The Story of a Peninsular Veteran: Sergeant in the Forty-Third Light Infantry, during the Peninsular WarAnonymous
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The Story of a Peninsular Veteran: Sergeant in the Forty-Third Light Infantry, during the Peninsular War
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Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
But this is a digression. With regard to myself, a
215powerful conviction rested at this season on my mind, that
I was not in the right path; but being shackled with the
trammels of popery, which I surveyed with increasing suspicion,
I scarcely knew how to proceed. During the time
I was in Ireland, my besetments on this account were painfully
distressing. ‘If the blind lead the blind, shall they not
both fall into the ditch?’ and for some time my spiritual
guides conducted me into many a miserable quagmire of
superstition and absurdity. On complaining of uneasiness
of mind, I was directed to proceed forthwith to the priest,
in order to confess and receive absolution. My misgivings,
as to the value of these services, grew stronger; but the
importunity of friends prevailed, and away I went. On
arriving at the chapel, which, in fact, was a barn, I found a
crowd of persons, all waiting to be relieved of their respective
moral burdens. His reverence at length appeared;
and a haughtier figure I do not remember to have seen.
On commencing the service, which to me was an intolerable
jargon, a fierce rush was made by those without for admission.
The reason for such haste did not consist in any
specially devout desire first to catch the benedictions of
the reverend gentleman. We had been informed that it
was a deadly sin to eat before confession; so that hunger
had nearly driven us to extremities; and an open door,
leading to what it might, was hailed with delight, as the
promise of relief of some sort. On pressing forward, I
unfortunately broke my watch-glass, which by no means
tended either to sweeten or equalize my feelings; and after
a tremendous row, which had nearly ended in a fight, I
was ushered into the presence of the priest. ‘Tell out your
sins,’ said he. This was a terrific commencement; but
there was no escape. I therefore related several particulars
of my past life, not forgetting several occurrences that took
place during my campaigns abroad. He then advised a course
of penance, and ordered me to see him again, stating that
216on a future occasion he should administer the Eucharist,
after which all would be well. I hope he obtained a forgiveness
better than that he pretended to bestow.
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