Delicacy and grace, the inseparable accompaniments of simplicity, lent charm to an elocution that was worthy of a prelate.

His manners, his character, and his habits gave to his intercourse with others the most exquisite savor of all that is most spiritual, most sincere in the human mind.

A lover of gayety, he was never priest in a salon.

Until Doctor Minoret's arrival, the good man kept his light under a bushel without regret.

Owning a rather fine library and an income of two thousand francs when he came to Nemours, he now possessed, in 1829, nothing at all, except his stipend as parish priest, nearly the whole of which he gave away during the year.