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united extraordinary power of intelligence, This was said with an air of simplicity and extraordinary force of character, and extraor- sincerity which might have made even Socdinary strength of affection; and all these rates take it as a compliment; but it made under the control of a deep religious feeling. chist was gone for that evening. A day or
me laugh so much that my gravity as cateThis is what makes her so remarkable, so two ago Pierrel left us, to his great sorrow : interesting. I shall try and make her speak his time with us was up on Saint Brice's day: for herself, that she may show us the char- Now he goes about with his little dog, trufacteristic sides of her rare nature with her file hunting. If he comes this way own inimitable touch.
and ask him if he still thinks I look like a It must be remembered that her journal is philosopher.” written for Maurice only; in her lifetime no Her good sense and spirit made her diseye but his ever saw it. “ Ceci n'est pas pour charge with alacrity her household tasks in le public,” she writes ; “ c'est de l'intime, c'est this patriarchal life of Le Cayla, and treat de l'âme, c'est pour un." “ This is not for them as the most natural thing in the world. the public; it contains my inmost thoughts, She sometimes complains, to be sure, of burnmy very soul; it is for one.” And Maurice, ing her fingers at the kitchen fire. But when this one, was a kind of second self to her. a literary friend of her brother expresses en“We see things with the same eyes; whatthusiasm about her and her poetical nature : you find beautiful, I find beautiful; God has " The poetess,” she says, " whom this genmade our souls of one piece.” And this gentleman believes me to be, is an ideal being, uine confidence in her brother's sympathy infinitely removed from the life which is acgives to the entries in her journal a natural- tually mine-a life of occupations, a life of ness and simple freedom rare in such compo- household business, which takes up all my sitions. She felt that he would understand time. How could I make it otherwise ? Iam her, and be interested in all that she wrote. sure I do not know ; and, besides, my duty
One of the first pages of her journal relates is in this sort of life, and I have no wish to an incident of the home-life of Le Cayla, the escape from it.” smallest detail of which Maurice liked to
Among these occupations of the patrihear; and in relating it she brings this sim- archal We of the châtelaine of Le Cayla inple life before us. She is writing in Novem- tercourse with the poor fills a prominent. ber, 1834:
place :“I am furious with the gray cat. The mischievous beast has made away with a lit
" To-day," she writes on the 9th of Detle half-frozen pigeon, which I was trying to cember, 1834,“ I have been warming myself thaw by the side of the fire. The poor little at every fireside in the village. It is a round thing was just beginning to come round : I which Mimi and I often make, and in which meant to tame him; he would have grown sick people, and holding forth on doses and
I take pleasure. To-day we have been seeing fond of me; and there is my whole scheme
sick-room drinks. eaten up by a cat! This event, and all the
• Take this, do that;' rest of to-day's history, has passed in the and they attend to us just as if we were the kitchen. Here I take up my abode all the doctor. We prescribed shoes for a little morning and a part of the evening, ever since thing who was amiss from having gone bareI am without Mimi.* I have to superintend foot; to the brother, who, with a bad headthe cook; sometimes papa comes down and ache, was lying quite flat, we prescribed a I read to him by the oven, or by the fireside, afraid it will hardly cure him. He is at the
pillow; the pillow did him good, but I am some bits out of the Antiquities of the AngloSaxon Church. This book struck Pierril + beginning of a bad feverish cold, and these with astonishment. Que de mouts aqui dé- poor people live in the filth of their hovels dins ! What a lot of words there are inside like animals in their stable; the bad air
When it!! This boy is a real original. One even
come home to Le ing he asked me if the soul was immortal ; Cayla I seem to be in a palace.” then afterwards, what a philosopher was ?
She had books, too ; not in abundance, not We had got upon great questions, as you for the fancying them : the list of her library
When I told him that a philosopher was a person who was wise and learned :
is small, and it is enlarged slowly and with * Then, mademoiselle, you are a philosopher. difficulty. The Letters of Saint Theresa,
which she had long wished to get, she sees * The familiar name of her sister Marie. + A servant boy at Le Cayla.
in the hands of a poor servant girl, before
she can procure them for herself. “What allowed to occupy itself with great matters then ?” is her comment : “ very likely she until it occupies itself with them in Heaven.” makes a better use of them than I could.”
And again :But she has the Imitation, the Spiritual Works of Bossuet and Fénélon, the Lives of the while. Do you want to know why? It is
• Myjournal has been untouched for a long Saints, Corneille, Racine, André, Chenier, because the time seems to me misspent which and Lamartine ; Madame de Staël's book on I spend in writing it. We owe God an acGermany, and French translations of Shak- count of every minute ; and is it not a wrong speare's plays, Ossian, the Vicar of Wake use of our minutes to employ them in writing field, Scott's Old Mortality and Red Gauntlet, a history of our transitory days ?” and the Promessi Sposi of Manzoni. Above
She overcomes her scruples, and goes on all, she has her own mind; her meditations writing the journal; but again and again in the lonely fields, on the oak-grown hill- they return to her. Her brother tells her side of “ The Seven Springs ;” her medita- of the pleasure and comfort something she tions and writing in her own room, her has written gives to a friend of his in afilicchambrette, her délicieux chez moi, where every tion. She answers :night, before she goes to bed, she opens the window to look out upon the sky—the balmy
" It is from the Cross that those thoughts moonlit sky of Languedoc. This life of read- unspeakably tender. None of them come
come which your friend finds so soothing, so ing, thinking, and writing, was the life she from me. I feel my own aridity; but I feel, liked best, the life that most truly suited too, that God, when he will, can make an her. “ I find writing has become almost a ocean flow upon this bed of sand. It is the necessity to me. Whence does it arise, this same with so many simple souls, from which impulse to give utterance to the voice of one's proceed the most admirable things ; because spirit, to pour out my thoughts before God they are in direct relation with God, without
false science and without pride. And thus I and one human being? I say one human
am gradually losing my taste for books; I being, because I always imagine that you are say to myself, What can they teach me which present, that you see what I write. In the I shall not one day know in Heaven ? let God stillness of a life like this my spirit is happy, be my master and my study here!'. I try to and, as it were, dead to all that goes on up- make him so, and I find myself the better for stairs or down-stairs, in the house or out of it. I read little ; I go out little ; I plunge the house. But this does not last long: the sayings, doings, feelings, events of that
myself in the inward life. How infinite are • Come, my poor spirit,' I then say to myself
, life! Oh, if you could but see them! But we must
back to the things of this world.' what avails iť to make them known? God And I take my spinning, or a book, or a alone should be admitted to the sanctuary of saucepan, or I play with Wolf or Trilby. the soul.” Such a life as this I call heaven upon earth.”
Beautifully as she says all this, one cannot, Tastes like these, joined with a talent like I think, read it without a sense of disquieMdlle. de Guérin’s, naturally inspire thoughts tude, without a presentiment that this ardent of literary composition. Such thoughts she spirit is forcing itself from its natural bent, had, and perhaps she would have been hap- that the beatitude of the true mystic will pier if she had followed them ; but she never
never be its earthly portion. And yet how could satisfy herself that to follow them was simple and charming is her picture of the life quite consistent with the religious life, and of religion which she chose as her ark of her projects of composition were gradually refuge, and in which she desired to place all relinquished.
her happiness; “ Would to God that my thoughts, my “ Cloaks, clogs, umbrellas, all the apparaspirit, had never taken their flight beyond tus of winter, went with us this morning to the narrow round in which it is my lot to Andillac, where we have passed the whole live. In spite of all that people say to the day; some of it at the cure's house, the rest contrary, I feel that I cannot go beyond my in church. How I like this life of a country needlework and my spinning without going Sunday, with its activity, its journeys to too far: I feel it, I believe it: well, then, I church, its liveliness!
You find all your will keep in my proper sphere; however neighbors on the road; you have a courtsey much I am tempted, my spirit shall not be from every woman you meet, and then, as
you go along, such a talk about the poultry, The religious life is at bottom everywhere the sheep and cows, and the good man and alike; but it is curious to note the variousthe children! My great delight is to give a ness of its setting and outward circumstance. kiss to these children, and to see them run Catholicism has these so different from Protaway and hide their blushing faces in their mother's gown. They are alarmed at las estantism ! and in Catholicism these accessodoumaïsélos,* as at a being of another world. ries have, it cannot be denied, a nobleness One of these little things said the other day and amplitude which in Protestantism is to its grandmother, who was talking of com- often wanting to them. In Catholicism they ing to see us : • Minino, you mustn't go to have, from the antiquity of this form of rethat castle ; there is a black hole there. ligion, from its pretensions to universality, What is the reason that in all ages the no- from its really wide-spread prevalence, from ble’s château has been an object of terror ? Is it because of the horrors that were com
its sensuousness, something European, aumitted there in old times? I suppose so.
gust, and imaginative : in Protestantism they This vague horror of the château, still lin- often have, from its inferiority in all these gering in the mind of the French peasant fifty respects, something provincial, mean 'and years after he has stormed it, is indeed cu
prosaic. In revenge, Protestantism has a rious, and is one of the thousand indications future before it, a prospect of growth in al
liance with the vital movement of modern 80how unlike aristocracy on the Continent has been to aristocracy in England. But this is ciety; while Catholicism appears to be bent one of the great matters with which Malle. on widening the breach betwen itself and the de Guérin would not have us occupied ; let modern spirit, to be fatally losing itself in us pass to the subject of Christmas in Lan- the multiplication of dogmas, Mariolatry, and guedoc :
miracle-mongering. But the style and cir66 Christmas
cumstance of actual Catholicism is grander come; the beautiful festival, the one I love most, and which gives me
than its present tendency, and the style and the same joy as it gave the shepherds of circumstance of Protestantism is meaner Bethlehem. In real truth, one's whole soul than its tendency. While I was reading sings with joy at this beautiful coming of the journal of Mdlle. de Guérin, there came God upon earth,-a coming which here is into my hands the memoir and poems of a announced on all sides of us by, music and young Englishwoman, Miss Emma Tatham; by our charming nadalet. Nothing at Paris and one could not but be struck with the sincan give you a notion of what Christmas is with us.
You have not even the midnight gular contrast which the two lives in their
We all of us went to it,. papa at our setting rather than in their inherent quality, head, on the most perfect night possible. present. Miss Tatham had not, certainly, Never was there a finer sky than ours was Mdlle. de Guérin's talent, but she had a sinthat midnight,—so fine that papa kept per- cere vein of poetic feeling, a genuine aptitude petually throwing back the hood of his cloak, for composition. Both were fervent Christhat he might look up at the sky. The ground was white with hoar-frost, but we
tians, and so far, the two lives have a real were not cold; besides, the air, as we met it, resemblance; but in the setting of them, was warmed by the bundles of blazing torch- what a difference! The Frenchwoman is a wood which our servants carried in front of Catholic in Languedoc; the Englishwoman us to light us on our way. It was delightful, is a Protestant at Margate-Margate, that I do assure you ; and I should like you to have brick-and-unortar image of English Protesseen us there on our road to church, in those tantism, representing it in all its prose, all lanes with the bushes along their banks, as its uncomeliness,,let me add, all its saluwhite as if they were in flower. The hoarfrost makes the most lovely flowers. We brity. Between the external form and fashsaw a long spray so beautiful that we wanted ion of these two lives, between the Catholic to take it with us as a garland for the com- Malle. de Guérin’s nadalet at the Languedoc munion table, but it melted in our hands : Christmas-her chapel of moss at Easterall powers fade so soon! I was very sorry time-her daily reading of the life of a saint, about my garland; it was mournful to see it carrying her to the most diverse times, places, drip away and get smaller and smaller every and peoples-her quoting, when she wants minute."
to fix her mind upon the staunchness which * The young lady. + A peculiar peal rung at Christmas-time by the the religious aspirant needs, the words of church-bells of Languedoc.
Saint Macedonius to a hunter whom he met
in the mountains, “I pursue after God, as ber of those who prefer regarding that by you pursue after game”-her quoting, when which men and nations die to regarding that she wants to break a village girl of disobe- by which they live-one is glad to study. dience to her mother, the story of the ten “ La confession,” she says twice in her jourdisobedient children whom at Hippo St. Au- nal,“ n'est qu'une expansion du repentir dans gustine saw palsied ;-between all this and l'amour :" and her weekly journey to the the bare, blank, narrowly English setting of confessional in the little church of Cahuzao Miss Tatham's Protestantism, her “union in is her “cher pélerinage ; " the little church Church-fellowship with the worshippers at is the place where she has “ laissé tant de Hawley-Square Chapel, Margate ; ” her misères : “ singing with soft, sweet voice, the ani
“ This morning,” she writes one 28th of mating lines
November, “I was up before daylight,
dressed quickly, said my prayers, and started • My Jesus to know, and feel his blood fiow,
with Marie for Cahuzac. When we got there 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below;
the chapel was occupied, which I was not young female teachers belonging to the sorry for. I like not to be hurried, and to Sunday school,” and her “ Mr. Thomas soul before God. l'his often takes me a long
have time, before I go in, to lay bare my whole Rowe, a venerable class-leader,”—what a time, because my thoughts are apt to be flydissimilarity! In the ground of the two ing about like these autumn leaves. At tên lives, a likeness ; in all their circumstance, o'clock I was on my knees, listening to words what unlikeness! An unlikeness, it will be the most salutary that were ever spoken; and said, is that which is non-essential and in- I went away feeling myself a better being. different. Non-essential-yes; indifferent
Every burden thrown off leaves us with a The signal want of grace and charm in laid down the load of its sins at God's feet,
sense of brightness; and when the soul has English Protestantism's setting of its relig- it feels as if it had wings. What an admiraious life is not an indifferent matter; it is ble thing is confession! What comfort, what a real weakness. This ought ye to have done, light, what strength is given me every time and not to have left the other undone.
after I have said, I have sinned.” I have said that the present tendency of This blessing of confession is the greater, Catholicism—the Catholicism of the main she says, “ the more the heart of the priest body of the Catholic clergy and laity-seems to whom we confide our repentance is like likely to exaggerate rather than to remove that divine heart which • has so loved us.' all that in tbis form of religion is most re- This is what attaches me to M. Bories.” M. pugnant to reason ; but this Catholicism was Bories was the curé of her parish, a man no not that of Malle. de Guérin. The insuffi- longer young, and of whose loss, when he ciency of her Catholicism comes from a doc- was about to leave them, she thus speaks :trine which Protestantism, too, has adopted, although Protestantism, from its inherent ele
“What a grief for me! how much I lose
in losing this faithful guide of my conscience, ment of freedom, may find it easier to escape heart, and mind, of my whole self which God from it; a doctrine with a certain attraction had appointed to be in his charge, and which for all noble natures, but, in the modern let itself be in his charge so gladly! He knew world at any rate, incurably sterile,—the the resolves which God had put in my heart, doctrine of the emptiness and nothingness of and I had need of his help to follow them. human life, of the superiority of renounce
Our new curé cannot supply his place : he ment to activity, of quietism to energy; the is so young! and then he seems so inexperi
enced, so undecided! It needs firmness to doctrine which makes effort for things on this plack'a soul out of the midst of the world, side of the grave a folly, and joy in things and to uphold it against the assaults of flesh. on this side of the grave a sin. But her and blood. It is Saturday, my day for going Catholicism is remarkably free from the to Cahuzac; I am just going there, perhaps faults which Protestants commonly think in- I shall come back more tranquil. God has seperable from Catholicism ; the relation to always given me some good thing there, in the priest, the practice of confession, assume,
that chapel, where I have left behind me so when she speaks of them, an aspect which is many miseries." not that under which Exeter Hall knows Such is confession for her when the priesti them, but which-unless one is of the num-/ is worthy; and, when he is not worthy, she:
knows how to separate the man from the of-child, a good citizen, a good brother or sis
ter, is not enough to procure entrance into
the kingdom of heaven. God demands other “ To-day I am going to do something which things besides these kindly social virtues, of I dislike ; but I will do it, with God's help. him whom he means to crown with an eterDo 10t think I am on my way to the stake ; nity of glory.” it is only that I am going to confess to a priest in whom I have not confidence, but
And, with this zeal for the spirit and power who is the only one here. In this act of re- of religion, what prudence in her counsels of ligin, the man must always be separated religious practice ; what discernment, what from the priest, and sometimes the man must measure ! She has been speaking of the be annihilated.”
charm of the Lives of the Saints, and she
goes The same clear sense, the same freedom on :frosi superstition, shows itself in all her re “ Notwithstanding this, the Lives of the ligi-jus life. She tells us, to be sure, how Saints seem to me, for a great many people, onou, when she was a little girl, she stained dangerous reading. I would not recommend a nuw froék, and on praying, in her alarm, them to a young girl, or even to some women to an image of the Virgin which hung in her
who are no longer young. What one reads room, saw the stains vanish : even the aus- these, even in seeking God, sometimes go
has such power upon one's feelings; and terest Protestant will not judge such Mariol- astray. Alas, we have seen it in poor
C.'s atry as this very harshly. But, in general, case. What care one ought to take with a the Virgin Mary fills, in the religious parts young person; with what she reads, what of her journal, no prominent place ; it is she writes, her society, her prayers, all of Jesiis, not Mary. “Oh, how well has Jesus them matters which demand a mother's ten
der watchfulness! I remember many things said : • Come unto me, all ye that labor and
I did at fourteen, which my mother, had she are heavy laden.' It is only there, only in lived, would not have let me do. I would the bosom of God, that we can rightly weep, have done anything for God's sake; I would rightly rid ourselves of our burden." And have cast myself into an oven, and assuredly again : “ The mystery of suffering makes one things like that are not God's will: he is not grasp the belief of something to be expiated, pleased by the hurt one does to one's health something to be won. I see it in Jesus through that ardent but ill-regulated piety Christ, the Man of Sorrow. It was necessary
which, while it impairs the body, often leaves that the Son of Man should suffer. That is all Saint François de Sales used to say to the
many a fault flourishing. And, therefore, we know in the troubles and calamities of nuns who asked his leave to go barefoot:
Change your brains, and keep your shoes.'” And who has ever spoken of justification
Meanwhile Maurice, in a five years' abmore impressively and piously than Malle. de
sence, and amid the distractions of Paris, lost, Guérin speaks of it, when, after reckoning the number of minutes she has lived, she ex- his fondness for his home and its inmates ;
or seemed to his sister to lose, something of claims :
he certainly lost his early religious habits “My God, what have we done with all and feelings. It is on this latter loss that these minutes of ours, which thou, too, wilt Mdlle. de Guérin's journal oftenest touches, one day reckon? Will there be any of them --with infinite delicacy, but with infinite anto count for eternal life? will there be many guish : of them ? will there be one of them? If thou, O Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what “Oh! the agony of being in fear for a is done amiss, O Lord, who may abide it?' soul's salvation, who can describe it! That This close scrutiny of our time may well make which caused our Saviour the keenest sufferus tremble, all of us who have advanced more ing, in the agony of his Passion, was not so than a few steps in life ; for God will judge much the thought of the torments he was to us otherwise than as he judges the lilies of endure, as the thought that these torments the field. I have never been able to under- would be of po avail for a multitude of sinstand the security of those who place their ners; for all those who set themselves against whole reliance, in presenting themselves be- their redemption, or who do not care for it. fore God, upon a good conduct in the ordi- The mere anticipation of this obstinacy and nary relations of human life. As if all our heedlessness had power to make sorrowful, duties were confined within the narrow sphere even unto death, the Son of Man. And this of this world! To be a good parent, a good feeling all Christian souls, according to the