One Snowy Night: Long ago at OxfordHolt, Emily Sarah
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One Snowy Night: Long ago at Oxford
Holt, Emily Sarah
Historical fiction, English
"I cannot tell, my daughter. Bethink thee, that if he fall in that holy
conflict, he is assured of Heaven. How long is it since his departing?"
"It's two years good, Father--going in three: and I'm glad enough he
should be sure of Heaven, but saving your presence, I want him here on
earth. It's hard work for a lone woman to bring up four children, never
name boys, that's as rampageous as young colts, and about as easy to
catch. And the younger and sillier they are, the surer they are to
think they know better than their own mother."
"That is a standing grievance, daughter," said the priest with a smile,
as he rose to take leave. "Well, I am glad to hear so good a report of
these strangers. So long as they conduct themselves well, and come to
church, and give no offence to any, there can be no harm in your giving
them hospitality. But remember that if they give any occasion of
scandal, your duty will be to let me know, that I may deal with them.
The saints keep you!"
No occasion of scandal required that duty from Isel. Every now and then
Gerhardt absented himself--for what purpose she did not know; but he
left Agnes and Ermine behind, and they never told the object of his
journeys. At home he lived quietly enough, generally following his
trade of weaving, but always ready to do any thing required by his
hostess. Isel came to congratulate herself highly on the presence of
her quiet, kindly, helpful guests. In a house where the whole upper
floor formed a single bedchamber, divided only by curtains stretched
across, and the whole ground-floor was parlour and kitchen in one, a few
inmates more or less, so long as they were pleasant and peaceable, were
of small moment. Outwardly, the Germans conducted themselves in no way
pointedly different from their English hosts. They indulged in rather
longer prayers, but this only increased the respect in which they were
held. They went to church like other people; and if they omitted the
usual reverences paid to the images, they did it so unobtrusively that
it struck and shocked no one.
The Roman Church, in 1160, was yet far from filling the measure of her
iniquity. The mass was in Latin, but transubstantiation was only a
"pious opinion;" there were invocation of saints and worship of images,
prayers for the dead, and holy water; but dispensations and indulgences
were uninvented, the Inquisition was unknown, numbers of the clergy were
married men, and that organ of tyranny and sin, termed auricular
confession, had not yet been set up to grind the consciences and torment
the hearts of those who sought to please God according to the light they
enjoyed. Without that, it was far harder to persecute; for how could a
man be indicted for the belief in his heart, if he chose to keep the
door of his lips?
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