第18部分(第5/7 頁)

divine　hues　of　the　early　morning；　yet　ever　and　anon　there　es　a　cool；　sweet　air；　which　seems　not　to　have　blown　across　man's　mon　world；　which　bears　no　taint　of　mortality。

A　gallery　of　impressive　and　touching　portraits。　The　great…souled　M。　de　Saint…Cyran；　with　his　vision　of　Christ　restored；　M。　Le　Maitre；　who；　at　the　summit　of　a　brilliant　career；　turned　from　the　world　to　meditation　and　penitence；　Pascal；　with　his　genius　and　his　triumphs；　his　conflicts　of　soul　and　fleshly　martyrdom；　Lancelot；　the　good　Lancelot；　ideal　schoolmaster；　who　wrote　grammar　and　edited　classical　books；　the　vigorous　Arnauld；　doctoral　rather　than　saintly；　but　long…　suffering　for　the　faith　that　was　in　him；　and　all　the　smaller　names……　Walon　de　Beaupuis；　Nicole；　Hamon……spirits　of　exquisite　humility　and　sweetness……a　perfume　rises　from　the　page　as　one　reads　about　them。　But　best　of　all　I　like　M。　de　Tillemont；　I　could　have　wished　for　myself　even　such　a　life　as　his；　wrapped　in　silence　and　calm；　a　life　of　gentle　devotion　and　zealous　study。　From　the　age　of　fourteen；　he　said；　his　intellect　had　occupied　itself　with　but　one　subject；　that　of　ecclesiastical　history。　Rising　at　four　o'clock；　he　read　and　wrote　until　half…past　nine　in　the　evening；　interrupting　his　work　only　to　say　the　Offices　of　the　Church；　and　for　a　couple　of　hours'　breathing　at　mid…day。　Few　were　his　absences。　When　he　had　to　make　a　journey；　he　set　forth　on　foot；　staff　in　hand；　and　lightened　the　way　by　singing　to　himself　a　psalm　or　canticle。　This　man　of　profound　erudition　had　as　pure　and　simple　a　heart　as　ever　dwelt　in　mortal。　He　loved　to　stop　by　the　road　and　talk　with　children；　and　knew　how　to　hold　their　attention　whilst　teaching　them　a　lesson。　Seeing　boy　or　girl　in　charge　of　a　cow；　he　would　ask：　〃How　is　it　that　you；　a　little　child；　are　able　to　co