LES SAINTES MARIES.
By E. M. Synge.
We visited the tomb of Sara and saw the sacred reliquary containing the bones of the saints, which were saved from peril at the time of the great Revolution by the faithful curé of that day, who took out the precious relics from the chests, leaving in their place some ordinary bones and hiding the real ones, which were afterwards replaced with great pomp when the danger was over.
The roof is formed of stone slabs, the same as that of Maguelonne, and the view from it is as extensive but far more solitary.
"La mer indéfinie, l'éternelle limite blanche à l'horizon, et la lande, toujours, aux salicornes basses et aux tamaris clairsemés. C'est une heure exquise de mélancholie, de pieux idéal ... l'immense arène jaune bordeé par la mer bleu et l'horizon de sable; les lagunes nageés dans une brume lumineuse d'ou rien ne surgit que vers le nord-est, le pic Saint Loup, comme une fantôme."
We left this lonely church with the twilight falling upon it, and the evening silence. In the village square little whirls of loose sand were coming up from the beach with the gusts of wind, harbingers of a coming mistral, and one could hear always in the strange quiet, the beat and retreat of the waves.
CHAPTER XXVII
"ARTISTS IN HAPPINESS"
"Baseness rusts, wears out and seals up young-heartedness."
Raimbaut d'Aurenga.