Religious disputations -- Fiction; Short stories, Australian
Church has always stirred up, and stirs up incessantly, the division of
this unhappy country.'
"My mind doth see you, sitting, perchance, in your garden, by the dial,
as is your wont after the business of the day is over, and mocking me,
that I have found a new prophet. But, indeed, it doth seem so to me, and
I am content to sit in his company gleaning the ripe ears of his wisdom.
And if I have out-wearied your patience with my praise of him, whose
every word hath the force of a deed, let me remind you of a summer day
in the garden of your old house at Boston, how we plucked the apricocks
from the espaliers, while you read to me the discourses of Sir Thomas
More upon Augustine's _De Civitate Dei_, when, if I did not gape, it was
but from politeness and my great respect for yourself. For this man doth
stand among his countrymen like a giant in a city of pigmies,
overlooking their petty disputations, and reading the future from the
mirror of the past. He doth foresee the ruin of the Church, the birth of
Empires, the dawn of a new greatness for the world, the emancipation of
the peoples from the ecclesiastical tyranny of to-day. He standeth like
one prophetic upon Pisgah. He doth see that the world must be freed from
this pestilence of monks. He says: 'Our religion, having shown us the
truth and the only way of salvation, hath lessened in our eyes the worth
of worldly honours.... The ancient religions offered divine honours only
to those illustrious with worldly glory, such as famous captains, and
leaders of the Republic; our religion, on the contrary, only sanctifies
the humble, and men given to contemplation rather than to an active
life; she hath placed the _summum bonum_ in humility, in the contempt
for worldly things, and even in abjection; while the pagans made it
consist in greatness of soul, in bodily strength, and in all that might
help to make men brave and robust. And if our religion asks us to have
strength, it is rather the strength to suffer evils than to do great
things. It seems that this new morality has made mankind weaker, and
given the world over as a prey to the wicked.'
"All these sayings have sunk deep into my mind, as you may well perceive
by the length of this letter. He hath taught me that, since the
conditions of life are always the same, a man who hath strength and wit
may rise to the same eminence in these days as the heroes of old time
did in the past.
"I have sent to my lord the Cardinal a present of furs, which I pray you
see conveyed to him with my humble duty. The cloak of furs is for
yourself, and the necklace of amber beads for your good lady. Your
advice I follow in my way of life; but, my good Will, sometimes I do
regret the old times, when you and I were younger, and fond of wenches;
or, perchance, when they were fonder of us. Three things I look forward
to seeing next Spring: the fresh face of an English country maid, a
Royal pageant on the Thames, and a bank of primroses with the rain on
them."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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