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

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42 THE CURE OF ARS.Ars is a little village of the ancient principality ofLes Dombes, now the department of Trevoux. In theyear 1818 none of the roads existed which now breakthe monotony of its features. The houses were scarcelyvisible amid the thick foliage of its fruit-trees. Theywere scattered here and there without any regard to symmetrical order, only clustering a little more thickly roundthe ancient steeple of the same date with the fine oldfeudal castle which commands the village from the north.A silent peace, bordering upon melancholy,is the characteristic feature of the villages which lie sequestered amongthe wooded valleys of the Dombes ;the streams flowthe air islazily along, to pay their tribute to the Saone ;heavy and relaxing, a circumstance not to be forgottenwhen we attempt to appreciate the lifesuperhuman ofunflinching and unremittinglabour which was led in s(depressing an atmosphere.The population of Ars iswholly agricultural. Theloving veneration which theyhave at alltimes borne totheir pastors shows that these poor villagers are susceptible of deep impressions, and faithful in preserving them.At the reestablishment of religion in France, the AbbeBerger had been appointed Cure of Ars and he remained;there nearly to the time of M. Vianneys arrival, in thebeginning of Lent, the 9th of February 1818. The newcure came in most apostolic poverty. The furniture whichhe had inherited from his holy master consisted of awooden bedstead and some coverlets, of which his charitysoon dispossessed him, inventing such arrangementsforhis night s lodging as would have amazed M. Baileyhimself.It is said that, when he first caught sight of the roofsof his parish, he knelt down toimplore a blessing upon

"them.IS NOMINATED CURE OF AR8. 43When asked if this were true, he made his usualIt is not a bad idea." Thereply on such occasions,people of Ars were not slow to discover what a treasurethey possessed in their new cure. Those who heard hisfirst Mass were struck with his extraordinary fervour, andwith the saiutliness of his whole bearing. The generalimpression was strengthened by the report of frequentvisitors from Ecully, where his loss was still bitterly deplored. The simple peasants, rude and uncultivated asthey were, failed not to discover that their pastor wasa man of prayer, a priest in very deed after the heart ofhis Divine Master. In the beautiful words of his friendand biographer,"his heart was a most pure vessel ofmortification and prayer; and, like the thurible which hishand waved at the feet of his Lord, it was ever open towards heaven, and closed towards earth; exhaling continually that precious incense which burns to purify theair, and consumes itself in neutralising the invisible yetfatal miasma around it."With him the priest was all in all, the man nothing.M. Vianney was destitute of all natural means of attractinginterest or commanding admiration. He had none of theordinary graces of youth, nor had he yet attained thatspiritual beauty which glorified his old age. His face waspale and angular, his stature low, his gait awkward, hismanner shy and timid, his whole air common and unattractive.There was nothing in his appearance, except itsasceticism, and the singular brightness of his eyes, topress the mind of an ordinary observer.No sooner was the new cure installed in his parishthan he chose the church as his dwelling-place. Hewould be seen for hours together kneeling perfectly motionless in the midst of the sanctuary, "bathing" (to useim

42 THE CURE OF ARS.Ars is a little village <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ancient principality <strong>of</strong>Les Dombes, now <strong>the</strong> department <strong>of</strong> Trevoux. In <strong>the</strong>year 1818 none <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> roads existed which now break<strong>the</strong> monotony <strong>of</strong> its features. The houses were scarcelyvisible amid <strong>the</strong> thick foliage <strong>of</strong> its fruit-trees. Theywere scattered here and <strong>the</strong>re without any regard to symmetrical order, only clustering a little more thickly round<strong>the</strong> ancient steeple <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> same date with <strong>the</strong> fine oldfeudal castle which commands <strong>the</strong> village from <strong>the</strong> north.A silent peace, bordering upon melancholy,is <strong>the</strong> characteristic feature <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> villages which lie sequestered among<strong>the</strong> wooded valleys <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Dombes ;<strong>the</strong> streams flow<strong>the</strong> air islazily along, to pay <strong>the</strong>ir tribute to <strong>the</strong> Saone ;heavy and relaxing, a circumstance not to be forgottenwhen we attempt to appreciate <strong>the</strong> lifesuperhuman <strong>of</strong>unflinching and unremittinglabour which was led in s(depressing an atmosphere.The population <strong>of</strong> Ars iswholly agricultural. Theloving veneration which <strong>the</strong>yhave at alltimes borne to<strong>the</strong>ir pastors shows that <strong>the</strong>se poor villagers are susceptible <strong>of</strong> deep impressions, and faithful in preserving <strong>the</strong>m.At <strong>the</strong> reestablishment <strong>of</strong> religion in France, <strong>the</strong> AbbeBerger had been appointed Cure <strong>of</strong> Ars and he remained;<strong>the</strong>re nearly to <strong>the</strong> time <strong>of</strong> M. <strong>Vianney</strong>s arrival, in <strong>the</strong>beginning <strong>of</strong> Lent, <strong>the</strong> 9th <strong>of</strong> February 1818. The newcure came in most apostolic poverty. The furniture whichhe had inherited from his holy master consisted <strong>of</strong> awooden bedstead and some coverlets, <strong>of</strong> which his charitysoon dispossessed him, inventing such arrangementsforhis night s lodging as would have amazed M. Baileyhimself.It is said that, when he first caught sight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong>s<strong>of</strong> his parish, he knelt down toimplore a blessing upon

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