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 menting 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 acplice 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 posed 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 bee 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。
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CHAPTER V
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。
A Bishop is a very busy man：
he must every day receive the secretary of the bishopric； who is generally a canon； and nearly every day his vicars…general。 He has congregations to reprove； privileges to grant； a whole ecclesiastical library to examine； prayer…books； diocesan catechisms； books of hours； etc。；charges to write； sermons to authorize； cures and mayors to reconcile； a clerical correspondence； an administrative correspondence； on one side the State； on the other the Holy See； and a thousand matters of business。
What time was left to him； after these thousand details of business； and his offices and his breviary； he bestowed first on the necessitous； the sick； and the afflicted； the time which was left to him from the afflicted； the sick； and the necessitous； he devoted to work。 Sometimes he dug in his garden； again； he read or wrote。
He had but one word for both these kinds of toil； he called them gardening。 〃The mind is a garden；〃 said he。
Towards mid…day； when the weather was fine； he went forth and took a stroll in the country or in town； often entering lowly dwellings。 He was seen walking alone； buried in his own thoughts； his eyes cast down； supporting himself on his long cane； clad in his wadded purple garment of silk； which was very warm； wearing purple stockings inside his coarse shoes； and surmounted by a flat hat which allowed three golden tassels of large bullion to droop from its three points。
It was a perfect festival wherever he appeared。
One would have said that his presence had something warming and luminous about it。 The children and the old people came out to the doorsteps for the Bishop as for the sun。
He bestowed his blessing； and they blessed him。 They pointed out his house to any one who was in need of anything。
Here and there he halted； accosted the little boys and girls； and smiled upon the mothers。
He visited the poor so long as he had any money； when he no longer had any； he visited the rich。
As he made his cassocks last a long while； and did not wish to have it noticed； he never went out in the town without his wadded purple cloak。
This inconvenienced him somewhat in summer。
On his return； he dined。
The dinner resembled his breakfast。
At half…past eight in the evening he supped with his sister； Madame Magloire standing behind them and serving them at table。 Nothing could be more frugal than this repast。
If； however； the Bishop had one of his cures to supper； Madame Magloire took advantage of the opportunity to serve Monseigneur with some excellent fish from the lake； or with some fine game from the mountains。
Every cure furnished the pretext for a good meal：
the Bishop did not interfere。 With that exception； his ordinary diet consisted only of vegetables boiled in water； and oil soup。
Thus it was said in the town； when the Bishop does not indulge in the cheer of a cure； he indulges in the cheer of a trappist。
After supper he conversed for half an hour with Mademoiselle Baptistine and Madame Magloire； then he retired to his own room and set to writing； sometimes on loose sheets； and again on the margin of some folio。 He was a man of letters and rather learned。
He left behind him five or six very curious manuscripts； among others； a dissertation on this verse in Genesis； In the beginning； the spirit of God floated upon the waters。
With this verse he pares three texts： the Arabic verse which says； The winds of God blew； Flavius Josephus who says； A wind from above was precipitated upon the earth； and finally； the Chaldaic paraphrase of Onkelos； which renders it； A wind ing from God blew upon the face of the waters。 In another dissertation； he examines the theological works of Hugo； Bishop of Ptolemais； great…grand…uncle to the writer of this book； and establishes the fact； that to this bishop must be attributed the divers little works published during the last century； under the pseudonym of Barleycourt。
Sometimes； in the midst of his reading； no matter what the book might be which he had in his hand； he would suddenly fall into a profound meditation； whence he only emerged to write a few lines on the pages of the volume itself。
These lines have often no connection whatever with the book which contains them。
We now have under our eyes a note written by him on the margin of a quarto entitled Correspondence of Lord Germain with Generals Clinton； Cornwallis； and the Admirals on the American station。
Versailles； Poincot； book…seller； and Paris； Pissot； bookseller； Quai des Augustins。
Here is the note：
〃Oh； you who are！
〃Ecclesiastes calls you the All…powerful； the Maccabees call you the Creator； the Epistle to the Ephesians calls you liberty； Baruch calls you Immensity； the Psalms call you Wisdom and Truth； John calls you Light； the Books of Kings call you Lord； Exodus calls you Providence； Leviticus； Sanctity； Esdras； Justice； the creation calls you God； man calls you Father； but Solomon calls you passion； and that is the most beautiful of all your names。〃
Toward nine o'clock in the evening the two women retired and betook themselves to their chambers on the first floor； leaving him alone until morning on the ground floor。
It is necessary that we should； in this place； give an exact idea of the dwelling of the Bishop of D
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CHAPTER VI
WHO GUARDED HIS HOUSE FOR HIM
The house in which he lived consisted； as we have said； of a ground floor； and one story above； three rooms on the ground floor； three chambers on the first； and an attic above。
Behind the house was a garden； a quarter of an acre in extent。
The two women occupied the first floor； the Bishop was lodged below。
The first room； opening on the street；