Life of St John Vianney.pdf - the Catholic Kingdom!

Life of St John Vianney.pdf - the Catholic Kingdom! Life of St John Vianney.pdf - the Catholic Kingdom!

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"""""And"""206 THE CUR* OF AJRS.with desperate energy,it occurred to me to take hisBreviary from him, in order to compel him to a retreat ;but he contented himself with telling me that he shouldrecite his Office when he got to Lyons.What, M. le Cure ! said I, with an air of greatastonishment, you will pass a whole day without sayingyour Office?At this unexpected apostrophe, he said with a littleembarrassment :" *I have another Breviary at home, which belongedto Mgr. Devie.and fetch it.Well, M. le Cure*, we will gohe consented to return ;which was more thanI had hopedfor. As we turned back, the first strokes ofthe tocsin sounded.aloud.They are ringing the Angelus, said Brother Jerome.M. Vianney knelt down, and began to say the AngelusSuppose, said I, leaving him in his illusion, anddesiring above all things to fgain time, suppose we saya decade of the rosary for a good journey to you ?No, no I;can say my rosary on the way.As we approached the church, the crowd grew thickerand thicker. M. le Cure seemed neither surprised nordisconcerted. He arrived at the presbytery, mounted thestairs in great haste, and went into his room.I followed,and remained there with him, making a show of lookingamong his books for the one he wanted, but in realityturning everything over, and making such a confusionthat it was impossible to find any thing. I contrived to retard the discovery of the desired volume as long as possible,and then to put it out of his way again, just as his handwas about to lay hold of it. In the midst of these subtle

"M."""""""M."HIS SECOND ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE. 207manoeuvres,my eyes suddenly lighted upon a portrait ofMgr. Devie. Calling to mind the history of his firstflight,which I happened to have heard related the evening before by M. Raymond, I suddenly addressed him :le Cure, look at Mgr. Devie ! I am sure thathe is at this moment looking at you with astonishment *We ! ought to respect the will of a Bishop during his life,and much more after his death. Remember what he saidto you ten years ago.Disturbed at the remembrance of one whom he hadalways loved and venerated with all his heart, M. Vianneyfaltered out, with the simplicity of a child threatened withits father s displeasure :Monseigneur will not scold me ; he knows verywell that I have need to go and weep over my poor life.As we left the room, we met M. le Comte des Garets,who came in his turn to use the authority of his characterand long friendship with M. Vianney to induce him tochange his purpose.M. le Cure seemed not to listen to him, replied coldlyto his remonstrances, and left him under the impressionthat he was acting under a presentiment of his approaching end."There was something ironical and bitter in the toneand manner of M. Vianney throughout this scene, whichstruck all who were present as different from his usualsweet serenity."It no doubt betrayed," says M. Monnin,"the presenceof temptation."Meanwhile the old village had been roused by the firsistrokes of the bell, the continued clang of which was nowmingled with confused cries of le Cur !NobodyII vous fait de gros yeux."

&quot;M.&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;M.&quot;HIS SECOND ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE. 207manoeuvres,my eyes suddenly lighted upon a portrait <strong>of</strong>Mgr. Devie. Calling to mind <strong>the</strong> history <strong>of</strong> his firstflight,which I happened to have heard related <strong>the</strong> evening before by M. Raymond, I suddenly addressed him :le Cure, look at Mgr. Devie ! I am sure tha<strong>the</strong> is at this moment looking at you with astonishment *We ! ought to respect <strong>the</strong> will <strong>of</strong> a Bishop during his life,and much more after his death. Remember what he saidto you ten years ago.Disturbed at <strong>the</strong> remembrance <strong>of</strong> one whom he hadalways loved and venerated with all his heart, M. <strong>Vianney</strong>faltered out, with <strong>the</strong> simplicity <strong>of</strong> a child threatened withits fa<strong>the</strong>r s displeasure :Monseigneur will not scold me ; he knows verywell that I have need to go and weep over my poor life.As we left <strong>the</strong> room, we met M. le Comte des Garets,who came in his turn to use <strong>the</strong> authority <strong>of</strong> his characterand long friendship with M. <strong>Vianney</strong> to induce him tochange his purpose.M. le Cure seemed not to listen to him, replied coldlyto his remonstrances, and left him under <strong>the</strong> impressionthat he was acting under a presentiment <strong>of</strong> his approaching end.&quot;There was something ironical and bitter in <strong>the</strong> toneand manner <strong>of</strong> M. <strong>Vianney</strong> throughout this scene, whichstruck all who were present as different from his usualsweet serenity.&quot;It no doubt betrayed,&quot; says M. Monnin,&quot;<strong>the</strong> presence<strong>of</strong> temptation.&quot;Meanwhile <strong>the</strong> old village had been roused by <strong>the</strong> firsistrokes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bell, <strong>the</strong> continued clang <strong>of</strong> which was nowmingled with confused cries <strong>of</strong> le Cur !NobodyII vous fait de gros yeux.&quot;

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