[Truevision-devel] rgin of Lour

[Wittmer <sa...@pa...>]

 higher and higher; the echo resounded down the ages, repeating the hymn
of triumph which had so often been sung under that roof; and for once
the music was in harmony with the building, and spoke the language which
the cathedral had learnt in its infancy. Durtal was exultant. It seemed
to him that Our Lady smiled down from those glowing windows, that She
was touched by these accents, created by the saints she had loved, to
embody for ever, in a definite melody, and in unique words, the
scattered praise of the faithful, the unformulated rejoicing of the
multitude. Suddenly his exalted mood was sobered. The _Te Deum_ was
ended; a roll of drums and a clarion flourish rang out from the
transept. And while the brass band of Chartres cannonaded the old walls
with the balista of mere noise, he fled to breathe away from the crowd,
which, however, did not nearly fill the church; and then, after the
ceremony, he went to see the parade of representatives of the various
institutions in the town, who came to pay their respects to the new
Bishop in his palace. There he could laugh and not be ashamed. The
forecourt was packed full of priests. All the superiors of the different
Archdeaconries--Chartres, Chateaudun, Nogent le Rotrou, and Dreux--had
left there, within the great gate, their following of parish priests and
cures, who were pacing round and round t