way.  The object of the education of feeling is to arrive at discerning and eliminating the elements which interfere with the integrity of it.  Rousseau called Madame de Warens his mother, but he was a man who was lacking in good taste.  George Sand frequently puts into her novels this conception of love which we see her put into practice in life.  It is impossible when analyzing it closely not to find something confused and disturbing in it which somewhat offends us.

It now remains for us to study what influence George Sand’s friendship with some of the greatest artists of her times had on her works.  Beside Liszt and Chopin, she knew Delacroix, Madame Dorval, Pauline Viardot, Nourrit and Lablache.  Through them she went into artistic circles.  Some of her novels are stories of the life of artists. Les Maitres Mosaistes treats of the rivalry between two studios. La derniere Aldini is the story of a handsome gondolier who, as a tenor, turned the heads of patrician women.  The first part of Consuelo takes us back to the singing schools and theatres of Venice in the eighteenth century, and introduces us to individuals taken from life and cleverly drawn.  We have Comte Zustiniani, the dilettante, a wealthy patron of the fine arts; Porpora, the old master, who looks upon his art as something sacred; Corilla, the prima donna, annoyed at seeing a new star appear; Anzoleto, the tenor, who is jealous because he gets less applause than his friend; and above and beyond all the others Consuelo, good kind Consuelo, the sympathetic singer.

The theatres of Venice seem to be very much like those of Paris and of other places.  We have the following sketch of the vanity of the comedian.  “Can a man be jealous of a woman’s advantages?  Can a lover dislike his sweetheart to have success?  A man can certainly be jealous of a woman’s advantages when that man is a vain artist, and a lover may hate his sweetheart to have any success if they both belong to the theatre.  A comedian is not a man, Consuelo, but a woman.  He lives on his sickly vanity; he only thinks of satisfying that vanity, and he works for the sake of intoxicating himself with vanity.  A woman’s beauty is apt to take attention from him and a woman’s talent may cause his talent to be thrown in the background.  A woman is his rival, or rather he is the rival of a woman.  He has all the little meannesses, the caprices, the exigences and the weak points of a coquette.”  Such is the note of this picture of things and people in the theatrical world.  How can we doubt its veracity!

At any rate, the general idea that George Sand had of the artist was exactly the idea adopted by romanticism.  We all know what a being set apart and free from all social and moral laws, what a “monster” romanticism made of the artist.  It is one of its dogmas that the necessities of art are incompatible with the conditions of a regular life.  An artist, for instance, cannot be bourgeois, as he is the exact opposite.  We have Kean’s speech in Dumas’ drama, entitled Kean, or Disorder and Genius.