Her gratitude for the love of our forefathers is still felt here--even now She is fain not to seem too much disgusted, not to look too closely.
"Well, well! we build sanctuaries in another way nowadays.

When I think of the Sacred Heart in Paris, that gloomy, ponderous erection raised by men who have written their names in red on every stone! How can God consent to dwell in a church of which the walls are blocks of vanity joined by a cement of pride; walls where you may read the names of well-known tradesmen exhibited in a good place, as if they were an advertisement?
It would have been so easy to build a less magnificent and less hideous church, and not to lodge the Redeemer in a monument of sin! Think of the throng of good souls who so long ago dragged their load of stones, praying as they went! It would never have occurred to them to turn their love to account and make it serve their craving for display, their hunger for lucre." An arm was laid on his, and Durtal recognized the Abbe Gevresin, who had come up while he stood dreaming in front of the cathedral.
"I am going on at once, they are waiting for me," said the priest.

"I only took advantage of our meeting to tell you that I had a letter this morning from the Abbe Plomb." "Indeed! And where is he ?" "At Solesmes; but he comes home the day after to-morrow.

Our friend seems greatly taken with the Benedictine life." And the Abbe smiled, while Durtal, a little startled, watched him turn the corner by the new belfry..