Yet home education is not without its drawbacks, to which I am fully alive.  Society, like nature, is a jealous power, and will have not her rights encroached on, or her system set at naught.  Thus, children who are brought up at home are exposed too early to the fire of the world; they see its passions and become at home with its subterfuges.  The finer distinctions, which regulate the conduct of matured men and women, elude their perceptions, and they take feeling and passion for their guide instead of subordinating those to the code of society; whilst the gay trappings and tinsel which attract so much of the world’s favor blind them to the importance of the more sober virtues.  A child of fifteen with the assurance of a man of the world is a thing against all nature; at twenty-five he will be prematurely old, and his precocious knowledge only unfits him for the genuine study on which all solid ability must rest.  Life in society is one long comedy, and those who take part in it, like other actors, reflect back impressions which never penetrate below the surface.  A mother, therefore, who wishes not to part from her children, must resolutely determine that they shall not enter the gay world; she must have courage to resist their inclinations, as well as her own, and keep them in the background.  Cornelia had to keep her jewels under lock and key.  Shall I do less for the children who are all the world to me?

Now that I am thirty, the heat of the day is over, the hardest bit of the road lies behind me.  In a few years I shall be an old woman, and the sense of duty done is an immense encouragement.  It would almost seem as though my trio can read my thoughts and shape themselves accordingly.  A mysterious bond of sympathy unites me to these children who have never left my side.  If they knew the blank in my life which they have to fill, they could not be more lavish of the solace they bring.

Armand, who was dull and dreamy during his first three years at school, and caused me some uneasiness, has made a sudden start.  Doubtless he realized, in a way most children never do, the aim of all this preparatory work, which is to sharpen the intelligence, to get them into habits of application and accustom them to that fundamental principle of all society—­obedience.  My dear, a few days ago I had the proud joy of seeing Armand crowned at the great interscholastic competition in the crowded Sorbonne, when your godson received the first prize for translation.  At the school distribution he got two first prizes—­one for verse, and one for an essay.  I went quite white when his name was called out, and longed to shout aloud, “I am his mother!” Little Nais squeezed my hand till it hurt, if at such a moment it were possible to feel pain.  Ah!  Louise, a day like this might outweigh many a dream of love!

His brother’s triumphs have spurred on little Rene, who wants to go to school too.  Sometimes the three children make such a racket, shouting and rushing about the house, that I wonder how my head stands it.  I am always with them; no one else, not even Mary, is allowed to take care of my children.  But the calling of a mother, if taxing, has so many compensating joys!  To see a child leave its play and run to hug one, out of the fulness of its heart, what could be sweeter?