When the time of his departure approached, he resolved to chant a Te Deum pontifically.

He mentioned it to the cure.

But what was to be done?
There were no episcopal ornaments.

They could only place at his disposal a wretched village sacristy, with a few ancient chasubles of threadbare damask adorned with imitation lace.
"Bah!" said the Bishop.

"Let us announce our Te Deum from the pulpit, nevertheless, Monsieur le Cure.