Saint-Sulpice

That was the first day.

And then moved from there to the Verbo, which was more in the Saint-Sulpice area.

I don't actually know what it's called.

I don't even remember if it was the 6th or 7th Ardent Dismal actually at this point, but it doesn't matter.

We were very close to the Saint-Sulpice church, which was beautiful, which Todd had recommended the last time we went.

And it was the sanctuary that we found after Daphne and I spent a day at the Marché aux Puces, which was really horrible.

Yeah.

Marie-Claire Alain played her father's toccata on Cantemus Domino.

That performance comes from the 1994 Erato release Great Toccatas and was recorded on the landmark Cavaillé-Coll organ at Saint-Sulpice in Paris.

Albert Alain had studied with Alexandre Guilmant, Louis Vierne, and Gabriel Fauré.

Born into a distinguished musical family in 1926, Marie-Claire seemed destined for a life in music.

Composed in 1937, the work is prefaced with the text, "When the Christian soul no longer finds new words in its distress to implore God's mercy, it repeats incessantly the same invocation with a vehement faith.

Reason has reached its limits.

Alone, faith pursues its ascension." From the 1994 Erato release Great Toccatas, here's Marie-Claire Alain playing Litanies on the organ of Saint-Sulpice in Paris.

[organ music]

There, at the Hotel Dieu, delightfully located with the sisters of an order whose history is closely bound up with that of Montreal, I copied at my leisure the manuscripts most valuable to me.

In Montreal also, my good fortune gave me interviews with M. Cuoc, the distinguished philologist of Saint-Sulpice, whose Indian dictionaries and grammars I had already seen in my uncle's library.

Much I owe besides to Sir Saint-Henriette, librarian and keeper of the archives at the Villa Maria.

It was on the boat which shoots the Lachine Rapids that I met Mr. Hale of Philadelphia, the learned author of The Iroquois Book of Rites, and enjoyed a long conversation with him on matters of deep interest to us both and to my work.

There, at the Hotel Dieu, delightfully located with the sisters of an order whose history is closely bound up with that of Montreal, I copied at my leisure the manuscripts most valuable to me.

In Montreal also, my good fortune gave me interviews with Monsieur Cuoq, the distinguished philologist of Saint-Sulpice, whose Indian dictionaries and grammars I had already seen in my uncle's library.

Much I owe besides to Sir Saint-Henriette, librarian and keeper of the archives at the Villa Maria.

It was on the boat which shoots the Lachine Rapids that I met Mr. Hale of Philadelphia, the learned author of The Iroquois Book of Rites, and enjoyed a long conversation with him on matters of deep interest to us both and to my work.

Present.

And myself, Jean-Auguste Monseigneur, Church of Saint-Sulpice, Lyon.

We are gathered here tonight after witnessing today the slaughter of innocents.

155 women, some with their babies, and old men were cut down on our church steps during Mass.

Ordained in 1851, Father Hermann began touring French and European cities as a preacher the following year.

On the 24th of April, 1854, he preached for the first time in Paris, in the pulpit of Saint-Sulpice, before a crowd drawn by curiosity about the converted virtuoso.

He opened with an act of public repentance for the very scandals of his old life that half the congregation likely remembered.

My brothers, my first act when appearing in this Christian pulpit must be the making of amends for the scandals that I previously made the mistake of committing in this city.

There at the Hotel-Dieu, delightfully located with the sisters of an order whose history is closely bound up with that of Montreal, I copied at my leisure the manuscripts most valuable to me.

In Montreal also, my good fortune gave me interviews with Monsieur Couac, the distinguished philologist of Saint-Sulpice, whose Indian dictionaries and grammars I had already seen in my uncle's library.

Much I owe besides to Soeur Ste-Henriette, librarian and keeper of the archives at the Villa Maria.

It was on the boat which shoots the Lachine Rapids that I met Mr. Hale of Philadelphia, the learned author of The Iroquois Book of Rites, and enjoyed a long conversation with him on matters of deep interest to us both and to my work.