The Station; The Party Fight And Funeral; The Lough Derg Pilgrim: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume ThreeCarleton, William
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The Station; The Party Fight And Funeral; The Lough Derg Pilgrim: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume Three
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
At length we entered the last receptacle of the dead. The coffin was now
placed upon the shoulders of the son and brothers of the deceased, and
borne round the church-yard; whilst the priest, with his stole upon him,
preceded it, reading prayers for the eternal repose of the soul. Being
then laid beside the grave, a “De profundis” was repeated by the priest
and the mass-server; after which a portion of fresh clay, carried from
the fields, was brought to his Reverence, who read a prayer over it,
and consecrated it. This is a ceremony which is never omitted at the
interment of a Roman Catholic. When it was over, the coffin was laid
into the grave, and the blessed clay shaken over it. The priest now
took the shovel in his own hands, and threw in the three first
shovelfuls--one in the name of the Father, one in the name of the Son,
and one in the name of the Holy Ghost. The sexton then took it, and in a
short time Denis Kelly was fixed for ever in his narrow bed.
While these ceremonies were going forward, the churchyard presented a
characteristic picture. Beside the usual groups who straggle through the
place, to amuse themselves by reading the inscriptions on the tombs,
you might see many individuals kneeling on particular graves, where
some relation lay--for the benefit of whose soul they offered up their
prayers with an attachment and devotion which one cannot but admire.
Sometimes all the surviving members of the family would assemble, and
repeat a Rosary for the same purpose. Again, you might see an unhappy
woman beside a newly-made grave, giving way to lamentation and sorrow
for the loss of a husband, or of some beloved child. Here, you might
observe the “last bed” ornamented with hoops, decked in white paper,
emblematic of the virgin innocence of the individual who slept
below;--there, a little board-cross informing you that “this monument
was erected by a disconsolate husband to the memory of his beloved
wife.” But that which excited greatest curiosity was a sycamore-tree,
which grow in the middle of the burying-ground.
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