"Il n'est vivant, tant soit plein d'art, Ni de force pour résistance, Que je ne frappe de mon dard, Pour bailler aux vers leur pitance." Which may be translated "There is none living, however artful or strong to resist, that I do not strike with my dart, to give to the worms their share." Underneath this somewhat trite observation is a sort of monogram, the upright of which is supported by an M. When the church, the cemetery, and the charniers of the Innocents were all suppressed in 1786, this figure was transferred to the church of Saint-Jacques-la-Boucherie, afterward to the Musée des Monuments français, by M. Alexandre Lenoir, then to the Louvre, and finally to the Beaux-Arts. "In the Middle Ages, Death played a very important part; in the arts, the games, and the ornamentation, his image was everywhere. The churches, the cemeteries, and the charniers were covered with epitaphs and with sinister phrases relating to death, and paraphrases of the _De profundis_ and the _Dies iræ_. At every step, says the author of the _Légende des trépassés_, the thought of the life eternal presented itself, sombre and terrible;--the melancholy chants and lamentations sobbing under the vaults of the churches hung with black, the hurried tolling of the death-bell which seemed to appeal for help and to sound the tocsin of eternity, the slow and solemn processions of the monks and the penitents intoning in the public squares the seven psalms of penitence, the great dance macabre performed in the cemeteries and the city streets, the representation of the Last Judgment by the brothers of the Passion, ... the bell-ringer of the dead making his nocturnal round,--all these formed an ensemble of awe-inspiring scenes well calculated to alienate the living from the frailties of this world." [Illustration: ENTRANCE TO THE CATACOMBS, PLACE DENFERT-ROCHEREAU. After a drawing by A. Sauvage.]