Recollections of the eventful life of a soldierDonaldson, Joseph
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Recollections of the eventful life of a soldier
Donaldson, Joseph
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives
The inhabitants here were similar to those we had met with in other
villages in Portugal,—sunk in ignorance, dirt, and superstition; and
although some of the fidalgos boasted that the blood of Braganza
flowed in their veins, they did not seem to be a whit more refined
or better informed than the plebeians. They were rigid attendants on
all the religious ceremonies of their church, but religion with them
appeared to be a mere habit,—it played on the surface, but did not
reach the heart. When the bell rang at stated periods for prayers,
each rosary was put in requisition; but this did not interrupt the
conversation—they managed to pray and converse at the same time.
As bigotry is always the attendant of ignorance, they were no way
liberal in their opinions concerning us; and so contaminated did they
consider us by heresy, that they would not drink out of the same
vessel. But, to tell the truth, I believe they did not understand the
principles of the religion they professed, and the ‘Padre Cura’ of
the village (a gross and unspiritual looking piece of furniture) did
not seem much qualified to inform them.
We remained here near six months, during which vigorous preparations
were made for the ensuing campaign, but little occurred interesting
or worth recording while quartered in the village, with the exception
of a love affair in which my friend Henry was engaged, which is so
tinged with romance that I could scarcely expect credence to the
detail, were it not that all who were then present with the regiment
can vouch for its truth. Henry, whose warm heart and romantic
imagination often produced him remarkable adventures, here fell
deeply in love. In fact, his head was so stuffed with the machinery
and plots of novels and romances, that his heart, as Burns expresses
it, ‘was like a piece of tinder ready to burst forth into a flame,
from the first casual spark that might fall upon it.’ Fortune,
however, had as yet guarded it from any such accident, and reserved
for winter quarters and quieter times, the shaft which was to destroy
his peace.
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