were the fruits of his early devotion,
having had
from my youth a strong inclination to the study of
plants and all other productions of nature.
The vehement passion of PEIRESC for knowledge, according
to accounts which Gassendi received from old men who
had known him as a child, broke out as soon as he had
been taught his alphabet; for then his delight was
to be handling books and papers, and his perpetual
inquiries after their contents obliged them to invent
something to quiet the child’s insatiable curiosity,
who was hurt when told that he had not the capacity
to understand them. He did not study as an ordinary
scholar, for he never read but with perpetual researches.
At ten years of age, his passion for the studies of
antiquity was kindled at the sight of some ancient
coins dug up in his neighbourhood; then that vehement
passion for knowledge “began to burn like fire
in a forest,” as Gassendi happily describes the
fervour and amplitude of the mind of this man of vast
learning. Bayle, who was an experienced judge
in the history of genius, observes on two friars, one
of whom was haunted by a strong disposition to
genealogical,
and the other to
geographical pursuits, that,
“let a man do what he will, if nature incline
us to certain things, there is no preventing the gratification
of our desire, though it lies hid under a monk’s
frock.” It is not, therefore, as the world
is apt to imagine, only poets and painters for whom
is reserved this restless and impetuous propensity
for their particular pursuits; I claim it for the
man of science as well as for the man of imagination.
And I confess that I consider this strong bent of the
mind in men eminent in pursuits in which imagination
is little concerned, and whom men of genius have chosen
to remove so far from their class, as another gifted
aptitude. They, too, share in the glorious fever
of genius, and we feel how just was the expression
formerly used, of “their
thirst for knowledge.”
But to return to the men of genius who answer more
strictly to the popular notion of inventors.
We have BOCCACCIO’S own words for a proof of
his early natural tendency to tale-writing, in a passage
of his genealogy of the gods:—“Before
seven years of age, when as yet I had met with no
stories, was without a master, and hardly knew my letters,
I had a natural talent for fiction, and produced some
little tales.” Thus the “Decamerone”
was appearing much earlier than we suppose. DESCARTES,
while yet a boy, indulged such habits of deep meditation,
that he was nicknamed by his companions “The
Philosopher,” always questioning, and ever settling
the cause and the effect. He was twenty-five
years of age before he left the army, but the propensity
for meditation had been early formed; and he has himself
given an account of the pursuits which occupied his
youth, and of the progress of his genius; of the secret
struggle which he so long maintained with his own
mind, wandering in concealment over the world for