“I never ate with appetite, because I knew, that with or without it, I must go to the refectory when the bell rung. I never lay down to rest in peace, because I knew the bell was to summon me in defiance of nature, whether it was disposed to prolong or shorten my repose. I never prayed, for my prayers were dictated to me. I never hoped, for my hopes were founded not on the truth of God, but on the promises and threatenings of man. My salvation hovered on the breath of a being as weak as myself, whose weakness I was nevertheless obliged to flatter, and struggle to obtain a gleam of the grace of God, through the dark distorted medium of the vices of man. _It never reached me_--I die without light, hope, faith, or consolation.”--He uttered these words with a calmness that was more terrific than the wildest convulsions of despair. I gasped for breath--“But, my brother, you were always punctual in your religious exercises.” “That was mechanism--will you not believe a dying man?” “But you urged me, in a long conversation, to embrace the monastic life; and your importunity must have been sincere, for it was after my profession.” “It is natural for the miserable to wish for companions in their misery. This is very selfish, very misanthropic, you will say, but it is also very natural. You have yourself seen the cages suspended in the cells--are not the tame birds always employed to allure the wild ones? We were caged birds, can you blame us for the deception?” In these words I could not help recognizing that _simplicity of profound corruption_(15),--that frightful paralysis of the soul, which leaves it incapable of receiving any impression or making one,--that says to the accuser, Approach, remonstrate, upbraid--I defy you. My conscience is dead, and can neither hear, utter, or echo a reproach. I was amazed--I struggled against my own conviction. I said, “But your regularity in religious exercises--” “_Did you never hear a bell toll?_” “But your voice was always the loudest and most distinct in the choir.” “_Did you never hear an organ played?_” * * * * * * * (15) Vide Madame Genlis’s “Julien Delmour.”