Elsie Venner eBook

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About this terrible fact of congenital obliquity his new beliefs began to cluster as a centre, and to take form as a crystal around its nucleus.  Still, he might perhaps have struggled against them, had it not been for the little Roman Catholic chapel he passed every Sunday, on his way to the meeting-house.  Such a crowd of worshippers, swarming into the pews like bees, filling all the aisles, running over at the door like berries heaped too full in the measure,—­some kneeling on the steps, some standing on the sidewalk, hats off, heads down, lips moving, some looking on devoutly from the other side of the street!  Oh, could he have followed his own Bridget, maid of all work, into the heart of that steaming throng, and bowed his head while the priests intoned their Latin prayers! could he have snuffed up the cloud of frankincense, and felt that he was in the great ark which holds the better half of the Christian world, while all around it are wretched creatures, some struggling against the waves in leaky boats, and some on ill-connected rafts, and some with their heads just above water, thinking to ride out the flood which is to sweep the earth clean of sinners, upon their own private, individual life-preservers!

Such was the present state of mind of the Reverend Chauncy Fairweather, when his clerical brother called upon him to talk over the questions to which old Sophy had called his attention.

CHAPTER VIII.

The reverend doctor calls on brother Fairweather.

For the last few months, while all these various matters were going on in Rockland, the Reverend Chauncy Fairweather had been busy with the records of ancient councils and the writings of the early fathers.  The more he read, the more discontented he became with the platform upon which he and his people were standing.  They and he were clearly in a minority, and his deep inward longing to be with the majority was growing into an engrossing passion.  He yearned especially towards the good old unquestioning, authoritative Mother Church, with her articles of faith which took away the necessity for private judgment, with her traditional forms and ceremonies, and her whole apparatus of stimulants and anodynes.

About this time he procured a breviary and kept it in his desk under the loose papers.  He sent to a Catholic bookstore and obtained a small crucifix suspended from a string of beads.  He ordered his new coat to be cut very narrow in the collar and to be made single-breasted.  He began an informal series of religious conversations with Miss O’Brien, the young person of Irish extraction already referred to as Bridget, maid of all work.  These not proving very satisfactory, he managed to fall in with Father McShane, the Catholic priest of the Rockland church.

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