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- Herausgeber: Seven Books
- Kategorie: Krimi
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
Les Misérables is a French epic historical novel by Victor Hugo, first published in 1862, that is considered one of the greatest novels of the 19th century. Les Misérables has been popularized through numerous adaptations for film, television, and the stage, including a musical.In the English-speaking world, the novel is usually referred to by its original French title. However, several alternatives have been used, including The Miserables, The Wretched, The Miserable Ones, The Poor Ones, The Wretched Poor, The Victims, and The Dispossessed.[5] Beginning in 1815 and culminating in the 1832 June Rebellion in Paris, the novel follows the lives and interactions of several characters, particularly the struggles of ex-convict Jean Valjean and his experience of redemption.Examining the nature of law and grace, the novel elaborates upon the history of France, the architecture and urban design of Paris, politics, moral philosophy, antimonarchism, justice, religion, and the types and nature of romantic and familial love.
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Les Misérables
By
Victor Hugo
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SEVEN BOOKS
Copyright, 2024
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ISBN: 978-368-9957-21-6
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Table of Contents
About Author
Part 1. A Just Man
Chapter 1 M. Myriel
Chapter 2 M. Myriel becomes M. Welcome
Chapter 3 A Hard Bishopric for a Good Bishop
Chapter 4 Works corresponding to Words
Chapter 5 Monseigneur Bienvenu made his Cassocks last too long
Chapter 6 Who guarded his House for him
Chapter 7 Cravatte
Chapter 8 Philosophy after Drinking
Chapter 9 The Brother as depicted by the Sister
Chapter 10 The Bishop in the Presence of an Unknown Light
Chapter 11 A Restriction
Chapter 12 The Solitude of Monseigneur Welcome
Chapter 13 What he believed
Chapter 14 What he thought
Part 2. The Fall
Chapter 1 The Evening of a Day of Walking
Chapter 2 Prudence counselled to Wisdom
Chapter 3 The Heroism of Passive Obedience
Chapter 4 Details concerning the Cheese-Dairies of Pontarlier
Chapter 5 Tranquillity
Chapter 6 Jean Valjean
Chapter 7 The Interior of Despair
Chapter 8 Billows and Shadows
Chapter 9 New Troubles
Chapter 10 The Man aroused
Chapter 11 What he does
Chapter 12 The Bishop works
Chapter 13 Little Gervais
Part 3. In the Year 1817
Chapter 1 The Year 1817
Chapter 2 A Double Quartette
Chapter 3 Four and Four
Chapter 4 Tholomyes is so Merry that he sings a Spanish Ditty
Chapter 5 At Bombardas
Chapter 6 A Chapter in which they adore Each Other
Chapter 7 The Wisdom of Tholomyes
Chapter 8 The Death of a Horse
Chapter 9 A Merry End to Mirth
Part 4. To Confide Is Sometimes to Deliver into a Person's Power
Chapter 1 One Mother meets Another Mother
Chapter 2 First Sketch of Two Unprepossessing Figures
Chapter 3 The Lark
Part 5. The Descent
Chapter 1 The History of a Progress in Black Glass Trinkets
Chapter 2 Madeleine
Chapter 3 Sums deposited with Laffitte
Chapter 4 M. Madeleine in Mourning
Chapter 5 Vague Flashes on the Horizon
Chapter 6 Father Fauchelevent
Chapter 7 Fauchelevent becomes a Gardener in Paris
Chapter 8 Madame Victurnien expends Thirty Francs on Morality
Chapter 9 Madame Victurnien's Success
Chapter 10 Result of the Success
Chapter 11 Christus nos Liberavit
Chapter 12 M. Bamatabois's Inactivity
Chapter 13 The Solution of Some Questions connected with the Municipal Police
Part 6. Javert
Chapter 1 The Beginning of Repose
Chapter 2 How Jean may become Champ
Part 7. The Champmathieu Affair
Chapter 1 Sister Simplice
Chapter 2 The Perspicacity of Master Scaufflaire
Chapter 3 A Tempest in a Skull
Chapter 4 Forms assumed by Suffering during Sleep
Chapter 5 Hindrances
Chapter 6 Sister Simplice put to the Proof
Chapter 7 The Traveller on his Arrival takes Precautions for Departure
Chapter 8 An Entrance by Favor
Chapter 9 A Place where Convictions are in Process of Formation
Chapter 10 The System of Denials
Chapter 11 Champmathieu more and more Astonished
Part 8. A Counter-Blow
Chapter 1 In what Mirror M. Madeleine contemplates his Hair
Chapter 2 Fantine Happy
Chapter 3 Javert Satisfied
Chapter 4 Authority reasserts its Rights
Chapter 5 A Suitable Tomb
Part 9. Waterloo
Chapter 1 What is met with on the Way from Nivelles
Chapter 2 Hougomont
Chapter 3 The Eighteenth of June, 1815
Chapter 4 A
Chapter 5 The Quid Obscurum of Battles
Chapter 6 Four o'clock in the Afternoon
Chapter 7 Napoleon in a Good Humor
Chapter 8 The Emperor puts a Question to the Guide Lacoste
Chapter 9 The Unexpected
Chapter 10 The Plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean
Chapter 11 A Bad Guide to Napoleon; a Good Guide to Bulow
Chapter 12 The Guard
Chapter 13 The Catastrophe
Chapter 14 The Last Square
Chapter 15 Cambronne
Chapter 16 Quot Libras in Duce?
Chapter 17 Is Waterloo to be considered Good?
Chapter 18 A Recrudescence of Divine Right
Chapter 19 The Battle-Field at Night
Part 10. The Ship Orion
Chapter 1 Number 24,601 becomes Number 9,430
Chapter 2 In which the reader will peruse Two Verses which are of the Devil's Composition possibly
Chapter 3 The Ankle-Chain must have undergone a Certain Preparatory Manipulation to be thus broken with a Blow from a Hammer
Part 11. Accomplishment of the Promise Made to the Dead Woman
Chapter 1 The Water Question at Montfermeil
Chapter 2 Two Complete Portraits
Chapter 3 Men must have Wine, and Horses must have Water
Chapter 4 Entrance on the Scene of a Doll
Chapter 5 The Little One All Alone
Chapter 6 Which possibly proves Boulatruelle's Intelligence
Chapter 7 Cosette Side by Side with the Stranger in the Dark
Chapter 8 The Unpleasantness of receiving into One's House a Poor Man who may be a Rich Man
Chapter 9 Thenardier at his Manoeuvres
Chapter 10 He who seeks to better himself may render his Situation Worse
Chapter 11 Number 9,430 reappears, and Cosette wins it in the Lottery
Part 12. The Gorbeau Hovel
Chapter 1 Master Gorbeau
Chapter 2 A Nest for Owl and a Warbler
Chapter 3 Two Misfortunes make One Piece of Good Fortune
Chapter 4 The Remarks of the Principal Tenant
Chapter 5 A Five-Franc Piece falls on the Ground and produces a Tumult
Part 13. For a Black Hunt, A Mute Pack
Chapter 1 The Zigzags of Strategy
Chapter 2 It is Lucky that the Pont d'Austerlitz bears Carriages
Chapter 3 To Wit, the Plan of Paris in 1727
Chapter 4 The Gropings of Flight
Chapter 5 Which would be Impossible with Gas Lanterns
Chapter 6 The Beginning of an Enigma
Chapter 7 Continuation of the Enigma
Chapter 8 The Enigma becomes Doubly Mysterious
Chapter 9 The Man with the Bell
Chapter 10 Which explains how Javert got on the Scent
Part 14. Le Petit-Picpus
Chapter 1 Number 62 Rue Petit-Picpus
Chapter 2 The Obedience of Martin Verga
Chapter 3 Austerities
Chapter 4 Gayeties
Chapter 5 Distractions
Chapter 6 The Little Convent
Chapter 7 Some Silhouettes of this Darkness
Chapter 8 Post Corda Lapides
Chapter 9 A Century under a Guimpe
Chapter 10 Origin of the Perpetual Adoration
Chapter 11 End of the Petit-Picpus
Part 15. Parenthesis
Chapter 1 The Convent as an Abstract Idea
Chapter 2 The Convent as an Historical Fact
Chapter 3 On What Conditions One can respect the Past
Chapter 4 The Convent from the Point of View of Principles
Chapter 5 Prayer
Chapter 6 The Absolute Goodness of Prayer
Chapter 7 Precautions to be observed in Blame
Chapter 8 Faith, Law
Part 16. Cemeteries Take That Which Is Committed Them
Chapter 1 Which treats of the Manner of entering a Convent
Chapter 2 Fauchelevent in the Presence of a Difficulty
Chapter 3 Mother Innocente
Chapter 4 In which Jean Valjean has quite the Air of having read Austin Castillejo
Chapter 5 It is not Necessary to be Drunk in order to be Immortal
Chapter 6 Between Four Planks
Chapter 7 In which will be found the Origin of the Saying: Don't lose the Card
Chapter 8 A Successful Interrogatory
Chapter 9 Cloistered
Part 17. Paris Studied in its Atom
Chapter 1 Parvulus
Chapter 2 Some of his Particular Characteristics
Chapter 3 He is Agreeable
Chapter 4 He may be of Use
Chapter 5 His Frontiers
Chapter 6 A Bit of History
Chapter 7 The Gamin should have his Place in the Classifications of India
Chapter 8 In which the Reader will find a Charming Saying of the Last King
Chapter 9 The Old Soul of Gaul
Chapter 10 Ecce Paris, ecce Homo
Chapter 11 To Scoff, to Reign
Chapter 12 The Future Latent in the People
Chapter 13 Little Gavroche
Part 18. The Great Bourgeois
Chapter 1 Ninety Years and Thirty-two Teeth
Chapter 2 Like Master, Like House
Chapter 3 Luc-Esprit
Chapter 4 A Centenarian Aspirant
Chapter 5 Basque and Nicolette
Chapter 6 In which Magnon and her Two Children are seen
Chapter 7 Rule: Receive No One except in the Evening
Chapter 8 Two do not make a Pair
Part 19. The Grandfather and the Grandson
Chapter 1 An Ancient Salon
Chapter 2 One of the Red Spectres of that Epoch
Chapter 3 Requiescant
Chapter 4 End of the Brigand
Chapter 5 The Utility of going to Mass, in order to become a Revolutionist
Chapter 6 The Consequences of having met a Warden
Chapter 7 Some Petticoat
Chapter 8 Marble against Granite
Part 20. The Friends of the ABC
Chapter 1 A Group which barely missed becoming Historic
Chapter 2 Blondeau's Funeral Oration by Bossuet
Chapter 3 Marius' Astonishments
Chapter 4 The Back Room of the Cafe Musain
Chapter 5 Enlargement of Horizon
Chapter 6 Res Angusta
Part 21. The Excellence of Misfortune
Chapter 1 Marius Indigent
Chapter 2 Marius Poor
Chapter 3 Marius Grown Up
Chapter 4 M. Mabeuf
Chapter 5 Poverty a Good Neighbor for Misery
Chapter 6 The Substitute
Part 22. The Conjunction of Two Stars
Chapter 1 The Sobriquet; Mode of Formation of Family Names
Chapter 2 Lux Facta Est
Chapter 3 Effect of the Spring
Chapter 4 Beginning of a Great Malady
Chapter 5 Divers Claps of Thunder fall on Ma'am Bougon
Chapter 6 Taken Prisoner
Chapter 7 Adventures of the Letter U delivered over to Conjectures
Chapter 8 The Veterans themselves can be Happy
Chapter 9 Eclipse
Part 23. Patron Minette
Chapter 1 Mines and Miners
Chapter 2 The Lowest Depths
Chapter 3 Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse
Chapter 4 Composition of the Troupe
Part 24. The Wicked Poor Man
Chapter 1 Marius, while seeking a Girl in a Bonnet encounters a Man in a Cap
Chapter 2 Treasure Trove
Chapter 3 Quadrifrons
Chapter 4 A Rose in Misery
Chapter 5 A Providential Peep-Hole
Chapter 6 The Wild Man in his Lair
Chapter 7 Strategy and Tactics
Chapter 8 The Ray of Light in the Hovel
Chapter 9 Jondrette comes near Weeping
Chapter 10 Tariff of Licensed Cabs, Two Francs an Hour
Chapter 11 Offers of Service from Misery to Wretchedness
Chapter 12 The Use made of M. Leblanc's Five-Franc Piece
Chapter 13 Solus cum Solo, in Loco Remoto, non cogitabuntur orare Pater Noster
Chapter 14 In which a Police Agent bestows Two Fistfuls on a Lawyer
Chapter 15 Jondrette makes his Purchases
Chapter 16 In which will be found the Words to an English Air which was in Fashion in 1832
Chapter 17 The Use made of Marius' Five-Franc Piece
Chapter 18 Marius' Two Chairs form a Vis-a-Vis
Chapter 19 Occupying One's Self with Obscure Depths
Chapter 20 The Trap
Chapter 21 One should always begin by arresting the Victims
Part 25. A Few Pages of History
Chapter 1 Well Cut
Chapter 2 Badly Sewed
Chapter 3 Louis Philippe
Chapter 4 Cracks beneath the Foundation
Chapter 5 Facts whence History springs and which History ignores
Chapter 6 Enjolras and his Lieutenants
Part 26. Eponine
Chapter 1 The Lark's Meadow
Chapter 2 Embryonic Formation of Crimes in the Incubation of Prisons
Chapter 3 Apparition to Father Mabeuf
Chapter 4 An Apparition to Marius
Part 27. The House in the Rue Plumet
Chapter 1 The House with a Secret
Chapter 2 Jean Valjean as a National Guard
Chapter 3 Foliis ac Frondibus
Chapter 4 Change of Gate
Chapter 5 The Rose perceives that it is an Engine of War
Chapter 6 The Battle Begun
Chapter 7 To One Sadness oppose a Sadness and a Half
Chapter 8 The Chain-Gang
Part 28. Succor From Below May Turn Out to Be Succor From on High
Chapter 1 A Wound without, Healing within
Chapter 2 Mother Plutarque finds no Difficulty in explaining a Phenomenon
Part 29. The End of Which Does Not Resemble the Beginning
Chapter 1 Solitude and Barracks Combined
Chapter 2 Cosette's Apprehensions
Chapter 3 Enriched with Commentaries by Toussaint
Chapter 4 A Heart beneath a Stone
Chapter 5 Cosette after the Letter
Chapter 6 Old People are made to go out opportunely
Part 30. Little Gavroche
Chapter 1 The Malicious Playfulness of the Wind
Chapter 2 In which Little Gavroche extracts Profit from Napoleon the Great
Chapter 3 The Vicissitudes of Flight
Part 31. Slang
Chapter 1 Origin
Chapter 2 Roots
Chapter 3 Slang which weeps and Slang which laughs
Chapter 4 The Two Duties: To Watch and to Hope
Part 32. Enchantments and Desolations
Chapter 1 Full Light
Chapter 2 The Bewilderment of Perfect Happiness
Chapter 3 The Beginning of Shadow
Chapter 4 A Cab runs in English and barks in Slang
Chapter 5 Things of the Night
Chapter 6 Marius becomes Practical once more to the Extent of Giving Cosette his Address
Chapter 7 The Old Heart and the Young Heart in the Presence of Each Other
Part 33. Whither Are They Going ?
Chapter 1 Jean Valjean
Chapter 2 Marius
Chapter 3 M. Mabeuf
Part 34. The 5th of June, 1832
Chapter 1 The Surface of the Question
Chapter 2 The Root of the Matter
Chapter 3 A Burial; an Occasion to be born again
Chapter 4 The Ebullitions of Former Days
Chapter 5 Originality of Paris
Part 35. The Atom Fraternizes With the Hurricane
Chapter 1 Some Explanations with Regard to the Origin of Gavroche's Poetry. The Influence of an Academician on this Poetry
Chapter 2 Gavroche on the March
Chapter 3 Just Indignation of a Hair-dresser
Chapter 4 The Child is amazed at the Old Man
Chapter 5 The Old Man
Chapter 6 Recruits
Part 36. Corinthe
Chapter 1 History of Corinthe from its Foundation
Chapter 2 Preliminary Gayeties
Chapter 3 Night begins to descend upon Grantaire
Chapter 4 An Attempt to console the Widow Hucheloup
Chapter 5 Preparations
Chapter 6 Waiting
Chapter 7 The Man recruited in the Rue des Billettes
Chapter 8 Many Interrogation Points with Regard to a Certain Le Cabuc, whose Name may not have been Le Cabuc
Part 37. Marius Enters the Shadow
Chapter 1 From the Rue Plumet to the Quartier Saint-Denis
Chapter 2 An Owl's View of Paris
Chapter 3 The Extreme Edge
Part 38. The Grandeur of Despair
Chapter 1 The Flag: Act First
Chapter 2 The Flag: Act Second
Chapter 3 Gavroche would have done better to accept Enjolras' Carbine
Chapter 4 The Barrel of Powder
Chapter 5 End of the Verses of Jean Prouvaire
Chapter 6 The Agony of Death after the Agony of Life
Chapter 7 Gavroche as a Profound Calculator of Distances
Part 39. The Rue de l'Homme Armé
Chapter 1 A Drinker is a Babbler
Chapter 2 The Street Urchin an Enemy of Light
Chapter 3 While Cosette and Toussaint are Asleep
Chapter 4 Gavroche's Excess of Zeal
Part 40. The War Between Four Walls
Chapter 1 The Charybdis of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine and the Scylla of the Faubourg du Temple
Chapter 2 What Is to Be Done in the Abyss if One Does Not Converse
Chapter 3 Light and Shadow
Chapter 4 Minus Five, Plus One
Chapter 5 The Horizon Which One Beholds from the Summit of a Barricade
Chapter 6 Marius Haggard, Javert Laconic
Chapter 7 The Situation Becomes Aggravated
Chapter 8 The Artillery-men Compel People to Take Them Seriously
Chapter 9 Employment of the Old Talents of a Poacher and That Infallible Marksmanship Which Influenced the Condemnation of 1796
Chapter 10 Dawn
Chapter 11 The Shot Which Misses Nothing and Kills No One
Chapter 12 Disorder a Partisan of Order
Chapter 13 Passing Gleams
Chapter 14 Wherein Will Appear the Name of Enjolras' Mistress
Chapter 15 Gavroche Outside
Chapter 16 How from a Brother One Becomes a Father
Chapter 17 Mortuus Pater Filium Moriturum Expectat
Chapter 18 The Vulture Becomes Prey
Chapter 19 Jean Valjean Takes His Revenge
Chapter 20 The Dead Are in the Right and the Living Are Not in the Wrong
Chapter 21 The Heroes
Chapter 22 Foot to Foot
Chapter 23 Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk
Chapter 24 Prisoner
Part 41. The Intestine of the Leviathan
Chapter 1 The Land Impoverished by the Sea
Chapter 2 Ancient History of the Sewer
Chapter 3 Bruneseau
Chapter 4 .
Chapter 5 Present Progress
Chapter 6 Future Progress
Part 42. Mud But the Soul
Chapter 1 The Sewer and Its Surprises
Chapter 2 Explanation
Chapter 3 The "Spun" Man
Chapter 4 He Also Bears His Cross
Chapter 5 In the Case of Sand, as in That of Woman, There Is a Fineness Which Is Treacherous
Chapter 6 The Fontis
Chapter 7 One Sometimes Runs Aground When One Fancies That One Is Disembarking
Chapter 8 The Torn Coat-Tail
Chapter 9 Marius Produces on Some One Who Is a Judge of the Matter, the Effect of Being Dead
Chapter 10 Return of the Son Who Was Prodigal of His Life
Chapter 11 Concussion in the Absolute
Chapter 12 The Grandfather
Part 43. Javert Derailed
Chapter 1 .
Part 44. Grandson and Grandfather
Chapter 1 In Which the Tree with the Zinc Plaster Appears Again
Chapter 2 Marius, Emerging from Civil War, Makes Ready for Domestic War
Chapter 3 Marius Attacked
Chapter 4 Mademoiselle Gillenormand Ends by No Longer Thinking It a Bad Thing That M. Fauchelevent Should Have Entered With Something Under His Arm
Chapter 5 Deposit Your Money in a Forest Rather than with a Notary
Chapter 6 The Two Old Men Do Everything, Each One After His Own Fashion, to Render Cosette Happy
Chapter 7 The Effects of Dreams Mingled with Happiness
Chapter 8 Two Men Impossible to Find
Part 45. The Sleepless Night
Chapter 1 The 16th of February, 1833
Chapter 2 Jean Valjean Still Wears His Arm in a Sling
Chapter 3 The Inseparable
Chapter 4 The Immortal Liver
Part 46. The Last Draught From the Cup
Chapter 1 The Seventh Circle and the Eighth Heaven
Chapter 2 The Obscurities Which a Revelation Can Contain
Part 47. Fading Away of the Twilight
Chapter 1 The Lower Chamber
Chapter 2 Another Step Backwards
Chapter 3 They Recall the Garden of the Rue Plumet
Chapter 4 Attraction and Extinction
Part 48. Supreme Shadow, Supreme Dawn
Chapter 1 Pity for the Unhappy, but Indulgence for the Happy
Chapter 2 Last Flickerings of a Lamp Without Oil
Chapter 3 A Pen Is Heavy to the Man Who Lifted the Fauchelevent's Cart
Chapter 4 A Bottle of Ink Which Only Succeeded in Whitening
Chapter 5 A Night Behind Which There Is Day
Chapter 6 The Grass Covers and the Rain Effaces
About Author
Victor-Marie Hugo (1802 —1885) was a French poet, novelist, playwright, essayist, visual artist, statesman, human rights campaigner, and perhaps the most influential exponent of the Romantic movement in France. In France, Hugo's literary reputation rests on his poetic and dramatic output. Among many volumes of poetry, Les Contemplations and La Légende des siècles stand particularly high in critical esteem, and Hugo is sometimes identified as the greatest French poet. In the English-speaking world his best-known works are often the novels Les Misérables and Notre-Dame de Paris (sometimes translated into English as The Hunchback of Notre-Dame). Though extremely conservative in his youth, Hugo moved to the political left as the decades passed; he became a passionate supporter of republicanism, and his work touches upon most of the political and social issues and artistic trends of his time.
Other books of Author
·The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1831)
Part 1. A Just Man
Chapter 1 M. Myriel
In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D—— He was an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see of D—— since 1806.
Although this detail has no connection whatever with the real substance of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely for the sake of exactness in all points, to mention here the various rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very moment when he arrived in the diocese. True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do. M. Myriel was the son of a councillor of the Parliament of Aix; hence he belonged to the nobility of the bar. It was said that his father, destining him to be the heir of his own post, had married him at a very early age, eighteen or twenty, in accordance with a custom which is rather widely prevalent in parliamentary families. In spite of this marriage, however, it was said that Charles Myriel created a great deal of talk. He was well formed, though rather short in stature, elegant, graceful, intelligent; the whole of the first portion of his life had been devoted to the world and to gallantry.
The Revolution came; events succeeded each other with precipitation; the parliamentary families, decimated, pursued, hunted down, were dispersed. M. Charles Myriel emigrated to Italy at the very beginning of the Revolution. There his wife died of a malady of the chest, from which she had long suffered. He had no children. What took place next in the fate of M. Myriel? The ruin of the French society of the olden days, the fall of his own family, the tragic spectacles of '93, which were, perhaps, even more alarming to the emigrants who viewed them from a distance, with the magnifying powers of terror,—did these cause the ideas of renunciation and solitude to germinate in him? Was he, in the midst of these distractions, these affections which absorbed his life, suddenly smitten with one of those mysterious and terrible blows which sometimes overwhelm, by striking to his heart, a man whom public catastrophes would not shake, by striking at his existence and his fortune? No one could have told: all that was known was, that when he returned from Italy he was a priest.
In 1804, M. Myriel was the Cure of B—— [Brignolles]. He was already advanced in years, and lived in a very retired manner.
About the epoch of the coronation, some petty affair connected with his curacy—just what, is not precisely known—took him to Paris. Among other powerful persons to whom he went to solicit aid for his parishioners was M. le Cardinal Fesch. One day, when the Emperor had come to visit his uncle, the worthy Cure, who was waiting in the anteroom, found himself present when His Majesty passed. Napoleon, on finding himself observed with a certain curiosity by this old man, turned round and said abruptly:—
"Who is this good man who is staring at me?"
"Sire," said M. Myriel, "you are looking at a good man, and I at a great man. Each of us can profit by it."
That very evening, the Emperor asked the Cardinal the name of the Cure, and some time afterwards M. Myriel was utterly astonished to learn that he had been appointed Bishop of D——
What truth was there, after all, in the stories which were invented as to the early portion of M. Myriel's life? No one knew. Very few families had been acquainted with the Myriel family before the Revolution.
M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think. He was obliged to undergo it although he was a bishop, and because he was a bishop. But after all, the rumors with which his name was connected were rumors only,—noise, sayings, words; less than words— palabres, as the energetic language of the South expresses it.
However that may be, after nine years of episcopal power and of residence in D——, all the stories and subjects of conversation which engross petty towns and petty people at the outset had fallen into profound oblivion. No one would have dared to mention them; no one would have dared to recall them.
M. Myriel had arrived at D—— accompanied by an elderly spinster, Mademoiselle Baptistine, who was his sister, and ten years his junior.
Their only domestic was a female servant of the same age as Mademoiselle Baptistine, and named Madame Magloire, who, after having been the servant of M. le Cure, now assumed the double title of maid to Mademoiselle and housekeeper to Monseigneur.
Mademoiselle Baptistine was a long, pale, thin, gentle creature; she realized the ideal expressed by the word "respectable"; for it seems that a woman must needs be a mother in order to be venerable. She had never been pretty; her whole life, which had been nothing but a succession of holy deeds, had finally conferred upon her a sort of pallor and transparency; and as she advanced in years she had acquired what may be called the beauty of goodness. What had been leanness in her youth had become transparency in her maturity; and this diaphaneity allowed the angel to be seen. She was a soul rather than a virgin. Her person seemed made of a shadow; there was hardly sufficient body to provide for sex; a little matter enclosing a light; large eyes forever drooping;— a mere pretext for a soul's remaining on the earth.
Madame Magloire was a little, fat, white old woman, corpulent and bustling; always out of breath,—in the first place, because of her activity, and in the next, because of her asthma.
On his arrival, M. Myriel was installed in the episcopal palace with the honors required by the Imperial decrees, which class a bishop immediately after a major-general. The mayor and the president paid the first call on him, and he, in turn, paid the first call on the general and the prefect.
The installation over, the town waited to see its bishop at work.
Chapter 2 M. Myriel becomes M. Welcome
The episcopal palace of D—— adjoins the hospital.
The episcopal palace was a huge and beautiful house, built of stone at the beginning of the last century by M. Henri Puget, Doctor of Theology of the Faculty of Paris, Abbe of Simore, who had been Bishop of D—— in 1712. This palace was a genuine seignorial residence. Everything about it had a grand air,—the apartments of the Bishop, the drawing-rooms, the chambers, the principal courtyard, which was very large, with walks encircling it under arcades in the old Florentine fashion, and gardens planted with magnificent trees. In the dining-room, a long and superb gallery which was situated on the ground-floor and opened on the gardens, M. Henri Puget had entertained in state, on July 29, 1714, My Lords Charles Brulart de Genlis, archbishop; Prince d'Embrun; Antoine de Mesgrigny, the capuchin, Bishop of Grasse; Philippe de Vendome, Grand Prior of France, Abbe of Saint Honore de Lerins; Francois de Berton de Crillon, bishop, Baron de Vence; Cesar de Sabran de Forcalquier, bishop, Seignor of Glandeve; and Jean Soanen, Priest of the Oratory, preacher in ordinary to the king, bishop, Seignor of Senez. The portraits of these seven reverend personages decorated this apartment; and this memorable date, the 29th of July, 1714, was there engraved in letters of gold on a table of white marble.
The hospital was a low and narrow building of a single story, with a small garden.
Three days after his arrival, the Bishop visited the hospital. The visit ended, he had the director requested to be so good as to come to his house.
"Monsieur the director of the hospital," said he to him, "how many sick people have you at the present moment?"
"Twenty-six, Monseigneur."
"That was the number which I counted," said the Bishop.
"The beds," pursued the director, "are very much crowded against each other."
"That is what I observed."
"The halls are nothing but rooms, and it is with difficulty that the air can be changed in them."
"So it seems to me."
"And then, when there is a ray of sun, the garden is very small for the convalescents."
"That was what I said to myself."
"In case of epidemics,—we have had the typhus fever this year; we had the sweating sickness two years ago, and a hundred patients at times,—we know not what to do."
"That is the thought which occurred to me."
"What would you have, Monseigneur?" said the director. "One must resign one's self."
This conversation took place in the gallery dining-room on the ground-floor.
The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he turned abruptly to the director of the hospital.
"Monsieur," said he, "how many beds do you think this hall alone would hold?"
"Monseigneur's dining-room?" exclaimed the stupefied director.
The Bishop cast a glance round the apartment, and seemed to be taking measures and calculations with his eyes.
"It would hold full twenty beds," said he, as though speaking to himself. Then, raising his voice:—
"Hold, Monsieur the director of the hospital, I will tell you something. There is evidently a mistake here. There are thirty-six of you, in five or six small rooms. There are three of us here, and we have room for sixty. There is some mistake, I tell you; you have my house, and I have yours. Give me back my house; you are at home here."
On the following day the thirty-six patients were installed in the Bishop's palace, and the Bishop was settled in the hospital.
M. Myriel had no property, his family having been ruined by the Revolution. His sister was in receipt of a yearly income of five hundred francs, which sufficed for her personal wants at the vicarage. M. Myriel received from the State, in his quality of bishop, a salary of fifteen thousand francs. On the very day when he took up his abode in the hospital, M. Myriel settled on the disposition of this sum once for all, in the following manner. We transcribe here a note made by his own hand:—
NOTE ON THE REGULATION OF MY HOUSEHOLD EXPENSES.
For the little seminary … … … … . . 1,500
livres Society of the mission … … … … . . 100 "
For the Lazarists of Montdidier … … … . 100 "
Seminary for foreign missions in Paris … … 200 "
Congregation of the Holy Spirit … … … . 150 "
Religious establishments of the Holy Land … . . 100 "
Charitable maternity societies … … … . 300 "
Extra, for that of Arles … … … … . 50 "
Work for the amelioration of prisons … … . 400 "
Work for the relief and delivery of prisoners … 500 "
To liberate fathers of families incarcerated for debt 1,000 "
Addition to the salary of the poor teachers of the diocese … … . 2,000 "
Public granary of the Hautes-Alpes … … . . 100 "
Congregation of the ladies of D——, of Manosque, and of Sisteron, for the gratuitous instruction of poor girls … … … … … … . . 1,500 "
For the poor … … … … … … . 6,000 "
My personal expenses … … … … … 1,000 "
——— Total … … … … … … . . 15,000 "
M. Myriel made no change in this arrangement during the entire period that he occupied the see of D—— As has been seen, he called it regulating his household expenses.
This arrangement was accepted with absolute submission by Mademoiselle Baptistine. This holy woman regarded Monseigneur of D—— as at one and the same time her brother and her bishop, her friend according to the flesh and her superior according to the Church. She simply loved and venerated him. When he spoke, she bowed; when he acted, she yielded her adherence. Their only servant, Madame Magloire, grumbled a little. It will be observed that Monsieur the Bishop had reserved for himself only one thousand livres, which, added to the pension of Mademoiselle Baptistine, made fifteen hundred francs a year. On these fifteen hundred francs these two old women and the old man subsisted.
And when a village curate came to D——, the Bishop still found means to entertain him, thanks to the severe economy of Madame Magloire, and to the intelligent administration of Mademoiselle Baptistine.
One day, after he had been in D—— about three months, the Bishop said:—
"And still I am quite cramped with it all!"
"I should think so!" exclaimed Madame Magloire. "Monseigneur has not even claimed the allowance which the department owes him for the expense of his carriage in town, and for his journeys about the diocese. It was customary for bishops in former days."
"Hold!" cried the Bishop, "you are quite right, Madame Magloire."
And he made his demand.
Some time afterwards the General Council took this demand under consideration, and voted him an annual sum of three thousand francs, under this heading: Allowance to M. the Bishop for expenses of carriage, expenses of posting, and expenses of pastoral visits.
This provoked a great outcry among the local burgesses; and a senator of the Empire, a former member of the Council of the Five Hundred which favored the 18 Brumaire, and who was provided with a magnificent senatorial office in the vicinity of the town of D——, wrote to M. Bigot de Preameneu, the minister of public worship, a very angry and confidential note on the subject, from which we extract these authentic lines:—
"Expenses of carriage? What can be done with it in a town of less than four thousand inhabitants? Expenses of journeys? What is the use of these trips, in the first place? Next, how can the posting be accomplished in these mountainous parts? There are no roads. No one travels otherwise than on horseback. Even the bridge between Durance and Chateau-Arnoux can barely support ox-teams. These priests are all thus, greedy and avaricious. This man played the good priest when he first came. Now he does like the rest; he must have a carriage and a posting-chaise, he must have luxuries, like the bishops of the olden days. Oh, all this priesthood! Things will not go well, M. le Comte, until the Emperor has freed us from these black-capped rascals. Down with the Pope! [Matters were getting embroiled with Rome.] For my part, I am for Caesar alone." Etc., etc.
On the other hand, this affair afforded great delight to Madame Magloire. "Good," said she to Mademoiselle Baptistine; "Monseigneur began with other people, but he has had to wind up with himself, after all. He has regulated all his charities. Now here are three thousand francs for us! At last!"
That same evening the Bishop wrote out and handed to his sister a memorandum conceived in the following terms:—
EXPENSES OF CARRIAGE AND CIRCUIT.
For furnishing meat soup to the patients in the hospital. 1,500 livres
For the maternity charitable society of Aix …… . 250 "
For the maternity charitable society of Draguignan … 250 "
For foundlings ………………… 500 "
For orphans ………………… . 500 " —
— Total ………………… . . 3,000 "
Such was M. Myriel's budget.
As for the chance episcopal perquisites, the fees for marriage bans, dispensations, private baptisms, sermons, benedictions, of churches or chapels, marriages, etc., the Bishop levied them on the wealthy with all the more asperity, since he bestowed them on the needy.
After a time, offerings of money flowed in. Those who had and those who lacked knocked at M. Myriel's door,—the latter in search of the alms which the former came to deposit. In less than a year the Bishop had become the treasurer of all benevolence and the cashier of all those in distress. Considerable sums of money passed through his hands, but nothing could induce him to make any change whatever in his mode of life, or add anything superfluous to his bare necessities.
Far from it. As there is always more wretchedness below than there is brotherhood above, all was given away, so to speak, before it was received. It was like water on dry soil; no matter how much money he received, he never had any. Then he stripped himself.
The usage being that bishops shall announce their baptismal names at the head of their charges and their pastoral letters, the poor people of the country-side had selected, with a sort of affectionate instinct, among the names and prenomens of their bishop, that which had a meaning for them; and they never called him anything except Monseigneur Bienvenu [Welcome]. We will follow their example, and will also call him thus when we have occasion to name him. Moreover, this appellation pleased him.
"I like that name," said he. "Bienvenu makes up for the Monseigneur."
We do not claim that the portrait herewith presented is probable; we confine ourselves to stating that it resembles the original.
Chapter 3 A Hard Bishopric for a Good Bishop
The Bishop did not omit his pastoral visits because he had converted his carriage into alms. The diocese of D—— is a fatiguing one. There are very few plains and a great many mountains; hardly any roads, as we have just seen; thirty-two curacies, forty-one vicarships, and two hundred and eighty-five auxiliary chapels. To visit all these is quite a task.
The Bishop managed to do it. He went on foot when it was in the neighborhood, in a tilted spring-cart when it was on the plain, and on a donkey in the mountains. The two old women accompanied him. When the trip was too hard for them, he went alone.
One day he arrived at Senez, which is an ancient episcopal city. He was mounted on an ass. His purse, which was very dry at that moment, did not permit him any other equipage. The mayor of the town came to receive him at the gate of the town, and watched him dismount from his ass, with scandalized eyes. Some of the citizens were laughing around him. "Monsieur the Mayor," said the Bishop, "and Messieurs Citizens, I perceive that I shock you. You think it very arrogant in a poor priest to ride an animal which was used by Jesus Christ. I have done so from necessity, I assure you, and not from vanity."
In the course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked rather than preached. He never went far in search of his arguments and his examples. He quoted to the inhabitants of one district the example of a neighboring district. In the cantons where they were harsh to the poor, he said: "Look at the people of Briancon! They have conferred on the poor, on widows and orphans, the right to have their meadows mown three days in advance of every one else. They rebuild their houses for them gratuitously when they are ruined. Therefore it is a country which is blessed by God. For a whole century, there has not been a single murderer among them."
In villages which were greedy for profit and harvest, he said: "Look at the people of Embrun! If, at the harvest season, the father of a family has his son away on service in the army, and his daughters at service in the town, and if he is ill and incapacitated, the cure recommends him to the prayers of the congregation; and on Sunday, after the mass, all the inhabitants of the village—men, women, and children—go to the poor man's field and do his harvesting for him, and carry his straw and his grain to his granary." To families divided by questions of money and inheritance he said: "Look at the mountaineers of Devolny, a country so wild that the nightingale is not heard there once in fifty years. Well, when the father of a family dies, the boys go off to seek their fortunes, leaving the property to the girls, so that they may find husbands." To the cantons which had a taste for lawsuits, and where the farmers ruined themselves in stamped paper, he said: "Look at those good peasants in the valley of Queyras! There are three thousand souls of them. Mon Dieu! it is like a little republic. Neither judge nor bailiff is known there. The mayor does everything. He allots the imposts, taxes each person conscientiously, judges quarrels for nothing, divides inheritances without charge, pronounces sentences gratuitously; and he is obeyed, because he is a just man among simple men." To villages where he found no schoolmaster, he quoted once more the people of Queyras: "Do you know how they manage?" he said. "Since a little country of a dozen or fifteen hearths cannot always support a teacher, they have school-masters who are paid by the whole valley, who make the round of the villages, spending a week in this one, ten days in that, and instruct them. These teachers go to the fairs. I have seen them there. They are to be recognized by the quill pens which they wear in the cord of their hat. Those who teach reading only have one pen; those who teach reading and reckoning have two pens; those who teach reading, reckoning, and Latin have three pens. But what a disgrace to be ignorant! Do like the people of Queyras!"
Thus he discoursed gravely and paternally; in default of examples, he invented parables, going directly to the point, with few phrases and many images, which characteristic formed the real eloquence of Jesus Christ. And being convinced himself, he was persuasive.
Chapter 4 Works corresponding to Words
His conversation was gay and affable. He put himself on a level with the two old women who had passed their lives beside him. When he laughed, it was the laugh of a schoolboy. Madame Magloire liked to call him Your Grace [Votre Grandeur]. One day he rose from his arm-chair, and went to his library in search of a book. This book was on one of the upper shelves. As the bishop was rather short of stature, he could not reach it. "Madame Magloire," said he, "fetch me a chair. My greatness [grandeur] does not reach as far as that shelf."
One of his distant relatives, Madame la Comtesse de Lo, rarely allowed an opportunity to escape of enumerating, in his presence, what she designated as "the expectations" of her three sons. She had numerous relatives, who were very old and near to death, and of whom her sons were the natural heirs. The youngest of the three was to receive from a grand-aunt a good hundred thousand livres of income; the second was the heir by entail to the title of the Duke, his uncle; the eldest was to succeed to the peerage of his grandfather. The Bishop was accustomed to listen in silence to these innocent and pardonable maternal boasts. On one occasion, however, he appeared to be more thoughtful than usual, while Madame de Lo was relating once again the details of all these inheritances and all these "expectations." She interrupted herself impatiently: "Mon Dieu, cousin! What are you thinking about?" "I am thinking," replied the Bishop, "of a singular remark, which is to be found, I believe, in St. Augustine,—`Place your hopes in the man from whom you do not inherit.'"
At another time, on receiving a notification of the decease of a gentleman of the country-side, wherein not only the dignities of the dead man, but also the feudal and noble qualifications of all his relatives, spread over an entire page: "What a stout back Death has!" he exclaimed. "What a strange burden of titles is cheerfully imposed on him, and how much wit must men have, in order thus to press the tomb into the service of vanity!"
He was gifted, on occasion, with a gentle raillery, which almost always concealed a serious meaning. In the course of one Lent, a youthful vicar came to D——, and preached in the cathedral. He was tolerably eloquent. The subject of his sermon was charity. He urged the rich to give to the poor, in order to avoid hell, which he depicted in the most frightful manner of which he was capable, and to win paradise, which he represented as charming and desirable. Among the audience there was a wealthy retired merchant, who was somewhat of a usurer, named M. Geborand, who had amassed two millions in the manufacture of coarse cloth, serges, and woollen galloons. Never in his whole life had M. Geborand bestowed alms on any poor wretch. After the delivery of that sermon, it was observed that he gave a sou every Sunday to the poor old beggar-women at the door of the cathedral. There were six of them to share it. One day the Bishop caught sight of him in the act of bestowing this charity, and said to his sister, with a smile, "There is M. Geborand purchasing paradise for a sou."
When it was a question of charity, he was not to be rebuffed even by a refusal, and on such occasions he gave utterance to remarks which induced reflection. Once he was begging for the poor in a drawing-room of the town; there was present the Marquis de Champtercier, a wealthy and avaricious old man, who contrived to be, at one and the same time, an ultra-royalist and an ultra-Voltairian. This variety of man has actually existed. When the Bishop came to him, he touched his arm, "You must give me something, M. le Marquis." The Marquis turned round and answered dryly, "I have poor people of my own, Monseigneur." "Give them to me," replied the Bishop.
One day he preached the following sermon in the cathedral:—
"My very dear brethren, my good friends, there are thirteen hundred and twenty thousand peasants' dwellings in France which have but three openings; eighteen hundred and seventeen thousand hovels which have but two openings, the door and one window; and three hundred and forty-six thousand cabins besides which have but one opening, the door. And this arises from a thing which is called the tax on doors and windows. Just put poor families, old women and little children, in those buildings, and behold the fevers and maladies which result! Alas! God gives air to men; the law sells it to them. I do not blame the law, but I bless God. In the department of the Isere, in the Var, in the two departments of the Alpes, the Hautes, and the Basses, the peasants have not even wheelbarrows; they transport their manure on the backs of men; they have no candles, and they burn resinous sticks, and bits of rope dipped in pitch. That is the state of affairs throughout the whole of the hilly country of Dauphine. They make bread for six months at one time; they bake it with dried cow-dung. In the winter they break this bread up with an axe, and they soak it for twenty-four hours, in order to render it eatable. My brethren, have pity! behold the suffering on all sides of you!"
Born a Provencal, he easily familiarized himself with the dialect of the south. He said, "En be! moussu, ses sage?" as in lower Languedoc; "Onte anaras passa?" as in the Basses-Alpes; "Puerte un bouen moutu embe un bouen fromage grase," as in upper Dauphine. This pleased the people extremely, and contributed not a little to win him access to all spirits. He was perfectly at home in the thatched cottage and in the mountains. He understood how to say the grandest things in the most vulgar of idioms. As he spoke all tongues, he entered into all hearts.
Moreover, he was the same towards people of the world and towards the lower classes. He condemned nothing in haste and without taking circumstances into account. He said, "Examine the road over which the fault has passed."
Being, as he described himself with a smile, an ex-sinner, he had none of the asperities of austerity, and he professed, with a good deal of distinctness, and without the frown of the ferociously virtuous, a doctrine which may be summed up as follows:—
"Man has upon him his flesh, which is at once his burden and his temptation. He drags it with him and yields to it. He must watch it, cheek it, repress it, and obey it only at the last extremity. There may be some fault even in this obedience; but the fault thus committed is venial; it is a fall, but a fall on the knees which may terminate in prayer.
"To be a saint is the exception; to be an upright man is the rule. Err, fall, sin if you will, but be upright.
"The least possible sin is the law of man. No sin at all is the dream of the angel. All which is terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a gravitation."
When he saw everyone exclaiming very loudly, and growing angry very quickly, "Oh! oh!" he said, with a smile; "to all appearance, this is a great crime which all the world commits. These are hypocrisies which have taken fright, and are in haste to make protest and to put themselves under shelter."
He was indulgent towards women and poor people, on whom the burden of human society rest. He said, "The faults of women, of children, of the feeble, the indigent, and the ignorant, are the fault of the husbands, the fathers, the masters, the strong, the rich, and the wise."
He said, moreover, "Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow."
It will be perceived that he had a peculiar manner of his own of judging things: I suspect that he obtained it from the Gospel.
One day he heard a criminal case, which was in preparation and on the point of trial, discussed in a drawing-room. A wretched man, being at the end of his resources, had coined counterfeit money, out of love for a woman, and for the child which he had had by her. Counterfeiting was still punishable with death at that epoch. The woman had been arrested in the act of passing the first false piece made by the man. She was held, but there were no proofs except against her. She alone could accuse her lover, and destroy him by her confession. She denied; they insisted. She persisted in her denial. Thereupon an idea occurred to the attorney for the crown. He invented an infidelity on the part of the lover, and succeeded, by means of fragments of letters cunningly presented, in persuading the unfortunate woman that she had a rival, and that the man was deceiving her. Thereupon, exasperated by jealousy, she denounced her lover, confessed all, proved all.
The man was ruined. He was shortly to be tried at Aix with his accomplice. They were relating the matter, and each one was expressing enthusiasm over the cleverness of the magistrate. By bringing jealousy into play, he had caused the truth to burst forth in wrath, he had educed the justice of revenge. The Bishop listened to all this in silence. When they had finished, he inquired,—
"Where are this man and woman to be tried?"
"At the Court of Assizes."
He went on, "And where will the advocate of the crown be tried?"
A tragic event occurred at D—— A man was condemned to death for murder. He was a wretched fellow, not exactly educated, not exactly ignorant, who had been a mountebank at fairs, and a writer for the public. The town took a great interest in the trial. On the eve of the day fixed for the execution of the condemned man, the chaplain of the prison fell ill. A priest was needed to attend the criminal in his last moments. They sent for the cure. It seems that he refused to come, saying, "That is no affair of mine. I have nothing to do with that unpleasant task, and with that mountebank: I, too, am ill; and besides, it is not my place." This reply was reported to the Bishop, who said, "Monsieur le Cure is right: it is not his place; it is mine."
He went instantly to the prison, descended to the cell of the "mountebank," called him by name, took him by the hand, and spoke to him. He passed the entire day with him, forgetful of food and sleep, praying to God for the soul of the condemned man, and praying the condemned man for his own. He told him the best truths, which are also the most simple. He was father, brother, friend; he was bishop only to bless. He taught him everything, encouraged and consoled him. The man was on the point of dying in despair. Death was an abyss to him. As he stood trembling on its mournful brink, he recoiled with horror. He was not sufficiently ignorant to be absolutely indifferent. His condemnation, which had been a profound shock, had, in a manner, broken through, here and there, that wall which separates us from the mystery of things, and which we call life. He gazed incessantly beyond this world through these fatal breaches, and beheld only darkness. The Bishop made him see light.
On the following day, when they came to fetch the unhappy wretch, the Bishop was still there. He followed him, and exhibited himself to the eyes of the crowd in his purple camail and with his episcopal cross upon his neck, side by side with the criminal bound with cords.
He mounted the tumbril with him, he mounted the scaffold with him. The sufferer, who had been so gloomy and cast down on the preceding day, was radiant. He felt that his soul was reconciled, and he hoped in God. The Bishop embraced him, and at the moment when the knife was about to fall, he said to him: "God raises from the dead him whom man slays; he whom his brothers have rejected finds his Father once more. Pray, believe, enter into life: the Father is there." When he descended from the scaffold, there was something in his look which made the people draw aside to let him pass. They did not know which was most worthy of admiration, his pallor or his serenity. On his return to the humble dwelling, which he designated, with a smile, as his palace, he said to his sister, "I have just officiated pontifically."
Since the most sublime things are often those which are the least understood, there were people in the town who said, when commenting on this conduct of the Bishop, "It is affectation."
This, however, was a remark which was confined to the drawing-rooms. The populace, which perceives no jest in holy deeds, was touched, and admired him.
As for the Bishop, it was a shock to him to have beheld the guillotine, and it was a long time before he recovered from it.
In fact, when the scaffold is there, all erected and prepared, it has something about it which produces hallucination. One may feel a certain indifference to the death penalty, one may refrain from pronouncing upon it, from saying yes or no, so long as one has not seen a guillotine with one's own eyes: but if one encounters one of them, the shock is violent; one is forced to decide, and to take part for or against. Some admire it, like de Maistre; others execrate it, like Beccaria. The guillotine is the concretion of the law; it is called vindicte; it is not neutral, and it does not permit you to remain neutral. He who sees it shivers with the most mysterious of shivers. All social problems erect their interrogation point around this chopping-knife. The scaffold is a vision. The scaffold is not a piece of carpentry; the scaffold is not a machine; the scaffold is not an inert bit of mechanism constructed of wood, iron and cords.
It seems as though it were a being, possessed of I know not what sombre initiative; one would say that this piece of carpenter's work saw, that this machine heard, that this mechanism understood, that this wood, this iron, and these cords were possessed of will. In the frightful meditation into which its presence casts the soul the scaffold appears in terrible guise, and as though taking part in what is going on. The scaffold is the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, it eats flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated by the judge and the carpenter, a spectre which seems to live with a horrible vitality composed of all the death which it has inflicted.
Therefore, the impression was terrible and profound; on the day following the execution, and on many succeeding days, the Bishop appeared to be crushed. The almost violent serenity of the funereal moment had disappeared; the phantom of social justice tormented him. He, who generally returned from all his deeds with a radiant satisfaction, seemed to be reproaching himself. At times he talked to himself, and stammered lugubrious monologues in a low voice. This is one which his sister overheard one evening and preserved: "I did not think that it was so monstrous. It is wrong to become absorbed in the divine law to such a degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men touch that unknown thing?"
In course of time these impressions weakened and probably vanished. Nevertheless, it was observed that the Bishop thenceforth avoided passing the place of execution.
M. Myriel could be summoned at any hour to the bedside of the sick and dying. He did not ignore the fact that therein lay his greatest duty and his greatest labor. Widowed and orphaned families had no need to summon him; he came of his own accord. He understood how to sit down and hold his peace for long hours beside the man who had lost the wife of his love, of the mother who had lost her child. As he knew the moment for silence he knew also the moment for speech. Oh, admirable consoler! He sought not to efface sorrow by forgetfulness, but to magnify and dignify it by hope. He said:—
"Have a care of the manner in which you turn towards the dead. Think not of that which perishes. Gaze steadily. You will perceive the living light of your well-beloved dead in the depths of heaven." He knew that faith is wholesome. He sought to counsel and calm the despairing man, by pointing out to him the resigned man, and to transform the grief which gazes upon a grave by showing him the grief which fixes its gaze upon a star.
Chapter 5 Monseigneur Bienvenu made his Cassocks last too long
The private life of M. Myriel was filled with the same thoughts as his public life. The voluntary poverty in which the Bishop of D—— lived, would have been a solemn and charming sight for any one who could have viewed it close at hand.
Like all old men, and like the majority of thinkers, he slept little. This brief slumber was profound. In the morning he meditated for an hour, then he said his mass, either at the cathedral or in his own house. His mass said, he broke his fast on rye bread dipped in the milk of his own cows. Then he set to work.
