The Circassian Chief: A Romance of RussiaKingston, William Henry Giles
History
The Circassian Chief: A Romance of Russia
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Caucasus -- History -- Juvenile fiction
When the service was concluded, the pilgrims bought tapers at the porch
of the church, and forming a procession in a long line, descended a
wooden stair-case of many steps to the mouth of the catacombs, down each
side of which were arranged an uninterrupted line of kneeling devotees,
of the most wretched appearance. The procession halted, as the first
part reached the entrance of the excavated passages of the catacombs,
the priest preceding them; they then slowly and reverently entered the
subterraneous vaults, the roof blackened with the smoke of thousands,
and tens of thousands of the candles of the faithful, which had burnt
there on previous years.
On each side, in niches in the walls, were placed in open coffins, the
bodies of those, who dying in the odour of sanctity, have been canonised
for their pious acts and thoughts. There unburied they remain,
enveloped in wrappers of cloth, and silk, highly ornamented with gold
and silver embroidery, that their fellow mortals who come to them for
intercession, seeing their honours after death, may study to imitate
them in the purity of their lives; while their spirits, having ascended
into heaven, are devoutly believed to exercise an influence with the
Father and Son. Their names are written on their breasts, and many have
also a history of their virtuous actions, while their stiffened hands
placed before them in the attitude of prayer, receive the kisses of the
pilgrims, though few perchance could decypher even the names of those
they worshipped.
Further on, they reached a passage in which was a range of small
windows, where men had, with their own hands, built themselves in with
stones against the wall, leaving open only a small hole to receive their
food; dying with the insane thought, that they were doing their Maker a
good service. Before each of the windows of those fanatics' last
dwelling, now their tomb, knelt some bigoted and devoted worshipper,
firmly believing that their self-immolation and unnatural death, had
purchased for them everlasting life, and place, and power, among the
spirits of the blessed.
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