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"Reveillez-vous gens qui dormez, Priez Dieu pour les trépassez." was no soothing lullaby. "Tis all one to lie in St. Innocents' churchyard as in the sands of Egypt, ready to be anything in the ecstasy of being ever, and as content with six feet as the moles of Adrianus." "Tabesne cadavera solvat An rogas haud refert." A curious early fifteenth-century rhyme is associated with this charnel-house.
We noticed the words Priez Dieu Pur carved over a window in the courtyard which, M. La Tour says, is thought to be an anagram upon the name of Pierre de Puy, who owned the house in 1495.
"Mère du Sauveur, priez pour nous!" "Salut des Infirmes, priez pour nous!" Then once more the singing; then the cry, more touching than all: "Seigneur, guérissez nos malades!" "Seigneur, guérissez nos malades!" Then the kindling shout that brought the blood to ten thousand faces: "Hosanna! Hosanna au Fils de David!" "Hosanna!" cried the priest, rising from his knees with arms flung wide.
Over the portal is an image of the Virgin and child, with an inscription which struck me as being quite poetical: "Etoile de la mer, priez pour nous!" On a level spot near the chapel, under a grove of noble trees, the populace dance on fine summer evenings; and here are held frequent fairs and fêtes, which assemble all the rustic beauty of the loveliest parts of Lower Normandy.
He said nothing. He was brought before the Mayor. Evidence was briefly given of his guilt. He made no protest. It was stated that he had been born in the village. The Mayor turned to the man and said "You are a traitor. It is clear. Have you anything to say?" The man stood white and straight. Then he bowed his head and made answer "Priez pour moi." That was no defence. So they led him away.
He says, in writing to his parents, shortly before his death, "All our sacrifice will be of sweet savour if it leads to a really glorious victory and brings more light to human souls." It was this Léo Lantil, dying in his twenty-fifth year, whose last words were "Priez pour la France, travaillez pour la France, haussez-la!"
But he could imagine a parting with some sweet daughter of France, and he added another verse to the thrilling of the heart of Casimir Delavigne: "Beloved Isaure, Her hand makes sign No more, no more, To rest in mine. O vierge Marie, Pour moi priez Dieu! Adieu, dear land, Isaure, adieu!"
He is represented, on the sepulchral stone which covers his remains, by the side of his pupil; the following inscription is engraved on this stone in gothic letters: Ci gist maistre Alexandre de Berneval, maistre des Œuvres de Machonnerie du Roy, notre Sire, du baillage de Rouen et de cette Eglise, qui trespassa l'an de grace mil CCCCXL le vo jour de janvier. Priez Dieu pour l'ame de lui.
Yet he left France with his self-respect restored, and he even waved her a fond adieu, as the creaking Antoine broke heavily into the waters of the Bay of Biscay, while he cried: "My little ship, It bears me far From lights of home To alien star. O vierge Marie, Pour moi priez Dieu! Adieu, dear land, Provence, adieu."
Bring them together, and wait until I pass by." Then Jesus of Nazareth passes by; and the sick leap from their beds, and the blind see, and the lepers are cleansed, and devils are cast out. Oh, yes! the parallel halts; but is it not near enough? Seigneur, guérissez nos malades! Salut des Infirmes, priez pour nous!
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