The Station; The Party Fight And Funeral; The Lough Derg Pilgrim eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 265 pages of information about The Station; The Party Fight And Funeral; The Lough Derg Pilgrim.

The Station; The Party Fight And Funeral; The Lough Derg Pilgrim eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 265 pages of information about The Station; The Party Fight And Funeral; The Lough Derg Pilgrim.
had such an effect upon me, that I imagined several times that the awful penalty was exacted, and that my reason was gone for ever.  I frequently started, and on seeing two dim lights upon the altar, and on hearing the ceaseless and eternal murmurs going on—­going on—­around me, without being immediately able to ascribe them to their proper cause, I set myself down as a lost man; for on that terror I was provokingly clear during the whole night.  I more than once gave an involuntary groan or shriek, on finding myself in this singular state; so did many others, and these groans and shrieks were wildly and fearfully contrasted with the never-ending hum, which, like the ceaseless noise of a distant waterfall, went on during the night.  The perspiration occasioned by this inconceivable distress, by the heat of the place, and by the unchangeableness of my position, flowed profusely from every core.  About two o’clock in the morning an unhappy young man, either in a state of lethargic indifference, or under the influence of these sudden paroxysms, threw himself, or fell from one of the galleries, and was so shattered by the fall that he died next day at twelve o’clock,—­and, what was not much to the credit of the clergymen on the island—­without the benefit of the clergy; for I saw a priest with his stole and box of chrism finishing off his extreme unction when he was quite dead.  This is frequently done in the Church of Rome, under a hope that life may not be utterly extinct, and that consequently the final separation of the soul and body may not have taken place.

In this prison, during the night, several persons go about with rods and staves, rapping those on the head whom they see heavy; snuff-boxes also go around very freely, elbows are jogged, chins chucked, and ears twitched, for the purpose of keeping each other awake.  The rods and staves are frequently changed from hand to hand, and I thought it would be a lucky job if I could get one for a little, to enable me to change my position.  I accordingly asked a man who had been a long time banging in this manner, if he would allow me to take his place for some time, and he was civil enough to do so.  I therefore set out on my travels through the prison, rapping about me at a great rate, and with remarkable effect; for, whatever was the cause of it, I perceived that not a soul seemed the least inclined to doze after a visit from me; on the contrary, I observed several to scratch their heads, giving me at the same time significant looks of very sincere thankfulness.

But what I am convinced was the most meritorious act of my whole pilgrimage, as it was certainly the most zealously performed, was a remembrance I gave the squat fellow, who visited me in the early part of the night.  He was engaged, tooth and nail, with another man, at a De Profundis, and although not asleep at the time, yet on the principle that prevention is better than cure, I thought it more prudent to let him have his rap before the occasion for it might come on:  he accordingly got full payment, at compound interest, for the villanous knock he had lent me before.

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