Le Temoinage des Carmelites de Compiègne

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It was on this day in a Parisian summer in 1794 that sixteen female members of the Carmelite Order, located at Compiègne – one day after their patronal feast – lined up one by one in the Place de la Révolution (now more ironically renamed the Place de la Concord), which was by then so covered in blood that even the mules drawing the carts refused to approach.  And, one by one, they, from the youngest novice to the elderly prioress, had their heads severed from their bodies by the great devouring guillotine. They sang as they faced their deaths; according to tradition, the Veni Creator Spiritus, even if others say may have been the Salve Regina, or Psalm 117, the Laudate Dominum, wonderfully set to music by Mozart. Perhaps they sang all three – it would take some time for all sixteen to go the God they had loved unto death. The point is, they sang – remember singing? – on their way to eternity, as we all should.

Their bodies were buried in a mass grave in the nearby Picpus cemetery – along with over  a thousand other victims – marked with one simple cross.

Why would anyone murder a whole convent of nuns? Well, the revolutionaries and the bloody revolution they had begun had by this point become almost entirely unhinge, destroying anything or anyone who did not submit to their principles – which included such wonderful things as atheism, anarchy, obliterating the past – the whole ancien regime – everything they deemed non-functional, impractical, useless, or ‘against the spirit of the revolution’, (the then-version of ‘wokeness’), including a life of what they deemed to be futile contemplative prayer. (But what we know, by faith, to be the most ‘useful’ of vocations) All the convents in France were suppressed, and the nuns faced a choice either to abandon their vocation and disperse – or stick to their vows and their habits, and face death.

The Carmelites were imprisoned with a group of exiled English Benedictine Sisters, who had set up a convent at Cambrai, in France, for all the monasteries and convents had been destroyed in England by Henry VIII, and any new ones made illegal by his successors. After the Carmelites had been sacrificed, so to speak, the Revolution ended ten days later, with the death of Robespierre, the revolution’s revolutionary, by the very machine with which he had had thousands killed. It seems it was through the merits of that ultimate offering of the Carmelites that the carnage ended, sparing the lives of the Benedictine Sisters. Their Order eventually returned to England, bringing the blood-stained habits of the martyred Carmelites, which may still be found in their convent, which stands to this day.

The story of the Carmelites also caught the popular imagination, being recounted in a 1931 novella by Gertrud de la Fort, ‘Song at the Scaffold’, penned five years after her own conversion. Her book inspired George Bernanos to write his 1947 play, Dialogue des Carmélites, which in turn inspired the 1956 opera by Francois Poulenc – and, we may add, a 1960 film by Jeanne Moureau. Art imitating life in the best sense of that aphorism.

But the main influence of the martyrs is supernatural, their example of courage in the face of overpowering, satanic evil – an inspiration for us, to sing heartily and laugh, for, if we but choose the path of life, will we not all meet merrily in heaven with them? I wouldn’t mind hearing how 18th century French was actually spoken – and sung – not least by contemplative Carmelites. In fact, I did sort of hear that by some African Carmlites in Lisieux, years ago…but that is another story.

Holy Martyrs of Compiègne, orate pro nobis!