Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
An aged priest was moving among the crowd, with crucifix in hand,
exhorting the people to repentance, and endeavouring to offer them every
consolation in his power. "Repent, my children; for the wrath of Heaven
has descended on you for your sins!" he cried, with tears in his eyes.
"You have given yourselves up to every description of wickedness and
folly, when you thought none from heaven could see you, and now behold
the consequence! Repent, ere it is too late; repent, ere complete
destruction comes on you, and your name is erased from the face of the
earth! Call loudly on the blessed Virgin; beseech her to intercede for
you, and she will hear you; for she loves you as her own children; her
heart is tender and compassionate, and she, with sighs and tears, will
petition her Son to spare you."
The people flocked around the venerable man, earnestly entreating his
benediction; and happy did those deem themselves who could touch even
the hem of his garment.
While Captain Pinto was kneeling by the side of his friend, and
supporting his head, a person dripping with water rushed by, gazing
anxiously into the faces of all he passed. He turned again, and seeing
the captain, came up to him. "Oh, senhor, I am wretched and miserable;
for I can nowhere find my young master, and know not what has become of
him," exclaimed Pedro, for he was the speaker. "I have been hurrying
all over the city in search of him, and fear much he must have been
destroyed. Alas, alas! I am the only one saved out of the house, which
has fallen to the ground. Poor Anna and Lucas are both gone. When we
rushed out together, I was a little before them, when the front wall
fell and crushed them both--alas, alas!"
"Stay for me," said the Captain. "Assist me to support Senhor Mendez to
some place of security, and I will then accompany you to search for your
master."
"Care not for me, my friend; but go at once, and search for the youth,"
said Senhor Mendez. "Perhaps even now he is yet alive, beneath some
stone, and you may be in time to save him."
"I will not quit you till you are placed in safety," answered Captain
Pinto; and with the aid of Pedro supporting his friend, they conveyed
him through the less ruinous parts of the city towards the house of an
acquaintance who possessed a large garden in the outskirts. Their road
was beset with danger, from the blocks of stone which continued falling
every instant from the tottering walls of the buildings; sometimes they
were obliged to climb over the ruins, from whence they could hear the
groans of the dying and mangled beings who lay buried beneath, but whom
it was impossible to attempt to rescue; here, among the masses of stone,
limbs were seen protruding,--there the lower part of the body crushed,
while the person was yet alive, hopelessly striving to extricate
himself; others, more happy, already lay dead, with huge stones on their
breasts: but wherever they passed, cries, and shrieks, and groans
assailed their ears.
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