“He sketched then the introduction of Christianity, showed what enemies
it had to encounter, why it was opposed, the change it introduced into
the moral and social life of the people, its triumphs over paganism, its
conversion and civilization of the northern barbarians, and the
chastity, peace, and happiness it had introduced into the cottage of the
peasant, the castle of the noble, and even the palace of the monarch.
His views seemed clear and precise, and his mind seemed to be
enlightened, and singularly free from the cant of his profession, and
from that credulity, ignorance, and superstition which you and I had
been accustomed to associate with the name of monk. To every question I
asked, he had a clear and intelligent answer; and he was always able to
give a reason, and what appeared a good reason, for whatever judgment he
hazarded. He was evidently a man of an order of intellect, ideas, and
culture entirely different from any that had fallen under my
observation; and I must own that when I listened to him, I was charmed.
I seemed to be under the gentle but superior influence of a good spirit.
I felt calm and tranquil, and I wished that I too might believe, be
pure, holy, a Christian like him.
“Weeks passed on. At length we had a chance to send him in safety to
Portici, where the Holy Father then held his court. The evening before
he was to leave us, he came into the sitting-room, and sat down by me.
‘My dear lady,’ said he, ‘I leave you to-morrow, and I shall not see you
after to-night. You must permit me to thank you for your kindness to the
poor old proscribed monk, and your evident desire to procure him
comfort; all so much the more commendable in you, since you are a
stranger, and not of my religion. I give you my thanks and my blessing;
they are all I have to give; and I shall not cease to pray the good God,
who is no respecter of persons, to reward you for your goodness, and to
grant you his grace.
“‘But, my dear lady, I am a priest; I am also an old man, and have not
many days to tarry here. Let me speak to you in all sincerity and
freedom.’
“Do so, my father, said I, as my eyes filled with tears.
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