The publication of this work was not succeeded by the applause which had followed that of all my other writings.  No work was ever more highly spoken of in private, nor had any literary production ever had less public approbation.  What was said and written to me upon the subject by persons most capable of judging, confirmed me in my opinion that it was the best, as well as the most important of all the works I had produced.  But everything favorable was said with an air of the most extraordinary mystery, as if there had been a necessity of keeping it a secret.  Madam de Boufflers, who wrote to me that the author of the work merited a statue, and the homage of mankind, at the end of her letter desired it might be returned to her.  D’Alembert, who in his note said the work gave me a decided superiority, and ought to place me at the head of men of letters, did not sign what he wrote, although he had signed every note I had before received from him.  Duclos, a sure friend, a man of veracity, but circumspect, although he had a good opinion of the work, avoided mentioning it in his letters to me.  La Condomine fell upon the Confession of Faith, and wandered from the subject.  Clairaut confined himself to the same part; but he was not afraid of expressing to me the emotion which the reading of it had caused in him, and in the most direct terms wrote to me that it had warmed his old imagination:  of all those to whom I had sent my book, he was the only person who spoke freely what he thought of it.

Mathas, to whom I also had given a copy before the publication, lent it to M. de Blaire, counsellor in the parliament of Strasbourg.  M. de Blaire had a country-house at St. Gratien, and Mathas, his old acquaintance, sometimes went to see him there.  He made him read Emilius before it was published.  When he returned it to him, M. de Blaire expressed himself in the following terms, which were repeated to me the same day:  “M.  Mathas, this is a very fine work, but it will in a short time be spoken of more than, for the author might be wished.”  I laughed at the prediction, and saw in it nothing more than the importance of a man of the robe, who treats everything with an air of mystery.  All the alarming observations repeated to me made no impression upon my mind, and, far from foreseeing the catastrophe so near at hand, certain of the utility and excellence of my work, and that I had in every respect conformed to established rules; convinced, as I thought I was that I should be supported by all the credit of M. de Luxembourg and the favor of the ministry, I was satisfied with myself for the resolution I had taken to retire in the midst of my triumphs, and at my return to crush those by whom I was envied.