Napoléon Reading a Letter by Candle and Moonlight

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THE TEMPTATION OF THE NEW St. ANTHONY: In that particular time, a great and fat sinner named Véron felt himself touched by grace: having reflected that the Press was a priesthood, he became a hermit and retired to a wild place in the midst of the steepest mountains of Montmartre. There, he spent his days and nights in prayer, and as a means of mortification, imposed upon himself as a penitence the continual re-reading of the list of subscribers to the Constitutionnel. -For his only food, Véron took at long intervals a light fragment of Regnauld pâté. -The Devil, irritated by this edifying yet unexpected conversion employed different strategies to make St. Véron succumb to his temptations, but our noble coenobite knew how to resist those things which until recently had held so many charms for him: Satan, who had taken the form of the Constitutionnel in order come in person to tempt St. Véron, returned to the road for Paris, furious. -The anchorite of Montmartre has, since this time, been placed in the rank of the greatest saints which Parisian journalism honours, and is especially supplicated by the unfortunates who have a head cold

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