Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1903-02-13

with the people of the world, save on
this one occasion, when they travelled
from their mother house, near Balti-
more, to their new convent in Phila-
delphia.
No life known to modern times is to
the average healthy mind so absolute
ly unnatural as that of the Carmelite
nuns. All the abstemious details of
their existence are not known, except
to few who have studied the relig
ious orders of the Roman Catholic
church. If their lives be unhappy or
distasteful in any way their secret is
never known to the world. From the
hour when they take their final vows
their faces are never seen. Neither
father, mother nor sister may ever
look upon them again, and even their
yelled forms may not be seen.
When business or some other impor-
tant matter demands converse with
the world they speak from behind
curtained bars. The daily life of a
Carmelite nun is as barren of beauty
and luxury even of what are deemed
by the very poorest as absolute ne
cessities, as is the existence of a
doomed convict. Their bed is plain
hard board, their clothes winter and
summer, are of the coarsest wooden,
ever spotlessly clean, but harsh, and
in warm weather exceedingly uncom-
Portable. OF recreation and amuse-
ment they have absolutely none, not
even of the most childish and harmless
kind. Their day begins at the first
hour when the chapel chimes toll 10.
Then they arise from their hard beds
and in silence enter their sanctuary,
where an hour is spent in prayer.
Their hour of midnight alteration
ended, they return to their board
couches and rest until the stars begin
to pale, when a day of work and fast
and prayer is begun. There is another
hour before the altar, and then what
they very inappropriately call break
fast.
Always the first meal of the day
consists of dry bread and black coffee,
except that in case of illness an egg
is given. With this scant nourish.
ment they start the work and exacting
prayer of the day.
After the tolling of the midday An
gelus another repast, ironically
called dinner, is served. Dry bread
plain boiled potatoes and perhaps cod
fish balls or some other inexpensive
fish constitute the full menu of theil
midday meal. No butter, no sugar, ne
coffee or tea, never n beverage of any
kind nor relish or dessert, and the
taste of flesh of any description is alb
solutely strange to them.
Probably the strangest of all The
customs of the Carmelites is that O.
placing on the dining table before
them a skull as a reminder that deatl
must finally claim them all. 1t is sai(
that young novices frequently give VI
their scant meals for days before the,
can accustom themselves to the grew
somely nauseating object before them
That fieshless face is always there
But the young girls who enter th
Carmelite converts must become in
ured to this sight. The rosary, hunl
with crucifiX, is their only ornament
and crucifiX and perhaps a skull, ar
the only decorations in their narrow
gloomy cells.
Think of from six to 20 women sit
ting in room for two hours and no
speaking one word, and this when al
the rest of the day had been spent il
silence. And yet this is what the Car
melite nuns do every day of thei
lives. Silence-silence-si al
ways except when their lips murmu
prayer, and even the fall of their fee
upon the rough wood floors is almos
! noiseless.