Going to Maynooth: Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry, The Works of William Carleton, Volume ThreeCarleton, William
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Going to Maynooth: Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry, The Works of William Carleton, Volume Three
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“Oh! Susy, don't say 'for ever.' You know that the vow you made was a
rash vow. It may be set aside.”
“It was not a rash vow, Denis. I made it with a firm intention of
keepin' it, and keep it I will. The Mother of God is not to be mocked,
because I am weak, or choose to prefer my own will to hers.”
“But, Susy, the Church can dissolve it. You know she has power to bind
and to loose. Oh, for God's sake, Susy, if you ever loved me, don't
attempt to take back your promise.”
“I love you too well to destroy you, Denis. I will never stand between
you and God, for that would be my crime. I will never bring disgrace, or
shame, or poverty, upon you; for surely these things would fall upon you
as a punishment for desartin' him. If you were another--if you weren't
intended to be the servant of God, I could beg with you--starve with
you--die with you. But when I am gone, remember, that I gave up all
my hopes, that you might succeed in yours. I'm sure that is love. Now,
Denis, we must return our promises, the time is passin', and we'll both
be missed from home.”
“Susan, for the sake of my happiness, both in this world and in the
next, don't take away all hope. Make me not miserable and wretched; send
me not into the church a hypocrite. If you do, I will charge you with
my guilt; I will charge you with the crimes of a man who will care but
little what he does.”
“You will have friends, Denis; pious men, who will direct you and guide
you and wean your heart from me and the world. You will soon bless me
for this. Denis,” she added, with a smile of unutterable misery, “my mind
is made up. I belong now to the Virgin Mother of God. I never will be
so wicked as to forsake her for a mortal. If I was to marry you--with
a broken vow upon me, I could not prosper. The curse of God and of his
Blessed Mother would follow us both.”
Denis felt perfectly aware of the view entertained by Susan, respecting
such a vow as she had taken. To reason with her, was only to attack
a prejudice which scorned reason. Besides this, he was not himself
altogether free from the impression of its being a vow too solemn to be
broken without the sanction of the Church.
“Let us go,” said Susan, “to the same spot where we first promised.
It was under this tree, in this month, last year. Let us give it back
there.”
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