If there shone anywhere a virtue, no matter how incongruously set,
it was upon the virtue we must fix our eyes. I remember having
found much entertainment in Voltaire's SAUL, and telling him what
seemed to me the drollest touches. He heard me out, as usual when
displeased, and then opened fire on me with red-hot shot. To
belittle a noble story was easy; it was not literature, it was not
art, it was not morality; there was no sustenance in such a form of
jesting, there was (in his favourite phrase) 'no nitrogenous food'
in such literature. And then he proceeded to show what a fine
fellow David was; and what a hard knot he was in about Bathsheba,
so that (the initial wrong committed) honour might well hesitate in
the choice of conduct; and what owls those people were who
marvelled because an Eastern tyrant had killed Uriah, instead of
marvelling that he had not killed the prophet also. 'Now if
Voltaire had helped me to feel that,' said he, 'I could have seen
some fun in it.
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