soul； violently torn from the body and stormily shaken in presence of
the fulminating majesty of God； been rendered with such force。 Before
that clamor of clamors all artists and their most passionate
compositions must bow humiliated。 No； nothing can stand beside that
hymn； which sums all human passions； gives them a galvanic life beyond
the coffin； and leaves them； palpitating still； before the living and
avenging God。 These cries of childhood； mingling with the tones of
older voices； including thus in the Song of Death all human life and
its developments； recalling the sufferings of the cradle； swelling to
the griefs of other ages in the stronger male voices and the quavering
of the priests；all this strident harmony； big with lightning and
thunderbolts； does it not speak with equal force to the daring
imagination； the coldest heart； nay； to philosophers themselves？ As we
hear it； we think God speaks； the vaulted arches of no church are mere
material； they have a voice； they tremble； they scatter fear by the
might of their echoes。 We think we see unnumbered dead arising and
holding out their hands。 It is no more a father； a wife； a child；
humanity itself is rising from its dust。
It is impossible to judge of the catholic； apostolic； and Roman faith；
unless the soul has known that deepest grief of mourning for a loved
one lying beneath the pall； unless it has felt the emotions that fill
the heart； uttered by that Hymn of Despair； by those cries that crush
the mind； by that sacred fear augmenting strophe by strophe； ascending
heavenward； which terrifies； belittles； and elevates the soul； and
leaves within our minds； as the last sound ceases； a consciousness of
immortality。 We have met and struggled with the vast idea of the
Infinite。 After that； all is silent in the church。 No word is said；
sceptics themselves /know not what they are feeling/。 Spanish genius
alone was able to bring this untold majesty to untold griefs。
When the solemn ceremony was over； twelve men came from the six
chapels and stood around the coffin to hear the song of hope which the
Church intones for the Christian soul before the human form is buried。
Then； each man entered alone a mourning…coach； Jacquet and Monsieur
Desmarets took the thirteenth； the servants followed on foot。 An hour
later； they were at the summit of that cemetery popularly called Pere…
Lachaise。 The unknown twelve men stood in a circle round the grave；
where the coffin had been laid in presence of a crowd of loiterers
gathered from all parts of this public garden。 After a few short
prayers the priest threw a handful of earth on the remains of this
woman； and the grave…diggers； having asked for their fee； made haste
to fill the grave in order to dig another。
Here this history seems to end； but perhaps it would be incomplete if；
after giving a rapid sketch of Parisian life； and following certain of
its capricious undulations； the effects of death were omitted。 Death
in Paris is unlike death in any other capital； few persons know the
trials of true grief in its struggle with civilization； and the
government of Paris。 Perhaps； also； Monsieur Jules and Ferragus XXIII。
may have proved sufficiently interesting to make a few words on their
after life not entirely out of place。 Besides； some persons like to be
told all； and wish； as one of our cleverest critics has remarked； to
know by what chemical process oil was made to burn in Aladdin's lamp。
Jacquet； being a government employee； naturally applied to the
authorities for permission to exhume the body of Madame Jules and burn
it。 He went to see the prefect of police； under whose protection the
dead sleep。 That functionary demanded a petition。 The blank was
brought that gives to sorrow its proper administrative form； it was
necessary to employ the bureaucratic jargon to express the wishes of a
man so crushed that words； perhaps； were lacking to him； and it was
also necessary to coldly and briefly repeat on the margin the nature
of the request； which was done in these words： 〃The petitioner
respectfully asks for the incineration of his wife。〃
When the official charged with making the report to the Councillor of
State and prefect of police read that marginal note； explaining the
object of the petition； and couched； as requested； in the plainest
terms； he said：
〃This is a serious matter！ my report cannot be ready under eight
days。〃
Jules； to whom Jacquet was obliged to speak of this delay；
comprehended the words that Ferragus had said in his hearing； 〃I'll
burn Paris！〃 Nothing seemed to him now more natural than to annihilate
that receptacle of monstrous things。
〃But；〃 he said to Jacquet； 〃you must go to the minister of the
Interior； and get your minister to speak to him。〃
Jacquet went to the minister of the Interior； and asked an audience；
it was granted； but the time appointed was two weeks later。 Jacquet
was a persistent man。 He travelled from bureau to bureau； and finally
reached the private secretary of the minister of the Interior； to whom
he had made the private secretary of his own minister say a word。
These high protectors aiding； he obtained for the morrow a second
interview； in which； being armed with a line from the autocrat of
Foreign affairs to the pacha of the Interior； Jacquet hoped to carry
the matter by assault。 He was ready with reasons； and answers to
peremptory questions；in short； he was armed at all points； but he
failed。
〃This matter does not concern me；〃 said the minister； 〃it belongs to
the prefect of police。 Besides； there is no law giving a husband any
legal right to the body of his wife； nor to fathers those of their
children。 The matter is serious。 There are questions of public utility
involved which will have to be examined。 The interests of the city of
Paris might suffer。 Therefore if the matter depended on me； which it
does not； I could not decide /hic et nunc/； I should require a
report。〃
A /report/ is to the present system of administration what limbo or
hades is to Christianity。 Jacquet knew very well the mania for
〃reports〃； he had not waited until this occasion to groan at that
bureaucratic absurdity。 He knew that since the invasion into public
business of the /Report/ （an administrative revolution consummated in
1804） there was never known a single minister who would take upon
himself to have an opinion or to decide the slightest matter； unless
that opinion or matter had been winnowed； sifted； and plucked to bits
by the paper…spoilers； quill…drivers； and splendid intellects of his
particular bureau。 Jacquethe was one of those who are worthy of
Plutarch as biographersaw that he had made a mistake in his
management of the affair； and had； in fact； rendered it impossible by
trying to proceed legally。 The thing he should have done was to have
taken Madame Jules to one of Desmaret's estates in the country； and
there； under the good…natured authority of some village mayor to have
gratified the sorrowful longing of his friend。 Law； constitutional and
administrative； begets nothing； it is a barren monster for peoples；
for kings； and for private interests。 But the peoples decipher no
principles but those that are writ in blood； and the evils of legality
will always be pacific； it flattens a nation down； that is all。
Jacquet； a man of modern liberty； returned home reflecting on the
benefits of arbitrary power。
When he went with his report to Jules； he found it necessary to
deceive him； for the unhappy man was in a high fever； unable to leave
his bed。 The minister of the Interior mentioned； at a ministerial
dinner that same evening； the singular fancy of a Parisian in wishing
to burn his wife after the manner of the Romans。 The clubs of Paris
took up the subject； and talked for a while of the burials of
antiquity。 Ancient things were just then becoming a fashion； and some
persons declared that it would be a fine thing to re…establish； for
distinguished persons； the funeral pyre。 This opinion had its
defenders and its detractors。 Some said that there were too many such
personages； and the price of wood would be enormously increased by
such a custom； moreover； it would be absurd to see our ancestors in
their urns in the procession at Longchamps。 And if the urns were
valuable； they were likely some day to be sold at auction； full of
respectable ashes； or seized by creditors；a race of men who
respected nothing。 The other side made answer that our ancestors were
much safer in urns than at Pere…Lachaise； for before very long the
city of Paris would be compelled to order a Saint…Bartholomew against
its dead； who were invading the neighboring country； and threatening
to invade the territory of Brie。 It was； in short； one of those futile
but witty discussions which sometimes cause deep and painful wounds。
Happily for Jules； he knew nothing of the conversations； the witty
speeches； and arguments which his sorrow had furnished to the tongues
of Paris。
The prefect of police was indignant that Monsieur Jacquet had appealed
to a minister to avoid the wise delays of the commissioners of the
public highways； for the exhumation of Madame Jules was a question
belonging to that department。 The police bureau was doing its best to
reply promptly to the petition； one appeal was quite sufficient to set
the office in motion； and once in motion matters would go far。 But as
for the administration； that might take the case before the Council of
state；a machine very difficult indeed to move。
After the second day Jacquet was obliged to tell his friend that he
must renounce his desire； because； in a city where the number of tears
shed on black draperies is tariffed； where the laws recognize seven
classes of funerals； where the scrap of ground to hold the dead is
sold at its weight in silver； where grief is worked for what it is
worth； where the prayers of the Church are costly； and the vestry
claim payment for extra voices in the /Dies irae/；all attempt to get
out of the rut prescribed by the authorities for sorrow is useless and
impossible。
〃It would have been to me；〃 said Jules； 〃a comfort in my misery。 I
meant to have died away from here； and I hoped to hold her in my arms
in a dis