But he did not know how to set about it, and spoke on the subject to his wife, who was stupefied.

“Officer of the Academy!  What have you done to deserve it?”

He got angry.  “I know what I am talking about.  I only want to know how to set about it.  You are quite stupid at times.”

She smiled.  “You are quite right.  I don’t understand anything about it.”

An idea struck him:  “Suppose you were to speak to M. Rosselin, the deputy; he might be able to advise me.  You understand I cannot broach the subject to him directly.  It is rather difficult and delicate, but coming from you it might seem quite natural.”

Mme. Caillard did what he asked her, and M. Rosselin promised to speak to the minister about it; and then Caillard began to worry him, till the deputy told him he must make a formal application and put forward his claims.

“What were his charms?” he said.  “He was not even a Bachelor of Arts.”  However, he set to work and produced a pamphlet, with the title, “The People’s Right to Instruction,” but he could not finish it for want of ideas.

He sought for easier subjects, and began several in succession.  The first was, “The Instruction of Children by Means of the Eye.”  He wanted gratuitous theatres to be established in every poor quarter of Paris for little children.  Their parents were to take them there when they were quite young, and, by means of a magic lantern, all the notions of human knowledge were to be imparted to them.  There were to be regular courses.  The sight would educate the mind, while the pictures would remain impressed on the brain, and thus science would, so to say, be made visible.  What could be more simple than to teach universal history, natural history, geography, botany, zoology, anatomy, etc., etc., in this manner?

He had his ideas printed in pamphlets, and sent a copy to each deputy, ten to each minister, fifty to the President of the Republic, ten to each Parisian, and five to each provincial newspaper.

Then he wrote on “Street Lending-Libraries.”  His idea was to have little pushcarts full of books drawn about the streets.  Everyone would have a right to ten volumes a month in his home on payment of one sou.

“The people,” M. Caillard said, “will only disturb itself for the sake of its pleasures, and since it will not go to instruction, instruction must come to it,” etc., etc.

His essays attracted no attention, but he sent in his application, and he got the usual formal official reply.  He thought himself sure of success, but nothing came of it.

Then he made up his mind to apply personally.  He begged for an interview with the Minister of Public Instruction, and he was received by a young subordinate, who was very grave and important, and kept touching the knobs of electric bells to summon ushers, and footmen, and officials inferior to himself.  He declared to M. Caillard that his matter was going on quite favorably, and advised him to continue his remarkable labors, and M. Caillard set at it again.