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>> Brie Carlisle: Today well be continuing. les miserables

by Victor Hugo

chapter six the Little Convent.

In this enclosure of the petite Picpiss there were

three perfectly distinct the

great convent inhabited by the nuns,

the boarding school where the scholars were lodged and

lastly, what was called the little Convent. It

was a building with a garden in which lived all sorts of

aged nuns of various orders, the

relics of cloisters destroyed in the revolution,

a reunion of all the black, gray, and white medleys

of all communities and all possible

varieties. What might be called,

if such a coupling of words is permissible, a sort of

harlequin convent. When the empire was

established, all these poor, old, dispersed, and

exiled women had been accorded permission to come and take

shelter under the wings of the Bernardines

Benedictines. The government paid them a

small pension. The ladies of the petite picpus

received them cordially. It was a singular

pell mell. Each followed her own

rule. Sometimes the pupils of the boarding

school were allowed, as a great recreation, to pay them a

visit. The result is that all those young

memories have retained, among other souvenirs, that of Mother

St. Basile, Mother Saint

Schlastieck and Mother Jacob.

One of these refugees found herself almost at home.

She was a nun of Saint Aure, the only one of her

order who had survived the ancient convent of the

ladies of Saint Aure, occupied at the beginning of the

18th century, this very house of the Petite

Picpus, which belonged later to the Benedictines of Martin

Virga. This holy woman, too

poor to wear the magnificent habit of her order, which

was a white robe with a scarlet scapulary,

had piously put it on a little mannequin, which

she exhibited with complacency, and which she

bequeathed to the house at her death in

1824. Only one nun of this order

remained. Today there remains only a

doll. In addition to these worthy

mothers, some old society women had

obtained permission of the prioress, like Madame

Albertine, to retire into the little convent.

Among the number were Madame Beaufort d'Hoppel

and Marquise de Fresne. Another

was never known in the convent, except by the formidable

noise which she made when she blew her nose. The

pupils called her Madame Veccormini.

Hubbub. About 1820 or

1821. Madame de Genlis, who was at that

time editing a little periodical publication

called Intrepid, asked to be allowed to

enter the convent of the petit picpus as lady

resident. The duc d'Orleans recommended

her uproar in the hive.

The vocal mothers were all in a flutter. Madame de

Genlis had made romances, but she declared that

she was the first to detest them. And then she had

reached her fierce stage of devotion. With the aid

of God and of the prince, she entered.

She departed at the end of six or eight months, alleging

as a reason that there was no shade in the garden.

The nuns were delighted. Although very

old, she still played the harp and did it very well.

When she went away, she left her mark in her cell.

Madame de Genlis was superstitious and a latinist.

These two words furnish a tolerably good profile

of her. A few years ago, there were still to be

seen pasted in the inside of a little

cupboard in her cell, in which she locked up her silverware and her

jewels. These five lines in

Latin, written in her own hand in red ink on yellow

paper, and which, in her opinion, possessed

the property of frightening way robbers.

Imparbius meridus pendent tria

corpora dismus et

gasmus media est divina potestis

ulta petite dismiss in felix in fema

jasmus not et res

nostrus conservat summa

potestus hus versus dicas

ne tu furto tua perdas.

These verses in 6th century Latin raise the

question whether the two thieves of Calvary were named

as is commonly believed. Dismiss

injustice or dismiss injustice.

This orthography might have confounded the pretensions put

forward in the last century by the viscount de

gestes of a descent from the wicked thief.

However, the useful virtue attached to these

verses forms an article of faith in the order of

the hospitallers. The church of the

house, constructed in such a manner as to separate

the great convent from the boarding school like a veritable

entrenchment, was of course common to the boarding

school, the great convent, and the little

convent. The public was even admitted by a

sort of lazaretto entrance on the street,

but all was so arranged that none of the inhabitants of

the cloister could see a face from the outside world.

Suppose a church whose choir is grasped in a

gigantic hand and folded in such a manner as

to form, not, as in ordinary

churches, a prolongation behind the

altar, but a sort of hall

or obscure cellar to the right of the officiating

priest. Suppose this hall to be shut

off by a curtain 7ft in height of which weve

already spoken. In the shadow of that

curtain pile up on wooden stalls, the nuns in the

choir on the left, the schoolgirls on the right,

the lay sisters and the novices at the bottom.

You will have some idea of the nuns of the petite

pickpiss assisting at divine service.

That cavern which was called the choir, communicated

with the cloister by a lobby. The church was

lighted from the garden. When the nuns were

present at services, where their rule enjoined silence,

the public was warned of their presence only by the folding seats

of the stalls, noisily rising and falling.

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>> Brie Carlisle: Take a look and let's

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Take it chapter by chapter.