the monk(僧侣)-第3节

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ask　you；　Have　you　then　any　aversion　to　Matrimony？'

'That　is　an　home　question。　　I　cannot　but　confess；　that　if　an
amiable　Cavalier　was　to　present　himself。　。　。　。'

Here　She　intended　to　throw　a　tender　and　significant　look　upon　Don
Christoval；　But；　as　She　unluckily　happened　to　squint　most
abominably；　the　glance　fell　directly　upon　his　Companion：　　Lorenzo
took　the　compliment　to　himself；　and　answered　it　by　a　profound
bow。

'May　I　enquire；'　said　He；　'the　name　of　the　Marquis？'

'The　Marquis　de　las　Cisternas。'

'I　know　him　intimately　well。　　He　is　not　at　present　in　Madrid；　but
is　expected　here　daily。　　He　is　one　of　the　best　of　Men；　and　if　the
lovely　Antonia　will　permit　me　to　be　her　Advocate　with　him；　I
doubt　not　my　being　able　to　make　a　favourable　report　of　her
cause。'

Antonia　raised　her　blue　eyes；　and　silently　thanked　him　for　the
offer　by　a　smile　of　inexpressible　sweetness。　　Leonella's
satisfaction　was　much　more　loud　and　audible：　Indeed；　as　her　Niece
was　generally　silent　in　her　company；　She　thought　it　incumbent
upon　her　to　talk　enough　for　both：　　This　She　managed　without
difficulty；　for　She　very　seldom　found　herself　deficient　in　words。

'Oh！　Segnor！'　She　cried；　'You　will　lay　our　whole　family　under　the
most　signal　obligations！　　I　accept　your　offer　with　all　possible
gratitude；　and　return　you　a　thousand　thanks　for　the　generosity　of
your　proposal。　Antonia；　why　do　not　you　speak；　Child？　　While　the
Cavalier　says　all　sorts　of　civil　things　to　you；　you　sit　like　a
Statue；　and　never　utter　a　syllable　of　thanks；　either　bad；　good；
or　indifferent！'

'My　dear　Aunt；　I　am　very　sensible　that。　。　。　。'

'Fye；　Niece！　　How　often　have　I　told　you；　that　you　never　should
interrupt　a　Person　who　is　speaking！？　　When　did　you　ever　know　me
do　such　a　thing？　　Are　these　your　Murcian　manners？　　Mercy　on　me！　
I　shall　never　be　able　to　make　this　Girl　any　thing　like　a　Person
of　good　breeding。　　But　pray；　Segnor；'　She　continued；　addressing
herself　to　Don　Christoval；　'inform　me；　why　such　a　Crowd　is
assembled　today　in　this　Cathedral？'

'Can　you　possibly　be　ignorant；　that　Ambrosio；　Abbot　of　this
Monastery；　pronounces　a　Sermon　in　this　Church　every　Thursday？　
All　Madrid　rings　with　his　praises。　　As　yet　He　has　preached　but
thrice；　But　all　who　have　heard　him　are　so　delighted　with　his
eloquence；　that　it　is　as　difficult　to　obtain　a　place　at　Church；
as　at　the　first　representation　of　a　new　Comedy。　　His　fame
certainly　must　have　reached　your　ears'

'Alas！　Segnor；　till　yesterday　I　never　had　the　good　fortune　to　see
Madrid；　and　at　Cordova　we　are　so　little　informed　of　what　is
passing　in　the　rest　of　the　world；　that　the　name　of　Ambrosio　has
never　been　mentioned　in　its　precincts。'

'You　will　find　it　in　every　one's　mouth　at　Madrid。　　He　seems　to
have　fascinated　the　Inhabitants；　and　not　having　attended　his
Sermons　myself；　I　am　astonished　at　the　Enthusiasm　which　He　has
excited。　　The　adoration　paid　him　both　by　Young　and　Old；　by　Man
and　Woman　is　unexampled。　　The　Grandees　load　him　with　presents；
Their　Wives　refuse　to　have　any　other　Confessor；　and　he　is　known
through　all　the　city　by　the　name　of　the　''Man　of　Holiness''。'

'Undoubtedly；　Segnor；　He　is　of　noble　origin'

'That　point　still　remains　undecided。　　The　late　Superior　of　the
Capuchins　found　him　while　yet　an　Infant　at　the　Abbey　door。　　All
attempts　to　discover　who　had　left　him　there　were　vain；　and　the
Child　himself　could　give　no　account　of　his　Parents。　　He　was
educated　in　the　Monastery；　where　He　has　remained　ever　since。　　He
early　showed　a　strong　inclination　for　study　and　retirement；　and
as　soon　as　He　was　of　a　proper　age；　He　pronounced　his　vows。　　No
one　has　ever　appeared　to　claim　him；　or　clear　up　the　mystery　which
conceals　his　birth；　and　the　Monks；　who　find　their　account　in　the
favour　which　is　shewn　to　their　establishment　from　respect　to　him；
have　not　hesitated　to　publish　that　He　is　a　present　to　them　from
the　Virgin。　　In　truth　the　singular　austerity　of　his　life　gives
some　countenance　to　the　report。　　He　is　now　thirty　years　old；
every　hour　of　which　period　has　been　passed　in　study；　total
seclusion　from　the　world；　and　mortification　of　the　flesh。　　Till
these　last　three　weeks；　when　He　was　chosen　superior　of　the
Society　to　which　He　belongs；　He　had　never　been　on　the　outside　of
the　Abbey　walls：　　Even　now　He　never　quits　them　except　on
Thursdays；　when　He　delivers　a　discourse　in　this　Cathedral　which
all　Madrid　assembles　to　hear。　　His　knowledge　is　said　to　be　the
most　profound；　his　eloquence　the　most　persuasive。　　In　the　whole
course　of　his　life　He　has　never　been　known　to　transgress　a　single
rule　of　his　order；　The　smallest　stain　is　not　to　be　discovered
upon　his　character；　and　He　is　reported　to　be　so　strict　an
observer　of　Chastity；　that　He　knows　not　in　what　consists　the
difference　of　Man　and　Woman。　　The　common　People　therefore　esteem
him　to　be　a　Saint。'

'Does　that　make　a　Saint？'　enquired　Antonia；　'Bless　me！　　Then　am　I
one？'

'Holy　St。　Barbara！'　exclaimed　Leonella；　'What　a　question！　　Fye；
Child；　Fye！　　These　are　not　fit　subjects　for　young　Women　to
handle。　　You　should　not　seem　to　remember　that　there　is　such　a
thing　as　a　Man　in　the　world；　and　you　ought　to　imagine　every　body
to　be　of　the　same　sex　with　yourself。　　I　should　like　to　see　you
give　people　to　understand；　that　you　know　that　a　Man　has　no
breasts；　and　no　hips；　and　no　。　。　。'。

Luckily　for　Antonia's　ignorance　which　her　Aunt's　lecture　would
soon　have　dispelled；　an　universal　murmur　through　the　Church
announced　the　Preacher's　arrival。　Donna　Leonella　rose　from　her
seat　to　take　a　better　view　of　him；　and　Antonia　followed　her
example。

He　was　a　Man　of　noble　port　and　commanding　presence。　　His　stature
was　lofty；　and　his　features　uncommonly　handsome。　　His　Nose　was
aquiline；　his　eyes　large　black　and　sparkling；　and　his　dark　brows
almost　joined　together。　　His　complexion　was　of　a　deep　but　clear
Brown；　Study　and　watching　had　entirely　deprived　his　cheek　of
colour。　　Tranquillity　reigned　upon　his　smooth　unwrinkled
forehead；　and　Content；　expressed　upon　every　feature；　seemed　to
announce　the　Man　equally　unacquainted　with　cares　and　crimes。　　He
bowed　himself　with　humility　to　the　audience：　　Still　there　was　a
certain　severity　in　his　look　and　manner　that　inspired　universal
awe；　and　few　could　sustain　the　glance　of　his　eye　at　once　fiery
and　penetrating。　　Such　was　Ambrosio；　Abbot　of　the　Capuchins；　and
surnamed；　'The　Man　of　Holiness'。

Antonia；　while　She　gazed　upon　him　eagerly；　felt　a　pleasure
fluttering　in　her　bosom　which　till　then　had　been　unknown　to　her；
and　for　which　She　in　vain　endeavoured　to　account。　　She　waited
with　impatience　till　the　Sermon　should　begin；　and　when　at　length
the　Friar　spoke；　the　sound　of　his　voice　seemed　to　penetrate　into
her　very　soul。　Though　no　other　of　the　Spectators　felt　such
violent　sensations　as　did　the　young　Antonia；　yet　every　one
listened　with　interest　and　emotion。　　They　who　were　insensible　to
Religion's　merits；　were　still　enchanted　with　Ambrosio's　oratory。　
All　found　their　attention　irresistibly　attracted　while　He　spoke；
and　the　most　profound　silence　reigned　through　the　crowded　Aisles。

Even　Lorenzo　could　not　resist　the　charm：　　He　forgot　that　Antonia
was　seated　near　him；　and　listened　to　the　Preacher　with　undivided
attention。

In　language　nervous；　clear；　and　simple；　the　Monk　expatiated　on
the　beauties　of　Religion。　　He　explained　some　abstruse　parts　of
the　sacred　writings　in　a　style　that　carried　with　it　universal
conviction。　　His　voice　at　once　distinct　and　deep　was　fraught　with
all　the　terrors　of　the　Tempest；　while　He　inveighed　against　the
vices　of　humanity；　and　described　the　punishments　reserved　for
them　in　a　future　state。　　Every　Hearer　looked　back　upon　his　past
offences；　and　trembled：　　The　Thunder　seemed　to　roll；　whose　bolt
was　destined　to　crush　him；　and　the　abyss　of　eternal　destruction
to　open　before　his　feet。　　But　when　Ambrosio；　changing　his　theme；
spoke　of　the　excellence　of　an　unsullied　conscience；　of　the
glorious　prospect　which　Eternity　presented　to　the　Soul　untainted
with　reproach；　and　of　the　recompense　which　awaited　it　in　the
regions　of　everlasting　glory；　His　Auditors　felt　their　scattered
spirits　insensibly　return。　　They　threw　themselves　with　confidence
upon　the　mercy　of　their　Judge；　They　hung　with　delight　upon　the
consoling　words　of　the　Preacher；　and　while　his　full　voice　swelled
into　melody；　They　were　transported　to　those　happy　regions　which
He　painted　to　their　imaginations　in　colours　so　brilliant　and
glowing。

The　discourse　was　of　considerable　length；　Yet　when　it　concluded；
the　Audience　grieved　that　it　had　not　lasted　longer。　　Though　the
Monk　had　ceased　to　speak；　enthusiastic　silence　still　prevailed
through　the　Church：　　At　length　the　charm　gradually　dissolving；
the　general　admiration　was　expressed　in　audible　terms。　　As
Ambrosio　descended　from　the　Pulpit；　His　Auditors　crowded　round
him；　loaded　him　with　blessings；　threw　themselves　at　his　feet；　and
kissed　the　hem　of　his　Garment。　　He　passed　on　slowly　with　his
hands　crossed　devoutly　upon　his　bosom；　to　the　door　opening　into
the　Abbey　Chapel；　at　which　his　Monks　waited　to　receive　him。　　He
ascended　the　Steps；　and　then　turning　towards　his　Followers；
addressed　to　them　a　few　words　of　gratitude；　and　exhortation。　
While