Life of Mary Magdalene - by H
Life of Mary Magdalene - by H. Lacordaire Friendship is the most perfect of human emotions, because it is the most free, the most pure and the most profound. Preface - In Provence As the traveler descends the declivity of the Rhone, at a particular moment, on the left, the mountains open up, the horizon expands, the sky becomes more pure, the earth more lush, and the air softer: he is in Provence. With its back to the Alps, Provence leaves them slowly through valleys which lose, bit by bit, the harshness of the high summits, and it advances like a promontory of Greece and of Italy towards this Sea that washes every famous seaboard. The Mediterranean gives Provence, after the Rhone and the Alps, her third belt, and a river, Provence's own, the Durance, hurls into her gorges and plains the force of a tonent that never le ts up. It is not possible to look at this land without quickly recognizing a natural and historical affinity with the most renowned countries of the Ancient World. Greek colonies conveyed to her early on the breath of the East, and Rome, who gave Provence her name, left her ruins worthy of this power that refused to no-one a portion of her own greatness, because she had enough for the entire. universe. When the Ancient World had withered, for a long time Provence, rich in memories, and yet richer in herself, retained in the general breakup of things her personality. She possessed her own tongue, her poetry, her customs, her nationality, her glory, all those gifts which, in certain circumstances, make of a small country a great land.
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