The Aftermath; Or, Gleanings from a Busy Life: Called upon the outer cover, for purposes of sale, Caliban's Guide to LettersBelloc, Hilaire
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The Aftermath; Or, Gleanings from a Busy Life: Called upon the outer cover, for purposes of sale, Caliban's Guide to Letters
Belloc, Hilaire
Authorship; Satire
The priest, who had heard of such miraculous appearances in other
villages, but (being a humble man, unfitted for worldly success
and idiotic in business matters) had never dared to hope that one
would be vouchsafed to his own cure, proceeded at once to the
source of the muddy streamlet, and (unhistorical as the detail
may seem to the author of _Our Old Europe, Whence and Whither_?)
neglected to reward the hind, who, indeed, did not expect pecuniary
remuneration, for these two excellent reasons:--First, that he knew
the priest to be by far the poorest man in the parish; secondly,
that he thought a revelation from the other world incommensurate
with money payments even to the extent of a five-franc piece. The
next Sunday (that is, three days afterwards) the priest, who had
previously informed his brethren throughout the Canton, preached
a sermon upon the decay of religion and the growing agnosticism
of the modern world--a theme which, as they had heard it publicly
since the Christian religion had been established by Constantine
in those parts and privately for one hundred and twenty-five years
before, his congregation received with some legitimate languor.
When, however, he came to what was the very gist of his remarks,
the benighted foreigners pricked up their ears (a physical atavism
impossible to our own more enlightened community), and Le Sieur
Rigors, who could still remember the greater part of the services
of the Church, was filled with a mixture of nervousness and pride,
while the good priest informed his hearers, in language that would
have been eloquent had he not been trained in the little seminary,
that the great St. Lupus himself had appeared to a devout member of
his parish and had pointed out to him a miraculous spring, for the
proper enshrinement of which he requested--nay, he demanded--the
contributions of the faithful.
At that one sitting the excellent hierarch received no less a sum
than 1053 francs and 67 centimes; the odd two-centimes (a coin that
has disappeared from the greater part of France) being contributed
by a road-mender, who was well paid by the State, but who was in
the custom of receiving charity from tourists; the said tourists
being under the erroneous impression that he was a beggar. He also,
by the way, would entertain the more Anglo-Saxon of these with the
folk-lore of the district, in which his fertile imagination was
never at fault.
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