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قراءة كتاب Sons of the Soil
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SONS OF THE SOIL
By Honore De Balzac
Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley
Contents
DEDICATION
SONS OF THE SOIL
PART I
| CHAPTER I. | THE CHATEAU |
| CHAPTER II. | A BUCOLIC OVERLOOKED BY VIRGIL |
| CHAPTER III. | THE TAVERN |
| CHAPTER IV. | ANOTHER IDYLL |
| CHAPTER V. | ENEMIES FACE TO FACE |
| CHAPTER VI. | A TALE OF THIEVES |
| CHAPTER VII. | CERTAIN LOST SOCIAL SPECIES |
| CHAPTER VIII. | THE GREAT REVOLUTIONS OF A LITTLE VALLEY |
| CHAPTER IX. | CONCERNING THE MEDIOCRACY |
| CHAPTER X. | THE SADNESS OF A HAPPY WOMAN |
| CHAPTER XI. | THE OARISTYS, EIGHTEENTH ECLOGUE OF THEOCRITUS |
| CHAPTER XII. | SHOWETH HOW THE TAVERN IS THE PEOPLE'S PARLIAMENT |
| CHAPTER XIII. | A TYPE OF THE COUNTRY USURER |
PART II
| CHAPTER I. | THE LEADING SOCIETY OF SOULANGES |
| CHAPTER II. | THE CONSPIRATORS IN THE QUEEN'S SALON |
| CHAPTER III. | THE CAFE DE LA PAIX |
| CHAPTER IV. | THE TRIUMVIRATE OF VILLE-AUX-FAYES |
| CHAPTER V. | VICTORY WITHOUT A FIGHT |
| CHAPTER VI. | THE FOREST AND THE HARVEST |
| CHAPTER VII. | THE GREYHOUND |
| CHAPTER VIII. | RURAL VIRTUE |
| CHAPTER IX. | THE CATASTROPHE |
| CHAPTER X. | THE TRIUMPH OF THE VANQUISHED |
ADDENDUM
DEDICATION
To Monsieur P. S. B. Gavault.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau wrote these words at the beginning of his
Nouvelle Heloise: "I have seen the morals of my time and I publish
these letters." May I not say to you, in imitation of that great
writer, "I have studied the march of my epoch and I publish this
work"?
The object of this particular study—startling in its truth so
long as society makes philanthropy a principle instead of
regarding it as an accident—is to bring to sight the leading
characters of a class too long unheeded by the pens of writers who
seek novelty as their chief object. Perhaps this forgetfulness is
only prudence in these days when the people are heirs of all the
sycophants of royalty. We make criminals poetic, we commiserate
the hangman, we have all but deified the proletary. Sects have
risen, and cried by every pen, "Arise, working-men!" just as
formerly they cried, "Arise!" to the "tiers etat." None of these
Erostrates, however, have dared to face the country solitudes and
study the unceasing conspiracy of those whom we term weak against
those others who fancy themselves strong,—that of the peasant
against the proprietor. It is necessary to enlighten not only the
legislator of to-day but him of to-morrow. In the midst of the
present democratic ferment, into which so many of our writers
blindly rush, it becomes an urgent duty to
Jean-Jacques Rousseau wrote these words at the beginning of his
Nouvelle Heloise: "I have seen the morals of my time and I publish
these letters." May I not say to you, in imitation of that great
writer, "I have studied the march of my epoch and I publish this
work"?
The object of this particular study—startling in its truth so
long as society makes philanthropy a principle instead of
regarding it as an accident—is to bring to sight the leading
characters of a class too long unheeded by the pens of writers who
seek novelty as their chief object. Perhaps this forgetfulness is
only prudence in these days when the people are heirs of all the
sycophants of royalty. We make criminals poetic, we commiserate
the hangman, we have all but deified the proletary. Sects have
risen, and cried by every pen, "Arise, working-men!" just as
formerly they cried, "Arise!" to the "tiers etat." None of these
Erostrates, however, have dared to face the country solitudes and
study the unceasing conspiracy of those whom we term weak against
those others who fancy themselves strong,—that of the peasant
against the proprietor. It is necessary to enlighten not only the
legislator of to-day but him of to-morrow. In the midst of the
present democratic ferment, into which so many of our writers
blindly rush, it becomes an urgent duty to