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
It will seem astonishing to the author of _Village Communities in
Western Europe_ to hear of so large a sum as £40 being subscribed
by the congregation of this remote village, and it would seem
still more astonishing to him could he see the very large chapel
erected over the spring of St. Loup. I do not say that he would
understand the phenomenon, but I do say that he would become a
more perturbed and therefore a wiser man did he know the following
four facts:--(1) That the freehold value of the village and its
communal land, amounting to the sum of a poor £20,000, was not
in the possession of a landlord, but in that of these wretched
peasants. (2) That the one rich man of the neighbourhood, a retired
glove-maker, being also a fanatic, presented his subscriptions in
such a manner that they were never heard of. He had, moreover, an
abhorrence for the regulation of charity. (3) That the master mason
in the neighbouring town had in his youth been guilty of several
mortal sins, and was so weak as to imagine that a special tender
would in such a case make a kind of reparation; and (4) that the
labourers employed were too ignorant to cheat and too illiterate to
combine.
The new shrine waxed and prospered exceedingly, and on the Thursday
following its dedication an epileptic, having made use of the
water, was restored to a normal, and even commonplace, state of
mind. On the Friday a girl, who said that she had been haunted
by devils (though until then no one had heard of the matter),
declared, upon drinking a cup from the spring of St. Loup, that
she was now haunted by angels--a very much pleasanter condition
of affairs. The Sunday following, the village usurer, who called
himself Bertollin, but who was known to be a wicked foreigner from
beyond the Alps, of the true name of Bertolino, ran into the inn
like one demented, and threw down the total of his ill-gotten gains
for the benefit of the shrine. They amounted, indeed, to but a
hundred francs, but then his clientèle were close and skin-flint,
as peasant proprietors and free men generally are the world over;
and it was well known that the cobbler, who had himself borrowed a
small sum for a month, and quadrupled it in setting up lodgings
for artists, had been unable to recover from the usurer the mending
of his boots.
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