Item 04: John Duncan McRae diary, 6 May-18 September 1917 - Page 45
From "Le Petit Chose", Daudet. (p. 255 Collins)
"The bells of Saint-Germains also visited me many times a day. Their visits cheered me. They entered noisily through the window & filled the room with music. Sometimes joyous, giddy chimes, hastening in their semi-quavers; sometimes gloomy knells whose notes fell one by one like tears. Then I had the 'angelus', the midday 'angelus', an archangel with garments of light who arrived all shining – the evening 'angelus', a melancholy seraph, who rode on the moonbeams, and made the chamber humid as he shook his mighty wings."