atitude were forgotten.

"M. Vincent has betrayed us to the Queen!" was the cry in the streets
of Paris, while the mob, falling on St. Lazare, pillaged it from top
to bottom, carrying off everything on which they could lay hands.
Vincent had gained nothing and lost all; it was not even safe for him
to return to Paris, so great was the fury of the people; he had also
won for himself the ill will of both Mazarin and the Queen.

Yet with his usual humility and patience, he blamed no one but
himself. He had done, he declared solemnly to du Courneau, that which
he would have wished to have done were he lying on his deathbed; that
he had failed was due solely and entirely to his own unworthiness.

And now, since it was better for every reason that he should not
return to Paris, he determined to undertake a visitation of the
Congregation of the Mission Priests and Sisters of Charity in every
center where they were working in France. In spite of his weariness
and his seventy-three years, he set forth on his journey, riding the
old horse that was kept to carry him now that he could no longer
travel on foot.

The suffering and misery that he witnessed, the horrors of famine and
of war, only seemed to redouble his zeal to win the souls of men for
their Maker. He knew the purifying force of suffering borne for God;
he knew also the danger of despair. These poor creatures must be
taught at any cost to lift their hearts to God, to bear their anguish
patiently, to remember amid what agonies the Son of God had given His
life for them. Wherever he went, his burning words and heroic example
infused new life and courage into the hearts of his sons and daughters
in Christ, who, in the life of abnegation they had undertaken, had
often good reason for despondency.

Traveling in these lawless times was both difficult and dangerous, for
the country roads were infested with robbers, but Vincent had no fear.
He was seldom free from illness, which was sometimes increased by the
privations he had to undergo, but he traveled on without resting.

Yet, amid all the new suffering which he had to witness and relieve,
he was always mindful of his dear poor in Paris, which was still
besieged by the troops of Conde. He had obtained a promise from the
Queen during their last interview to let grain be taken into the town
to feed the starving inhabitants, but she had not had sufficient
energy to see that it was carried out.

The people were beginning