“At the outset,” says Camille Lemonnier, himself a well-known writer, “these pages are conspicuously chaste; Temptation takes the form of Mystical Sensuality, at first beaten back and then surging forwards victorious; then, as the fire of passion grows more intense, the lamp of the tabernacle dies gradually out; and Humanity, with the unchaining of instinct, breaks forth, cries and howls like a mad gorilla from his cage.”  Here again we witness the triumph of Eve; entangled in her long, flaxen tresses she sweeps away the sinner’s conscience, and while the Church closes the door against them both, Nature opens out wide her own with a kindly,

“Come in, my Children.” 
CHARLES CARRINGTON. 
PARIS, 1st JUNE, 1898.

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