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The Story Of Rachel

Outside of the English-speaking peoples the nineteenth century witnessed

the rise and triumphant progress of three great tragic actresses. The

first two of these--Rachel Felix and Sarah Bernhardt--were of Jewish

extraction; the third, Eleanor Duse, is Italian. All of them made their

way from pauperism to fame; but perhaps the rise of Rachel was the most


In the winter of 1821 a wretched peddler n
med Abraham--or Jacob--Felix

sought shelter at a dilapidated inn at Mumpf, a village in Switzerland,

not far from Basel. It was at the close of a stormy day, and his small

family had been toiling through the snow and sleet. The inn was the

lowest sort of hovel, and yet its proprietor felt that it was too good

for these vagabonds. He consented to receive them only when he learned

that the peddler's wife was to be delivered of a child. That very night

she became the mother of a girl, who was at first called Elise. So

unimportant was the advent of this little waif into the world that the

burgomaster of Mumpf thought it necessary to make an entry only of the

fact that a peddler's wife had given birth to a female child. There was

no mention of family or religion, nor was the record anything more than

a memorandum.

Under such circumstances was born a child who was destined to excite the

wonder of European courts--to startle and thrill and utterly amaze great

audiences by her dramatic genius. But for ten years the family--which

grew until it consisted of one son and five daughters--kept on its

wanderings through Switzerland and Germany. Finally, they settled

down in Lyons, where the mother opened a little shop for the sale of

second-hand clothing. The husband gave lessons in German whenever he

could find a pupil. The eldest daughter went about the cafes in the

evening, singing the songs that were then popular, while her small

sister, Rachel, collected coppers from those who had coppers to spare.

Although the family was barely able to sustain existence, the father and

mother were by no means as ignorant as their squalor would imply. The

peddler Felix had studied Hebrew theology in the hope of becoming a

rabbi. Failing this, he was always much interested in declamation,

public reading, and the recitation of poetry. He was, in his way, no

mean critic of actors and actresses. Long before she was ten years of

age little Rachel--who had changed her name from Elise--could render

with much feeling and neatness of eloquence bits from the best-known

French plays of the classic stage.

The children's mother, on her side, was sharp and practical to a high

degree. She saved and scrimped all through her period of adversity.

Later she was the banker of her family, and would never lend any of her

children a sou except on excellent security. However, this was all to

happen in after years.

When the child who was destined to be famous had reached her tenth

year she and her sisters made their way to Paris. For four years the

second-hand clothing-shop was continued; the father still taught German;

and the elder sister, Sarah, who had a golden voice, made the rounds of

the cafes in the lowest quarters of the capital, while Rachel passed the

wooden plate for coppers.

One evening in the year 1834 a gentleman named Morin, having been taken

out of his usual course by a matter of business, entered a BRASSERIE

for a cup of coffee. There he noted two girls, one of them singing with

remarkable sweetness, and the other silently following with the wooden

plate. M. Morin called to him the girl who sang and asked her why she

did not make her voice more profitable than by haunting the cafes at

night, where she was sure to meet with insults of the grossest kind.

"Why," said Sarah, "I haven't anybody to advise me what to do."

M. Morin gave her his address and said that he would arrange to have her

meet a friend who would be of great service to her. On the following

day he sent the two girls to a M. Choron, who was the head of the

Conservatory of Sacred Music. Choron had Sarah sing, and instantly

admitted her as a pupil, which meant that she would soon be enrolled

among the regular choristers. The beauty of her voice made a deep

impression on him.

Then he happened to notice the puny, meager child who was standing near

her sister. Turning to her, he said:

"And what can you do, little one?"

"I can recite poetry," was the reply.

"Oh, can you?" said he. "Please let me hear you."

Rachel readily consented. She had a peculiarly harsh, grating voice, so

that any but a very competent judge would have turned her away. But M.

Choron, whose experience was great, noted the correctness of her accent

and the feeling which made itself felt in every line. He accepted her as

well as her sister, but urged her to study elocution rather than music.

She must, indeed, have had an extraordinary power even at the age

of fourteen, since not merely her voice but her whole appearance was

against her. She was dressed in a short calico frock of a pattern

in which red was spotted with white. Her shoes were of coarse black

leather. Her hair was parted at the back of her head and hung down her

shoulders in two braids, framing the long, childish, and yet gnome-like

face, which was unusual in its gravity.

At first she was little thought of; but there came a time when she

astonished both her teachers and her companions by a recital which she

gave in public. The part was the narrative of Salema in the "Abufar"

of Ducis. It describes the agony of a mother who gives birth to a child

while dying of thirst amid the desert sands. Mme. de Barviera has left a

description of this recital, which it is worth while to quote:

While uttering the thrilling tale the thin face seemed to lengthen with

horror, the small, deep-set black eyes dilated with a fixed stare as

though she witnessed the harrowing scene; and the deep, guttural tones,

despite a slight Jewish accent, awoke a nameless terror in every one who

listened, carrying him through the imaginary woe with a strange feeling

of reality, not to be shaken, off as long as the sounds lasted.

Even yet, however, the time had not come for any conspicuous success.

The girl was still so puny in form, so monkey-like in face, and so

gratingly unpleasant in her tones that it needed time for her to attain

her full growth and to smooth away some of the discords in her peculiar


Three years later she appeared at the Gymnase in a regular debut; yet

even then only the experienced few appreciated her greatness. Among

these, however, were the well-known critic Jules Janin, the poet and

novelist Gauthier, and the actress Mlle. Mars. They saw that this lean,

raucous gutter-girl had within her gifts which would increase until she

would be first of all actresses on the French stage. Janin wrote some

lines which explain the secret of her greatness:

All the talent in the world, especially when continually applied to

the same dramatic works, will not satisfy continually the hearer. What

pleases in a great actor, as in all arts that appeal to the imagination,

is the unforeseen. When I am utterly ignorant of what is to happen,

when I do not know, when you yourself do not know what will be your

next gesture, your next look, what passion will possess your heart, what

outcry will burst from your terror-stricken soul, then, indeed, I am

willing to see you daily, for each day you will be new to me. To-day I

may blame, to-morrow praise. Yesterday you were all-powerful; to-morrow,

perhaps, you may hardly win from me a word of admiration. So much the

better, then, if you draw from me unexpected tears, if in my heart you

strike an unknown fiber; but tell me not of hearing night after night

great artists who every time present the exact counterpart of what they

were on the preceding one.

It was at the Theatre Francais that she won her final acceptance as the

greatest of all tragedians of her time. This was in her appearance in

Corneille's famous play of "Horace." She had now, in 1838, blazed forth

with a power that shook her no, less than it stirred the emotions and

the passions of her hearers. The princes of the royal blood came in

succession to see her. King Louis Philippe himself was at last tempted

by curiosity to be present. Gifts of money and jewels were showered on

her, and through sheer natural genius rather than through artifice she

was able to master a great audience and bend it to her will.

She had no easy life, this girl of eighteen years, for other actresses

carped at her, and she had had but little training. The sordid ways of

her old father excited a bitterness which was vented on the daughter.

She was still under age, and therefore was treated as a gold-mine by her

exacting parents. At the most she could play but twice a week. Her form

was frail and reed-like. She was threatened with a complaint of the

lungs; yet all this served to excite rather than to diminish public

interest in her. The newspapers published daily bulletins of her health,

and her door was besieged by anxious callers who wished to know her

condition. As for the greed of her parents, every one said she was

not to blame for that. And so she passed from poverty to riches, from

squalor to something like splendor, and from obscurity to fame.

Much has been written about her that is quite incorrect. She has been

credited with virtues which she never possessed; and, indeed, it may be

said with only too much truth that she possessed no virtues whatsoever.

On the stage while the inspiration lasted she was magnificent. Off

the stage she was sly, treacherous, capricious, greedy, ungrateful,

ignorant, and unchaste. With such an ancestry as she had, with such an

early childhood as had been hers, what else could one expect from her?

She and her old mother wrangled over money like two pickpockets. Some of

her best friends she treated shamefully. Her avarice was without bounds.

Some one said that it was not really avarice, but only a reaction from

generosity; but this seems an exceedingly subtle theory. It is possible

to give illustrations of it, however. She did, indeed, make many

presents with a lavish hand; yet, having made a present, she could

not rest until she got it back. The fact was so well known that her

associates took it for granted. The younger Dumas once received a

ring from her. Immediately he bowed low and returned it to her finger,


"Permit me, mademoiselle, to present it to you in my turn so as to save

you the embarrassment of asking for it."

Mr. Vandam relates among other anecdotes about her that one evening she

dined at the house of Comte Duchatel. The table was loaded with the

most magnificent flowers; but Rachel's keen eyes presently spied out the

great silver centerpiece. Immediately she began to admire the latter;

and the count, fascinated by her manners, said that he would be glad to

present it to her. She accepted it at once, but was rather fearful

lest he should change his mind. She had come to dinner in a cab, and

mentioned the fact. The count offered to send her home in his carriage.

"Yes, that will do admirably," said she. "There will be no danger of my

being robbed of your present, which I had better take with me."

"With pleasure, mademoiselle," replied the count. "But you will send me

back my carriage, won't you?"

Rachel had a curious way of asking every one she met for presents and

knickknacks, whether they were valuable or not. She knew how to make

them valuable.

Once in a studio she noticed a guitar hanging on the wall. She begged

for it very earnestly. As it was an old and almost worthless instrument,

it was given her. A little later it was reported that the dilapidated

guitar had been purchased by a well-known gentleman for a thousand

francs. The explanation soon followed. Rachel had declared that it was

the very guitar with which she used to earn her living as a child in the

streets of Paris. As a memento its value sprang from twenty francs to a


It has always been a mystery what Rachel did with the great sums of

money which she made in various ways. She never was well dressed; and as

for her costumes on the stage, they were furnished by the theater. When

her effects were sold at public auction after her death her furniture

was worse than commonplace, and her pictures and ornaments were

worthless, except such as had been given her. She must have made

millions of francs, and yet she had very little to leave behind her.

Some say that her brother Raphael, who acted as her personal manager,

was a spendthrift; but if so, there are many reasons for thinking that

it was not his sister's money that he spent. Others say that Rachel

gambled in stocks, but there is no evidence of it. The only thing that

is certain is the fact that she was almost always in want of money. Her

mother, in all probability, managed to get hold of most of her earnings.

Much may have been lost through her caprices. One instance may be cited.

She had received an offer of three hundred thousand francs to act at St.

Petersburg, and was on her way there when she passed through Potsdam,

near Berlin. The King of Prussia was entertaining the Russian Czar. An

invitation was sent to her in the shape of a royal command to appear

before these monarchs and their guests. For some reason or other Rachel

absolutely refused. She would listen to no arguments. She would go on to

St. Petersburg without delay.

"But," it was said to her, "if you refuse to appear before the Czar at

Potsdam all the theaters in St. Petersburg will be closed against you,

because you will have insulted the emperor. In this way you will be

out the expenses of your journey and also the three hundred thousand


Rachel remained stubborn as before; but in about half an hour she

suddenly declared that she would recite before the two monarchs, which

she subsequently did, to the satisfaction of everybody. Some one said to

her not long after:

"I knew that you would do it. You weren't going to give up the three

hundred thousand francs and all your travelling expenses."

"You are quite wrong," returned Rachel, "though of course you will not

believe me. I did not care at all about the money and was going back to

France. It was something that I heard which made me change my mind. Do

you want to know what it was? Well, after all the arguments were over

some one informed me that the Czar Nicholas was the handsomest man

in Europe; and so I made up my mind that I would stay in Potsdam long

enough to see him."

This brings us to one phase of Rachel's nature which is rather sinister.

She was absolutely hard. She seemed to have no emotions except those

which she exhibited on the stage or the impish perversity which

irritated so many of those about her. She was in reality a product of

the gutter, able to assume a demure and modest air, but within coarse,

vulgar, and careless of decency. Yet the words of Jules Janin, which

have been quoted above, explain how she could be personally very


In all Rachel's career one can detect just a single strand of real

romance. It is one that makes us sorry for her, because it tells us that

her love was given where it never could be openly requited.

During the reign of Louis Philippe the Comte Alexandre Walewski held

many posts in the government. He was a son of the great Napoleon. His

mother was that Polish countess who had accepted Napoleon's love because

she hoped that he might set Poland free at her desire. But Napoleon was

never swerved from his well-calculated plans by the wish of any woman,

and after a time the Countess Walewska came to love him for himself. It

was she to whom he confided secrets which he would not reveal to his own

brothers. It was she who followed him to Elba in disguise. It was her

son who was Napoleon's son, and who afterward, under the Second Empire,

was made minister of fine arts, minister of foreign affairs, and,

finally, an imperial duke. Unlike the third Napoleon's natural

half-brother, the Duc de Moray, Walewski was a gentleman of honor and

fine feeling. He never used his relationship to secure advantages for

himself. He tried to live in a manner worthy of the great warrior who

was his father.

As minister of fine arts he had much to do with the subsidized theaters;

and in time he came to know Rachel. He was the son of one of the

greatest men who ever lived. She was the child of roving peddlers whose

early training had been in the slums of cities and amid the smoke of

bar-rooms and cafes. She was tainted in a thousand ways, while he was a

man of breeding and right principle. She was a wandering actress; he was

a great minister of state. What could there be between these two?

George Sand gave the explanation in an epigram which, like most

epigrams, is only partly true. She said:

"The count's company must prove very restful to Rachel."

What she meant was, of course, that Walewski's breeding, his dignity

and uprightness, might be regarded only as a temporary repose for the

impish, harsh-voiced, infinitely clever actress. Of course, it was all

this, but we should not take it in a mocking sense. Rachel looked up out

of her depths and gave her heart to this high-minded nobleman. He looked

down and lifted her, as it were, so that she could forget for the time

all the baseness and the brutality that she had known, that she might

put aside her forced vivacity and the self that was not in reality her


It is pitiful to think of these two, separated by a great abyss which

could not be passed except at times and hours when each was free. But

theirs was, none the less, a meeting of two souls, strangely different

in many ways, and yet appealing to each other with a sincerity and truth

which neither could show elsewhere.

The end of poor Rachel was one of disappointment. Tempted by the fact

that Jenny Lind had made nearly two million francs by her visit to the

United States, Rachel followed her, but with slight success, as was to

be expected. Music is enjoyed by human beings everywhere, while French

classical plays, even though acted by a genius like Rachel, could be

rightly understood only by a French-speaking people. Thus it came about

that her visit to America was only moderately successful.

She returned to France, where the rising fame of Adelaide Ristori was

very bitter to Rachel, who had passed the zenith of her power. She went

to Egypt, but received no benefit, and in 1858 she died near Cannes. The

man who loved her, and whom she had loved in turn, heard of her death

with great emotion. He himself lived ten years longer, and died a little

while before the fall of the Second Empire.