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crated her to God and His Blessed Mo<strong>the</strong>r, but to be laid in<br />

<strong>the</strong>m on her bier. I thought but a few hours wns no danger<br />

ago, that <strong>the</strong>m<br />

<strong>of</strong> this being granted. But in <strong>the</strong> hearing <strong>of</strong><br />

your prayer, hers haw received its boon. She made ano<strong>the</strong>r,<br />

too, but I know not yet its result.' 1<br />

" What was it?" eagerly asked Pierrot. She :<br />

replied<br />

" She <strong>of</strong>fered up <strong>the</strong> life which she prized HO little, as n nac-<br />

ritice, to obtain your return to grace, in id virtue."<br />

" <strong>The</strong>n she has been heard," answered with broken nobs, <strong>the</strong><br />

unhappy Pierrot.<br />

He had scarcely uttered <strong>the</strong>se w<strong>or</strong>ds, when a bright light<br />

darted to <strong>the</strong> eyes <strong>of</strong> each, as if a bright star had on a sudden<br />

arisen. <strong>The</strong>y looked around in amazement ; it was <strong>the</strong> light<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lamp rekindled in <strong>the</strong> Sanctuary, and again shining on<br />

still m<strong>or</strong>e on perceiving that <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> was open, and discovering<br />

<strong>the</strong> lantern on <strong>the</strong> ground, he saw at once that he had had<br />

a narrow escape from sacrilege. How this had been prevented<br />

he could not conceive, and he remained examining every<br />

place, and pondering on <strong>the</strong> strange circumstance, when he perceived<br />

footsteps approaching. His alarm was changed into<br />

grief, when he saw that it was Pierrot and his wife, <strong>the</strong> f<strong>or</strong>mer<br />

bearing in his arms <strong>the</strong> dead body <strong>of</strong> his daughter.<br />

It was long bef<strong>or</strong>e his sympathising s<strong>or</strong>row allowed him to<br />

listen to <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r's tale <strong>of</strong> affliction. She told it at last with-<br />

out mentioning her husband's name, except where she described<br />

him as madly rusaing down <strong>the</strong> precipice to recover his<br />

child. But <strong>the</strong> good old man now saw his own, and a no less<br />

kneel, and covered with a black velvet pall. Upon it, facing<br />

////; LA.Mr /' rut': 9<br />

<strong>the</strong> niter, tho c<strong>or</strong>pse was placed, in its ^now-white spotless<br />

dress, <strong>the</strong> hands it h her crueilix placed between <strong>the</strong>m, and<br />

her beads twined around <strong>the</strong>m, .don <strong>the</strong> breast; her<br />

long silken trcKKcs Honied i<br />

.ders, mid thn wreath<br />

which she herself hail twined was placed upon her head.<br />

On ei<strong>the</strong>r Hide knell one <strong>of</strong> her now broken-lit ailed parents!<br />

but Pierrot soon passed to <strong>the</strong> knees <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> venerable<br />

where ho poured f<strong>or</strong>th with deep contrition an tears<br />

thn (if hist<strong>or</strong>y his past crimes, an<br />

w<strong>or</strong>m <strong>of</strong> a rem<strong>or</strong>seful conscience, f<strong>or</strong> thn tender<br />

'nging<br />

consolation<br />

<strong>of</strong> loving repentance, and assurance <strong>of</strong> pardon by <strong>the</strong> absolu-<br />

>f Clirist's minister.<br />

He was again at his f<strong>or</strong>mer post, kneeling by <strong>the</strong> b<br />

<strong>the</strong> narrow and slippery path. Both hailed <strong>the</strong> omen, <strong>or</strong> ra<strong>the</strong>r<br />

<strong>the</strong> emblem and token <strong>of</strong> returning grace.<br />

<strong>The</strong> good priest had been awakened by <strong>the</strong> cry that had<br />

startled <strong>the</strong> robbers, and had arisen to ascertain its cause. He<br />

went first to his chapel, and to his astonishment found it dark.<br />

It was some time bef<strong>or</strong>e he procured a light, find had in that<br />

momer.t relighted <strong>the</strong> lamp. On finding it drawn his child. But now her spirit seemed to him to hover in (lie<br />

s<strong>of</strong>t radiance above him, and to smile upon him in <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> sacred lamp. He could imagine<br />

down, and<br />

it mingling with a<br />

choirs descending to rejoice over, <strong>the</strong> sinner brought to repentance,<br />

and flittiug around him, hand in hand with that guardian<br />

spirit who had never abandoned him in all his wanderings.<br />

And as he looked, to assure himself <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> reality <strong>of</strong> his state,<br />

to <strong>the</strong> bier beside him, it seemed to him as if a new smile<br />

had played upon her features, and a tinge <strong>of</strong> life had returned<br />

to her countenance.<br />

M<strong>or</strong>ning was come, and tke well-known death-bell sounded<br />

from <strong>the</strong> little turret <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chapel. <strong>The</strong> neighb<strong>or</strong>s stai ted at<br />

its voice, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>y had heaxd <strong>of</strong> no illness near <strong>the</strong>m, and<br />

crowded in kind anxiety to <strong>the</strong> Sanctuary. <strong>The</strong>y faltered aa<br />

<strong>the</strong>y entered, in astonishment and s<strong>or</strong>row. <strong>The</strong> tale wa<br />

whispered from one to ano<strong>the</strong>r ; <strong>the</strong> flight <strong>of</strong> those naturally<br />

suspected <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> attempted sacrilege, confirmed all <strong>the</strong>ir con-<br />

jectures, while Pierrot's being with his wife and dau^htei<br />

screened him from suspicion.<br />

Many tears <strong>of</strong> unaffected s<strong>or</strong>row graced thatfur.eral, but sheii<br />

m<strong>or</strong>e in sympathy f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> surviv<strong>or</strong>s, than from grief over hei<br />

whom all now envied. Mo<strong>the</strong>rs held up <strong>the</strong>ir little ones to<br />

Icok upon that c<strong>or</strong>pse ;<br />

beautiful, solution <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mysteries <strong>of</strong> that night than that <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> parents, as he said:<br />

" Now I understand it alL Not only has her wish been<br />

gratified, <strong>of</strong> never returning to a w<strong>or</strong>ldly garb, but she has<br />

proved <strong>the</strong> guardian and protecting spirit <strong>of</strong> this her fav<strong>or</strong>ite<br />

Sanctuary, which she so much ad<strong>or</strong>ned. But f<strong>or</strong> that fatal<br />

accident to her and <strong>the</strong> pang it caused her mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> robbers,<br />

whoever <strong>the</strong>y were, would have accomplished <strong>the</strong>ir w<strong>or</strong>k. F<strong>or</strong>,<br />

no doubt, <strong>the</strong> cry which awoke me, scared <strong>the</strong>m. By her<br />

death she has saved this holy place from pillage. She was<br />

herself as a second Lamp <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Sanctuary; how natural that<br />

putting out <strong>of</strong> one should cause <strong>the</strong> extinction <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r."<br />

<strong>The</strong>ir plans were soon arranged. A bier was placed in <strong>the</strong><br />

middle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong>, on <strong>the</strong> very spot where she loved to<br />

and instead <strong>of</strong> shrinking from it in terr<strong>or</strong>,<br />

<strong>the</strong>y stretched out <strong>the</strong>ir arms to ask to embrace it.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re was long in <strong>the</strong> cemetery <strong>of</strong> Mont-Marie a grave<br />

greener than all <strong>the</strong> rest, and decked each day by children's<br />

hands with <strong>the</strong> faireat flowers and if ; you had asked auv <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> little lab<strong>or</strong>ers whose it was he would have told you with<br />

wondering eyes that it was Marie's as if no one else had ever<br />

been called <strong>the</strong>re by that name.<br />

After some years <strong>the</strong>re were two o<strong>the</strong>r graves near <strong>the</strong> fav<strong>or</strong>ite<br />

spot ; <strong>the</strong>y were those <strong>of</strong> her parents, hon<strong>or</strong>ed by all f<strong>or</strong><br />

virtue and venerable old age. Pierrot left it to be told after<br />

his death how his virtue and his happiness, his crimes, his<br />

punishment, liis repentance, and his<br />

f<strong>or</strong>giveness, had been<br />

INEVEB had <strong>the</strong> happiness <strong>of</strong> knowing my mo<strong>the</strong>r; she<br />

died a few hours after my birth. My relatives were all<br />

very po<strong>or</strong>, and my fa<strong>the</strong>r owed his hon<strong>or</strong>able position in <strong>the</strong><br />

w<strong>or</strong>ld entirely to his own talents and industry. After distin-<br />

guishing himself at <strong>the</strong> bar by his eloquence, he was, in 1816,<br />

elected Att<strong>or</strong>ney-General. Being a widower, and constantly<br />

occupied in <strong>the</strong> duties <strong>of</strong> his <strong>of</strong>fice, he was obliged to entrust<br />

me to <strong>the</strong> care <strong>of</strong> strangers; but his affection made him wary<br />

in <strong>the</strong> choice <strong>of</strong> instruct<strong>or</strong>s, and <strong>the</strong> school which sheltered my<br />

infancy proved his tender solicitude.<br />

<strong>of</strong> fourteen I was removed to an establishment<br />

At <strong>the</strong> age<br />

f<strong>or</strong> m<strong>or</strong>e advanced students, where <strong>the</strong> sciences were taught<br />

and youths prepared f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> learned pr<strong>of</strong>essions.<br />

This house, situated in one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> most beautiful suburbs<br />

<strong>of</strong> Paris, was deservedly celebrated. <strong>The</strong> terms were high, on<br />

account <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> first-rate masters who attended, and <strong>the</strong> domestin<br />

hich warp, far Knne.ri<strong>or</strong>. in noiiit, <strong>of</strong> comf<strong>or</strong>t.<br />

wonderfully connected with <strong>the</strong> Lamp <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Sanctuary.<br />

GRANDFATHER KEROUAN.<br />

to <strong>the</strong> generality <strong>of</strong> schools. It was ra<strong>the</strong>r extra<strong>or</strong>dinary that<br />

one so po<strong>or</strong> as myself should be placed in such an establishment,<br />

but in this respect my fa<strong>the</strong>r might, perhaps, have done<br />

m<strong>or</strong>e than his circumstances warranted, and his love f<strong>or</strong> me<br />

was so great that he would, if necessary, have deprived himself<br />

<strong>of</strong> every comf<strong>or</strong>t to give me a complete education. On my arrival<br />

I was kindly received and welcomed by a youth <strong>of</strong> my<br />

own age, who frankly <strong>of</strong>fered me his friendship. His countenance<br />

was mild and prepossessing, his manners c<strong>or</strong>dial and<br />

elegant; and sad as I was at <strong>the</strong> separation from my fa<strong>the</strong>r,<br />

whom I had been visiting a month, and depressed at <strong>the</strong> idea<br />

<strong>of</strong> being thrown amongst so many boys so much older than<br />

myself, I gratefully and eagerly met his advances. In our<br />

youthful years, bef<strong>or</strong>e distrust chills our affections, a few<br />

days intimacy is <strong>of</strong>ten sufficient to f<strong>or</strong>m a friendship, and<br />

Henri, f<strong>or</strong> that was <strong>the</strong> name <strong>of</strong> my young companion, soon<br />

became verv dear to me. Mv friend hud. hnwRver a fan If

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