FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136  
137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   >>   >|  
nd those favoured few must slip in and out almost between breaths. Any instant the torturing may begin again, when the Boches have bombs to spare for what they call "target practice"; for think, how near is Laon!--and we'd been warned that, even at the portals of the town, we might be turned back. We had still another new French officer to take us to Rheims. (I am getting their faces a little mixed, like a composite picture, but I keep sacredly all their dear visiting-cards!) He was a captain, with a scarred but handsome face, and he complimented Mother Beckett and me on our "courage." This made Father Beckett visibly regret that he had brought us, though he had been assured that it was a "safe time." However, his was not the kind of regret which tempts a man to turn back: it only makes his upper lip look long. I never saw Rheims in palmy days of peace. Now I wish I had seen it! But there was that lithograph of the cathedral by Gustave Simonau, the great Belgian artist, hanging above your desk, in the den, Padre. I used to study it when I should have been studying my lessons, fascinated by the splendid facade, the twin towers, the three "portals of the Trinity," the rose-window, the gallery of kings, the angels, the saints, the gargoyles and all the carved stone lace-work which the picture so wonderfully shows. On the opposite side of the room was Simonau's Cathedral of Chartres, in a dark frame to match, and I remember your saying that Chartres was considered by some critics even finer than Rheims. The Cathedral of Chartres seemed a romantic monument of history to me, because it was built as a shrine for the "tunic of the Virgin"; but the Gothic Notre-Dame of Rheims appealed to my--perhaps prophetic--soul. Maybe I had a latent presentiment of how I should see the real cathedral, as _la grande blessee_ of the greatest war of the world. Anyhow, I always took a deep interest in Rheims from the day I first gaped, an open-mouthed child, at that beautiful drawing, and I was glad I'd forgotten none of its details, as we motored toward the martyr town. Usually there's Brian, who can tell the dear Becketts all they don't know and want to know, but this time they'd only me to depend upon. And when I think what a cruel fraud I am at heart, there's some consolation in serving them, even in small ways. There's a wide plain that knows desolately what German bombardment means: there are gentle hills rising out of it, south
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136  
137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Rheims

 

Chartres

 

Simonau

 

regret

 

cathedral

 

portals

 

picture

 

Cathedral

 
Beckett
 

Virgin


latent
 

presentiment

 

appealed

 
prophetic
 

Gothic

 
opposite
 
wonderfully
 

carved

 

remember

 

monument


romantic

 

history

 
considered
 

critics

 
grande
 

shrine

 

depend

 

Becketts

 
consolation
 

gentle


desolately

 

German

 

bombardment

 

serving

 

mouthed

 

interest

 

greatest

 

Anyhow

 
gargoyles
 
motored

martyr

 

Usually

 

rising

 

details

 

drawing

 

beautiful

 

forgotten

 

blessee

 

artist

 

officer