"Whose bones
Lie bleaching on the Alpine mountains cold."

"Surely," says M. Bonnett, "the author ought to have given us some
notice of the imposing characters who were early laboring for the
defence of the Vaudois churches, from the episcopate of Maximus (that
intrepid missionary of the Alps whose thundering voice against abuses
recalls the eloquent accents of Luther) to the controversy of Vigilance
and Jerome, and the iconoclastic propositions of Claude de Turin. There
is something inspiring in the remembrance of that prelate, now an
evangelist, and now a warrior, combating with one hand the enemies of
truth, and with the other those of the empire. 'I make,' says he, in one
of his letters, 'continual voyages to the court during the winter. In
the spring, with my arms and my books, I go as a sentinel to watch the
coasts of the sea, and to fight against the Saracen and the Moor. I use
my sword during the night, and my pen by day, to accomplish the works
which I have commenced in solitude.' The military and ecclesiastical
character of Claude de Turin was deserving a remembrance, and in
describing him M. Muston could not have fulfilled better the
expectations of the public. There is another instance of omission--that
of Pierre Waldo. Concerning him all opinions agree. It is just where he
stands that all contradictory systems upon the origin of the Vaudois
meet. Whether he was the father or the son of the churches of the
Valleys his history ought not to be forgotten. With what interest would
not the pen of Muston have clothed the recital! what attraction! what
novelty! How the reformation, which originated in the cell of an obscure
cloister, had already germinated in the mind of Waldo; how the rich
merchant of Lyons, in search of the treasures of the age, was suddenly
changed into a bumble disciple, voluntarily poor; and what were the
principal traits of his ministry, his voyages, his relations, his life,
his death! Concerning such men, we cannot regret too deeply the almost
utter silence of this historian of the Vaudois."

The following interesting fragment is translated from the history of the
Vaudois de Calabre: "One day two young men were at a tavern in Turin,
when a Calabrian lord came in to lodge for the night. The companions, in
talking over their affairs, happened to express a desire to establish
themselves somewhere away from home; for the lands of their own country
were becoming so sterile, that they woul