His spirit. “When we thus yield our lives to the Lord, and our thinking is renewed by his word, we also begin to find God’s will is acceptable—it becomes a delight to us.” To those who refuse God’s rule, “God’s will is inevitably unpleasant, simply because it is his will and not their will.”

    How then to discern God’s will? To do so unassisted by God is obviously impossible. “What does God do in order to bring us to the Christlikeness which is his ultimate goal?” Ferguson cites Paul’s Epistle to the Galatians: “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.” The ‘I’ who has been crucified is a body, but even more a way of life. The gospel does not denigrate the body. “Rather it changes the kind of life we live in the body.” God has shown what kind of life might be lived in a human body by “taking and sharing our human nature”; “his union with us in our flesh, and not our faith union with him, is the foundation of our fellowship with him.” Having lived a life ‘within’ human nature, “in all its frailty and poverty,” but at the same time being God, and therefore capable of rejecting every temptation, every Satanic testing, and of ruling that nature instead of being ruled by it, and moreover having “died for our sins,” sacrificing that human physicality for the sake of all those still stuck in and with it, having been “raised into new life, and ascended to his Father in the nature he assumed,” Jesus as Christ has given the Holy Spirit the “resources” which can justify, sanctify, and “indeed even… glorify us.” Sin’s wages are death, but Jesus broke “the power of death in his resurrection.” In the letter to the Hebrews Paul calls Jesus “the founder” of Christians’ salvation, a salvation made “perfect through suffering.” The Greek word for founder, archēgos, means the one who embodies the archē—which means both ‘beginning’ and ‘form’ or framework, as in our word, ‘architect.’ The word “is used only four times in the new Testament, always of Jesus.” Aristotle calls politics the “architectonic art,” the art of beginning or ‘founding’ the forms or institutions of rule which direct the pathways on which human beings live their lives. His word ‘regime’ refers to rulers (especially the founding rulers), the forms or institutions they devise as means of ruling, the way of life of those who live within the framework of institutions, and, finally, the end or purpose set by those rulers, reinforced by those forms, and pursued by citizens or subjects according to that way. For Christians, the Ruler, Who is holy and His subjects, the faithful, all have one archē, the same nature: “The Sanctifier must share the same nature, and in that sense be one flesh, with those he sanctifies.” “By coming into the family of flesh and sanctifying his whole life, then by dying our death and being declared righteous or justified in his resurrection,” Jesus became the archēgos “of both justification and sanctification.” It is the Holy Spirit who connects us with the Founder, and who strengthens our connection or bond, our ‘political’ union with Him, our rightful ruler.

    This means that a Christian lives in faith in the Son of God, “transfer[ring] trust from self to Christ, all the while recognizing that I cannot carry the heavy load of my sin and guilt, but he can,” being divine not human, all-powerful not frail. Ferguson points especially to Paul’s eschewal of the word ‘Christian.’ “We never find him describing believers as ‘Christians.'” “He speaks only of believing in Christ” and indeed about “believing into Jesus Christ.” By this Paul means that “faith brings us into a person-to-person union and communion with Jesus Christ so that what is ours becomes his and what is his becomes ours.” All regimes need union; the American Founders were obsessed with it, Lincoln defended it. But the Christian “union and communion” is more intimate, and stronger, than any merely human union can be. Ferguson calls this “the deep melody of grace.” Aristotle compares political union with a harmonic scale, warning against reducing this to “a single beat,” as he accuses Socrates of having done in his simply-ordered ‘ideal regime.’ For those ‘in Christ,’ there is no such danger, as in Christ there is “hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge” (Colossians 2:3).

    Every regime includes certain habits of mind and heart, excludes others as enemies to its structure and its way of life. The Christian, the one who lives in Christ, believing into Him, asks the Holy Spirit to guide him in crucifying, killing, making war against his ‘old’ or sinful nature, his membership in “the family of Adam,” who disobeyed and was expelled from the homeland God made for him. Since “the crucified Christ to whom I am now united is also the risen Christ,” “I cannot be united to him in his crucifixion without being united to him in his resurrection as well.” The sacrifice of our old ‘self’ will be for the sake of a supremely good and joyful purpose: life beneath the new Heaven and on the new Earth, in our new, resurrected bodies, under the perfect Ruler. Therefore, “I no longer live, but Christ lives IN me,” dwelling in us “through the Holy Spirit.” This means that we not only enjoy an intimate union with God, but an intimate union with fellow-members of His regime. The sum of the Law is to love God and to love one’s neighbor as oneself. This becomes possible among Christians, imperfectly, in their lives in the Christian ecclesia, assembly, ‘church’ on this earth, and will become our way of life perfectly in the world to come. “It is a truism that we become like the people with whom we live” because “the intimacy of life and love together has brought” us “to think, act, and react, as one.” As in the family, as in the city, so in the City of God—only more so and better so.

    Union with Christ has three dimensions: an eternal dimension, inasmuch as God “chose us in Him before the foundation of the world”; a covenantal and incarnational dimension, “since in his incarnation Christ was obedient as the second man and last Adam”; and an existential dimension, “since the Holy Spirit brings us into a real spiritual bonding with the risen and ascended Lord.” Although baptism is something we do in the sense of ‘going through the motions,’ it symbolizes what God has done for us, our baptism “into Jesus Christ”—rather like the formalizing of a resident alien’s citizenship or, to use Ferguson’s analogy, the naming of a child, who integrates the name into his own identity later on. In being “named for the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,” you join the family of God, the Kingdom of God. “As believers we possess an permanent and irreversible new citizenship.” As in all families and regimes, you will then be taught what it is to be a member. In this case, the Gospel amounts to a comprehensive citizenship lesson: “Thinking through the logic of the gospel corrects, cleanses, recalibrates, transforms, and sanctifies us emotionally as well as intellectually.” Your soul turns its attention away from the principles and habits of your former ‘family’ or ‘country,’ In entering the new regime you put aside the habits of mind and heart you once had. “How can we who died to sin still live in it? You cannot both have died to something and still be living in it. There is a law of non-contradiction: you cannot be in one and the same sense, at one and the same time, in both and the same realm, both dead and alive.” “This is gospel logic,” and the conclusion of the syllogism is that we have, in Paul’s words, “died to the reign, the dominion, the authority, and the rule of sin.” “We are no longer sin’s citizens” or, more accurately, its slaves. Christian freedom means freedom from sin, in Christ; as with any regime change, freedom from one regime entails entering another. Not all revolutions or regime changes are for the better, but in this case, “by nature we were in Adam, but now we are in Christ”—“transferred from Adam-Land to Christ-Land,” a substantial improvement. Baptism thus “means fellowship with the Trinity through union with Christ in his death and resurrection.”

    Any regime requires a certain way of life. “Know your new identity,” your new family name, your new citizenship, “and it will determine how you live.” It is the responsibility of the Holy Spirit, and also of the human rulers of the Christian ecclesia, to teach that way of life through action or example and through rhetoric and logic. This will be necessary because (again like any regime) this one will face conflict, ‘civil’ and ‘foreign.’ “We are now involved in a Spirit-against-flesh war.” This war differs from the wars we fought in the previous regime. “We may have experienced inner conflict before we became Christ’s. But any conflict we experienced then with the flesh was in the flesh—instances of “simply battling with ourselves.” The rule of reason over thumos, the rule of reason-directed thumos over the appetites seen in (for example) Plato’s Republic, is a triumph of natural morality. But it isn’t Gospel morality. Paul maintains that “only if we live by the Spirit can we avoid gratifying the desires of the flesh”—philosophy, the love of wisdom, being a naturally better rule of flesh over flesh. “Flesh” means not only our bodies but our minds and hearts. We can defeat sin “only by refusing the desires of the flesh and simultaneously living in the power of the Spirit.” In this we model Jesus in His crucifixion (“the ultimate negativity”) and His resurrection (“the ultimate positivity”). When Augustine writes that Christians live as captives and strangers in the earthly city, he means we have become aliens to our former regime by rejecting its way of life, members of the regime of the Spirit. “I used to be a citizen of the first. I have become a citizens of the second.” To be sure, the “flesh” is still in you. It is impossible for a human being to emigrate from one country to another, or to undergo a change of regimes in his own country, without carrying with him some of the habits of mind and heart he absorbed when living that way of life of the old regime. You will always speak the new language with a trace of the old accent. But you can be progressively sanctified, be made more and more separate from the way of life of the old regime and more attuned to the way of life of the new regime.

    Therefore, to advance in sanctification, to ‘naturalize’ ourselves in the new regime, the new citizen should ask himself: Does this thought, sentiment, action “enable me to overcome the influence of sin, not simply in my outward actions but in my inner motivations? Does it increase my trust in and love for the Lord Jesus Christ,” the Ruler of the new regime? Since sin’s “root cause is the worship of self,” how does a given thought, sentiment, or action turn my soul away from myself, and toward God? Ferguson calls attention to Paul’s command to “put away orgē,” usually translated as wrath but more precisely as exasperation or impatience.” “The root cause of impatience and exasperation lies in our response to the providence by which God superintends our lives,” a passion which “at its heart is a self-exaltation over others, and a dissatisfaction with the way God is ordering and orchestrating the events of our lives.” When Christ “comes by his Spirit to dwell in each of the members” of His regime, he gives them the authority to rule the passions, even the thoughts, that disoriented us in the past, and threaten to disorient us again. “Expulsion” of in and “infilling” of the Holy Spirit “must accompany each other” if sanctification is to occur.

    The Gospel amounts to a sort of Declaration of Independence. “The Spirit does not bypass our minds and work directly on our emotions or affections” but instead “addresses our minds through the word of God, simply because we are created as rational, thinking beings. How and what we think determines how we feel, will, and live.” As with the Declaration of Independence, this means war, an “inevitable” war because, like the Americans of 1776-1781, “we have not yet been fully and finally delivered” from the grip of the tyrant. Like the Signers of the Declaration, we are personally responsible for acting on our declaration, enabled to resist by the Spirit but acting in self-defense. And we must will ourselves to fight. The reasons so to will are the rewards we will gain, justice, and gratitude. That is, we will gain the better way of life, forever; we will fulfil our obligations to the God Who created us; and we will acknowledge the sacrifice God made to redeem us. And ‘we’ is the correct term. The church is indeed an assembly, an association or fellowship. For all the French revolutionaries’ exaltation of Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity, “where you deny the place and role of God the Father you cannot maintain the family concept beyond its genetic and nuclear context”; soon the Terror commenced, and so it has done in many subsequent, far worse, regimes that have purported to uphold communitarian principles.

    All this talk of the Spirit and of God’s love might suggest that spirituality and agapic love, the powers that unite the new Christian regime, have displaced the laws of God detailed in the Torah. Ferguson rejects the sentimentality of love, even agapic love, unstructured by law. Hence the denigration of the ‘legalism’ many Christians charge against the Israelites, and often against modern Orthodox Jews, as well.

    But “the role of the sanctification of the Christian cannot be quite as simplistic as a radical love or law antithesis might suggest.” As the ‘Old’ Testament makes clear, “love was always at the heart of God’s law,” which He gave “by love to be received in love and obeyed through love.” Although we now live in “an antinomian world in which the law of God is regarded as the enemy even if human laws are still necessary,” “Jesus himself teaches that if we love him we will keep his commandments.” Indeed “not only does love not abolish law, but law commands love,” as seen in the double command to love God and love your neighbor as yourself. “Love provide motivation for obedience, while law provides direction for love.” God wants his creatures to love Him, but not in any way they choose. He sets the terms and conditions of rightly-offered human love, whether it is directed toward Himself or toward human beings. He has also set conditions on His own love for us, as seen in His covenants.

    Ferguson points to changes in God’s regime and therefore His laws. The law governing Adam and Eve differed from the law delivered to Moses, and both of these differed from the Noachide Commandments. Like all wise founders, God laid down laws suitable to the people for whom He legislated, living in the circumstances of their time and place. For example, “the Ten Commandments… expressed, largely in negative terms, what God originally willed I a positive way for Adam and Even in the Garden of Eden.” The law again “takes on a new context and shape after Pentecost—Jesus is now the model of obedience. Yet it is, in essence, one and the same law of God.” It aims at the human good as defined by the Creator of human beings, not as human beings define or misdefine the human good. After the Fall, “major distortions and malfunctions have affected our instincts.” “Were that hard-wiring totally destroyed we would cease to be distinctly human,” but “relics” or “fragments” of it remain, and all of God’s postlapsarian regimes, and all of His postlapsarian legal systems, build on that.

    Jesus’ own life on earth showed “what perfect obedience to the law looks like.” “In him we see God’s law in human form.” Further, Jesus teaches ‘the spirit of the law’—its meaning. He condemns the scribes and Pharisees not for their legalism but for what Ferguson calls their “externalism,” their failure to understand and live by the law’s purpose. “By contrast,” Jesus “shows the spiritual significance of the law” insofar as it “deals with inward thoughts and not simply outward actions.” The law commands men not to commit adultery by their actions, but its intent, its spirit, is to rectify their minds and hearts, to curb their sexual passions.

    With respect to the structure of the Mosaic law, Ferguson finds in it three divisions. The moral law, the Decalogue, “was foundational.” The Decalogue “was then applied to the life of the community in the land in civil legislation and a penal code.” Additionally, some of the laws were ceremonial, “directives given for the restoration to sinners of a way of access to and fellowship with God.” Because the Decalogue underlies the others, they alone were “spoken to the whole congregation”; they alone “were written on stone tablets”; they alone “were written by the finger of God”; and they alone were kept in the Ark of the Covenant. The civil laws, by contrast, were not directly written by God and were “to be kept while the people were ‘in the land'” of Israel. Unlike the moral laws, the civil and ceremonial laws “possessed no inbuilt permanence” but were “in place only until the coming of the promised Messiah.” It is of course the status of Jesus as Messiah, and as God, which divides Jews from Christians to this day. In maintaining that Jesus is Messiah, that Jesus is one person of the Trinity, Christians maintain that “the final sacrifice” has been made, thus abrogating the ceremonial law, and that the international ecclesia of the faithful has been founded, making the civil laws of ancient Israel no longer necessary. The law now exists “in the hearts of God’s people through the indwelling of the Spirit.”

    With respect to “the moral dimensions of the law,” Jesus fulfilled them by obeying the law and “also by paying the penalty for our breach of it.” “The law-maker became the law-keeper, but then took our place and condemnation as though he were the law-breaker.” His death and resurrection fulfilled the law’s ceremonial dimension because Jesus acted as High Priest, “offering himself as the real sacrifice that would take away sins once for all.” There would subsequently be no need for repetitive sacrifices, except in the sense that Christians sacrifice not themselves but their sins in their Holy Spirit-guided and empowered efforts at sanctification, at aligning their hearts, minds, and actions with God’s regime. And finally, Jesus fulfilled the civil dimensions of the law by founding a kingdom “not limited by either geography or a distinct ethnicity.” “We can still learn important principles from the way in which the Decalogue was applied in the sphere of civil law, but we are no longer ethnic Israel.” The Christian equivalent of the exodus from Egypt to the Promised Land is the exodus from the human regimes, ‘the world,’ to God’s regime, His ecclesia. Ferguson quotes the Book of Jeremiah 31:31-34 as the prefiguration of this: “I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts.”

    Sanctification therefore means the imitatio Christi. All regimes aim at some conception of ‘the good’ for those who live within it. Paul “defines ‘good’ in terms of God,” saying “that the ultimate ‘good’ towards which all things work together is our conformity to Christ.” As Ferguson puts it, “only those who are like him will be able to see him as he is”; “only what is Christlike can survive in his presence.” This regime end or purpose and the means by which the laws of God direct us to reach it draw “a demarcation line between Christians and non-Christians”—not the physical borderline seen on maps and enforced by armed guards and walls but a spiritual borderline that may or may not be respected by ordinary ‘worldly’ regimes in their dealings with Christians.

    Why does God love us enough to grant grace to us? After all, we aren’t all that loveable. “God does everything for his own glory.” This makes sense if it means that God requires the beings He has created and redeemed to glorify Him. This is the basis of man’s agapic love for God as a command, as a law. In describing the way God’s love for man works in this world, Ferguson carefully translates the phrase in Romans 8:28, panta sunergei eis agathon. Translators often render this, “All things work for good.” Looking at the context of the passage in the argument Paul is making in chapter 8, Ferguson prefers the meaning, He works all things for the good. “God himself is the worker, perhaps more specifically the Holy Spirit whose ministry Paul has been particularly expounding in the preceding verses.” This is the holy God, not the immanent Absolute Spirit of Hegel. His human creatures are sanctified or made more nearly like Him by the working of the Holy Spirit, “the executive of the Trinity.” “Likeness to Christ”—in suffering, death, and resurrection—”is the ultimate goal of sanctification. It is holiness. It is therefore also the ultimate fruit of being devoted to God.”

     

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    The Many Regimes of Chateaubriand

    March 6, 2020 by Will Morrisey

    François-René de Chateaubriand: Memoirs from Beyond the Grave: 1768-1800. Alex Andriesse translation. New York: New York Review Books, 2018.

     

    He fascinated three writers I know well: Tocqueville, de Gaulle, and Malraux. Tocqueville was his nephew and junior contemporary; quite apart from Chateaubriand’s stature as France’s literary lion (and sometime cabinet minister), Chateaubriand did impressionistically what Tocqueville would do systematically: consider the transition from the aristocratic civil societies of medieval and early modern Europe to the democratic civil societies that were to replace them. Born in 1768 to an aristocratic family in Brittany, under France’s Old Regime, he supported the republican revolution of 1789 but soon left for the United States, where he might see what a recently established republic looked like, and where he could meet less-than-perfect facsimiles of Rousseau’s “noble savages.” Famously, the young aristocrat Tocqueville would follow some of his uncle’s steps, making his own voyage to America, some fifty years later. De Gaulle read the Memoirs soon after his first retirement from public life in 1946, having already written on the ever-cycling French regimes of Chateaubriand’s lifetime in his France and Her Army. France at Chateaubriand’s birth was ruled by the Bourbon Dynasty, which held on until the founding of the First Republic in 1789. Although the Republic ended formally in 1804, when Napoleon Bonaparte had himself named emperor, as Napoleon I, in fact it saw several regime changes: Robespierre’s Reign of Terror in 1793; the triumvirate of rulers constituting the Directory, two years later; and the elevation of Bonaparte to the position of First Consul in 1799. In his solitude at the family home at Colombey-les-Deux Églises, de Gaulle was meditating on how French republicanism might be stabilized; some twelve years later, he would found a republic ballasted by a strong executive—designed not so much for a Bonaparte as for a Washington, whom Chateaubriand claimed to have met.

    In the introduction to this translation, historian Anka Muhlstein quotes Chateaubriand as describing himself as “Bourboniste by honor, royalist by reason, and republican by inclination.” The simple facts of his life show why this was so. He left France for America shortly after the Revolution (which he supported, as a man of liberty, by inclination), searching in vain for the Northwest Passage. There was none to be discovered, but he witnessed something more valuable: the young republic under its new constitution. But the execution of Louis XVI brought him back to France, where he fought with the royalist army under the Prince of Condé and was severely wounded during the Royalists’ unsuccessful siege at Thionville. Liberty was one thing, the irrationality of regicide another. After his recovery (which he turned to good account by reading Paradise Lost, that account of civil war), he fled to England, returning during the Consulate regime of 1799-1804. By then, he had returned to the Catholicism of his youth, and his publication of The Genius of Christianity in 1802 not only turned many French intellectuals away from the Enlightenment (whose charms had worn thin) and back to the Church. Already cultivating French Catholics, having signed the Concordat with Pius VII the previous year, Napoleon deemed Chateaubriand useful for the continuation of that strategy. Not for long: After Napoleon more or less caused his cousin, the duc d’Enghien, to be executed for alleged treason, Chateaubriand left France again; having read both the Roman historians and Racine, he had gone so far as to liken Napoleon to Nero, making himself unwelcome. The 1815 Bourbon Restoration regime brought him back to Paris, where his political career reached its highest mark. Louis XVIII made him Minister of Foreign Affairs in 1824, but a rival soon had him fired, and he moved into the opposition. He thus honored the Bourbons in return for the honors the king had bestowed on him. The year 1830 brought the July Revolution and the regime of the Orléanist Monarchy; he retired to private life, having little use for the ‘Citizen King’ whose bourgeois ways grated on Chateaubriand’s unfailingly aristocratic sensibilities. As he lay dying in 1848, the February Revolution brought in Louis Napoleon Bonaparte as president of the short-lived Second Republic, which would end in 1851 with the crowning of Louis as Napoleon III, founder of the Second Empire. All of this would have engaged de Gaulle’s sympathies, intent as he was on founding a French republic that would endure and return to greatness by (among other things) resisting the by then well-established embourgeoisement of the French. (“True happiness is cheap; if costly, it is not the real thing at all,” Chateaubriand had written.) De Gaulle too had lived through several ‘lives,’ several ways of life or regimes.

    As for Malraux, what is his own ‘anti-memoir,’ The Mirror of Limbo, if not a reprise of Chateaubriand’s kind of autobiography, mixing indisputable fact with invention, wide-ranging travel with a sensibility that is unmistakably French; refusing to concede anything to le quotidien, fleeing ennui (one is tempted to say, at all costs); and searching not for the base in men but for the nobility Chateaubriand saw threatened by murderous rule by terror, Napoleonic tyranny, and bourgeois money-grubbing? Malraux had seen human dignity threatened first by fascist tyranny, then by the Stalinist tyranny which controlled the French Communist Party. He fought the first in Spain, then in France itself, the second at de Gaulle’s side, after the Second World War. Malraux also would have seen in Memoirs from Beyond the Grave a man as obsessed as he with the questions the fact of death poses to life, whether in the hazards of adventure, on the battlefields of revolution and war, or in the unanticipatedly peaceful demise disease imposes. And (no small thing) they shared a love of cats. Chateaubriand told a friend he loved the cat “for his independence and almost ingrate character;” for his solitary way of life, consisting of “obey[ing] when he feels like it”; for “the indifference with which he descends from salons to his native gutters”; for his wise habit of going “to sleep to get a better view.” His wife, the translator tells us, went so far as to nickname him “Le Chat.” As for Malraux, in Les Temps des Limbes cats symbolize the spirit of the farfelu —Malraux’s word for the unaccountable, the whimsical, all that escapes human control or comprehension.

    Beyond the grave: Chateaubriand intended his book to be published many years after his death, although his eager publisher saw it into print by 1851. More than that, however, he understood himself to have witnessed the death of himself in life many times, as the aristocratic way of life of his childhood perished, to be followed by the multiple ways of life, imposed by politics and by his own circumstances. Memories from beyond the grave suggest life beyond it; and indeed, “My cradle has something of the grave, my grave something of the cradle.” He accentuates this point by noting not only when and where remembered events occurred, but when and where he wrote about them. So, for example, in recounting his childhood in Saint-Malo and Cambourg, he remarks that he is writing at a country home in La Vallée-aux-Loups or in the town of Dieppe, having been ordered out of Paris by Bonaparte in 1812. As he looks back at a part of his life now interred, he remarks the cradle in which he has currently been laid—not always lovingly, if one restricts one’s view to human intentions.

    By the time he made his last revisions to the Memoirs, he had survived many such lives—again the precursor of Malraux, who chose a Buddhist proverb for the frontispiece of his own book: “The elephant is the wisest of all the animals, the only one who remembers his former lives. He remains motionless for long periods of time, meditating thereon.” For his frontispiece Chateaubriand invoked Job, lamenting the necessity of fleeing terrors inflicted by God. These choices also show the differences between the two men: Chateaubriand, fully engaged in the Bible, at times courting the reader’s pity; Malraux, fully engaged in what he called tragic humanism, at times courting the reader’s admiration. Given both Catholic and Rousseauian influences, Chateaubriand writes much on his personal as well as his public life, beginning with his family; he often sits in the Confessional. Malraux, who rejected confessional biography, offers lightly fictionalized accounts of his grandfather and father; one would scarcely know he was married three times and had children. Hence the title of the first volume, Antimémoires, and his rhetorical question, “Why should I care about that which matters only to me?”

    Alex Andriesse has translated the first twelve books the Mémoires, with the final twelve reserved for the next volume. This volume brings Chateaubriand to the turn of the nineteenth century. The first three chapters recount his childhood. He writes them from internal exile in The Valley of the Wolves, wondering how it looked in 1694, when Voltaire was born in a village there—”this hillside where, in 1807, the author of The Genius of Christianity would come to reside.” A place which, like the rest of France, now (in 1811), “the man who gives France power over the world today only to trample her underfoot, this man whose genius I admire and whose despotism I abhor,” who “encircles me with his tyranny as with a second solitude,” has left him with the freedom to remember the past: “I remain free in everything that preceded his glory.” “These pages shall be a funerary shrine raised to the light of my memories.” Those great materialists, Voltaire (linked to Chateaubriand by a coincidence of place) and Napoleon (linked to Chateaubriand by a coincidence of time, having been born only twenty days before him) serve as Chateaubriand’s arch-rivals—the one in thought, the other in politics.

    “I was born a gentleman,” by which he means one of noble birth, a ‘minor’ aristocrat. “I have retained that very firm love of liberty which belongs principally to the aristocracy whose last hour has struck,” as Tocqueville would acknowledge. “Aristocracy has three successive ages: the age of superiority, the age of privilege, and the age of vanity. Once through with the first, it degenerates into the second, and dies out in the last.” He was born into an aristocratic family which retained marks of the first age, some of the advantages of the second, and not a little of the third. He intends “to give some account of my father’s ruling passion, a passion which formed the core drama of my youth”: “his passion for the family name.” As befitted the condition of European aristocracy in the 1770s, Father’s “usual state of being was a profound sadness that deepened with age and a silence broken only by fits of anger”—haughty with his neighboring peers, “harsh with his vassals in Combourg,” “taciturn, despotic, and menacing at home.” “To see him was to fear him.”

    A woman of “great wit and a prodigious imagination,” his mother’s passions for literature and history (Fénelon, Racine, Madame de Sévigné, Xenophon’s Cyrus) complemented her “elegant manners and lively disposition,” in contrast with “my father’s rigidity and calm.” “Loving society as much as he loved solitude, as exuberant and animated as he was expressionless and cold, she possessed no taste not antagonistic to the tastes of her husband,” but remained devoted to him “compensat[ing] herself with a sort of noisy sadness interspersed with sighs.” To her “I owe the consolation of my life, since it was through her that I took my faith: I gathered the Christian truths that came from her lips.” “In the realm of devotion, my mother was an angel.”

    Such a model, too, was his native city of Saint-Malo. “As early as the reign of Henri IV [it] distinguished itself by its devotion and loyalty to France,” surviving English naval bombardments and supporting the Bourbon monarchs throughout their many wars. The loyalty that is patriotism extended as well to religion. A Catholic priest has testified, “The sun has never shone upon a place more steadfast and unwavering in its loyalty to the true faith than Brittany.” But loyalty may not find its just reward. Recalling the mastiffs that once served as the nighttime guardians of the town, only to be incarcerated and killed when they “snap[ped] unthinkingly at the legs of a gentleman,” Chateaubriand thinks of himself and aphorizes: “Dogs, like men, are punished for their loyalty.”

    By this family, in this place, “I was abandoned to an idle childhood,” with “the town urchins” as “my closest friends.” Hence his republican inclinations. Many of these boys were sons of Breton sailors, men for whom “religion and danger were continually face to face.” “No sooner was I born than I heard talk of death,” as church bells tolled, calling “Christians to pray for the soul of one of their drowned neighbors.” “Nearly every year a boat sank before my very eyes,” and “I scampered along the beaches [as] the sea rolled the corpses of foreign sailors at my feet.” When once he lamented how these men had died far from their homes, his mother told him, as Monica told Augustine, “Nothing is far from God.”

    “My education had been entrusted to Providence, and Providence did not spare me her lessons.” It was an education that owed nothing to ‘Voltaire,’ the Enlightenment; “it was adopted by my parents for no fixed reason and as a natural result of their temperaments,” not their ideas, let alone an rationalist, ideational system which they surely did not have. “What is certain that it made my ideas less similar to those of other men,” that “it imprinted my feelings with a melancholy stamp” born of “habitual suffering [during] the years of weakness, recklessness, and joy.” “The truth is that no system of education is in itself preferable to any other system” because “God does well whatever He does.” He calls his first time at school an “internment.”

    The family left Saint-Malo for Combourg a few years later, and Chateaubriand was enrolled at the Collège de Dol, his mother having “never given up her desire that I be given a classical education.” His republican inclination came out on its playing fields, “I made no effort to lead others, but neither would I be led: I was unfit to be a tyrant or a slave, and so I have remained.” Soon an accomplished schoolboy Latinist, he became tormented upon reading an unexpurgated text of Horace’s poetry, “suspecting that there were secrets incomprehensible to a boy my age, an existence different from mine, pleasures beyond my childish games, charms of an unknown nature in a sex that I knew only through my mother and my sisters.” At the same time, Catholicism taught him that such as-yet incomprehensible sins were damnable. Virgil’s Dido and Eucharis only added to his ambivalence. “If I have since depicted, with some veracity, the workings of the human heart commingled with Christian synderesis, I am convinced that I owe my successes to chance, which introduced me to those two inimical dominions at one and the same time.” Add to these perceptions and sentiments the moral virtue of his aristocratic lineage; at school, too, “my sense of honor was born,” that “exaltation of the soul that keeps the heart incorruptible in a world of corruption.”

    He sought refuge in Catholicism, solemnized in his first communion, the “religious ceremony [which] among young Christians took the place of the taking of the toga virilis practiced among the Romans.” And after the confession that followed “I no longer looked the same to my teachers and my schoolmates. I walked with a light step, my head held high, my face radiant, in all the triumph of repentance.” This religious spirit merged with honor: “I understood then the courage of the martyrs. At that moment, I could have borne witness to Christ on the rack or in the face of a lion.”

    He considered joining the navy, and as he saw a French squadron returning to port, “Nothing has ever given me a loftier idea of the human spirit.” “No doubt I would have enjoyed naval service if my independent spirit had not rendered me unfit for service of any kind,” given “my deep inability to obey.” He returned home to the unexpectedly mild disappointment of his father and to the joy of his mother and his favorite sister, Lucile. He next determined on a life in the Church, attending the Collège de Dinon, where he added Hebrew to Latin and Greek to his collection of languages. But he would eventually decide against taking the cloth.

    Sexual passion, guilt, and spiritual exaltation, mixed together in a household ruled by a father tormented by the condition of a dying aristocracy, brought him to a spiritual crisis. “I had no fixed time for either rising or for breakfasting: I was reputed to be studying until noon, but most of the time I did nothing.” His only companion, his sister Lucile, joined him in translating “the saddest and loveliest passages of Job and Lucretius.” “Lucile’s thoughts were indistinguishable from feelings; and they emerged with difficulty from her soul: but once she had succeeded in expressing them, there was nothing more sublime.” “On the moors of Caledonia,” she “would have been one of Walter Scott’s mystic women, gifted with second sight,” but in Combourg “she was merely a recluse favored with beauty, genius, and misfortune.” And she was afflicted “with Rousseau’s mania, though without his pride: she believed that everyone was conspiring against her.”

    “I was a mystery to myself.” Unable to approach real women, “I composed myself a woman from all the women I had ever seen” in fact or in fiction. “All-ignorant and all-knowing, simultaneously virgin and lover, innocent Eve and fallen Eve, my enchantress nourished my madness with a mixture of mystery and passion.” “Pygmalion was less in love with his statue” than he with his fantasy, “my sylph,” which he made himself worthy of winning also in fantasy, playing the lyre like Apollo, triumphing in battle like Mars. “On emerging from these dreams and finding myself again a poor dark little Breton, without fame, or beauty, or talents, a young man who would draw nobody’s gaze, who would go unnoticed, whom no woman would ever love, despair took hold of me.” “This delirium lasted two whole years, during which my spiritual faculties reached the highest pitch of exaltation” and then, “struck by my folly… I would wallow in my desolation.” At one point, as “the last glimmer of reason fled from me,” he attempted to shoot himself. The gun didn’t fire.

    At last his body gave out. The family doctor “examined me attentively, ordered the appropriate remedies, and declared it absolutely necessary that I be torn away from my current mode of life.” His elder brother could have obtained a church position for him, but his “sense of honor”—which, like Socrates’ daimon, has always given to know “at once what to avoid”—told him that he was too weak to acquire virtues and “too frank” to “conceal my vices.” He proposed “a harebrained scheme”: he would go to Canada to “clear forests,” or perhaps to Asia to serve in the army of an Indian prince. Father’s patience evaporated: “You must renounce your follies” and join the army. “I am old and sick. I am not long for this world. Conduct yourself as a good man should, and never dishonor your name”—which was to say, his name. Father had his own sylph: The dream to see “his name reestablished and the fortune of his house renewed,” which would soon be exposed as “yet another chimera of that time,” destroyed by the Revolution. As for the son, “It was in the woods of Combourg that I became what I am, that I began to feel the first onslaught of that ennui which I have dragged with me through all my days, and that sadness which has been both my torment and my bliss.”

    In Books IV and V Chateaubriand recounts his experiences during the first years of the Revolution. He writes these chapters in 1821, in Berlin, where he was serving as Louis XVIII’s ambassador. “Another man has appeared to me”—six years after the final defeat of Napoleon—”a political man: I do not much care for him.” He scoffs at the late Frederick the Great’s philosophic pretensions. “I made a study of the false Julian in his false Athens,” whose esteem for Voltaire and the Enlightenment, with their contempt for religion, registers only “an ostentatious belief in nothingness.” At Frederick’s summer palace, Sans Souci, “only one thing held my attention: the hands of a clock stopped at the minute that Frederick expired.” But in reality “the hours never suspend their flight; it is not man who stops time, but time that stops man.” “Down in the crypt of the Protestant church, immediately beneath the pulpit of the defrocked schismatic,” Martin Luther, “I saw the tomb of the sophist of the crown.” Like Hegel, whose language about ‘the spirit of the epoch’ sometimes gets into the Mémoires (albeit without any of the rationalist dialectic) Chateaubriand evidently judges the Reformation to have prepared the ground for the Enlightenment. Unlike Hegel, he regards this as neither necessary nor proper.

    “With my father’s death, the first act of my life came to a close,” almost simultaneously with the Old Regime. “There is a new world, a new era.” “Henceforth I would be masterless and enjoy my own fortune; but such liberty frightened me. What would I do with it?” After the inheritance was divided, his family “disbanded like birds flying from the paternal nest”—a sign of the patriarchic and aristocratic family enfeebled. Now a cavalry captain, still painfully awkward in any social situation, he was alarmed when his brother inveigled an invitation for him to be presented at Court to Louis XVI. “I had to set off for Versailles more dead than alive.” “He has seen nothing who has not seen the pomp of Versailles, even after the dismissal of the King’s old entourage: the spirit of Louis XIV was still there.” “One must remember the former prestige of royalty to understand the importance of a presentation in those days,” as the “debutant” was scrutinized with cautious curiosity: Might he become “a favorite of the King?” “He was respected for the future servitude with which he might be honored.” The fact that this king was “six years from the scaffold,” the irony that his painfully self-conscious guest would someday be present at the exhumation of the remains of both king and queen, leads Chateaubriand not only to the traditional reflection on “the vanity of human destinies” but also to the thought that Louis XVI “might have answered his judges as Christ answered” his own judges: “Many good works I have shown you: for which of these works do you stone me?”

    Telling his brother that he intended to return to his regiment in Brittany, “I felt, in a confused way, that I was superior to what I had seen. I came away with an unconquerable disgust for the Court, and this disgust, or rather this contempt, which I have never been able to conceal, will prevent me from succeeding, or it will bring about my downfall at the high point of my career.” It would be interesting to know if this prediction was written in 1821, or when Chateaubriand revised this portion of the manuscript in 1846, when his political career was long finished. But such grasping after facts is the wrong way to read the Memoirs. Chateaubriand has already announced his disdain for Enlightenment rationalism and empiricism. He wants to capture the spirit of himself, of his contemporaries, of his many lives and his country’s many ways of life, over time. He has no aspiration to be an annalist.

    His own spirit began to change. Despite his contempt for the Court, and “despite my natural tastes, something in me was rebelling against obscurity and imploring me to emerge from the shadows.” “The instinct of genius and beauty were pushing Lucile toward a wider stage,” too. By 1789 he was back in Paris, where he met some of the leading men of letters of those days, whom he sketches in ascending order of talent, descending order of virtue. The first was Jean-Baptiste-Claude Delisle de Sales, a kindly old man, “very cordially mediocre,” who had “amassed a fine library of his own works, which he lent out to strangers and which no one in Paris ever read.” De Sales made an annual intellectual pilgrimage to Germany, where “he would replenish his ideas.” “On the pedestal of his marble bust, he had with his own two hands traced the following inscription, borrowed from a bust of Buffon: GOD, MAN, NATURE, HE HAS EXPLAINED THEM ALL.” Chateaubriand rather doubts that, but “Might it not be that, so long as we live, we are under the sway of an illusion similar to that of Delisle de Sales? I would wager that some author who is reading this sentence believes himself a writer of genius and is in fact nothing but a cretin.” Thus does the Viscount invite us all to self-reflection.

    Fellow Breton Pierre-Louis Ginguené was working on a multi-volume history of Italian literature and had already published “a stylish enough piece of verse” titled La Confession de Zulmé, which had garnered him a minor government appointment. “His origins were humble, but the more he attached himself to well-known men, the more arrogant he became.” When the Revolution began, he had “advance knowledge” of a massacre to take place at a Carmelite convent and cynically took no action to prevent it, eying preferment under the new regime—which he in fact received. “Tumbling from mediocrity into importance, from importance into foolishness, and from foolishness to ridiculousness, he ended his days as a distinguished literary critic.”

    “But without question, the most bilious man of letters I knew in Paris at that time was Nicolas Chamfort,” ever-resentful of his common birth and keening to see the monarchy’s ruin. “No one can deny that he had wit and talent, but wit and talent of the kind that does not teach posterity.” (In this Chateaubriand’s judgment failed him, as Chamfort remains in the French literary pantheon for his Maximes et pensées.) No armchair revolutionary,
    Chamfort numbered among those who stormed the Bastille. During the Terror, “furious to find inequalities of rank persisting in this world of sorrows and tears, condemned to be no more than a vilain in the feudality of the executioners, he tried to kill himself to escape from the magnificos of crime. He failed.” (This isn’t quite right, either; Chamford lingered for some time but did die of complications from his horrific self-inflicted gunshot wounds.) Never one to be tempted by pity for irresponsible men, Chateaubriand prefers to be the one who finishes off Chamfort, garroting him with a mordant Christian aphorism of his own: “Death laughs at those who summon it and confuse it with nothingness.”

    “When I reread most of the eighteenth-century writers today, I am puzzled by both the ruckus they raised and by my former admiration of them.” He now finds “something exhausted, passé, pallid, lifeless, and cold in these writers who were the delight of my youth,” even the greatest among them. There was something false in their “mania for Hellenizing and Latinizing our language,” a tendency Rabelais had already seen and mocked. “Our revolutionaries, great Greeks by nature, have obliged our shopkeepers and our peasants to learn hectares, hectoliters, kilometer, millimeters, and decagrams.” The Enlightenment universalized a brittle and spurious classicism; what began in pretension ended led to terror and ended in tyranny.

    “In those days, everything was deranged in minds and in morals: it was a symptom of the revolution to come.” (In his sermons one priest “steered clear of the name of Jesus Christ and spoke only of the ‘Christian Legislator'”—indeed an example of Rousseau in the wrong place.) In a passage that de Gaulle might have written had Chateaubriand not gotten there first, the Viscount observes, “The height of fashion was to be American in town, English at Court, and Prussian in the army: to be anything, in other words, except French.” Blunt-spoken and honest, the redoubtable Old-Regime attorney and statesman Guillaume-Chrétien de Lamoignon de Malesherbes became one of Chateaubriand’s few confidants in Paris, sharing his assessments of the time and characters there. As fellow liberal monarchists (Malesherbes took his bearings from Fénelon and Montesquieu), “we understood each other’s politics.” Although “his natural virtues were a bit tainted by affectation… as a result of the philosophy that he had mingled with them,” he was “full of knowledge, probity and courage,” if often too “hot-headed and passionate.” (After gallantly defending Louis XVI at his trial by the Robespierre regime, Malesherbes would be guillotined for his trouble, along with several of his family. His line would survive; his great-grandson was Alexis de Tocqueville.)

    “The fundamentally generous sentiments” of the early revolutionaries “appealed to my independent character, and the natural antipathy I felt for the Court only strengthened those leanings”—so much so that “The Revolution would have caught me up in its flow if it had not started with crimes. When I saw the first head carried at the end of a pike, I recoiled. In my eyes, murder will never be an object of admiration or an argument for freedom: I know of nothing more servile, more despicable, more cowardly, more narrow-minded than a terrorist.” With that, Chateaubriand draws a line that would only widen as the subsequent centuries have worn on.

    The Revolution proceeded in the provinces, too, and Chateaubriand saw the preparations for it during his visits to Brittany in the years 1787 and 1788. It was then and there when “my political education began.” In fact (Tocqueville would pick up this argument), “the transformations that had been developing for two centuries were coming to term” throughout the country. “France had gone from a feudal monarchy to a monarchy of the Estates-General, from a monarchy of the Estates-General to a parliamentary monarchy, from a parliamentary monarchy to an absolute monarchy, now tending, through the struggle between the magistracy and the royal power, toward representative monarchy.” Centralization and democratization came gradually, with reforms—each of which “seemed to be an isolated accident.” “We could not see these facts together” at the time, but (donning his Hegelian hat) “in all historical periods there is a presiding spirit,” a spirit that militates against efforts to counteract the trend. As both Catholics and Hegelians know, “Every opinion dies powerless or mad if it lacks an assembly to lend it strength and willpower, to give it hands and a tongue. It is and will always be through bodies, legal or illegal, that revolutions arise and continue to arise.” In the French Revolution that set of institutions consisted of the Parisian and provincial parliaments. They “had their own reason for vengeance,” as “absolute monarchy had robbed them of the authority that they had usurped from the Estates-General.” In calling for the restoration of the Estates-General “they didn’t dare admit that they wanted political and legislative power for themselves,” and succeeded in “the resurrection of a body whose inheritance they had reaped, a body that, on returning to life, would instantly reduce them to their own special function: the administration of justice.” Chateaubriand takes this as a lesson in human fallibility. Along with the reformist king, the parliaments “were, without knowing it, instruments of a social revolution.” Further, many of the provincial estates-general were dominated by the Third Estate, the bourgeoisie. Without serious representation of Church or aristocracy, such bodies ensured that “The great kingdom of France, aristocratic in its parties and its provinces, was democratic as a whole.” “There is a whole new history of France to be written about this, or, rather, the history of France remains unwritten.” Tocqueville would write part of it in his The Old Regime and the Revolution. Chateaubriand anticipates the younger man’s critique of centralized bureaucracy: the monarchic Old Regime “bequeathed us centralization, a vigorous type of administration which I look on as an evil, but which was perhaps the only system that could replace the local administrations once these had been destroyed and ignorant anarchy led men around by the nose.”

    In Brittany, the meeting of the Estates did see all three social orders represented, but they first met separately—”raging in their three private storms, which turned into a collective hurricane when the Clergy, the Nobility, and the Third Estate convened,” with “talent, vanity, and ambition” all on full display. The problem in Brittany in the years leading up to the Revolution was the unequal burden of the hearth tax, “levied on each commoner’s fire” but not on aristocrats. This injustice became especially onerous in wartime, when the monarchy’s appetite for revenues increased with its expenses. By 1789 the meeting of the Estates was actually put under siege by the people, causing the aristocrats to boycott the proceedings. “Later, they would go in great numbers to join the Army of Princes, to be decimated with Condé or Charette in the Vendée Wars.” But “in these great social transformations, individual resistance, however honorable for those who resist, is powerless against the facts.” “Pass on now, reader: wade the river of blood that separates forever the old world, which you are leaving, from the new world at whose beginning you will die.”

    Chateaubriand didn’t return to Paris until late in 1789, after the Clergy and Nobility had been incorporated into the Third Estate in the newly-formed National Assembly. There would be no more balanced, mixed regime for France. “The closer we came to the capital, the more disorderly things became,” and in the city itself “the streets were glutted with crowds.” The Queen was still presenting herself and her children in public at Versailles; Chateaubriand saw her there. “Casting her eyes on me with a smile, she made me the same charming curtsy as she had on the day of my presentation. I will never forget those eyes, which were so soon to be extinguished,” nor that smile, the memory of which “allowed me to recognize the jaw of this daughter of kings when the unfortunate woman’s head was discovered in the exhumations of 1815,” a memento mori of the Old Regime,

    He also saw the taking of the Bastille. At the time, “everyone admired what he should have condemned”—the rage, the violence—”and no one looked to the future to see what was in store for the people, the changes in manners, ideas, and political power,” a regime change “in which the taking of the Bastille was only the prelude to an era, a sort of bloodstained jubilee.” The monarchy vainly attempted to halt the change with concessions, but “no party ever believes in converting their opponent: neither liberty capitulating nor power abasing itself ever obtains mercy from its enemies.” Louis XVI could not save his head by adorning it with a tricolor ribbon. For himself, when Chateaubriand saw revolutionaries carrying pikes with the heads of two of Louis’ civil servants, “the idea of leaving France for some distant country began to take root in my mind.”

    Such “cannibal feasts” notwithstanding, “the greatest blows against the old constitution of the State were struck by gentlemen. Patricians started the Revolution, and plebeians finished it. As the old France once owed the French nobility its glory, so the new France owes it its liberty, if there is any such thing as liberty in France.” From the safety of a well-protected balcony, Chateaubriand had shouted to the ignobly savage pike-bearers, “Is this what you take liberty to be?” He would say that to each of the successive rulers of each succeeding French regime, for the remainder of his life, and to several others, from beyond his grave.

    The supreme example of such revolutionary aristocrats was Honoré Gabriel Riqueti, compte de Mirabeau. “Mixed up in world events by the chaos and coincidences of his life, in contact with fugitives of justice, rapists, and adventurers, Mirabeau, the tribune of the aristocracy, the deputy of democracy, had something of Gracchus and Don Juan, of Catiline and Guzmán d’Alfarache, of Cardinal de Richelieu and Cardinal de Retz, of the Regency rake and the Revolutionary savage; he had, moreover, something of ‘Mirabeau,’ an exiled Florentine family that carried with them a memory of those fortified palaces and great factions celebrated by Dante: a naturalized French family in which the Republican spirit of the Italian Middle Ages and the feudal spirit of our Middle Ages were to be united in a succession of extraordinary men.” “Nature seemed to have molded his head either for imperium or for the gallows, chiseled his arms to annul a nation or abduct a woman.” At the rostrum of the National Assembly, “he called to mind Milton’s Chaos, impassive and formless, standing at the center of his own confusion,” a mass of “deep, burning, tempestuous passions.” In this, an aristocratic revolutionary’s soul mirrored, and was mirrored by, the souls of the ‘plebeian’ revolutionaries: “Cynicism of manners, by annihilating the moral sense, brings society back to a kind of barbarism, but these social barbarians, prone to destruction like the Goths, have no power to create like the Goths. The barbarians of old were enormous children of virgin nature; the new ones are the monstrous abortions of nature depraved.”

    But quite the charmer: Chateaubriand enjoyed his company, to a point. “Mirabeau talked a great deal, especially about himself,” a habit no memoirist can honestly condemn. “This son of lions was himself a lion with a chimera’s head; this man so practical when it came to facts was all romance, poetry, and enthusiasm when it came to language and imagination.” He even had a lover named Sophie. “Like me, he had been treated severely by his father, who, like mine, had stood by the inflexible tradition of absolute paternal authority.” “Generous, given to friendship, and quick to pardon offenses,” he had an aristocrat’s (that is to say a lion’s) share of lovers; his youth had been packed with scandals and narrow escapes. He wanted to save the monarchy, but to redesign it to make it palatable to the new democratic society. “Loathing” the masses, he seduced them as if they were yet another woman, and won them, as he had so many others. At the same time, “though a traitor to his order,” the aristocracy, “he maintained its sympathy through caste affinities and common interests.” In his attempts to play one side against another (he made contacts with the royal court and, we now know, the court of the Austrian Emperor, as well), “he founded a school”: “By freeing themselves from moral shackles, men dreamed that they were transforming into statesmen. But these imitations produced only perverse dwarfs.” Astonishingly, Mirabeau died not on the gallows but in bed, a victim, perhaps symbolically, of heart failure. After their dinner, Mirabeau “looked me in the face with eyes full of arrogance, depravity, and genius, and, putting his hand on my shoulder, he said to me, ‘They will never forgive me my superiority!’ I still feel the impression of that hand, as if Satan had touched me with his fiery claw.”

    “Among so many reputations, so many actors, so many events, so many ruins, only three men remain” in the public memory from the Revolution. Each was “attached to one of the great Revolutionary epochs: Mirabeau for aristocracy, Robespierre for democracy, Bonaparte for despotism. The monarchy has nothing: France has paid dearly for those three reputations that Virtue can never acknowledge.” Chateaubriand first noticed Robespierre at the Assembly, “a common-looking deputy” who “read a long and boring report to which no one listened.” By the time Robespierre’s real nature showed itself, Chateaubriand had left the country. But he saw clearly enough the conditions for his rise. In revolutions, “the human race on holiday strolls down the street, rid of its masters and restored for a moment to its natural state; it feels no need of a civic bridle until it shoulders the yoke of the new tyrants, which license breeds.” In passages like this, later readers will feel as if in the pages of Solzhenitsyn’s account of the February Revolution.

    Resigning his military commission, Chateaubriand’s plan of leaving France for the United States, which he had begun to discuss with Malesherbes, began to coalesce. “I needed only a practical purpose for my journey,” as so many grant applicants have realized before and since. “I proposed to discover the Northwest Passage,” a plan “not out of keeping with my poetic nature.” Consulting again with Malesherbes, he consulted the older man’s maps and charts, read travelers’ narratives, and discussed “the precautions to be taken against the severe climate, the attacks of wild beasts, and the dwindling of provisions.” “If I were younger,” his friend told him, “I would go with you and spare myself the sight of all the crimes, betrayals, and insanities of Paris. But at my age a man must die wherever he happens to be.” Armed with a letter of introduction to George Washington by the Marquis de la Rouërie, who had fought in the American revolutionary war, he embarked from Saint-Malo, in order to be able to say farewell to his mother. By this time, he’d “gone from being a Christian zealot to a freethinker, which is to say a very vacant thinker indeed. This change in my religious convictions came from the reading of philosophical books,” paradoxically fitting himself better for adventurous action than serious thought. Philosophy, he later concluded, limits the intelligence by making it think “it can see everything because it keeps its eyes open; a superior intelligence consents to close its eyes, for it perceives that everything is within.” He is perhaps thinking more of Enlightenment philosophy than philosophy itself, but at any rate if one’s sets out for adventure it’s better to have open eyes than closed. “Finally, one other thing brought about the change in my thinking, and that was the bottomless despair I carried with me in the depths of my heart.” The sentiment that had induced him to attempt suicide lingered on, and he sensed that, as before, only by tearing himself away from a way of life lived in untenable circumstances could he combat it. He took his family physician’s advice while no longer needing that estimable man to advise him.

    Chateaubriand finds a fundamental difference between American and French republicanism. America was still dominated by the pervasive domination of nature, unlike ancient France, with its complex civil society and longstanding literary culture. He writes on America from London in 1822, where he serves as the French ambassador in service of Louis XVIII. Not quite thirty years ago he had also stayed in William Pitt’s London, “an obscure and humble traveler,” “poor, sick, and unknown.” He prefers his former obscurity to his present public life, in the predictable course of which he is the object of flattery. “Do you think you can make me take this masquerade seriously? Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe that my nature has changed because I’ve changed my clothes?” No, rather, “Come back, you lovely days of indigence and solitude!” His only refuge in the city now is Kensington Gardens; there, “in perpetual solitude, the birds build their nests in peace.” Writing about his American journey here, where he disembarked for America as a young man, he can at least recreate his old privacy in the privacy of his mind.

    “The flight of birds had guided [Columbus] to America”—nature bringing man to nature. He “must have experienced the kind of feeling that scripture ascribes to the Creator when, having drawn up the earth out of nothingness, he saw that his work was good.” In his own human way, “Columbus also created a world,” at least in the sense that he discovered one that gave men new evidence of the glory of God. And since the arrival of Columbus “this new world had shaken off” the “old monarchical dominion”; Americans having founded “a republic of a hitherto unimaginable type heralding a change in the human spirit.” France had contributed to “these world-altering events,” as “these seas and these shores… owed their independence partly to French blood and to the French flag.” Now, the United States was “sending back to France the Revolution that France had supported with her guns; and my own future, the virgin muse that I had come to give over to the passions of a new nature,” would awaken in America, where he would set his first successful writings, the novellas Atala and René.

    The American capital city, and American cities generally, disappointed. “Philadelphia has a monotonous look,” lacking the “great works of architecture” of Europe. Chateaubriand blames the Reformation, the Protestant movement still “young in years,” which “sacrifices nothing to the imagination.” “The eye is saddened to behold such an even level” of “the mass of walls and roofs” in “the Protestant cities of the United States” with their democratic civil society. Nonetheless, “At that time in my life, I greatly admired Republics, although I did not believe them possible at the stage of world history that we [French] had reached: I understood Liberty as the ancients did, as the daughter of a nascent society’s ways; but I knew nothing of Liberty as the daughter of enlightenment and an old civilization.” But “Liberty of the kind that the representative republic has proved to be a reality,” thanks to Mr. Madison and his colleagues. “God grant that it may be durable!” He very reasonably suspects that only God, and not Americans themselves, can make it so. “Will Americans preserve their form of government? Will the States not sunder?” A Virginia representative “has already argued for the ancient theory of liberty which accepted slavery, and which was the result of paganism, against a representative from Massachusetts who defended the cause of modern liberty without slavery, which Christianity has wrought.” Thus both the regime of the United States at its union have been thrown into question. Moreover, the Western states, “so far from the Atlantic,” might “prefer their own regime.” These things being so, is “the federal bond strong enough to preserve the union and compel each state to stand ranked around it”? And if it were, and if in acting so to preserve the union “the power of the presidency were increased, would despotism not be close behind”?

    If the federal union did dissolve, that would leave the existing sovereign states, however many there might be, in a condition of mutual enmity. Even absent foreign alliances and interventions, might this not result in the decline of republicanism itself within those states, or even a new empire in North America, as one state came to dominate all the others? Chateaubriand speculated that Kentucky “would seem destined to be the conquering State,” a far-fetched notion then, and laughable now, but the basic idea wasn’t silly, when he conceived it in 1822.

    Geopolitically, the rise of the Latin American republics, “troubled as these democracies are,” might lead to war. “When the United States had nothing near them except the colonies of a transatlantic kingdom, serious warfare was unlikely. But today, isn’t a rivalry to be feared?” If war comes, might this not precipitate the rise of an American Napoleon?

    And what if the Union does hold? “I have spoken of the danger of war, but I must also recall the dangers of prolonged peace.” With continued increase of population and wealth, decadence might follow, and with it the inability to resist foreign attack. “China and India, asleep in their muslins, have been constantly subject to foreign domination.” “What best suits the complexion of a free society is a state of peace tempered by war or a state of war tempered by peace.” With their “mercantile spirit” filling their souls, Americans may decline into luxury followed by bankruptcy.

    “What’s more, it is difficult to create a homeland from States which have no community rooted in religion or material interests, which have arisen from different sources at different times, and which survive on different soils and under different suns.” What have Frenchmen in Louisiana, Spaniards in Florida, Germans in New York, and Englishmen along the Atlantic seaboard—”all of whom are reputed to be Americans”—really have in common? “How many centuries will it take to render these elements homogeneous!”

    Finally, “the enormous imbalance of wealth is a more serious threat to the spirit of equality than any other.” “A chrysogeneous aristocracy, with a passionate love of distinctions and titles, is ready to emerge.” Whether Yankee merchants or Southern planters, “these plebeian nobles aspire to be a caste despite the progress of enlightenment that has made them equal and free.” Secretly, Americans love titles, ancestries, coats-of-arms—some so much that they migrate to Europe. And this happens in reverse: “A cadet from Gascony, landing with no more than a cloak and an umbrella on these republican shores, as long as he remembers to refer to himself by the title of ‘marquis,’ is guaranteed to be well received on every steamboat.” At the same time, the new, American aristocracy lacks the family sentiments of the old, European aristocracy, and so do the middle and lower classes. “Family feeling scarcely exists” in America. “As soon as a child is in a condition to work, he must fly on his own two wings like a fledgling bird,” “emancipated into premature orphanhood” and forming “bands of nomads who clear the lands, dig canals, and exercise their industry everywhere, but without ever attaching themselves to the soil.” Especially in the towns, this results in “a cold hard egotism.”

    The American Founders united, and Abraham Lincoln reunited, this huge and heterogeneous country on the moral foundation of natural right, as enunciated in the Declaration of Independence. Although Chateaubriand regards America as the land of nature, in contrast to the highly conventional life of old Europe, he doesn’t have natural right in mind. Rather, he asks, “Could the Americans be suffering, without knowing it, from the law of a climate where vegetable nature seems to have thrived at the expense of sentient beings?” Could the vast forests of North America not have nurtured a cold people, a people lacking in moral sentiments? And as for the doctrine of natural right, “one might wonder whether the American has not become too quickly accustomed to philosophical liberty, as the Russian has become accustomed to civilized despotism.”

    In his account of America, Chateaubriand clearly provides the nucleus of Tocqueville’s argument in Democracy in America. He differs from Tocqueville in one crucial respect. Beneath it all, Chateaubriand simply does not accept natural right as a valid claim. He makes this clear in recounting one of his conversations with Malesherbes. His friend justified resistance to the Jacobin regime on the grounds that “a government ceases to exist when, instead of guaranteeing the fundamental laws of society, it transgresses the laws of equality and the rules of justice. It is then licit to defend oneself however one can, by whatever means best serve to overthrow tyranny and reestablish the rights of each and all.” Chateaubriand doubts this. “The principles of natural rights, first put forth by the greatest polemicists, developed so eloquently by such a man as M. de Malesberbes, and supported by so many historical examples, were striking; but I remained unconvinced.” By returning to France and fighting in the royalist army, “in truth, I merely yielded to the impulse of any era, on a point of honor”—on the principle of aristocracy, not on the principles of natural rights. It is, one must remark, unusual to see the likes of Hobbes, Locke, and Rousseau described as mere polemicists.

    “In sum, the United States give the impression of being a colony, not a mother country: they have no past, and their mores are not a result of their laws.” No “permanent society” exists, or is “practicable among them.” “Man is never truly settled when the household gods are wanderers.” Thus “the American seems to have inherited from Columbus the mission to discover new worlds rather than create them.” He admires George Washington (“there is virtue in the gaze of a great man”), but of course Washington was formed within settled, socially hierarchic Virginia when it was part of the British Empire; he doubts that men of Washington’s type can arise under the American regime, now that its civil-social moeurs have democratized, even as society’s actual structure has not. He could not anticipate a new type—a Lincoln, or even a Roosevelt—who might also defend the regime and the Union or, in the case of FDR, transform it from a democratic republic into a mixed regime while still defending it against tyranny.

    What Chateaubriand does see clearly is the difference between the two great generals, Washington and Napoleon. First, “Washington does not belong, like Bonaparte, to that race which surpasses ordinary human stature. There is nothing astonishing about him,” he concludes having dined with him (or at least claiming to have dined). The “theater” of his action is not “vast,” ranging from Spain to Russia, Egypt to Vienna. “He overturns no thrones only to rebuild others from their ruins.” Second, he was cautious and responsible, “charged with the liberty of future generations” and fearing “to compromise it.” He was no egoist, preferring to carry “the destiny of his country” not his own. “From this profound humility,” Washington accomplished far more. “Look around the forests where Washington’s sword once gleamed, and what do you find? Tombstones? No: a world! Washington left the United States as a trophy on his battlefield.”

    “Bonaparte had nothing in common with this serious American.” With his Europe-wide wars, “the only thing he wants to create is his reputation; he is burdened by nothing but his own lot.” He treats his glory “as if it were his fleeting youth,” in the while “smother[ing] liberty of others and ending by “losing his own liberty on his last battleground.” While Washington won independence for his country, Bonaparte robbed his country of its own. When he died, “what [did] the citizens have to mourn?” “Washington’s Republic survives; Bonaparte’s Empire is destroyed. Washington and Bonaparte both issued from the womb of democracy: they were both children of Liberty; but while the first was faithful, the second betrayed her.” Washington’s glory “is the patrimony of civilization.” Bonaparte “might have enriched the common domain,” acting as he did “on the most intelligent, the most courageous, and the most brilliant nation on earth.” But he lacked Washington’s magnanimity; “men were nothing in his eyes but a means to power,” and “no sympathy linked their happiness with his.” If Washington founded a modern Israel, a light unto the nations, Bonaparte reprised the Egyptian pharaohs, who “placed their funereal pyramids not among the flowering fields” of a Promised Land but “amid the barren sands: Bonaparte built the monument to his fame in their image.”

    Pressing on with his journey, Chateaubriand first traveled north to Niagara Falls and Canada, then south through Pittsburgh, down the Ohio River, and into Kentucky. (He turned south after a sensible fur trader explained that if he went much further “I would arrive in icy regions where I would die of cold and hunger.”) His first encounter with American Indians was a comic disappointment, as he stumbled upon a lean-to shack where about twenty of the “savages” were gyrating to the tune of a fiddle played by a French dancing instructor. “Was it not a devastating thing for a disciple of Rousseau, to be introduced to savage life by a forest ball organized for the Iroquois by a former scullion in the army of General Rochambeau? I wanted very much to laugh, but I felt cruelly humiliated.” The Iroquois had once been more serious—”a race that seemed destined to conquer the other Indian races, if outsiders had not come to drain his blood and quash his spirit.” The “last virtue left to the savages in the midst of European civilization” is hospitality; he dined well when with them. “From them, one knows well what hospitality must have been in ancient days, when the hearth was as sacred as the altar.” They maintained the continuity of their families, too, by conferring the oldest name of the family on the newborn, always through the maternal line,” as a sign of honor.” “This connects the two extremities of life, and the beginning and the end of the family; it conveys a kind of immortality to one’s ancestors and supposes that they are present among their descendants.” They bury their dead on tribal lands, which then become sacred ground: “take the bones of their fathers from these savages and you take their history, their laws, and even their gods; you rob these men, and their future generations, of the proof that they ever existed or that they were ever annihilated.” Such customs recall those of the Greeks and Romans described by Chateaubriand’s contemporary, Fustel de Coulanges, in The Ancient City.

    Chateaubriand relates all this with sympathy, but without sentimentality. He knows that the Cherokee and the Iroquois fought each other over hunting grounds in present-day Kentucky for more than two centuries, making it “a land of blood.” He knows that “at the start of the War of American Independence, the savages were still eating their prisoners, or at least the ones who were killed: an English captain, dipping a ladle into an Indian stewpot, once drew out a hand.” And while there was indeed something “great and noble” about the Indian when he was “naked or dressed in skins,” had only other Indians to kill, “in our day, European rags attest to his wretchedness without covering his nakedness: he has become a beggar at the counting-house door and no longer a savage in his forest.” Europeans “have robbed the New World’s flowers only of those treasures that the natives did not know how to use, and they have made use of these treasures only to enrich the soil from which they harvested them”—as John Locke had argued, a century before Chateaubriand arrived there. Indeed, his main regret is that France no longer possesses these lands. “We are now excluded from the new universe, where the human race is starting over again,” “disinherited from the conquests made by our courage and our genius.” “Thinking of Canada and Louisiana, looking over the old maps of the former French colonies in America, I must ask myself how my country’s government could have let go of these colonies”—by his calculation some two-thirds of the continent—”which would today be an inexhaustible source of prosperity.” Without identifying the seller in words, he silently points to Napoleon, whose evanescent conquests were useless, financed in part by his sale of Louisiana to the United States.

    Learning that Louis XVI had been arrested and was to be put on trial, he cut short his travels and returned to France to fight with fellow loyalist troops against the forces of the regime of The Terror. But not before he was married to a friend of Lucile, who arranged things to repair the “gaping hole in my inheritance” left by his journey to America. “If the public man in me is unshakable, the private man is at the mercy of whosoever wants to sway him, and in order to avoid the quarrel of an hour, I would sell myself into slavery for a century.” (It wasn’t really that bad. Mme. Chateaubriand never read his books and produced no children, but she supported him loyally. “When the two of us appear before God, it is I who will be condemned.”)

    In Paris he visited a couple of his old literary acquaintances, including the poet Ange-François de Sainte-Ange, upon whom he inflicts one of his choicer merciless epigrams: “He made a concerted effort not to be stupid, but he could never quite prevent himself.” He saves his moral indignation for the ruling terrorists: “They sang of nature, peace, pity, beneficence, candor, and domestic virtues, and meanwhile these blessed philanthropists sent their neighbors to have their necks sliced, with extreme sensibility, for the greater happiness of the human race.” The people on the streets “no longer seemed tumultuous, curious, reckless; they were outright menacing,” and Chateaubriand “sensed the approach of a plebeian tyranny,” worse than the tyranny of the Roman emperors. “For the sovereign people are everywhere, and when they become tyrants, tyranny is everywhere; it is the universal presence of a universal Tiberius.”

    This might not have happened had the National Assembly survived. But in September of the previous year, 1791, it had had been dissolved, replaced by the Legislative Assembly, which consisted of an entirely different group of delegates. When the king vetoed their decrees against the aristocratic émigrés and the priests, the political fevers mounted; the solons ordered the purchase of guillotines a few months later, while the radical Jacobin and Cordelier parties formed, eager to use the new invention. He recalls Jean-Paul Marat (“the fetus-faced Swiss”), Camille Desmoulins (who “consented to become a Spartan only so long as the recipe for the black broth was left to Méot, the restauranteur”), Georges Jacques Danton (“the face of a gendarme crossed with that of a slippery and ruthless attorney), and Fabre D’Églantine (“a man of remarkable weakness”). It was Danton who spoke the coda for the ideological tyrants of the next two centuries: “None of these priests or nobles is guilty, but they must die because they are out of place: they are impeding the progress of events and waylaying the future.” The French proved themselves superior to the Germans, the Russians, and the Chinese, however, as other revolutionaries eventually sent most of these personages to the guillotine, too.

    With his brother, Chateaubriand joined royalist forces in Brussels. Among the aristocrats gathered there, some outranked others in the aristocratic pecking order. The “High Emigration,” as he calls them, paraded their newly-purchased uniforms “with all the rigor of their frivolity,” hoping to make a favorable impression on Belgian girls. “These brilliant knights were preparing for success on the battlefield by success in love; just the reverse of the old chivalry.” “They looked down disdainfully on all us little gentlemen from the provinces and poor officers turned soldiers.” He received more respect from Frederick William, the King of Prussia, who saw him on the parade grounds, greeted him, and upon hearing that the young French gentleman had returned from America to fight for his king, told him “Monsieur, one can always recognize the sentiments of the French nobility.” Along with Christian principles, such sentiments are in fact Chateaubriand’s moral framework, not natural right. “People now [as he writes this in 1822] condemn the émigrés and say we were nothing but ‘a pack of tigers who clawed at their mother’s breast’; but in the epoch of which I am speaking, a man held fast to the old examples, and honor counted just as much as country. In 1792, loyalty to oaths was still seen as a duty; today, it has become so rare it is regarded as a virtue.” European aristocrats were just that—European, not only national, respecting one another, fighting against but sometime with one another, intermarrying. And what is more, at least in Chateaubriand’s mind “the true heroes” of the royalist troops were “the plebeian soldiers, who had no personal interests clouding their sacrifice.” They too took their oath to the crown as duty, standing on it and not on rights.

    The passing of the aristocratic society has had another effect. “The old men of earlier eras were less miserable and isolated than they are today.” Their friends may have died, “but few other things changed around them.” “Strangers to youth, they were no strangers to society.” In a democratic society, by contrast, an old man sees not only his cohort dying, “he has seen ideas dying.” “Principles, manners, tastes, pleasures, pains, and feelings: nothing anymore resembles what he once knew. He finishes his day among a different species of the human race.” And “you Frenchmen of the Nineteenth Century,” you will not be exempt. “You shall grow old in your turn, and you shall be accused, as we have been accused, of holding to superannuated ideas.” You too will become strangers in your homeland.

    Nor will nature console you, in your old age. “The birds, the flowers the beautiful evenings at the end of April, the beautiful nights that begin with the dusk’s first nightingale and end with the dawn’s first swallow, these things that make you need and crave happiness—you snuff them out. You still feel their charm, but they are no longer for you.” They are for the young. “The freshening grace of nature, which reminds you of your past joys, makes your miseries uglier. You are nothing but a stain upon the earth. You spoil nature’s harmony and sweetness with your presence, your words, and even with the feelings that you dare express. You may love, but you can no longer be loved.” For Chateaubriand, nature is no more a source of solace for the old than it is a source of right for mankind.

    The royalist troops with whom Chateaubriand fought well, even as he himself doubted that they could win the war. They might have won the siege at Thionville; it was illness that ruined their chances, when dysentery and then smallpox struck the troops. Escaping into the forest, he collapsed, was discovered unconscious by some friendly wagon-drivers, and eventually received medical assistance thanks to his brother, who went looking for him. During his four months of convalescence on the Isle of Jersey (a lovely place, “subject to English dominion since the death of Robert, Duc de Normandie”), Louis XVI was executed. “At least the émigrés then excited general sympathy. Our cause seemed to be the cause of European order; and a misfortune honored, as ours was, is a rare thing.”

    Moving to Somerset after his convalescence, and then to London, he held on financially by doing translation work and writing his first substantial work, the Essai historique sur les revolutions, for M. Pelletier, an editor “who made a great deal of money and then ate it all up”; “while not exactly a vicious man,” Pelletier “was gnawed at by a verminous horde of little defects of which he could not be cleansed,” “a libertine and a rogue” who “drank in champagne whatever was paid to him in sugar.” Eventually, he stopped commissioning work for the young émigré, having become “bored by prolonged charity.” “Famous for a moment,” the Essai “was soon forgotten.” It “offers a compendium of my existence, as a poet, a moralist, a polemicist, and a political thinker.”

    A kind uncle came to Chateaubriand’s aid, enabling him to settle for a while into London’s small colony of French exiles, “artists in misery seated on the ruins of France.” “I owed the softening of my hard lot at this time to study: Cicero was right to recommend the camaraderie of letters as a balm for the sorrow of life.” He needed it: newspapers reported a day when the same French scaffold claimed the lives of Malesherbes, Malesherbes’ daughter, granddaughter and grandson-in-law, and Chateaubriand’s brother. His wife and his sister Lucile were in prison, “accused of the crime of my emigration.” They, and his mother, were spared the guillotine only when the French regime ousted and executed Robespierre in July 1794, ending the Reign of Terror.

    While in England, Chateaubriand, his health still fragile, was taken in by a generous couple with a beautiful young daughter, whom he allowed to fall in love with him. After several months, her mother asked him to marry the girl, and Chateaubriand confessed that he was already married. He left the household the next day, properly ashamed. Writing in London more than two decades later, he asks “What had brought about my latest misfortune? My obstinate silence. To make sense of this, it is necessary to examine my character.”

    “At no time has it been possible for me to overcome the spirit of restraint and inward solitude that prevents me from discussing what moves me.” Easily bored himself, he prefers not to bore others by talking about himself. “I am sincere and truthful, but I am lacking in openness of heart. My soul tends constantly to close up,” except when writing; “I have never let on about my whole life except in these Memoirs.” The human mind abhorring a vacuum, “I have become for others a sort of fantastic being with no relation to my reality,” a creature of their imagination. “In my inward and theoretical life, I am the man of dreams; in my outward and practical life, I am the man of realities”—easily understood as a public man, impenetrable at his core. No stranger to arguments in the forum, he detests them in personal relations: “as you wish has always relieved me of the boredom of persuading anyone or of trying to assert a truth” in private conversation. “I do not make a virtue of my invincible and quite involuntary circumspection,” offering it only as an explanation of his conduct. “If I had not been subject to this odious mental oddity, any misunderstanding would have been impossible, and I would not have seemed as though I had intentionally abused the most generous hospitality.” In the end he told the truth, but this “does not excuse me: real harm had been done.”

    Since then, the girl, Charlotte Ives, has replaced the imaginary Muse of his youth. “Her image sat before me as I wrote,” “a ray of light to reign over me.” He recalls that she visited him when he served as French ambassador to London in the 1820s, asking him to procure a favor from the British Prime Minister Canning. Now married to British admiral Samuel Sutton, she wished him to intercede on behalf of her eldest son, for whom she sought a post in India. “‘I would be very grateful, and I would love to owe my first child’s happiness to you.’ She lingered on these last words.” Suspicious minds will be relieved to know that the Sutton children were born years after Chateaubriand left the Sutton home; the lady seems only to have meant to suggest what might have been, had he stayed.

    Among the London émigrés Chateaubriand found Louis-Marcelin Fontanes, a poet, editor, and monarchist—”the last writer of the classical school in the elder line.” Born after Rousseau, his tastes connected him with Fénelon. “He was unable to reestablish the classical school, which was coming to an end with the language of Racine.” As in many respects the founder of “the so-called Romantic school” in France—the literary revolution that accompanied the social and political one—Chateaubriand might have been disparaged by the older man. “If anything in the world was sure to be antipathetic to M. Fontanes, it was my style of writing.” But not so; Fontanes was better than that. “My friend, instead of being revolted by my barbarity, became its passionate defender.” The “established critical rules” of French classicism simply did not apply to Chateaubriand’s writings, “but he sensed that he was entering a new world; he beheld a new nature; he comprehended a language that he did not speak.” For his own part, Chateaubriand says, “I owe him whatever is correct in my style,” as “he taught me to respect the ear, and he prevented me from falling prey to the extravagant inventions and uneven executions of my disciples.” “We often dined in some solitary tavern in Chelsea, by the Thames, talking for hours about Milton and Shakespeare. They had seen what we were seeing; they had sat like us on the bank of this river: for us a foreign river, for them a native stream.”

    In summer of 1798 Chateaubriand received word that his mother had died. The Essai, pervaded with skepticism if not atheism, had given her pain, and his sister, Julie, wrote to him, “If you know how many tears your errant ways have caused our honorable mother to weep, and how deplorable they appear to anyone of a thoughtful mind, to anyone who lays claim, not only to piety, but to reason; if you knew this, it would perhaps persuade you to open your eyes and make you renounce writing altogether.” Chateaubriand writes: “The thought of having poisoned the last days of the woman who carried me in her womb cast me into despair. I flung my copies of the Essai into the fire, for it was the instrument of my crime.” Far from giving up writing, however, “the thought came to me of expiating my first work by composing a religious work,” which would be The Genius of Christianity. By the time his sister’s letter arrived, she had joined their mother in death, having never recovered from the effects of imprisonment. “These two voices issuing from the grave, the dead serving as interpreter of the dead, made a deep impression on me. I became a Christian. I did not yield, I admit, to any great supernatural light; my conviction issued from the heart. I wept and I believed.” Chateaubriand came to Christianity the aristocratic way—not directly, through the Monarch-God, but through select human beings he loved.

    But with a difference. “The memory of Charlotte,” too, “governed all my thoughts, and, to finish me off, the first desire for fame and glory inflamed my feverish imagination,” a “desire [that] came to me out of filial affection.” That is, his father’s command to bring honor to the family name now animated him, but through the memory of his mother, his sister, and his first beloved—through women. From patriarchy to devotion to the womanly: In a sense, that is the way classicism became Romanticism. And that is why The Genius of Christianity was the right book at the right time; it gave witness to Jesus Christ by way of the sensibilities of its time and place. The old form of the aristocratic spirit was disappearing. “Sweet, patriarchal, innocent, honorable family friendship, your century has passed!” “We are born and we die now one by one”—as “individualists,” Tocqueville would soon say. “The living are in a hurry to cast the dead into Eternity and free themselves from the burden of a corpse.” The “days of religion and tenderness, when the son died in the same house, in the same armchair beside the same hearth where his father and grandfather had died before him, surrounded, as they were, by tearful children and grandchildren gathered to receive one last paternal blessing” are gone and “shall never return.” But the body of Christ, as the Crusaders saw, is no corpse to be cast out or recovered, and His spirit can be renewed in men’s hearts and minds in a way that meets those hearts and minds as they are now.

    “My readings correlative to The Genius of Christianity had little by little led me to a more thorough consideration of English literature,” formed as its authors were by Christian ideas and sentiments. “One stumbled across Milton and Shakespeare everywhere,” and for good reason: “The actor who took on the role of the ghost in Hamlet was the great phantom, the shade of the Middle Ages who rose over the world like a star in the night at the very moment when those ages went down among the dead: enormous centuries that Dante opened and that Shakespeare sealed.” But Milton, a man of the modern world, called to him. Literary reputations are built by the inferior writers, but if a Shakespeare is “misunderstood by men, these divinities never misunderstand one another.” “Is there anything more admirable than this society of illustrious equals, revealing themselves to one another by signs, hailing one another, and conversing in a language understood by themselves alone?”

    “Shakespeare is one of five or six writers who have everything needed to nourish the mind.” With him, Chateaubriand ranks Homer, Dante, and Rabelais. “These mother-geniuses”—again, the womanly—”have birthed and brought up all the others”: Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, Aristophanes, Horace, and Virgil; Petrarch and Tasso; Montaigne, La Fontaine, and Molière; Byron and Scott. “They invented the words and the names that have gone to swell the vocabularies of whole populations; their expressions have become proverbs; their imagined characters have changed into real characters with heirs and lineage.” And “they sow the ideas that yield a thousand others,” furnishing “images, subjects, and styles for every art.” “Sowing” shifts the metaphor to masculinity, and sure enough: The great writers have fathered “four or five races of men” in the “womb” of “the human spirit.” Do not imitate Ham, laughing when he encountered, “naked and asleep, in the shadow of the ark stranded in the mountains of Armenia, the solitary boatman of the abyss. Let us respect this diluvian navigator who began creation anew after heaven’s downpour. Pious children, blessed by our father, let us cover him chastely with our cloak.” Chateaubriand may not rank himself with such men, but he surely thinks of himself as a man who began creation anew after the French revolutionary flood. If he doesn’t expect to be understood by subsequent generations, he does ask for their mercy.

    Not that a Shakespeare sets out to be a Shakespeare. “What can fame mean to Shakespeare? Its noise will never rise to his ear.” If he was a Christian, he now has better things to contemplate. So too, if a Deist. And “if an atheist, he sleeps a sleep without breath or reawakening, which is called death.” “Nothing is more vain than glory from the other side of the grave, unless it has given life to friendship, been useful to virtue, lent a hand to the unfortunate—unless it be granted to us to enjoy in heaven the consoling, generous, and liberating idea left by us on earth.” This is Chateaubriand’s apologia, offered to all of France’s spiritual factions.

    Offered to the French, because “no one, in a living literature, can be a competent judge except of works written in his own language. It is vain to believe you possess a foreign idiom in all its depths.” The difference between the human spirit and a national spirit is style. “It has been claimed that true beauty is for all time and all countries: yes, if we are speaking of the beauties of feeling and thought, but no, not the beauties of style. Style is not, like thought, cosmopolitan: it has a native soil, sky, and sun of its own.” That is why the English and Germans “do not understand Racine, or La Fontaine, or even most of Molière.” A (perhaps excessively) simple example of what Chateaubriand means may be seen in Macbeth’s famous soliloquy beginning, “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow….” Try translating it into French: “Demain, et demain, et demain….” You see the impossibility of reading the same line, expressing the same thought, the same way, with the same resonance, the same intonation. And intonation is a shade of meaning as well as an element of style.

    All the more reason to return to France, his native soil. By 1797 Bonaparte was First Consul, “restoring order through despotism.” It had become safe for the exiles to return. His favorite sister, Lucile, had survived the Terror, as had his wife. “I brought back nothing from the land of exile but regrets and dreams.” By the spring of 1800 he was about to experience his first literary success, the beginning of his career as a writer. “I seem to be saying a last goodbye to my father’s house, abandoning the thoughts and illusions of my youth like sisters or sweethearts whom I leave beside the family hearth and shall never see again.” “I landed in France with the century.”

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