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claiming the privilege of common sepulture; for forty…two years;

although the cure of Biarritz had to pay one hundred livres for every

Cagot not interred in the right place。  The inhabitants indemnified

the curate for all these fines。



M。 de Romagne; Bishop of Tarbes; who died in seventeen hundred and

sixty…eight; was the first to allow a Cagot to fill any office in the

Church。  To be sure; some were so spiritless as to reject office when

it was offered to them; because; by so claiming their equality; they

had to pay the same taxes as other men; instead of the Rancale or

pole…tax levied on the Cagots; the collector of which had also a

right to claim a piece of bread of a certain size for his dog at

every Cagot dwelling。



Even in the present century; it has been necessary in some churches

for the archdeacon of the district; followed by all his clergy; to

pass out of the small door previously appropriated to the Cagots; in

order to mitigate the superstition which; even so lately; made the

people refuse to mingle with them in the house of God。  A Cagot once

played the congregation at Larroque a trick suggested by what I have

just named。  He slily locked the great parish…door of the church;

while the greater part of the inhabitants were assisting at mass

inside; put gravel into the lock itself; so as to prevent the use of

any duplicate key;and had the pleasure of seeing the proud pure…

blooded people file out with bended head; through the small low door

used by the abhorred Cagots。



We are naturally shocked at discovering; from facts such as these;

the causeless rancour with which innocent and industrious people were

so recently persecuted。  The moral of the history of the accursed

race may; perhaps; be best conveyed in the words of an epitaph on

Mrs。 Mary Hand; who lies buried in the churchyard of Stratford…on…

Avon:…





What faults you saw in me;

Pray strive to shun;

And look at home; there's

Something to be done。









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