part and parcel of the right acquired by the purchaser of a book.  It seemed to me that in placing the lines referring to her in a book for the trade I should be acting with as much impropriety as if I sent a portrait of her for sale to an auction room.  The pamphlet in question will not, therefore, be reprinted until after my death, appended to it, very possibly being several of her letters selected by me beforehand.  The natural sequence of this book, which is neither more nor less than the sequence in the various periods of my life, brings about a sort of contrast between the anecdotes of Brittany and those of the Seminary, the latter being the details of a darksome struggle, full of reasonings and hard scholasticism, while the recollections of my earlier years are instinct with the impressions of childlike sensitiveness, of candour, of innocence, and of affection.  There is nothing surprising about this contrast.  Nearly all of us are double.  The more a man develops intellectually, the stronger is his attraction to the opposite pole:  that is to say, to the irrational, to the repose of mind in absolute ignorance, to the woman who is merely a woman, the instinctive being who acts solely from the impulse of an obscure conscience.  The fierce school of controversy, in which the mind of Europe has been involved since the time of Abelard, induces periods of mental drought and aridity.  The brain, parched by reasoning, thirsts for simplicity, like the desert for spring water.  When reflection has brought us up to the last limit of doubt, the spontaneous affirmation of the good and of the beautiful which is to be found in the female conscience delights us and settles the question for us.  This is why religion is preserved to the world by woman alone.  A beautiful and a virtuous woman is the mirage which peoples with lakes and green avenues our great moral desert.  The superiority of modern science consists in the fact that each step forward it takes is a step further in the order of abstractions.  We make chemistry from chemistry, algebra from algebra; the very indefatigability with which we fathom nature removes us further from her.  This is as it should be, and let no one fear to prosecute his researches, for out of this merciless dissection comes life.  But we need not be surprised at the feverish heat which, after these orgies of dialectics, can only be calmed by the kisses of the artless creature in whom nature lives and smiles.  Woman restores us to communication with the eternal spring in which God reflects Himself.  The candour of a child, unconscious of its own beauty and seeing God clear as the daylight, is the great revelation of the ideal, just as the unconscious coquetry of the flower is a proof that Nature adorns herself for a husband.