Montreux, painted by JHardwicke Lewis & May Hardwicke Lewis; described by Francis Gribble . dday we dined. Baratier used to cook usthe same dinner every day for a week. One weekit was a dish of peas, and nothing else before orafter it except a piece of bread; the second weekit was hulled oats; the third it was buck-wheatgruel; and so on week after week. After dinnerone of us would read something from the writingsof Mademoiselle Bourignon, and then each of uswent back to his work until four, which was oursupper-time. The supper consisted of a dish ofvegetables—a salad of turnips, or carrots, or
Montreux, painted by JHardwicke Lewis & May Hardwicke Lewis; described by Francis Gribble . dday we dined. Baratier used to cook usthe same dinner every day for a week. One weekit was a dish of peas, and nothing else before orafter it except a piece of bread; the second weekit was hulled oats; the third it was buck-wheatgruel; and so on week after week. After dinnerone of us would read something from the writingsof Mademoiselle Bourignon, and then each of uswent back to his work until four, which was oursupper-time. The supper consisted of a dish ofvegetables—a salad of turnips, or carrots, or what-ever else was in season. After supper we stayedtogether working in our room until nine, when wewent to bed. That is how we passed our days,observing silence in everything that we did, re-membering that we were in the presence of God,and only speaking when it was absolutely neces-sary. We drank nothing but cold water, and ouronly treat was when it pleased M. Baratier to makeour gruel with milk. I was like a child that knows nothing save how I UK DENTS Dl MIDI FROM GRYON,ABOVE BEX. THE PIETISTS 69 to do the work assigned to it in the presence of itsfather and in accordance with its fathers will. Allmy task was to dig in the presence of God, and toknit. We had no regular hour for devotion; butwe tried, according to the teaching of MademoiselleBourignon, to convert all our actions into prayers. Drying up, as the days went by, I became sothin that my skin clung to my bones, and began todry up, to blacken, and to crack. This asceticism, however, did not, in the case ofthe Pietists, imply celibacy. On the contrary, weread: As I was sitting, one day, under a tree with myknitting, it was revealed to me that, if I really andtruly wished to give myself without reserve to God,I must marry Mademoiselle de Calemberg. It wasalso revealed to me in what manner we must livetogether—that is to say, that we must practisecontinence. On the following day I went to seeMademoiselle de Calemb
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