THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HISĬHAPTER II. GRINGOIRE HAS MANY GOOD IDEAS IN SUCCESSION.-RUE DESĬHAPTER V.
CONTINUATION OF THE KEY TO THE RED DOOR.ĬHAPTER I. THREE HUMAN HEARTS DIFFERENTLY CONSTRUCTED.ĬHAPTER VI. END OF THE CROWN WHICH WAS TURNED INTO A DRY LEAF.ĬHAPTER VI. CONTINUATION OF THE CROWN WHICH WAS CHANGED INTO A DRY LEAF.ĬHAPTER III. THE CROWN CHANGED INTO A DRY LEAF.ĬHAPTER II. THE UTILITY OF WINDOWS WHICH OPEN ON THE RIVER.ĬHAPTER I. THE EFFECT WHICH SEVEN OATHS IN THE OPEN AIR CAN PRODUCE.ĬHAPTER VIII. A PRIEST AND A PHILOSOPHER ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS.ĬHAPTER VI. THE DANGER OF CONFIDING ONE'S SECRET TO A GOAT.ĬHAPTER II. HISTORY OF A LEAVENED CAKE OF MAIZE.ĬHAPTER I. AN IMPARTIAL GLANCE AT THE ANCIENT MAGISTRACY.ĬHAPTER III. IMMANIS PECORIS CUSTOS, IMMANIOR IPSE.ĬHAPTER I. THE INCONVENIENCES OF FOLLOWING A PRETTY WOMAN THROUGH THEĬHAPTER III. It is upon this word that this book is founded. The man who wrote that word upon the wall disappeared from the midst of the generations of man many centuries ago the word, in its turn, has been effaced from the wall of the church the church will, perhaps, itself soon disappear from the face of the earth. Thus, with the exception of the fragile memory which the author of this book here consecrates to it, there remains today nothing whatever of the mysterious word engraved within the gloomy tower of Notre Dame,-nothing of the destiny which it so sadly summed up. The priest whitewashes them, the archdeacon scrapes them down then the populace arrives and demolishes them. Mutilations come to them from every quarter, from within as well as from without. For it is thus that people have been in the habit of proceeding with the marvellous churches of the Middle Ages for the last two hundred years. He questioned himself he sought to divine who could have been that soul in torment which had not been willing to quit this world without leaving this stigma of crime or unhappiness upon the brow of the ancient church.Īfterwards, the wall was whitewashed or scraped down, I know not which, and the inscription disappeared. These Greek capitals, black with age, and quite deeply graven in the stone, with I know not what signs peculiar to Gothic caligraphy imprinted upon their forms and upon their attitudes, as though with the purpose of revealing that it had been a hand of the Middle Ages which had inscribed them there, and especially the fatal and melancholy meaning contained in them, struck the author deeply. A few years ago, while visiting or, rather, rummaging about Notre-Dame, the author of this book found, in an obscure nook of one of the towers, the following word, engraved by hand upon the wall:.
0 kommentar(er)
