Or else let scientific atheism produce its reformed magdalens, and its homes for the hopelessly diseased and imbecile, and all “the weakest” who go, as she tenderly assures us, “to the wall.”

The heads of her madonnas and magdalens are charming, and, indeed, all her work speaks of the innate refinement of her nature.

And bitter tears mingled with the salt brine flashing by—the tears of a repentent magdalen.