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also with religious works。 But the world is slow to accord a twofold superiority； and it is quite possible that the fame of her beauty has prevented full justice to her mental abilities。 Mme。 de Genlis tells us that she has a great deal of esprit。 It is certain that no woman could have held her place as the center of a distinguished literary circle and the confidante and adviser of the first literary men of her time； without a fine intellectual appreciation。 〃To love what is great；〃 said Mme。 Necker 〃is almost to be great one's self。〃 Ballanche advised her to translate Petrarch； and she even began the work； but it was never finished。 〃Believe me；〃 he writes； 〃you have at your command the genius of music； flowers； imagination； and elegance。 。 。 。 Do not fear to try your hand on the golden lyre of the poets。〃 He may have been too much blinded by a friendship that verged closely upon a more passionate sentiment to be an altogether impartial critic； but it was a high tribute to her gifts that a man of such conspicuous talents thought her capable of work so exacting。 Her qualities were those of taste and a delicate imagination rather than of reason。 Her musical accomplishments were always a resource。 She sang； played the harp and piano； and we hear of her during a summer at Albano playing the organ at vespers and high mass。 She danced exquisitely； and it was her ravishing grace that suggested the shawl dance of 〃Corinne〃 to Mme。 de Stael and of 〃Valerie〃 to Mme。 de Krudener。 One can fancy her； too； at Coppet； playing the role of the angel to Mme。 de Stael's Hagara spirit of love and consolation to the stormy and despairing soul of her friend。
But her real power lay in the wonderful harmony of her nature； in the subtle penetration that divined the chagrins and weaknesses of others； only to administer a healing balm； in the delicate tact that put people always on the best terms with themselves； and gave the finest play to whatever talents they possessed。 Add to this a quality of beauty which cannot be caught by pen or pencil； and one can understand the singular sway she held over men and women alike。 Mme。 de Krudener； whose salon so curiously united fashion and piety； worldliness and mysticism； was troubled by the distraction which the entrance of Mme。 Recamier was sure to cause； and begged Benjamin Constant to write and entreat her to make herself as little charming as possible。 His note is certainly unique； though it loses much of its piquancy in translation：
〃I acquit myself with a little embarrassment of a commission which Mme。 de Krudener has just given me。 She begs you to come as little beautiful as you can。 She says that you dazzle all the world； and that consequently every soul is troubled and attention is impossible。 You cannot lay aside your charms； but do not add to them。〃
In her youth she dressed with great simplicity and was fond of wearing white with pearls； which accorded well with the dazzling purity of her complexion。
Mme。 Recamier was not without vanity； and this is the reverse side of her peculiar gifts。 She would have been more than mortal if she had been quite unconscious of attractions so rare that even the children in the street paid tribute to them。 But one finds small trace of the petty jealousies and exactions that are so apt to accompany them。 She liked to please； she wished to be loved； and this inevitably implies a shade of coquetry in a young and beautiful woman。 There is an element of fascination in this very coquetry； with its delicate subtleties and its shifting tints of sentiment。 That she carried it too far is no doubt true； that she did so wittingly is not so certain。 Her victims were many； and if they quietly subsided into friends； as they usually did； it was after many struggles and heart burnings。 But if she did not exercise her power with invariable discretion； it seems to have been less the result of vanity than a lack of decision and an amiable unwillingness to give immediate pain； or to lose the friend with the lover。 With all her fine qualities of heart and soul； she had a temperament that saved her from much of the suffering she thoughtlessly inflicted upon others。 The many violent passions she roused do not seem to have disturbed at all her own serenity。 The delicate and chivalrous nature of Mathieu de Montmorency； added to his years； gave his relations to her a half…paternal character； but that he loved her always with the profound tenderness of a loyal and steadfast soul is apparent through all the singularly disinterested phases of a friendship that ended only with his life。
Prince Augustus； whom she met at Coppet； called up a passing ripple on the surface of her heart； sufficiently strong to lead her to suggest a divorce to her husband； whose relations to her； though always friendly； were only nominal。 But he appealed to her generosity； and she thought of it no more。 Why she permitted her princely suitor to cherish so long the illusions that time and distance do not readily destroy is one of the mysteries that are not easy to solve。 Perhaps she thought it more kind to let absence wear out a passion than to break it too rudely。 At all events； he cherished no permanent bitterness； and never forgot her。 At his death； nearly forty years later he ordered her portrait by Gerard to be returned； but her ring was buried with him。
The various phases of the well…known infatuation of Benjamin Constant； which led him to violate his political principles and belie his own words rather than take a course that must result in separation from her； suggest a page of highly colored romance。 The letters of Mlle。 de Lespinasse scarcely furnish us with a more ardent episode in the literature of hopeless passion。 The worshipful devotion of Ampere and Ballanche would form a chapter no less interesting； though less intense and stormy。
But the name most inseparably connected with Mme。 Recamier is that of Chateaubriand。 The friendship of an unquestioned sort that seems to have gone quite out of the world； had all the phases of a more tender sentiment； and goes far towards disproving the charge of coldness that has often been brought against her。 It was begun after she had reached the dreaded forties； by the death bed of Mme。 de Stael； and lasted more than thirty years。 It seems to have been the single sentiment that mastered her。 One may trace in the letters of Chateaubriand the restless undercurrents of this life that was outwardly so serene。 He writes to her from Berlin； from England； from Rome。 He confides to her his ambitions； tells her his anxieties； asks her counsel as to his plans； chides her little jealousies； and commends his wife to her care and attention。 This recalls a remarkable side of her relations with the world。 Women are not apt to love formidable rivals； but the wives of her friends apparently shared the admiration with which their husbands regarded her。 If they did not love her； they exchanged friendly notes； and courtesies that were often more than cordial。 She consoles Mme。 de Montmorency in her sorrow； and Mme。 de Chateaubriand asks her to cheer her husband's gloomy moods。 Indeed； she roused little of that bitter jealousy which