The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Such an opportunity of going to Madrid gave me an itching desire for
the expedition: I made my bargain with the muleteer, jumped upon one
of his mules, and away we scampered towards Illescas, where we were
to put up for the night. Scarcely were we out of Maqueda, before the
muleteer, a man from five-and-thirty to forty, began chanting the
church service with a most collegiate twang. This trial of his lungs
began with matins, in the drowsy tone of a canon between asleep and
awake; then he roared out the Belief, alternately in contralto,
tenor, and bass, in all the harmonious confusion of high mass; and
not content with that, he rang the bell for vespers, without sparing
me a single petition, or so much as a bar of the Magnificat. Though
the scoundrel almost cracked the drum of my ear, I could not help
laughing heartily; and even egged him on to make the welkin
reverberate with his hallelujahs, when the anthem was suspended a few
rests, for the necessary purpose of supplying wind to the organ.
Courage, my friend! said I; go on and prosper. If heaven has given
you a good capacious throat, you are neither a niggard nor a
perverter of its precious boon. O! certainly not, for the matter of
that, cried he: happily for my immortal soul, I am not like carriers
in general, who sing nothing but profane songs about love or
drinking: I do not even defile my lips with ballads on our wars
against the Moors; such subjects are at least light and unedifying,
if not licentious and impure. You have, replied I, an evangelical
purity of heart, which belongs only to the elect among muleteers.
With this excessive squeamishness of yours about the choice of your
music, have you also taken a vow of continence, wherever there is a
young bar-maid to be picked up at an inn? Assuredly, rejoined he,
chastity is also a virtue by which it is my pride to ward off the
temptations of the road, where my only business is to look after my
mules. I was in no small degree astonished at such pious sentiments
from this prodigy of psalm-singing mule-drivers; so that, looking
upon him as a man above the vanities and corruptions of this nether
world, I fell into chat with him after he had gone the length of his
tether in singing.
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