The Constable De BourbonAinsworth, William Harrison
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The Constable De Bourbon
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Bourbon, Charles, duc de, 1490-1527 -- Fiction
“Talk to me no more of love,” she cried. “I have steeled my breast
against all the softer emotions. But we must separate. Those who are
engaged to demolish this saintly pile are about to commence their task.
Farewell!”
And she quitted the church by a side-door.
A number of priests and friars now entered the fane, and proceeded to
remove all the sacred vessels, reliques, and other objects from the
sacristy and from the various shrines. The great silver crucifix, and
the tall silver candlesticks, were carried away from the altar.
While this was going on, a large band of workmen, armed with pickaxes,
shovels, and bars of iron, had set to work to pull down the monuments
and open the tombs, and the church resounded with the noise of their
implements.
Ere long a great number of ancient coffins were disinterred--some of
stone and some of mouldering wood, and from the former the dead were
taken. Coffins and corpses were then laid upon litters, and taken out
of the church, to be deposited in a more secure spot--the bearers being
headed by a procession of priests and monks.
As soon as they were gone, the church, which had thus been despoiled of
its treasures and its dead, was given up to the destroyer.
The work of demolition immediately commenced, hundreds being employed
in the task, which was superintended by experienced engineers. Gunpowder
was used to accelerate the operations, and before morning the reverend
and beautiful fabric was little better than a heap of ruins, the roof
gone, the pillars in the aisles undermined and thrown down, and the
walls demolished. The most determined enemy could not have done the work
quicker than it was executed by the patriotic citizens, and they ceased
not in their task till the holy pile was razed to the ground. The stones
and beams that had composed it were employed in barricading the streets.
As Pomperant and Hugues were in the church when the work of demolition
commenced, they were compelled to join in it, and they both laboured as
industriously as the rest, till relieved by a fresh party.
When Pomperant escaped from the irksome task imposed upon him by
necessity, he found that a multitude of citizens and soldiers were
employed in pulling down the bishop's palace. Explosion after explosion
shook the house to its foundations, and the walls fell with a tremendous
crash.
The good bishop stood by, watching the destruction of his palace, and
expressed no regret, but encouraged the soldiers and citizens in their
task. But when the entire fabric fell to the ground, his looks expressed
the deepest emotion, and he turned away and quitted the spot.
So complete was the destruction, that it seemed as if it had been caused
by an earthquake. But again the active soldiers were at work, and the
remains of the late noble edifice were expeditiously removed.
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