Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic FaithBeste, Henry Digby
Religion
Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic Faith
Beste, Henry Digby
France -- Description and travel
After all, there was nothing so very extraordinary in these missions:
from three to six priests, men of some talent, zeal, and eloquence,
arrived in a town, stayed there a greater or less number of days
according to the population, or, it may be, the spiritual wants of the
place, preached, and heard confessions. Yet let any one suppose what
would be the effect of the presence of half a dozen methodist teachers
in any town in England, and he will be able to form an idea of the state
of Avignon, pending the mission which lasted, as well as I can remember,
about a fortnight.
The churches were crowded; those who wished to have seats to hear the
sermon at six in the evening, were obliged to take their places at
mid-day; these were chiefly women: men, who could bear the fatigue of
standing during the sermon, occupied every space large enough for a pair
of feet.
The _lessive_, so the washing is called from the wood ashes employed in
it, was neglected; dirty shirts and sheets were too common to be
complained of: the men were obliged to cook their own dinners; children
were grouped together by scores under the care of some one contented or
paid to stay at home. Then came the general confessions, which occupied
some days; then one day for the communion of the male and another for
that of the female penitents; lastly, the procession of the cross, which
was to be set up as a perpetual memorial of the mission, and a mean of
recalling to every one the good resolutions he had then made.
An ill-carved crucifix, larger than life, borne on the shoulders of the
devout, was followed by the missionaries and people singing cantiques,
and was finally placed on the terrace near the great door of the
cathedral, to which it gives the appearance of a place of public
execution.
I venerate the images of Christ and his saints; they are, as St. Austin
calls them, the books of the illiterate, and they speak to the heart
even of those who can read. But they should be so made and so placed as
to inspire, not terror, but sentiments of peace, hope, and gratitude.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account