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Copy of Copy of Our Lady's Juggler

Just a report

John Derecto

on 26 November 2013

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Our Lady's Juggler
Anatole France (1844-1924)
Storytelling one of the earliest and most popular
activity of humankind.
An early form of narration was the epic and was cultivated or refined in Europe in ancient times.
The epic is a lengthy poem and took days or perhaps even weeks to read or recite it.
The oldest surviving tale in storytelling is the epic "Gilgamesh" relating to the deeds of Sumerian king.
Why people do people are interested in stories?
First, stories who are concerning other people's lives makes us curious about other people
A skillful storyteller is able to capture and retain our attention so completely.
Second, it is because of the suspense they create in every stories.
Basically it helps us to get out from our monotonous lives. A good story makes us feel more truly alive
Anatole was born in Paris on April 4, 1844 and lived there all his life.
His real name is Jacques Anatole Thibault
He worked for his father in his bookshop. He also started writing poetry and articles critical of church and state that were published in various newspapers.
He also wrote these Le Crime de Sylvestre Bonnard (1881), (1922) The Bloom of Life, (1885) My Friend's Book, Le Lys rouge (1894) and so much more.
In the days of King Louis there lived a poor juggler by the name of Barnabas, a native of Compiègne, who wandered from city to city performing tricks of skill and prowess.

Barnabas earns his bread by his every sweat. He had a hard time making a living.

In juggling he needed warmth of the sun and heat of the day
so when the great winter comes he can't go juggling and suffer from hunger and cold. Since he had a simple heart he suffered in silence.

He had never thought much about the origin of wealth nor about the inequality of human conditions. He firmly believed that if this world was evil the next would be good, and this faith upheld him. He was not like the clever fellows who sell their souls to the devil; he never took the name of God in vain; he lived the life of an honest man, and though he had no wife of his own, he did not covet his neighbor's, for woman is the enemy of strong men, as we learn by the story of Samson which is written in the Scriptures.

One evening, after a day of rain, as he walked sad and bent with his juggling balls under his arm and his knives wrapped up in his old carpet seeking some barn where he might go supperless to bed, he saw a monk going in his direction, and respectfully saluted him. As they were both walking at the same pace, they fell into conversation.

Barnabas said he would willingly give up the art by which he known from Soissons to Beauvais, in more than six hundred cities and villages, in order to enter the monastic life
The Prior, for his part, wrote books, setting forth, according to the rules of scholasticism, all the virtues of the Mother of God.

Brother Maurice copied these treatises with a cunning hand on pages of parchment,

Brother Alèsandre represented the Queen of Heaven seated on the throne of Solomon, with four lions on guard at the foot of it. Around her head, which was encircled by a halo, flew seven doves, the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit: fear, piety, knowledge, power, judgment, intelligence, and wisdom. With her were six golden-haired virgins: Humility, Prudence, Retirement, Respect, Virginity, and Obedience.

Marbode represented Her seated in a pulpit, Her forehead encircled by a halo, with an orb of pearls. He was at great pains to make the folds of Her robe cover the feet of Her of whom the prophet has said, "My beloved is like a closed garden."

In listening to this story, Barnabas was conscious once more of the Virgin's beneficence, but he was not comforted by the example of the happy miracle, for his heart was full of zeal and he wanted to celebrate the glory of His Lady in Heaven.

Brother Aléxandre depicted Eve in the presence of Mary. His book were the Well of Living Waters, the Fountain, the Lily, the Moon, the Sun, and the Closed Garden, of which much is said in the Canticle; the Gate of Heaven and the City of God. These were all images of the Virgin.

Brother Marbode was ever busy cutting images of stone, so that his beard, his eyebrows and his hair were white with the dust, and his eyes perpetually swollen and full of tears. But he was a hardy and a happy man in his old age.
The monk was touched by the simplicity of the juggler, and as he was not lacking in discernment, he recognized in Barnabas one of those well-disposed men of whom Our Lord has said, "Let peace be with them on earth."

On fair days he would lay down in the public square a worn and aged carpet, and after having attracted a group of children and idlers by certain amusing remarks which he had learned from an old juggler, he made strangest postures, and balance a pewter plate on the tip of his nose.
At first the crowd regarded him with indifference, but when he threw and caught six copper balls with his feet that glittered in the sunlight, or when he juggled twelve knives while he bent his body, he heard a murmur of admiration from his audience, and small coins rained on his carpet.

One evening when the monks were talking together, Barnabas heard one of them tell of a monk who could not recite anything but the Ave Maria. He was scorned for his ignorance, but after he died there sprang from his mouth five roses, in honor of the five letters in the name Maria. Thus was his holiness made manifest.
Barnabas sighed as he walked by himself one day in the little garden shaded by the Monastery wall, he was so unhappy because he cannot, like his brothers, give worthy praise to the Holy Mother of God to whom I have consecrated all the love in my heart.He thought that he is stupid fellow, without art, and for Virgin Mary , have no edifying sermons, no fine treatises nicely prepared according to the rules, no beautiful paintings, no cunningly carved statues, and no verses counted off by feet and marching in measure, he have n thing.
He sought for a way in which to do this, until one morning he sprang joyously from his cot and ran to the chapel, where he remained alone for more than an hour. He returned again after dinner, and from that day onward he would go into the chapel every day passing the greater part of the time which the other monks dedicated to the pursuit of the liberal arts and the sciences. He was no longer sad and he sighed no more.The monks were curious they asked themselves why Barnabas retired alone so often.
The Prior, whose business it was to know everything that his monks were doing, determined to observe Barnabas. One day when Barnabas was alone in the chapel, the Prior entered with two of the oldest brothers, in order to watch, through the bars of the door, what was going on within.

They saw Barnabas before the image of the Holy Virgin, his head on the floor and his feet in the air, juggling with six copper balls and twelve knives. In honor of the Holy Virgin he was performing the

tricks which had in former days brought him the greatest fame. Not understanding that he was thus putting his best talents at the service of the Holy Virgin, the aged brothers cried out against such sacrilege. The Prior believed that the man had lost his wits. All three set about to remove Barnabas from the chapel, when they saw the Virgin slowly descend from the altar and, with a fold of her blue mantle, wipe the sweat that streamed over the juggler's forehead.

Then the Prior, bowing his head down to the marble floor, repeated these words:

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."

"Amen," said by the brothers, bowing down to the floor.
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