The minister, embarrassed by my letter, adjourned the Consistory.  In the interval, he of himself, and by his creatures, made a thousand efforts to seduce the elders, who, following the dictates of their consciences, rather than those they received from him, did not vote according to his wishes, or those of the class.  Whatever power his arguments drawn from his cellar might have over this kind of people, he could not gain one of them, more than the two or three who were already devoted to his will, and who were called his ’ames damnees’.—­[damned souls]—­The officer of the prince, and the Colonel Pury, who, in this affair, acted with great zeal, kept the rest to their duty, and when Montmollin wished to proceed to excommunication, his Consistory, by a majority of voices, flatly refused to authorize him to do it.  Thus reduced to the last expedient, that of stirring up the people against me, he, his colleagues, and other persons, set about it openly, and were so successful, that not-withstanding the strong and frequent rescripts of the king, and the orders of the council of state, I was at length obliged to quit the country, that I might not expose the officer of the king to be himself assassinated while he protected me.

The recollection of the whole of this affair is so confused, that it is impossible for me to reduce to or connect the circumstances of it.  I remember a kind of negotiation had been entered into with the class, in which Montmollin was the mediator.  He feigned to believe it was feared I should, by my writings, disturb the peace of the country, in which case, the liberty I had of writing would be blamed.  He had given me to understand that if I consented to lay down my pen, what was past would be forgotten.  I had already entered into this engagement with myself, and did not hesitate in doing it with the class, but conditionally and solely in matters of religion.  He found means to have a duplicate of the agreement upon some change necessary to be made in it.  The condition having been rejected by the class; I demanded back the writing, which was returned to me, but he kept the duplicate, pretending it was lost.  After this, the people, openly excited by the ministers, laughed at the rescripts of the king, and the orders of the council of state, and shook off all restraint.  I was declaimed against from the pulpit, called antichrist, and pursued in the country like a mad wolf.  My Armenian dress discovered me to the populace; of this I felt the cruel inconvenience, but to quit it in such circumstances, appeared to me an act of cowardice.  I could not prevail upon myself to do it, and I quietly walked through the country with my caffetan and fur bonnet in the midst of the hootings of the dregs of the people, and sometimes through a shower of stones.  Several times as I passed before houses, I heard those by whom they were inhabited call out:  “Bring me my gun that I may fire at him.”  As I did not on this account hasten my pace, my calmness increased their fury, but they never went further than threats, at least with respect to firearms.