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
When the priest said, and repeated, "not sub peccato," I of course
understood him to mean, not that chastity was not of precept and
obligatory on all as a Christian and moral virtue, but that sins against
it should not be aggravated by being an infraction of the rule. The
other parts of the rule regard things in themselves indifferent: among
the several persons whom I have known that abstained from animal food,
some there were who did so as believing it unlawful to take away life:
I admired their practice, but disapproved their reasoning; the Author
of Life has himself permitted it: on that ground it is justifiable;
though it might be an amusing question, whence they who disbelieve all
revelation derive authority to put to death these creatures except in
case of self-defence, as when attacked by a bear or a tiger. The
moderate use of alcohol is lawful, medicinal even; to interest and amuse
ourselves by engaging a moderate stake on hazard is perfectly innocent;
but he who renounces vinous spirits and gaming, strikes at the root of
many mischiefs and many perturbations.
What I have related, I have related as it happened: the dream and the
reference in the dream to my opinions, could neither be sought for, nor
procured, nor prepared by any act of mine: my opinions here recorded
have this merit, that, according to our Lincolnshire phraseology, "they
won't do nobody no harm," and this is merit enough; merit, not negative,
but positive; for the phrase always implies the expectation of a great
benefit. In the hope that they may do somebody some good, I leave the
matter to favourable or unfavourable acceptation; and prepare to narrate
my journey to Nice,--that delicious climate, where is,
----ver perpetuum atque alienis mensibus æstas.
CHAP. XXI.
We drove out of the western gate of Avignon, and immediately turned to
the left hand. I said mentally, "Adieu, my dear son! may I and all this
family be reunited to thee in a better world." During the last six weeks
we had in some degree recovered from the terror and affliction of the
preceding period; but a final separation from him we so tenderly and
deservedly loved struck us with a feeling of depression, which we
endeavoured to surmount and disguise from each other lest the grief of
one should be the grief of all. "Are you well seated? do you feel any
cold?" and soon after, "How far is it to the bridge of the Durance?" by
such questions we tried in vain to conceal what the looks of all
betrayed. It was a relief to us to arrive at a country we had not yet
seen.
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