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
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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
On Thursday, the 27th of November, 1817, being then at Lincoln, I
dreamed that I was in a large, lofty room, which was entirely unknown to
me.
In the month of October, 1818, I hired a house at Avignon in which was a
salon, exactly resembling that of the dream; the situation of the doors,
windows, and chimney, and the appearance of them just the same.
A person came out of the cabinet by the side of this salon, with whom I
was unacquainted, but whom I supposed to be an English catholic priest:
he wore a black coat, and had boots on: I did not observe that he had
with him any hat: he was of rather less than the middle age of life.
This person resembled in features and expression of countenance the
infant Jesus drawn, three years afterwards, by my elder son: my
recollection did not serve me to recognise the likeness till after I had
seen my son's _drawing_ from the _engraving_: in the cabinet,
before-mentioned, was usually hung a small crucifix.
This priest approached me in a serious, but civil and friendly manner:
two chairs were near us, not far from one of the windows: I invited him
to be seated.
The chairs were like those I had at Avignon; they were placed near the
window: had this scene been represented as in the winter season, they
would have been near the fire: it was in the summer season that the
events occurred, which I suppose to have been now presignified. As it
was I who invited the other to sit down, it seems that I thought myself
to be in my own house.
The priest then said to me, in a slow and distinct voice, "You are to
found a new order in the church, to be called 'The Society of the
Penitents of St. Clair;' you know under what rule; but not _sub
peccato_;" he repeated "not _sub peccato_," and, rising from his seat,
took out his watch, an ordinary silver watch with small seals, looked at
it, and returned it to its place: then taking leave of me, he passed,
not through the door of the stairs, but into the second salon.
When the priest said, "You know the rule," I understood to what he
referred, without further explanation oh his part. When much younger
than I was at this epoch, I had thought of a rule of life, on the
observance of which it might be useful and desirable to form a society:
but I never had the presumption to conceive the idea of founding a new
order in the church. I will confess, so little were my dispositions at
this time penitential, that when the word "penitents" was pronounced, it
was to me displeasing and repulsive. I had regarded the rule which the
priest said, "you know," with a view to bodily health and temporal
convenience, not with any reference to religious mortification. I had
not thought of the rule for many years past, and had always considered
the formation of a society on the rule as an impracticable project. St.
Clair's name was unknown to me till I referred to "Butler's Lives of the
Saints." I had read of Sta. Clara, but was perfectly sure it was not she
that was intended.
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