During the French revolution

Angélique’s charity knew no discrimination; it extended towards everybody, even towards her worst enemies. One day in Rochefort-en-Terre, as she was going along a certain street, she witnessed one of these everyday risings. This time it was directed against a National Agent named Le Clainche.[1] He was one of those petty tyrants, numerous at that time, who had adopted the new ideology and who relentlessly pursued the ‘non-juring’ priests and those who sheltered them. The mob had burst into his house and was ransacking it and throwing…

Angélique was 22 years of age when the Revolution broke out. The risings which troubled Paris and the chief towns of France had little repercussion in the Breton villages. The rural districts were roused only after the promulgation of the Civil Constitution of Clergy, when the clergy who had remained faithful were persecuted and when juror priests were forced on the parishes. These juror priests were held in contempt and scoffingly called ‘les juroux’.[1] The parish priest of Saint-Jacut, M. Baron, was imprisoned at Port Louis and…