e lived a Carmelite nun for thirty-two
years. But time did not hang heavy on her hands, for, in addition to
religious exercises and domestic tasks, she occupied herself with
painting miniatures and composing verses. "I am so happy here," she
wrote from her cell, "that I much regret having delayed too long
entering this holy place. The real calm and peace I have now
discovered have made me imagine all my previous life an evil dream."
The example that Lola Montez was setting was to be followed, fifty
years later, by another member of her calling. This was Eve
Lavalliere, who, after a distinctly hectic career, cut herself adrift
from the footlights of Paris and entered the mission-field of North
Africa. "Here at your feet," she says in one of her letters, "lies the
vilest, lowest, and most contemptible object on earth, a worm from the
dung-heap, the most infamous, the most soiled of all creatures. Lord,
I am but a poor sheep in your flock!"
There is also something of a parallel between the career of Lola
Montez and that of Theodora, who, once in the circus ring, and, at the
start, a lady of decidedly easy virtue, afterwards became the consort
of the Emperor Justinian and shared his throne. Like Lola, too,
Theodora endeavoured to make amends for her early slips by voluntarily
abandoning the pomp and power she had once enjoyed and giving herself
up to the redemption of "fallen women."
III
Perhaps the "Spirits" resented being abandoned by her in summary
fashion; perhaps she had overtaxed her energies addressing outdoor
meetings in all weathers. At any rate, and whatever the cause, while
she was travelling in the country during the winter of 1860, Lola
Montez was suddenly stricken down by a mysterious illness. As it
baffled the hospital doctors, she had to be taken back to New York.
There, instead of getting better, she gradually got worse, developing
consumption, followed by partial paralysis.
"What a study for the thoughtless; what a sermon on the inevitable
result of human vanity!" was the ghoulish comment of a scribbler.
Rufus Blake, an entrepreneur, under whose banner she had once starred,
has some reminiscences of her at this period. "She lived," he says,
"in strict retirement, reading religious books, and steadily, calmly,
hopefully preparing for death, fully convinced that consumption had
snapped the pillars of her life and that she was soon to make her
final exit."
After an interval, word of Lola's c
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