A loud word, a heavy footstep, makes me shudder, as if an infidel were desecrating the place.

I stand speechless, in a magical atmosphere that wraps my whole being, scarcely daring to lift my eyes.

A perfect stillness comes over my soul; it seems to be soaring on the bosom of clouds." "Tuesday, April 18 .-- I confess that either the Church is not sufficient for my wants or I have not seen it in its glory.

I hope it may be the latter.

I do not want to say it, but I must own that it fills me no more.