The Chevalier's daughter : $b or, An exile for the truth — John Shaqi
The Chevalier's daughter : $b or, An exile for the truthGuernsey, Lucy Ellen
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The Chevalier's daughter : $b or, An exile for the truth
Guernsey, Lucy Ellen
France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Juvenile fiction; Historical fiction; Huguenots -- France -- Juvenile fiction
My mother always loved the English Church. She kept her prayer-book by
her, and used to read it every day. She taught me many precious lessons
out of it, so that when I was twelve years old, I knew it almost by
heart. This love of hers for the English Church was in some degree
shared by my father, and, as I heard afterward, was a reason for his
being looked coldly upon by some of the Religion, to whom the very
name of bishop was an abomination; and no wonder, since with them it
was another name for oppressor and persecutor. But they found, when
the trial came, that the Chevalier d'Antin and his gentle lady were as
ready to put all to hazard for their faith as the best of them.
As I have said, my mother was desirous of emigrating, as so many others
had done. But my father would not consent to forsake his poor tenants
and peasants, many of whom had come with him from Provence. He thought
himself in some sort their shepherd, and responsible for their welfare.
This was a very different estimation from that in which some of our
neighbors held their people. There were three or four large estates
about Avranches and St. Lo, the owners of which lived in Paris the year
round, or followed the court in its movements, and left their lands
and people to the care of agents, taking no thought for them except to
extract from them as much money as possible.
But such was not my father's idea. He held that every large landowner
was a steward under God, responsible for the welfare of those placed
under his charge, and that he had no right to use his estate merely for
his own enriching or aggrandizement. One who did so, he held for an
unfaithful servant, who, would be called to a strict account whenever
his Lord should return, and who could expect nothing else for his
reward than outer darkness and gnashing of teeth.
I have seen something of great landowners since that day, and I fear
this idea of duty is very far from common among them. Certainly I have
never known one, unless it is my husband, who fulfilled it as my father
did. He was not always dictating or patronizing. He did not regard his
tenants and workpeople either as little children or as dumb beasts, but
as rational, accountable creatures.
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