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　　Be　lucky；　and　you　will　have　all　the　rest；　be　happy；　and　people　will　think　you　great。
　　Outside　of　five　or　six　immense　exceptions；　which　pose　the　splendor　of　a　century；　contemporary　admiration　is　nothing　but　short…sightedness。　Gilding　is　gold。
　　It　does　no　harm　to　be　the　first　arrival　by　pure　chance；　so　long　as　you　do　arrive。
　　The　mon　herd　is　an　old　Narcissus　who　adores　himself；　and　who　applauds　the　vulgar　herd。
　　That　enormous　ability　by　virtue　of　which　one　is　Moses；　Aeschylus；　Dante；　Michael　Angelo；　or　Napoleon；　the　multitude　awards　on　the　spot；　and　by　acclamation；　to　whomsoever　attains　his　object；　in　whatsoever　it　may　consist。　Let　a　notary　transfigure　himself　into　a　deputy：
　　let　a　false　Corneille　pose　Tiridate；　let　a　eunuch　e　to　possess　a　harem；　let　a　military　Prudhomme　accidentally　win　the　decisive　battle　of　an　epoch；　let　an　apothecary　invent　cardboard　shoe…soles　for　the　army　of　the　Sambre…and…Meuse；　and　construct　for　himself；　out　of　this　cardboard；　sold　as　leather；　four　hundred　thousand　francs　of　ine；　let　a　pork…packer　espouse　usury；　and　cause　it　to　bring　forth　seven　or　eight　millions；　of　which　he　is　the　father　and　of　which　it　is　the　mother；　let　a　preacher　bee　a　bishop　by　force　of　his　nasal　drawl；　let　the　steward　of　a　fine　family　be　so　rich　on　retiring　from　service　that　he　is　made　minister　of　finances；and　men　call　that　Genius；　just　as　they　call　the　face　of　Mousqueton　Beauty；　and　the　mien　of　Claude　Majesty。
　　With　the　constellations　of　space　they　confound　the　stars　of　the　abyss　which　are　made　in　the　soft　mire　of　the　puddle　by　the　feet　of　ducks。


BOOK　FIRSTA　JUST　MAN
CHAPTER　XIII　
　　WHAT　HE　BELIEVED
　　　We　are　not　obliged　to　sound　the　Bishop　of　D　on　the　score　of　orthodoxy。
　　In　the　presence　of　such　a　soul　we　feel　ourselves　in　no　mood　but　respect。
　　The　conscience　of　the　just　man　should　be　accepted　on　his　word。
　　Moreover；　certain　natures　being　given；　we　admit　the　possible　development　of　all　beauties　of　human　virtue　in　a　belief　that　differs　from　our　own。
　　What　did　he　think　of　this　dogma；　or　of　that　mystery？
　　These　secrets　of　the　inner　tribunal　of　the　conscience　are　known　only　to　the　tomb；　where　souls　enter　naked。
　　The　point　on　which　we　are　certain　is；　that　the　difficulties　of　faith　never　resolved　themselves　into　hypocrisy　in　his　case。
　　No　decay　is　possible　to　the　diamond。　He　believed　to　the　extent　of　his　powers。
　　〃Credo　in　Patrem；〃　he　often　exclaimed。
　　Moreover；　he　drew　from　good　works　that　amount　of　satisfaction　which　suffices　to　the　conscience；　and　which　whispers　to　a　man；　〃Thou　art　with　God！〃
　　The　point　which　we　consider　it　our　duty　to　note　is；　that　outside　of　and　beyond　his　faith；　as　it　were；　the　Bishop　possessed　an　excess　of　love。
　　In　was　in　that　quarter；　quia　multum　amavit；because　he　loved　muchthat　he　was　regarded　as　vulnerable　by　〃serious　men；〃　〃grave　persons〃　and　〃reasonable　people〃；　favorite　locutions　of　our　sad　world　where　egotism　takes　its　word　of　mand　from　pedantry。　What　was　this　excess　of　love？
　　It　was　a　serene　benevolence　which　overflowed　men；　as　we　have　already　pointed　out；　and　which；　on　occasion；　extended　even　to　things。
　　He　lived　without　disdain。　He　was　indulgent　towards　God's　creation。
　　Every　man；　even　the　best；　has　within　him　a　thoughtless　harshness　which　he　reserves　for　animals。　The　Bishop　of　D　had　none　of　that　harshness；　which　is　peculiar　to　many　priests；　nevertheless。
　　He　did　not　go　as　far　as　the　Brahmin；　but　he　seemed　to　have　weighed　this　saying　of　Ecclesiastes：
　　〃Who　knoweth　whither　the　soul　of　the　animal　goeth？〃
　　Hideousness　of　aspect；　deformity　of　instinct；　troubled　him　not；　and　did　not　arouse　his　indignation。
　　He　was　touched；　almost　softened　by　them。　It　seemed　as　though　he　went　thoughtfully　away　to　seek　beyond　the　bounds　of　life　which　is　apparent；　the　cause；　the　explanation；　or　the　excuse　for　them。
　　He　seemed　at　times　to　be　asking　God　to　mute　these　penalties。
　　He　examined　without　wrath；　and　with　the　eye　of　a　linguist　who　is　deciphering　a　palimpsest；　that　portion　of　chaos　which　still　exists　in　nature。
　　This　revery　sometimes　caused　him　to　utter　odd　sayings。
　　One　morning　he　was　in　his　garden；　and　thought　himself　alone；　but　his　sister　was　walking　behind　him；　unseen　by　him：
　　suddenly　he　paused　and　gazed　at　something　on　the　ground；　it　was　a　large；　black；　hairy；　frightful　spider。
　　His　sister　heard　him　say：
　　〃Poor　beast！
　　It　is　not　its　fault！〃
　　Why　not　mention　these　almost　divinely　childish　sayings　of　kindness？　Puerile　they　may　be；　but　these　sublime　puerilities　were　peculiar　to　Saint　Francis　d'Assisi　and　of　Marcus　Aurelius。
　　One　day　he　sprained　his　ankle　in　his　effort　to　avoid　stepping　on　an　ant。　Thus　lived　this　just　man。
　　Sometimes　he　fell　asleep　in　his　garden；　and　then　there　was　nothing　more　venerable　possible。
　　Monseigneur　Bienvenu　had　formerly　been；　if　the　stories　anent　his　youth；　and　even　in　regard　to　his　manhood；　were　to　be　believed；　a　passionate；　and；　possibly；　a　violent　man。
　　His　universal　suavity　was　less　an　instinct　of　nature　than　the　result　of　a　grand　conviction　which　had　filtered　into　his　heart　through　the　medium　of　life；　and　had　trickled　there　slowly；　thought　by　thought；　for；　in　a　character；　as　in　a　rock；　there　may　exist　apertures　made　by　drops　of　water。　These　hollows　are　uneffaceable；　these　formations　are　indestructible。
　　In　1815；　as　we　think　we　have　already　said；　he　reached　his　seventy…fifth　birthday；　but　he　did　not　appear　to　be　more　than　sixty。
　　He　was　not　tall；　he　was　rather　plump；　and；　in　order　to　bat　this　tendency；　he　was　fond　of　taking　long　strolls　on　foot；　his　step　was　firm；　and　his　form　was　but　slightly　bent；　a　detail　from　which　we　do　not　pretend　to　draw　any　conclusion。
　　Gregory　XVI。；　at　the　age　of　eighty；　held　himself　erect　and　smiling；　which　did　not　prevent　him　from　being　a　bad　bishop。
　　Monseigneur　Wele　had　what　the　people　term　a　〃fine　head；〃　but　so　amiable　was　he　that　they　forgot　that　it　was　fine。
　　When　he　conversed　with　that　infantile　gayety　which　was　one　of　his　charms；　and　of　which　we　have　already　spoken；　people　felt　at　their　ease　with　him；　and　joy　seemed　to　radiate　from　his　whole　person。
　　His　fresh　and　ruddy　plexion；　his　very　white　teeth；　all　of　which　he　had　preserved；　and　which　were　displayed　by　his　smile；　gave　him　that　open　and　easy　air　which　cause　the　remark　to　be　made　of　a　man；　〃He's　a　good　fellow〃；　and　of　an　old　man；　〃He　is　a　fine　man。〃
　　That；　it　will　be　recalled；　was　the　effect　which　he　produced　upon　Napoleon。
　　On　the　first　encounter；　and　to　one　who　saw　him　for　the　first　time；　he　was　nothing；　in　fact；　but　a　fine　man。
　　But　if　one　remained　near　him　for　a　few　hours；　and　beheld　him　in　the　least　degree　pensive；　the　fine　man　became　gradually　transfigured；　and　took　on　some　imposing　quality；　I　know　not　what；　his　broad　and　serious　brow；　rendered　august　by　his　white　locks；　became　august　also　by　virtue　of　meditation；　majesty　radiated　from　his　goodness；　though　his　goodness　ceased　not　to　be　radiant；　one　experienced　something　of　the　emotion　which　one　would　feel　on　beholding　a　smiling　angel　slowly　unfold　his　wings；　without　ceasing　to　smile。
　　Respect；　an　unutterable　respect；　penetrated　you　by　degrees　and　mounted　to　your　heart；　and　one　felt　that　one　had　before　him　one　of　those　strong；　thoroughly　tried；　and　indulgent　souls　where　thought　is　so　grand　that　it　can　no　longer　be　anything　but　gentle。
　　As　we　have　seen；　prayer；　the　celebration　of　the　offices　of　religion；　alms…giving；　the　consolation　of　the　afflicted；　the　cultivation　of　a　bit　of　land；　fraternity；　frugality；　hospitality；　renunciation；　confidence；　study；　work；　filled　every　day　of　his　life。
　　Filled　is　exactly　the　word；　certainly　the　Bishop's　day　was　quite　full　to　the　brim；　of　good　words　and　good　deeds。
　　Nevertheless；　it　was　not　plete　if　cold　or　rainy　weather　prevented　his　passing　an　hour　or　two　in　his　garden　before　going　to　bed；　and　after　the　two　women　had　retired。　It　seemed　to　be　a　sort　of　rite　with　him；　to　prepare　himself　for　slumber　by　meditation　in　the　presence　of　the　grand　spectacles　of　the　nocturnal　heavens。
　　Sometimes；　if　the　two　old　women　were　not　asleep；　they　heard　him　pacing　slowly　along　the　walks　at　a　very　advanced　hour　of　the　night。
　　He　was　there　alone；　muning　with　himself；　peaceful；　adoring；　paring　the　serenity　of　his　heart　with　the　serenity　of　the　ether；　moved　amid　the　darkness　by　the　visible　splendor　of　the　constellations　and　the　invisible　splendor　of　God；　opening　his　heart　to　the　thoughts　which　fall　from　the　Unknown。　At　such　moments；　while　he　offered　his　heart　at　the　hour　when　nocturnal　flowers　offer　their　perfume；　illuminated　like　a　lamp　amid　the　starry　night；　as　he　poured　himself　out　in　ecstasy　in　the　midst　of　the　universal　radiance　of　creation；　he　could　not　have　told　himself；　probably；　what　was　passing　in　his　spirit；　he　felt　something　take　its　flight　from　him；　and　something　descend　into　him。
　　Mysterious　exchange　of　the　abysses　of　the　soul　with　the　abysses　of　the　universe！
　　He　thought　of　the　grandeur　and　presence　of　God；　of　the　future　eternity；　that　strange　mystery；　of　the　eternity　past；　a　mystery　still　more　strange；　of　all　the　infinities；　which　pierced　their　way　into　all　his　senses；　beneath　his　eyes；　and；　without　seeking　to　prehend　the　inprehensible；　he　gazed　upon　it。
　　He　did　not　study　God；　he　was　dazzled　by　him。
　　He　considered　those　magnificent　conjunctions　of　atoms；　which　municate　aspects　to　matter；　reveal　forces　by　verifying　them；　create　individualities　in　unity；　proportions　in　extent；　the　innumerable　in　the　infinite；　and；　through　light；　produce　beauty。　These　conjunctions　are　formed　and　dissolved　incessantly；　hence　life　and　death。
　　He　seated　himself　on　a　wooden　bench；　with　his　back　against　a　decrepit　vine；　he　gazed　at　the　stars；　past　the　puny　and　stunted　silhouettes　of　his　fruit…trees。　This　quarter　of　an　acre；　so　poorly　planted；　so　encumbered　with　mean　buildings　and　sheds；　was　dear　to　him；　and　satisfied　his　wants。
　　What　more　was　needed　by　this　old　man；　who　divided　the　leisure　of　his　life；　where　there　was　so　little　leisure；　between　gardening　in　the　daytime　and　contemplation　at　night？
　　Was　not　this　narrow　enclosure；　with　the　heavens　for　a　ceiling；　sufficient　to　enable　him　to　adore　God　in　his　most　divine　works；　in　turn？
　　Does　not　this　prehend　all；　in　fact？　and　what　is　there　left　to　desire　beyond　it？　A　little　garden　in　which　to　walk；　and　immensity　in　which　to　dream。　At　one's　feet　that　which　can　be　cultivated　and　plucked；　over　head　that　which　one　can　study　and　meditate　upon：
　　some　flowers　on　earth；　and　all　the　stars　in　the　sky。


BOOK　FIRSTA　JUST　MAN
CHAPTER　XIV　
　　WHAT　HE　THOUGHT
　　　One　last　word。
　　Since　this　sort　of　details　might；　particularly　at　the　present　moment；　and　to　use　an　expression　now　in　fashion；　give　to　the　Bishop　of　D　a　certain　〃pantheistical〃　physiognomy；　and　induce　the　belief；　either　to　his　credit　or　discredit；　that　he　entertained　one　of　those　personal　philosophies　which　are　peculiar　to　our　century；　which　sometimes　spring　up　in　solitary　spirits；　and　there　take　on　a　form　and　grow　until　they　usurp　the　place　of　religion；　we　insist　upon　it；　that　not　one　of　those　persons　who　knew　Monseigneur　Wele　would　have　thought　himself　authorized　to　think　anything　of　the　sort。　That