Life of Father Ignatius of St. Paul, Passionist (The Hon. & Rev. George Spencer).Pius a Sp. Sancto (Pius a Spiritu Sancto)
Religion
Life of Father Ignatius of St. Paul, Passionist (The Hon. & Rev. George Spencer).
Pius a Sp. Sancto (Pius a Spiritu Sancto)
Passionists; Spencer, George, 1799-1864
would be themselves most afflicted if they heard of my fall from the
good dispositions which they had known in me; partly from a fear of
ridicule, even from the profligate, if, after all, I was to fell;
partly by the wonderful providence of God, which (I acknowledge)
most wisely and most tenderly, yet strongly interposed at times to
baffle the madness of my designs when about to be accomplished--if,
I say, thus I have been in a degree preserved, God knows I have no
credit due to me: God knows that from my heart I take only shame and
confusion of face to myself in the remembrance, of my very
preservation. Towards the latter part of my stay abroad, I began to
be in some way weary of this uncertain state of mind. I {69} was
always expecting to take Orders when I should reach the age; and as
I knew that then I should not be expected by the world to join in
its fashionable vices, and should even suffer in public estimation
if I did, my thoughts began to be rather better directed, and I took
pains from time to time to overcome some of the evil that was in
me."
"It is wonderful that any good disposition should have lived within
me, when every remembrance of religion seems to have been put out of
my mind. I now could hardly understand how this should have indeed
been the case, if I had not a clear remembrance of certain
circumstances which plainly show what was the state of my mind. On
the 27th January, 1820, I went up Mount Vesuvius with Dr. Wilson,
when, as we were looking into the crater of the volcano, a discharge
of red-hot stones took place. I heard them whistle by me as they
ascended, and though it was of no use to attempt to get out of the
way, I hurried back a few steps by a natural impulse, and
immediately saw a lump of red-hot stuff twice the size of one's head
fall on the spot where I had been standing just before. We
immediately ran down the side of the mountain, and reached a place
about a quarter of a mile distant from the mouth of the crater, from
whence we could see the upper cone of the mountain. Just then a
grand explosion took place, which shook the whole mountain, and a
vast quantity of these masses of fiery red stuff was spouted out
from the crater, which in its return appeared entirely to cover the
whole space over which we had been running five minutes before. Here
was an evident escape which, in a mind possessed with any religion
at all, could not fail of awakening some serious reflections. Alas!
I never thought of the abyss into which I must have fallen had not
the good angel, who watched and guided me through so many perils
which I thought not of, then preserved me. When I came down in the
evening to Naples, the only effect was that I was pleased and vain
at having a good adventure to relate, and showing off a spirit of
bravery and indifference, when some blamed me for my rashness.
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