The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 49, November, 1861 by Various
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at last he said, in a tone that seemed like the throb of some deep,
interior anguish,-- "The Lord help him!" "Amen!" said Father Johannes, taking keen note of the apparent emotion. "You must have experience in these matters, my father," he added, after a pause,--"so many hearts have been laid open to you. I would crave to know of you what you think is the safest and most certain cure for this love of woman, if once it hath got possession of the heart." "Death!" said Father Francesco, after a solemn pause. "I do not understand you," said Father Johannes. "My son," said Father Francesco, rising up with an air of authority, "you do not understand,--there is nothing in you by which you should understand. This unhappy brother hath opened his case to me, and I have counselled him all I know of prayer and fastings and watchings and mortifications. Let him persevere in the same; and if all these fail, the good Lord will send the other in His own time. There is an end to all things in this life, and that end shall certainly come at last. Bid him persevere and hope in this.--And now, brother," added the Superior, with dignity, "if you have no other query, time flies and eternity comes on,--go, watch and pray, and leave me to my prayers also." He raised his hand with a gesture of benediction, and Father Johannes, awed in spite of himself, felt impelled to leave the apartment. |
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