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As soon as it was mentioned to her； she became silent； she who was so fond of talking。
The most curious were baffled by her silence and the most tenacious by her obstinacy。
Thus it furnished a subject of ment for all those who were unoccupied or bored in the convent。 What could that treasure of the centenarian be； which was so precious and so secret？
Some holy book； no doubt？
Some unique chaplet？ Some authentic relic？
They lost themselves in conjectures。 When the poor old woman died； they rushed to her cupboard more hastily than was fitting； perhaps； and opened it。
They found the object beneath a triple linen cloth； like some consecrated paten。 It was a Faenza platter representing little Loves flitting away pursued by apothecary lads armed with enormous syringes。 The chase abounds in grimaces and in ical postures。
One of the charming little Loves is already fairly spitted。
He is resisting； fluttering his tiny wings； and still making an effort to fly； but the dancer is laughing with a satanical air。
Moral：
Love conquered by the colic。
This platter； which is very curious； and which had； possibly； the honor of furnishing Moliere with an idea； was still in existence in September； 1845； it was for sale by a bric…a…brac merchant in the Boulevard Beaumarchais。
This good old woman would not receive any visits from outside because； said she； the parlor is too gloomy。
BOOK SIXTH。LE PETIT…PICPUS
CHAPTER X
ORIGIN OF THE PERPETUAL ADORATION
However； this almost sepulchral parlor； of which we have sought to convey an idea； is a purely local trait which is not reproduced with the same severity in other convents。
At the convent of the Rue du Temple； in particular； which belonged； in truth； to another order； the black shutters were replaced by brown curtains； and the parlor itself was a salon with a polished wood floor； whose windows were draped in white muslin curtains and whose walls admitted all sorts of frames； a portrait of a Benedictine nun with unveiled face； painted bouquets； and even the head of a Turk。
It is in that garden of the Temple convent； that stood that famous chestnut…tree which was renowned as the finest and the largest in France； and which bore the reputation among the good people of the eighteenth century of being the father of all the chestnut trees of the realm。
As we have said； this convent of the Temple was occupied by Benedictines of the Perpetual Adoration； Benedictines quite different from those who depended on Citeaux。
This order of the Perpetual Adoration is not very ancient and does not go back more than two hundred years。 In 1649 the holy sacrament was profaned on two occasions a few days apart； in two churches in Paris； at Saint…Sulpice and at Saint…Jean en Greve； a rare and frightful sacrilege which set the whole town in an uproar。
M。 the Prior and Vicar…General of Saint…Germain des Pres ordered a solemn procession of all his clergy； in which the Pope's Nuncio officiated。
But this expiation did not satisfy two sainted women； Madame Courtin； Marquise de Boucs； and the tesse de Chateauvieux。
This outrage mitted on 〃the most holy sacrament of the altar；〃 though but temporary； would not depart from these holy souls； and it seemed to them that it could only be extenuated by a 〃Perpetual Adoration〃 in some female monastery。 Both of them； one in 1652； the other in 1653； made donations of notable sums to Mother Catherine de Bar； called of the Holy Sacrament； a Benedictine nun； for the purpose of founding； to this pious end； a monastery of the order of Saint…Benoit； the first permission for this foundation was given to Mother Catherine de Bar by M。 de Metz； Abbe of Saint…Germain； 〃on condition that no woman could be received unless she contributed three hundred livres ine； which amounts to six thousand livres； to the principal。〃 After the Abbe of Saint…Germain； the king accorded letters…patent； and all the rest； abbatial charter； and royal letters； was confirmed in 1654 by the Chamber of Accounts and the Parliament。
Such is the origin of the legal consecration of the establishment of the Benedictines of the Perpetual Adoration of the Holy Sacrament at Paris。
Their first convent was 〃a new building〃 in the Rue Cassette； out of the contributions of Mesdames de Boucs and de Chateauvieux。
This order； as it will be seen； was not to be confounded with the Benedictine nuns of Citeaux。
It mounted back to the Abbe of Saint…Germain des Pres； in the same manner that the ladies of the Sacred Heart go back to the general of the Jesuits； and the sisters of charity to the general of the Lazarists。
It was also totally different from the Bernardines of the Petit…Picpus； whose interior we have just shown。
In 1657； Pope Alexander VII。 had authorized； by a special brief； the Bernardines of the Rue Petit…Picpus； to practise the Perpetual Adoration like the Benedictine nuns of the Holy Sacrament。
But the two orders remained distinct none the less。
BOOK SIXTH。LE PETIT…PICPUS
CHAPTER XI
END OF THE PETIT…PICPUS
At the beginning of the Restoration； the convent of the Petit…Picpus was in its decay； this forms a part of the general death of the order； which； after the eighteenth century； has been disappearing like all the religious orders。
Contemplation is； like prayer； one of humanity's needs； but； like everything which the Revolution touched； it will be transformed； and from being hostile to social progress； it will bee favorable to it。
The house of the Petit…Picpus was being rapidly depopulated。 In 1840； the Little Convent had disappeared； the school had disappeared。 There were no longer any old women； nor young girls； the first were dead； the latter had taken their departure。
Volaverunt。
The rule of the Perpetual Adoration is so rigid in its nature that it alarms； vocations recoil before it； the order receives no recruits。
In 1845； it still obtained lay…sisters here and there。 But of professed nuns； none at all。
Forty years ago； the nuns numbered nearly a hundred； fifteen years ago there were not more than twenty…eight of them。
How many are there to…day？ In 1847； the prioress was young； a sign that the circle of choice was restricted。 She was not forty years old。
In proportion as the number diminishes； the fatigue increases； the service of each bees more painful； the moment could then be seen drawing near when there would be but a dozen bent and aching shoulders to bear the heavy rule of Saint…Benoit。 The burden is implacable； and remains the same for the few as for the many。
It weighs down； it crushes。
Thus they die。 At the period when the author of this book still lived in Paris； two died。
One was twenty…five years old； the other twenty…three。 This latter can say； like Julia Alpinula：
〃Hic jaceo。
Vixi annos viginti et tres。〃
It is in consequence of this decay that the convent gave up the education of girls。
We have not felt able to pass before this extraordinary house without entering it； and without introducing the minds which acpany us； and which are listening to our tale； to the profit of some； perchance； of the melancholy history of Jean Valjean。 We have penetrated into this munity； full of those old practices which seem so novel to…day。 It is the closed garden； hortus conclusus。 We have spoken of this singular place in detail； but with respect； in so far； at least； as detail and respect are patible。 We do not understand all； but we insult nothing。
We are equally far removed from the hosanna of Joseph de Maistre； who wound up by anointing the executioner； and from the sneer of Voltaire； who even goes so far as to ridicule the cross。
An illogical act on Voltaire's part； we may remark； by the way； for Voltaire would have defended Jesus as he defended Calas； and even for those who deny superhuman incarnations； what does the crucifix represent？
The assassinated sage。
In this nineteenth century； the religious idea is undergoing a crisis。
People are unlearning certain things； and they do well； provided that； while unlearning them they learn this：
There is no vacuum in the human heart。
Certain demolitions take place； and it is well that they do； but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions。
In the meantime； let us study things which are no more。
It is necessary to know them； if only for the purpose of avoiding them。
The counterfeits of the past assume false names； and gladly call themselves the future。 This spectre； this past； is given to falsifying its own passport。 Let us inform ourselves of the trap。
Let us be on our guard。 The past has a visage； superstition； and a mask； hypocrisy。
Let us denounce the visage and let us tear off the mask。
As for convents； they present a plex problem；a question of civilization； which condemns them； a question of liberty； which protects them。
BOOK SEVENTH。PARENTHESIS
CHAPTER I
THE CONVENT AS AN ABSTRACT IDEA
This book is a drama； whose leading personage is the Infinite。
Man is the second。
Such being the case； and a convent having happened to be on our road； it has been our duty to enter it。
Why？
Because the convent； which is mon to the Orient as well as to the Occident； to antiquity as well as to modern times； to paganism； to Buddhism； to Mahometanism； as well as to Christianity； is one of the optical apparatuses applied by man to the Infinite。
This is not the place for enlarging disproportionately on certain ideas； nevertheless； while absolutely maintaining our reserves； our restrictions； and even our indignations； we must say that every time we encounter man in the Infinite； either well or ill understood； we feel ourselves overpowered with respect。 There is； in the synagogue； in the mosque； in the pagoda； in the wigwam； a hideous side which we execrate； and a sublime side； which we adore。
What a contemplation for the mind； and what endless food for thought； is the reverberation of God upon the human wall！
BOOK SEVENTH。PARENTHESIS
CHAPTER II
THE CONVENT AS AN HISTORICAL FACT
From the point of view of history； of reason； and of truth； monasticism is condemned。
Monasteries； when they abound in a nation； are clogs in its circulation； cumbrous establishments； centres of idleness where centres of labor should exist。
Monastic munities are to the great social munity what the mistletoe is to the oak； what the wart is to the human body。
Their prosperity and their fatness mean the impoverishment of the country。
The monastic regime； good at the beginning of civilization； useful in the reduction of the brutal by the spiritual； is bad when peoples have reached their manhood。
Moreover； when it bees relaxed； and when it enters into its period of disorder； it bees bad for the very reasons which rendered it salutary in its period of purity； because it still continues to set the example。
Claustration has had its day。
Cloisters； useful in the early education of modern civilization； have embarrassed its growth； and are injurious to its development。
So far as institution and formation with relation to man are concerned； monasteries； which were good in the tenth century； questionable in the fifteenth； are detestable in the nineteenth。 The leprosy of monasticism has gnawed nearly to a skeleton two wonderful nations； Italy and Spain； the one the light； the other the splendor of Europe for centuries； and； at the present day； these two illustrious peoples are but just beginning to convalesce； thanks to the healthy and vigorous hygiene of 1789 alone。
The conventthe ancient female convent in particular； such as it still presents itself on the threshold of this century； in Italy； in Austria； in Spainis one of the most sombre concretions of the Middle Ages。 The cloister； that cloister； is the point of intersection of horrors。 The Catholic cloister； properly speaking； is wholly filled with the black radiance of death。
The Spanish convent is the most funereal of all。
There rise； in obscurity； beneath vaults filled with gloom； beneath domes vague with shadow； massive altars of Babel； as high as cathedrals； there immense white crucifixes hang from chains in the dark； there are extended； all nude on the ebony； great Christs of ivory； more than bleeding；bloody； hideous and magnificent； with their elbows displaying the bones； their knee…pans showing their integuments； their wounds showing their flesh； crowned with silver thorns； nailed with nails of gold； with blood drops of rubies on their brows； and diamond tears in their eyes。
The diamonds and rubies seem wet； and make veiled beings in the shadow below weep； their sides bruised with the hair shirt and their iron…tipped scourges； their breasts crushed with wicker hurdles； their knees excoriated with prayer； women who think themselves wives； spectres who think themselves seraphim。 Do these women think？
No。 Have they any will？
No。 Do they love？ No。 Do they live？
No。 Their nerves have turned to bone； their bones have turned to stone。
Their veil is of woven night。
Their breath under their veil resembles the indescribably tragic respiration of death。
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