CHAPTER IX.

“The works of the Lord are great, sought out of all them that have

pleasure therein.”—PSALM cxi. 2.

PALISSY had not exaggerated when he said that the influence of the

Reformed church in Saintes was changing the whole aspect of the town.

Though but of short duration, its period of prosperity was bright and

happy, and he was prominent among its firm and peaceable supporters. The

picture he has drawn of it is a lovely one. “You would have seen in

those days,” he says, “fellow-tradesmen, on a Sunday, rambling through

the fields, groves, and other places, singing in company psalms,

canticles, and spiritual songs—reading and instructing one another. You

would also have seen the daughters and maidens, seated by troops, in the

gardens and other places, who, in like way, delighted themselves in

singing of all holy things. The teachers had so well instructed the

young, and affairs had so much prospered, that people had changed their

old manners, even to their very countenances.”

Nor was this merely a question of psalm-singing and prayers, he assures

us. The Reformation was practical and earnest. Quarrels, dissensions,

and hatreds were reconciled; unseemly conduct and debauchery suppressed;

and this had been carried so far that “even the magistrates had assumed

the control of many evil things which depended on their authority.”

Innkeepers were forbidden to have gaming in their houses, and to

entertain the householders, whose duty it was to abide with their own

families, not eating and drinking their substance elsewhere. Even the

enemies of the church were constrained, to their very great regret, to

speak well of the ministers, and especially of M. de la Boissière, who

seems to have won general respect and esteem by his judicious and manly

piety, as well as his pastoral instructions. Thus were the opponents of

the gospel fairly silenced, and recourse was had to a system of

counteraction, in the shape of a reformation on the part of the Roman

Catholics. This went to such a point that Palissy says, “certain of the

priests began to take part in the assemblies, and to study and take

counsel about the church.” In fact, it was time they should be on the

alert, for the monks and ecclesiastics were blamed in common talk; that

is, by those who cared nothing for religion, but who were ready enough to

throw a stone at these idle shepherds. “Why do you not exhort your

people, and pray, as these ministers do?” they asked; “you are paid

salaries for preaching.” These taunts reaching the ears of Monsieur, the

theologian of the chapter, measures were taken accordingly, and the

shrewdest and most subtle monks engaged for the service of the cathedral

church. “Thus it happened that, in these days, there was prayer in the

town of Saintes every day, from one side or the other.” But the thing

which worried the priests more than any other, and which seemed to them

very strange, was, that several poor villagers refused to pay tithes,

unless they were supplied with ministers. It was certainly a strange

thing to see, as Palissy says, when certain farmers, who were no friends

to the religion, finding these things so, actually went to the ministers,

praying them to exhort the people of the districts they farmed, in order

that they might get paid their tithes; the labourers having refused to

supply them with corn and fruits on any other conditions. In short, the

efforts of the little church had so well prospered, that they had

constrained the wicked to become good—at all events, to seem so.

How delightful to think of Bernard now! at his ease, rejoicing in the

peace and happiness around him, and in the religious aspect of his town;

frequently journeying abroad, to Écouen and elsewhere, to and fro, as his

business required, and coming home again, to wander, thoughtfully and

tranquilly, among the rocks and fields in which he took such delight. He

was now so well supplied with patronage that he might have been growing

rich, had he not, with his own ardent zeal and restless energy, been ever

expending time, and toil, and money, on new efforts to improve his art.

Now, too, he had leisure to pursue those inquiries which, in his

character of a naturalist, so deeply interested him. With surprising and

marvellous sagacity he penetrated some of the problems which have puzzled

the most skilful investigators, and there was always mingled with his

love of nature a spirit of glowing and unaffected piety. The bright

gladness of his pious soul was as a beaming light that shone upon his

path and made it ever radiant.

[Picture: “This dish is charming!” said the lady]

How skilfully he turned to use all the modes of acquiring knowledge, and

what good account he made of his own sharp wits, we see in a little

incident he has recorded. It chanced one day, he received a visit from

the Dame de la Pons, for whom he was executing a commission, in which the

lady felt, naturally, a woman’s interest. She had ordered a complete set

of dishes, to be adorned with his favourite “rustic figulines;” the work

was progressing favourably; there remained only a few pieces to be

completed; and she had come to see and to criticise. “This dish is

charming,” said the lady; “the bottom covered with sea weeds and corals,

while the fish, with open fins, seem darting across the water. Really,

one can fancy the slight tremor of the tail, so like the helm of the

living ship. The cray-fish, too, the spider of the waters, stretches his

long claws as if to grip the rock, and shrink into its crevices.” “And

see this one, mamma,” said her daughter, who had accompanied her, “this

is for the fresh water fish. Look at the edges, fringed with the dank

mosses, and the sides covered with the broad leaves of the plants. It is

the subaqueous world of waters, with all the leaves, stems, and flags of

the marsh, and its aquatic animals, transferred to clay, as true in form,

and as brilliant in colours, as if a housemaid had dipped one of her

plates in the stream, and drawn it out, filled to the brim, with the

plants, shells, and animals of the brook.” “It is admirable,” said her

mother. Palissy’s eyes sparkled, for praise is sweet; and what son of

Adam is there to whom it does not come doubly welcome from the lips of a

woman?

“What a curious shell is this!” exclaimed Madame, taking up one, from

which Palissy was modelling. “That comes from the shores of Oléron,”

said the artist; “there are numbers more on yonder table,” and he pointed

to one, covered with a multitude of similar ones. “I engaged a score of

women and children to search for them on the rocks. And now, lady, I

must tell you something curious about those shells. Only a day or two

after they were brought to me, I chanced to call on M. Babaret, the

advocate, who, you know, is a man famous for his love of letters and the

arts. We fell into some discussion upon a point in natural history, and

he showed me two shells exactly similar to these—urchin shells; {93} but

which were quite massive; and he maintained that the said shells had been

carved by the hand of the workman, and was quite astonished when I

maintained, against him, that they were natural. Since that time, I have

collected a number of these shells converted into stones.” “You surprise

me,” said his attentive hearer; “I was indeed greatly puzzled myself,

some years since, when I chanced to find certain stones embedded in rock,

made in the fashion of a ram’s horn, though not so long nor so crooked,

but commonly arched, and about half a foot long. I could not imagine,

nor have I ever known how they could have been formed.” “Your

description, madame, much interests me; for, it so happens that I have

also seen, nay, possess, a stone of the kind you describe, which was

brought to me one day by Pierre Guoy, citizen and sheriff of the town of

Saintes. He found, in his farm, one of these very stones, which was

half-open, and had certain indentations, that fitted admirably, one into

the other. Well knowing how curious I am about such things, he made me a

present of it, which I was greatly rejoiced at; for I had seen, as I

walked along the rocks in this neighbourhood, some similar stones, which

had awakened my curiosity; and from that time I understand that these

stones had formerly been the shells of a fish, which fish we see no more

at the present day.” He then showed his visitors the picture of a rock,

in the Ardennes, near the village of Sedan, in which were paintings of

all the species of shells that it contained.

“The inhabitants of that place,” said he, “daily hew the stone from that

mountain to build; and in doing so, the said shells are found at the

lowest, as well as at the highest part; that is, inclosed in the densest

stones. I am certain that I saw one kind which was sixteen inches in

diameter. From this I infer that the rock, which is full of many kinds

of shells, has formerly been a marine bed, producing fishes.” “You speak

as if stones grew, or were made, in process of time,” said the lady;

“while we know that from the beginning, God made heaven and earth. He

made also the stones; and from that time there have been none made, for

all things have been finished from the commencement of the world.” {95}

“It is indeed, madame, written in the book of Genesis that God created

all things in six days, and that he rested on the seventh. But yet, for

all that, God did not make these things to leave them idle. Therefore,

each performs its duty according to the commandment it received from him.

The stars and planets are not idle. The sea wanders from one place to

another, and labours to bring forth profitable things. The earth

likewise is never idle; that which decays naturally within her, she forms

over again; if not in one shape she will reproduce it in another. It is

certain that if, since the creation of the world, no stones had grown

within the earth, it would be difficult to find any number of them, for

they are constantly being dissolved and pulverized by the effects of

frosts, and an infinite number of other accidents, which daily spoil,

consume, and reduce stone to earth.” “You tell us startling things; very

hard to be understood, Master Bernard,” said the Dame de la Pons, “yet

full of deep interest to one who loves to note the wonderful works of

creation, and would fain learn to see them with discernment as well as

admiration.” Palissy paused from his work, (he had continued to sketch

while he conversed,) and opening a cabinet with drawers which stood near

him, he showed the ladies several specimens of fossils and minerals,

which in his enthusiastic researches he had collected; for, with the

acuteness of a philosophic observer, he had perceived the importance of a

detailed study of fossil forms to the discovery of geological truths; and

it may be truly said that the first who pursued this study (on which

undoubtedly modern geology and all its grandest results are founded) was

Palissy, the self-educated potter, who had taught himself in the school

of nature. “I have been anxious,” said he, “to represent by pictures,

the shells and fishes which I have found lapidified, to distinguish

between them and the sorts now in common use; but because my time would

not permit me to put my design in execution, I have, for some years,

sought, according to my power, for petrifactions, until at length I have

found more fishes and shells in that form petrified upon the earth than

there are modern kinds inhabiting the ocean.” He then showed them a

small specimen which he begged them carefully to observe. “What can it

be?” they inquired; “it resembles wood more nearly than anything else.”

“You will think it very strange when I assure you that it is indeed wood,

converted into stone. It came into my possession through the kindness of

the Seigneur de la Mothe, the secretary to the king of Navarre, a man

very curious and a lover of _virtú_. He was once at court in company

with the late king of Navarre, when there was brought to that prince a

piece of wood changed into stone. It was thought so great a curiosity

that the king commanded one of his attendants to lock it up, among his

other treasures.

“Taking occasion to speak with the gentleman who had received this

charge, Monsieur de la Mothe begged that he would give him a little

morsel of it, which he did; and some time after, passing through Saintes,

be brought the treasure to me, and seeing how much pleasure and interest

I took in examining it, he gave it me. I have since made inquiry, and

find that it was brought from the forest of Fayan, which is a swampy

place. It appears to me, indeed I am persuaded, that in the same manner

as the shells are converted into stone, so is the wood also transmuted,

and being petrified it preserves the form and appearance of wood,

precisely like the shells. By these things you see how nature no sooner

suffers destruction by one principle, than she at once resumes working

with another; and this is what I have already said—to wit, that the earth

and the other elements are never idle.” “Where can you have learned all

this?” asked the young lady, with girlish wonder; “I would fain know to

what school you have been, where you have learned all that you are

telling us.” “In truth, Mademoiselle,” said Palissy smiling, “I have had

no other teacher than the heavens and the earth which are given to all,

to be known and read. Having read therein, I have reflected on

terrestrial matters, because I have had no opportunity in studying

astrology to contemplate the stars.”

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