Saint Joan of Arcbers only one detailne minor and meaningless detail of the personality of Joan of Arc: to wit, that she was a peasant girlnd forgets all the rest; and so he paints her as a strapping middle-aged hwoman, with costume to match, and in her face the spirituality of a ham. He is slave to his one idea, and forgets to observe that the supremely great souls are never lodged in gross bodies. No brawn, no muscle, could endure the work that their bodies must do; they do their miracles by the spirit, which has ty times the strength and staying power of brawn and muscle. The Napoleons are little, not big; and they work twenty hours in the twenty-four, and come up fresh, while the big soldiers with the little hearts faint around them with fatigue. We know what Joan of Arc was like, without askingerely by what she did. The artist should paint her spirithen he could not fail to paint her body aright. She would rise before us, then, a vision to win us, not repel: a lithe young slender ure, instinct with �the unbought grace of youth,� dear and bonny and lovable, the face beautiful, and transured with the light of that lustrous intellect and the es of that unquenchable spirit. Taking into account, as I have suggested before, all the circumstanceser origin, youth, sex, illiteracy, early environment, and the obstructing conditions under which she exploited her high gifts and made her conquests in the ld and before the courts that tried her for her life,he is easily and by far the most extraordinary person the human race has ever produced.�
