pg 159 How it could happen that for years men whose intentions were certainly pure, not only did not understand each other, but were evidently inflicting on each other much pain, is one of those mysteries whose explanation will doubtless be found in the development of the plans of the diving economy. However, to be just in these memoirs, it must be stated--what appears evident in the eyes of all the members that have had a knowledge of this unfortunate misunderstanding, that nothing was more pernicious to the work. St. Teresa somewhere calls these miseries "the war of the saints." The author of these remarks, who has followed them up closely, would be inclined to call them "the triumph of Beelzebub on his marauding excursions." Much precious time is thus wasted in a correspondence unworthy of religious, and the remaining time is spent without energy, without courage, and without devotedness. A sad existence, which renders the yoke of the religious life almost insupportable, and which would make one regret that he was not a solitary, rather than to be compelled to feel so painfully the bonds of society even in a community.