Nicolas Chamfort (April 6, 1741, Clermont-Ferrand, Auvergne France - April 13, 1794, Paris) was a French writer, best known for his witty
epigrams and aphorisms.
Life
Born Nicolas-Sébastien Roch, and according to a baptismal certificate found among his papers, to a grocer named
Nicolas. A journey to Paris resulted in the boy's obtaining a bursary at the
Collège des Grassins (a secondary school). He worked hard, although one of his most contemptuous
epigrams reads: Ce que j'ai appris je ne le sais plus; le peu que je sais encore, je l'ai
deviné ("What I learned I no longer know; the little I still know, I guessed"). When the principal of the College
promised Chamfort a benefice, he replied that he could not accept because he preferred honour to honours, j'aime l'honneur et
non les honneurs. About this time he assumed the name of Chamfort.
For some time he subsisted by teaching and hack writing. His good looks and ready wit
brought him attention; but, though endowed with immense physical strength--Madame de Craon called him "Hercule sous la figure
d'Adonis"--he lived so hard that he was glad to have the opportunity to do a cure at Spa
when the Belgian minister in Paris, M. van Eyck, invited Chamfort to accompany him to Germany in 1761. On his return to Paris,
Chamfort produced a successful comedy, La Jeune Indienne (1764), following it with a series of epistles in verse, essays
and odes. However, his literary reputation was not established until 1769, when the Académie
française awarded him a prize for his Eloge on Molière.
Until then, he lived from hand to mouth, mainly on the hospitality of people who gave him board and lodging in exchange for
the pleasure of the conversation for which he was famous. Madame Helvétius entertained him at
Sévres for some years. In 1770, another comedy, Le Marchand de Smyrne, brought him further notice, and he seemed on the
road to fame and fortune, when illness struck. A generous friend gave him a pension of 1200 livres, charged on the Mercure de
France. Thus assisted, he was able to go to the baths of Contrexéville and to spend some time in the country, where he wrote
an Eloge on La Fontaine which won the prize of the Academy of Marseilles in
1774.
In 1775, while taking the waters at Barges, he met the duchesse de Grammont, sister of Choiseul, through whose influence he
was introduced at court. In 1776, his tragedy, Mustapha et Zeangir, was played at Fontainebleau before Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette. Subsequently, the king gave him a further pension of 1200 livres and his
cousin, the Prince de Condé, made him his secretary. Disliking
the constraints of court life, he became increasingly discontented, and after a year he resigned his post in the prince's
household and retired to Auteuil. There, comparing the authors of old with his
contemporaries, he uttered the famous mot that proclaims the superiority of the dead over the living as companions; and
there too he fell in love. The lady, attached to the household of the duchesse du Maine, was 48 years old, but also clever,
amusing, and a woman of the world. Chamfort married her. They soon moved to Vaucouleurs, where she died within six months.
Chamfort lived in Holland for a time with M. de Narbonne, then returned to Paris where he was elected in 1781 to the
Academy Francaise.
In 1784, through the influence of Calonne, he became secretary to the
king's sister, Madame Élisabeth, and in 1786 he received a
pension of 2000 livres from the royal treasury. He was thus once more attached to the court, and made himself friends despite his
unalterable irony. He quit the court for good after an unfortunate and mysterious love affair, and was taken into the house of M.
de Vaudreuil. Here, in 1783, he met Honoré Mirabeau, with whom
he remained steadfast friends, whom he assisted with money and influence, and at least one of whose speeches he wrote.
The outbreak of the French Revolution profoundly changed Chamfort's life.
Theoretically a republican, he threw himself into the new movement with almost fanatical
ardour, forgetting his old friends at court and devoting his entire small fortune to revolutionary propaganda. He became a street
orator and was among the first to enter the Bastille when it was stormed. Until August 3, 1791,
he was secretary of the Jacobin club. He worked for the Mercure de France, collaborated with Pierre-Louis
Ginguené in the Feuille villageoise, and drew up for Talleyrand his Adresse au peuple français.
With the reign of Marat and Robespierre, however, he became critical of uncompromising Jacobinism, and with the fall of the Girondins his political life
came to an end. But he could not restrain the tongue that had made him famous; he no more spared the Convention than he had
spared the court. His notorious republicanism failed to excuse the sarcasms he lavished on the new order of things. Fingered by
an assistant in the Bibliothèque Nationale, to a share in the direction of which he had been appointed by Jean Marie Roland, he was taken to the prison of the Madelonnettes. Soon after
his release, he was threatened again with arrest, but he decided that death was preferable to a repetition of the moral and
physical restraint to which he had been subjected.
Chamfort is the very exemplar of the botched suicide. Unable to tolerate the prospect of being imprisoned once more, in
September 1793 he locked himself into his office and shot himself in the face. The pistol malfunctioned and he did not die even
though he shot off his nose and part of his jaw. He then repeatedly stabbed his neck with a paper cutter, but failed to cut an
artery. He finally used the paper cutter to stab himself in the chest. He dictated to those who came to arrest him the well-known
declaration Moi, Sebastien-Roch Nicolas Chamfort, déclare avoir voulu mourir en homme libre plutôt que d'être reconduit en
esclave dans une maison d'arrêt which he signed in a firm hand and in his own blood. His butler found him unconscious in a
pool of blood. From then until his death the following year, he suffered intensely and was attended to by a gendarme, whom he paid a crown a day.
To the Abbé Sieyès Chamfort had given fortune in the title of a pamphlet
(Qu'est-ce que le Tiers-État ? Tout. Qu'a-t-il ? Rien), and Sieyès was likewise the person to whom he told his
famous sarcastic bon mot Ah ! mon ami, je m'en vais enfin de ce monde, où il faut que le cœur se brise ou se
bronze. Thus the maker of constitutions followed the dead wit to the grave.
Works
The writings of Chamfort include comedies, political articles, literary criticisms, portraits, letters, and verses. His
Maximes et Pensées, highly praised by John Stuart Mill, are, after those of
La Rochefoucauld, among the most
brilliant and suggestive sayings of the modern era. His aphorisms, less systematic and psychologically less important than those
of La Rochefoucauld, are as significant in their violence and iconoclastic spirit of the period of storm and preparation that
gave them birth as the Réflexions in their exquisite restraint and elaborate subtlety are characteristic of the tranquil
elegance of their epoch. Moreover, they have the advantage of richness of colour, picturesqueness of phrase, passion, and
audacity. Sainte-Beuve compares them to well-minted coins that retain
their value, and to keen arrows that arrivent brusquement et sifflent encore. Although situated at the exact opposite of
the political spectrum (see French Revolution) the maxims of Antoine de Rivarol are among those that easely compare in acidity and brilliance; they mark the
remnants of debate in a cruel era as hard against none to soft.
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