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YEAR 1788.
[Notebook notes]
— December 25, 1787, Sunday. Saint Catherine’s Day. Walk at 10 in the evening.
— January 30, the Wednesday before Shrove Tuesday, 1788. Edmeton’s wedding.
— February 5, Shrove Tuesday. Morning awakening. Supper. Evening.
— February 7. Arrival of Fontanes. Walk to Beaudemond, March 19, Saint Joseph’s Day; white wine. — At Val profonde, April: song in the vineyard. Walk to Baujard beforehand. Bleating lambs.
— March 24, the day after Easter. Boulettes at Saint-Martin.
— March 29, 1788. — Delicias domini... It is a shepherd in love with a young slave.
— May 7, Wednesday. Departure of my cousin.
— 8, 9, 10, walks and evening games.
— 22, first feast of Corpus Christi.
— 29, Octave.
— Wednesday, July 2, return. Summer temperat. Sculpture seen on a peasant’s door. Reflections.
— Thursday 3. Walk in the morning. Writ. this, afternoon.
— 14. Passage of Mme R... on the coach.
— October 2, 1788. — Reverie from the hilltops at five in the evening. To bed at a quarter past 3 in the morning.
July 30, 1788.
Impartiality springs from a disposition to judge men and things favorably.
[1788.]
Victories are the lot of peoples fallen into decline, just as they are of peoples coming into prosperity.
“Verses written by M. Joubert the elder for the feast day of M. Martineau the father in 1788 and sung by M. Martineau, his eldest son.”
Tune: On compterait ses diamants.
I am the eldest of the seven children whose father you celebrate here, and have known him from the time my eyes first saw the light; I shall paint him feature by feature, I shall tell the truth itself: his portrait is easily drawn, He always shows himself the same
The mother who nourished us, whose beloved features the liveliest youth still colors, is happy in his tenderness; he is grave, he is serious, my young sisters love to laugh, and yet in all our games he is the first we want.
He lives without guile at the courthouse, he is a son to his father-in-law, a guardian to all his servants, a brother to his clients; the oppressor has no enemy more unyielding and more stern, and the innocent no friend more fearless and more sincere.
If he is not always loved by those his frankness has wounded, he is always esteemed by them. I have no fear of being contradicted. Everywhere they praise his reason and his virtue, stern and bare, he would have been renowned in his district even had he driven the plow.
He is proud, not of being an orator and not of being acclaimed worthy to be a legislator; he is proud only of being an honest man, I stop at this last feature... it is worth all the others together; I promised you his portrait, applaud, for it is a likeness.
Joubert the elder.
“Virtue partakes of the earth,” says Plutarch. Wisdom is wholly celestial.
It is the mean (Plutarch says again), taking away on one side from what is excessive and adding on the other to what is deficient.
Most of Plutarch’s treatises were written to be read in lecture halls, philosophers then reading their own [works] aloud.