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
There was a very great difference in the ages of my elder and younger
children; it was impossible for me to suit my plan to them all: for the
sake of the younger it would have been advisable to stay some time
longer in France; but for the advantage of the elder I thought it right
to hasten my journey to Italy. I fixed the time of my departure from
Avignon for the month of October following, 1821.
No master of the Italian language was here to be found. Kenelm soon
acquired the use of it, as far as books, without conversation, could
teach him; and, in the evenings of the spring and summer, after our
promenade, gave lessons to his sisters and brother, whom he required to
prepare themselves in the morning: he also gave them lectures in
geography. In this employment he gratified his kind affections, and
derived pleasure from the performance of what he imposed on himself as a
duty.
In truth his whole life seemed to be regulated by a sense of duty: he
endeavoured to please others from a principle of benevolence: in
speaking of others he was careful to avoid all censure or rash judgment,
all contemptuous or angry expressions; he followed after that charity,
which "beareth all things, hopeth all things;" it was evident that,
without excluding the innocent and laudable motives of action, he
endeavoured to sanctify all he did by referring it to the glory of the
Author of all good. His mind had been cultivated as far as his years and
opportunities had allowed. The love of God had supplied to him the
principle of true sensibility, and his judgment of moral objects was
correct and delicate. His reading had been chiefly of French literature
and of history. In England he had passed much of his time in society and
other engagements, and he had not had leisure for reading: he regretted
that he could not stay another twelvemonth there for the purpose of
going through a course of English literature.
I had always encouraged him to discuss with me whatever questions arose,
to enter into argument and try the ground of his opinions: in criticism,
in politics, in religion even, he had followed this method. I held it
useful thus to call forth and exercise his powers; I wished to establish
his judgment on a surer basis than that which can be laid by authority
alone; a basis so liable to be shaken, so likely to be removed by an
intercourse with the world, which surprises, enchants, and often fatally
deceives those who are unprepared for it.
I was conversing one day with him and his brother on the subject of the
massacre at Thessalonica, in the reign of the emperor Theodosius,--and
of the father who, being arrested with his two sons going out of the
amphitheatre, entreated the soldiers, who were about to put them both to
death, at least to spare him one of them; the soldiers consented,
leaving the choice to the father: he, in an agony of grief, ran from one
son to the other, unable to resign either of them: the soldiers,
becoming impatient, at length slew them both.
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