To test the fidelity of those professing to have this humility and
obedience, the most outrageous insults were inflicted on such as in
the world had been reckoned the most high-spirited. It is averred
that these never failed. The once testy soldier, now passionless
monk, kissed the sandal raised to kick, and blessed the hand lifted
to smite him. A proud young officer of mousquetaires, of whom I have
strong suspicions that he had embezzled a good deal of his majesty’s
money, acknowledged that he was the greatest criminal that ever
lived; but he stoutly denied the same when the officers of the law
visited the monastery and accused him of fraudulent practices. This
erst young warrior had no greater delight than in being permitted
to clean the spittoons in the chapel, and provide them with fresh
sawdust. Another, a young marquis and chevalier, performed with ecstacy
servile offices of a more disgusting character. This monk was the
flower of the fraternity. He was for ever accusing himself of the most
heinous crimes, not one of which he had committed, or was capable of
committing. “He represented matters so ingeniously,” says De Rancé,
who on this occasion is the biographer, “that without lying, he made
himself pass for the vile wretch which in truth he was not.” He must
have been like that other clever individual who “lied like truth.”
When I say that he was the flower of the fraternity, I probably do
some wrong to the Chevalier de Santin, who under the name of Brother
Palemon, was undoubtedly the chief pride of La Trappe. He had been an
officer in the army; without love for God, regard for man, respect for
woman, or reverence for law. In consequence of a rupture between Savoy
and France, he lost an annuity on which he had hitherto lived. As his
constitution was considerably shattered, he at the same time took to
reading. He was partially converted by perusing the history of Joseph;
and he was finally perfected by seeing the dead body of a very old and
very ugly monk, assume the guise and beauty of that of a young man.
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