esence； 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 ine； 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 mitted 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 mits。
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 mitted。
The guilty one is not the person who has mitted 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 acplice。
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 e； 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：
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