Vanished halls and cathedrals of France . paired. The ancient building called the Eveche near thecathedral was the residence of Bossuet, the famouspreacher, in 1681. He was nicknamed the Aigle deMeaux, and renowned for his eloquence, even at a timewhen France was rich in such genius. Bossuet stood headand shoulders even above such contemporaries as Mas-silon and Bourdaloue, Arnauld, Fleury, and was really he who established the privileges and libertyof the Gallican church. Here in the little green garden behind the gray wallsof the Eveche, he sat, mused, and wrote his essaysupon the
Vanished halls and cathedrals of France . paired. The ancient building called the Eveche near thecathedral was the residence of Bossuet, the famouspreacher, in 1681. He was nicknamed the Aigle deMeaux, and renowned for his eloquence, even at a timewhen France was rich in such genius. Bossuet stood headand shoulders even above such contemporaries as Mas-silon and Bourdaloue, Arnauld, Fleury, and was really he who established the privileges and libertyof the Gallican church. Here in the little green garden behind the gray wallsof the Eveche, he sat, mused, and wrote his essaysupon the encroachments of Papacy, which destroyed theremnants of Pope Innocents power in France. In his later years he remained in seclusion here atMeaux, leading the life of a simple parish priest, and herehe died full of honors and beloved by all, and wasburied in the church in 1704. A handsome statue byRuxtiel was erected in his honor on the south side of thechoir. 180 ^k \ /v^-^^ , U ^ .) ^? ^ ^^^^ i f /#/. r T •j !; V I J t K 8. ) KMm ^. ^ ^.^ #^ X MEAUX Here, too, was a fine kneeling statue of Philip of Cas-tile, dated 1627. But the great point of attraction for the stranger atMeaux was the bridge and the old timbered mills whichoverhung it, and the curious greeny water of the riverMarne. I could not ascertain what gave the water its greencolor; it did not seem natural, yet there were apparentlyno dye works near at hand — none of the inhabitantswhom I questioned seemed able to answer my question;they had never noticed it, they said. The morning upon which I made my sketches of theancient mills and the old bridges, there were two of themover the river, the sky suddenly darkened, and a heavyshower of rain fell. I took refuge in the open doorwayof one of the old mills, and sat on the lower step of aruinous dusty steep stairway leading upwards intomysterious deep shadows. Somewhere in the interiorsounded the rhythmic beating of heavy machinery, butsave for this, the drumming fing
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