The Catholic World, Vol. 21, April, 1875, to September, 1875: A Monthly Magazine of General Literature and ScienceVarious
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The Catholic World, Vol. 21, April, 1875, to September, 1875: A Monthly Magazine of General Literature and Science
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Oh! in that hour I felt in how short a time I had become attached to the
earthly happiness that had been granted me beyond the realization of my
utmost wishes. What tender, ardent sentiments! What sweet, delightful
communings already constituted a treasure in my memory which furnished
material for the most fearful sacrifice I could be called upon to make!
Alas! the human heart, even that to which God has deigned to reveal
himself, still attaches itself strongly to all it is permitted to love on
earth! But this divine love condescends to be jealous of our affection,
and it is seldom he spares such hearts the extreme sacrifices which lead
them to give themselves to him at last without any reserve!
When I left the church, I saw a crowd in the street. Several houses were
illuminated, and on all sides I heard people talking of a great victory,
the news of which had just arrived at Paris.
I returned home agitated and troubled. At what price had this victory
been won? Who had fallen in the battle? What was I to hear? And when
would the anguish that now contracted my heart be relieved … or
justified? Mme. de Kergy, who hastened to participate in my anxiety,
was unable to allay it. But our suspense was not of long duration. The
hour, awaited with the fear of an overpowering presentiment, was soon to
arrive!…
Two days after I was sitting in the evening on the little bench in the
garden where we held our last conversation, when I received the news for
which he had so strangely prepared me. His fatal prevision was realized.
He was one of the first victims of the opening attack. His name, better
known than many others, had been reported at once, and headed the list of
those who fell in the battle.
* * * * *
No preparation, no acceptation of anticipated misfortune, no effort at
submission or courage, was now able to preserve me from a shock similar
to the one I have related the effects of at the beginning of this story.
As on that occasion, I lost all consciousness, and Ottavia carried me
senseless to my chamber. As then, likewise, I was for several days the
prey to a burning fever, which was followed by a weakness and prostration
that rendered my thoughts confused and incoherent for some time. And
finally, as when I was but fifteen years old, it was also a strong,
sudden emotion that helped restore my physical strength and the complete
use of my senses and reason.
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