Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"Your arguments are very powerful, Senhor Padre," returned his
companion; "but yet I feel some compunction in depriving my daughter,
against her will, of the innocent pleasures which accord with her age
and sex."
"Such ideas are but the instigations of the evil one, jealous that an
immortal soul should be lost to him for ever," answered the Priest.
"Trust not to any feelings which war against the spirit on the side of
the flesh. No human mind can conceive the dark machinations which the
father of sin employs to drag forth a chosen child from the bosom of our
holy Church, except we, who in our avocations study his works, and are
prepared to repel him with the arms of our faith."
"You doubtless speak words of truth and wisdom," said the gentleman;
"nor would I hesitate to allow my daughter to follow the bent of her
inclinations, did she feel any calling for the life of the cloister; but
she knows not what is to be her fate, or the reason of our going to
Lisbon, for I have never yet ventured to inform her of my intentions."
"Let that be my care," returned the Priest, frowning darkly. "I will
prepare her gentle soul for the happy change. But have you never, then,
informed her of her mother's dying wish, delivered to me after she had
received extreme unction at my hands, that her daughter should be
dedicated to the service of the Church?"
"I confess, Father, that I have hesitated to speak to her on the
subject, fearful of throwing a gloom over the bright and elastic spirits
of her youth," returned Senhor Christovao.
"Know you not, that the sooner the wings of a young bird are clipped,
the less will it wish to fly; and therein have you done wrong; but
clearly do I perceive the work of Satan again, in this seeking to ruin
your soul, and that of your daughter. Ah! he is even now riding near
you, plotting deeds of darkness. Get thee gone, thou spirit of evil!"
he exclaimed with vehemence, making the sign of the cross. "Avaunt
thee, Sathanas! Fear him no longer, my son; he has flown off to the
regions of iniquity, from whence he came."
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