The same Gauffecourt rendered me much about this time, a service of which I stood in the greatest need.  I had just lost my virtuous father, who was about sixty years of age.  I felt this loss less severely than I should have done at any other time, when the embarrassments of my situation had less engaged my attention.  During his life-time I had never claimed what remained of the property of my mother, and of which he received the little interest.  His death removed all my scruples upon this subject.  But the want of a legal proof of the death of my brother created a difficulty which Gauffecourt undertook to remove, and this he effected by means of the good offices of the advocate De Lolme.  As I stood in need of the little resource, and the event being doubtful, I waited for a definitive account with the greatest anxiety.

One evening on entering my apartment I found a letter, which I knew to contain the information I wanted, and I took it up with an impatient trembling, of which I was inwardly ashamed.  What? said I to myself, with disdain, shall Jean Jacques thus suffer himself to be subdued by interest and curiosity?  I immediately laid the letter again upon the chimney-piece.  I undressed myself, went to bed with great composure, slept better than ordinary, and rose in the morning at a late hour, without thinking more of my letter.  As I dressed myself, it caught my eye; I broke the seal very leisurely, and found under the envelope a bill of exchange.  I felt a variety of pleasing sensations at the same time:  but I can assert, upon my honor, that the most lively of them all was that proceeding from having known how to be master of myself.

I could mention twenty such circumstances in my life, but I am too much pressed for time to say everything.  I sent a small part of this money to my poor mamma; regretting, with my eyes suffused with tears, the happy time when I should have laid it all at her feet.  All her letters contained evident marks of her distress.  She sent me piles of recipes, and numerous secrets, with which she pretended I might make my fortune and her own.  The idea of her wretchedness already affected her heart and contracted her mind.  The little I sent her fell a prey to the knaves by whom she was surrounded; she received not the least advantage from anything.  The idea of dividing what was necessary to my own subsistence with these wretches disgusted me, especially after the vain attempt I had made to deliver her from them, and of which I shall have occasion to speak.  Time slipped away, and with it the little money I had; we were two, or indeed, four persons; or, to speak still more correctly, seven or eight.  Although Theresa was disinterested to a degree of which there are but few examples, her mother was not so.  She was no sooner a little relieved from her necessities by my cares, than she sent for her whole family to partake of the fruits of them.  Her sisters, sons, daughters,