The Forest Farm: Tales of the Austrian TyrolRosegger, Peter
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The Forest Farm: Tales of the Austrian Tyrol
Rosegger, Peter
Domestic fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories, Austrian -- Translations into English; Tyrol (Austria) -- Fiction
One can easily, therefore, picture the peace that reigns between
church, school and municipality. Generally speaking, the clergy--in the
absence of any defiant antagonism--are more liberal-minded here than in
those outlying districts where they feel called upon to defend their
compromised rule by the exercise of intolerance and severity.
The Jackler is favourably distinguished in one particular from the
agricultural population of some other parts: he is not neutral. In the
surrounding districts the peasant is apt to be indifferent towards
matters of religious practice and equally indifferent towards other
ideals and spiritual things. The Jackler is not like that. Gorgeous
festivals, which he loves to celebrate in his stately village-churches,
festivals which remind one of the Tyrol in their splendour, their often
dramatic form, their mediæval love of God and veneration of the saints,
delight him, stimulate him, give sustenance and substance to his
spiritual life. A priest who is not prepared to celebrate the
anniversaries of the church's patrons with due pomp and ceremony and to
invite half a dozen neighbouring priests to read Mass and preach (and
he must provide them with a good dinner into the bargain) would soon
find himself at loggerheads with his flock.
The district is often visited by fanatical missionaries, who promptly
arouse excitement for miles around. The parish-priest is not always
filled with the friendliest feelings towards these hunters of souls,
but he has to invite them for fear of offending his superiors. The
costs of the mission are more than gladly covered by the parishioners.
The Jackler is notable not only for his pious tendencies, but also for
his business subtlety; and he will swindle his parish-priest over a
deal in oxen, to-day, after being moved to tears by his sermon
yesterday--and this without the least prejudice to his own religious
sentiments.
"If I can't cheat my best friend," says the Wenigzeller, "whom _can_ I
cheat? My enemy doesn't trust me!"
The so-called lesser "holidays," of which there are over thirty in the
year, are also conscientiously kept: in the morning, by a sung Mass in
church; in the afternoon, in the tavern or on the bowling-green. Many
servants work on those days on their own account; and, if their
employer needs their services, he must pay them a special wage.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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