r into intimate relations with Grimm； this brought her into the center of a famous circle。 Her letters give us a clear but far from flattering reflection of the manners of the time。 She unveils the bare and hard facts of her own experience； the secret workings of her own soul。 The picture is not a pleasant one； but it is full of significance to the moralist； and furnishes abundant matter for psychological study。
The young girl； who had entered upon the scene about 1725； under the name of Louise Florence Petronille…Tardieu d'Esclavelles； was married at twenty to her cousin。 It seems to have been really a marriage of love； but the weak and faithless M。 d'Epinay was clearly incapable of truth or honor； and the torturing process by which the confiding young wife was disillusioned； the insidious counsel of a false and profligate friend； with the final betrayal of a tender and desolate heart； form a chapter as revolting as it is pathetic。 The fresh； lively； pure…minded； sensitive girl； whose intellect had been fed on Rollin's history and books of devotion； who feared the dissipations of the gay world and shrank with horror from the rouge which her frivolous husband compelled her to put on； learned her lesson rapidly in the school of suffering。
At thirty she writes of herself； after the fashion of the pen portraits of the previous century：
〃I am not pretty； yet I am not plain。 I am small； thin； very well formed。 I have the air of youth； without freshness； but noble； sweet； lively； spirituelle； and interesting。 My imagination is tranquil。 My mind is slow； just； reflective； and inconsequent。 I have vivacity； courage； firmness； elevation； and excessive timidity。 I am true without being frank。 Timidity often gives me the appearance of dissimulation and duplicity； but I have always had the courage to confess my weakness； in order to destroy the suspicion of a vice which I have not。 I have the finesse to attain my end and to remove obstacles； but I have none to penetrate the purposes of others。 I was born tender and sensible； constant and no coquette。 I love retirement； a life simple and private； nevertheless I have almost always led one contrary to my taste。 Bad health； and sorrows sharp and repeated； have given a serious cast to my character； which is naturally very gay。〃
Her first entrance into the world in which wit reigned supreme was in the free but elegant salon of Mlle。 Quinault； an actress of the Comedie Francaise； who had left the stage； and taking the role of a femme d'esprit； had gathered around her a distinguished and fashionable coterie。 This woman； who had received a decoration for a fine motet she had composed for the queen's chapel； who was loved and consulted by Voltaire； and who was the best friend of d'Alembert after the death of Mlle。 de Lespinasse； represented the genius of esprit and finesse。 She was the companion of princes； the adoration of princesses； the oracle of artists and litterateurs； the model of elegance； and the embodiment of social success。 It did not matter much that the tone of her salon was lax； it was fashionable。 〃It distilled dignity； la convenance； and formality；〃 says the Marquise de Crequi； who relates an anecdote that aptly illustrates the glamour which surrounded talent at that time。 She was taken by her grandmother to see Mlle。 Quinault； and by some chance mistook her for Mlle。 de Vertus； who was so much flattered by her innocent error that she left her forty thousand francs； when she died a few months later。
Mme。 d'Epinay was delighted to find herself in so brilliant a world； and was greatly fascinated by its wit； though she was not sure that those who met there did not 〃feel too much the obligation of having it。〃 But she caught the spirit； and transferred it； in some degree； to her own salon； which was more literary than fashionable。 Here Francueil presents 〃a sorry devil of an author who is as poor as Job； but has wit and vanity enough for four。〃 This is Rousseau； the most conspicuous figure in the famous coterie。 〃He is a man to whom one should raise altars；〃 wrote Mme。 d'Epinay。 〃And the simplicity with which he relates his misfortunes！ I have still a pitying soul。 It is frightful to imagine such a man in misery。〃 She fitted up for him the Hermitage； and did a thousand kind things which entitled her to a better return than he gave。 There is a pleasant moment when we find him the center of an admiring circle at La Chevrette； falling madly in love with her clever and beautiful sister…in…law the Comtesse d'Houdetot； writing 〃La Nouvelle Heloise〃 under the inspiration of this passion； and dreaming in the lovely promenades at Montmorency； quite at peace with the world。 But the weeping philosopher； who said such fine things and did such base ones； turned against his benefactress and friend for some imaginary offense； and revenged himself by false and malicious attacks upon her character。 The final result was a violent quarrel with the whole circle of philosophers； who espoused the cause of Mme。 d'Epinay。 This little history is interesting； as it throws so much light upon the intimate relations of some of the greatest men of the century。 Behind the perpetual round of comedies； readings； dinners； music； and conversation； there is a real comedy of passion； intrigue； jealousy； and hidden misery that destroys many illusions。
Mme。 d'Epinay has been made familiar to us by Grimm； Galiani； Diderot； Rousseau； and Voltaire。 Perhaps； on the whole； Voltaire has given us the most agreeable impression。 She was ill of grief and trouble； and had gone to Geneva to consult the famous Tronchin when she was thrown into more or less intimacy with the Sage of Ferney。 He invited her to dinner immediately upon her arrival。 〃I was much fatigued； besides having confessed and received communion the evening before。 I did not find it fitting to dine with Voltaire two days afterward；〃 writes this curiously sensitive friend of the free…thinkers。 He addresses her as ma belle philosophe； speaks of her as 〃an eagle in a cage of gauze；〃 and praises in verse her philosophy； her esprit； her heart； and her 〃two great black eyes。〃 He weeps at her departure； tells her she is 〃adored at Delices； adored at Paris； adored present and absent。〃 But 〃the tears of a poet do not always signify grief；〃 says Mme。 d'Epinay。
There is a second period in her life； when she introduces us again to the old friends who always sustained her； and to many new ones。 The world that meets in her salon later is much the same as that which dines with Baron d'Holbach。 To measure its attractions one must recall the brilliancy and eloquence of Diderot； the wit； the taste； the learning； the courtly accomplishments of Grimm； the gaiety and originality of d'Holbach； who had 〃read everything and forgotten nothing interesting；〃 the sparkling conversation of the most finished and scholarly diplomats in Europe； many of whom we have already met at the dinners of Mme。 Geoffrin。 They discuss economic questions； politics； religion； art； literature； with equal freedom and ardor。 They are as much divided on the merits of Gluck's 〃Armida〃 and Piccini's 〃Roland〃 as upon taxes； grains； and the policy of the government。 The gay little Abbe Galiani brings perennial sunshine with the inexhaustible wit and vivacity that lights his clear and subtle intellect。 〃He is a treasure on rainy days；〃 says Diderot。 〃If they made him at the toy shops everybody would want one for the country。〃 〃He was the nicest little harlequin that Italy has produced；〃 says Marmontel； 〃but upon the shoulders of this harlequin was the head of a Machiavelli。 Epicurean in his philosophy and with a melancholy soul； seeing everything on the ridiculous side； there was nothing either in politics or morals apropos of which he had not a good story to tell； and these stories were always apt and had the salt of an unexpected and ingenious allusion。〃 He did not accept the theories of his friends； which he believed would 〃cause the bankruptcy of knowledge； of pleasure； and of the human intellect。〃 〃Messieurs les philosophes； you go too fast；〃 he said。 〃I begin by saying that if I were pope I would put you in the Inquisition； and if I were king of France； into the Bastille。〃 He saw the drift of events； but if he reasoned like a philosopher he laughed like a Neapolitan。 What matters tomorrow if we are happy today！
The familiar notes and letters of these clever people picture for us a little world with its small interests； its piques； its loves； its friendships； its quarrels； and its hatreds。 Diderot； who refused for a long time to meet Mme。 d'Epinay； but finally became an intimate and lasting friend； touches often； in his letters to Sophie； upon the pleasant informality of La Chevrette； with its curious social episodes and its emotional undercurrents。 He does not forget even the pigeons； the geese； the ducks； and the chickens； which he calls his own。 Pouf； the dog； has his place here too； and flits often across the scene； a tiny bit of reflected immortality。 These letters represent the bold iconoclast on his best side； kind； simple in his tastes； and loyal to his friends。 He was never at home in the great world。 He was seen sometimes in the salons of Mme。 Geoffrin； Mme。 Necker； and others； but he made his stay as brief as possible。 Mme。 d'Epinay succeeded better in attaching him to her coterie。 There was more freedom； and he probably had a more sympathetic audience。 〃Four lines of this man make me dram more and occupy me more；〃 she said； 〃than a complete work of our pretended beaux esprits。〃 Grimm； too； was a central figure here； and Grimm was his friend。 But over his genius； as over that of Rousseau； there was the trail of the serpent。 The breadth of his thought； the brilliancy of his criticisms； the eloquence of his style were clouded with sensualism。 〃When you see on his forehead the reflection of a ray from Plato；〃 says Sainte…Beuve； 〃do not trust it； look well； there is always the foot of a satyr。〃
It was to the clear and penetrating intellect of Grimm； with its vein of German romanticism； that Mme。 d'Epinay was indebted for the finest appreciation and the most genuine sympathy。 〃Bon Dieu；〃 he writes to Diderot； 〃how this woman is to be pit