he said, had fallen by their awful sin. Froebel
stood as if benumbed, without moving a muscle, or
changing a feature, exactly in face of the Capuchin,
in amongst the people; and we others also looked straight
before us, immovable. The parents of our pupils,
as well as the pupils themselves, and many others,
had already fled midway in the monk’s Jeremiad.
Every one expected the affair to end badly for us;
and our friends, outside the church, were taking precautions
for our safety, and concerting measures for seizing
the monk who was thus inciting the mob to riot.
We stood quite still all the time in our places listening
patiently to the close of the Capuchin’s tirade:
“Win, then, for yourselves an everlasting treasure
in heaven.” shouted he, “bring this misery
to an end, and suffer the wretched men to remain no
longer amongst you. Hunt the wolves from the
land, to the glory of God and the rage of the devil.
Then will peace and blessing return, and great joy
in heaven with God, and on earth with those who heartily
serve Him and His saints. Amen.” Hardly
had he uttered the last word than he disappeared through
a side door and was no more seen. As for us,
we passed quietly through the staring and threatening
mob. No hand was raised against us at that moment,
but danger lay about us on every side, and it was
no pleasure to recognise the fact that the sword of
Damokles always hung by a hair over our head.
Feeling very uneasy at our insecure condition, I was
sent, on the part of the rest, to the authorities
of the canton, especially to Abbe Girard,[137] and
the mayor, Eduard Pfyffer, to beg that they would
provide for our safety with all the means in their
power. On my way I was recognised by a priest
for one of the newly-introduced “heretics”
as I rested a moment in an inn. The people there
began to talk freely about me, and to cast looks of
hatred and contempt at me. At last, the priest
waxing bolder and bolder, accused me aloud of abominable
heresy. I arose slowly, crossed with a firm step
over to the black-frocked one, and asked him, “Do
you know, sir, who Jesus Christ was, and do you hold
Him in any particular esteem?” Quite nonplussed
by my firm and quiet address he stammered out, “Certainly,
He is God the Son, and we must all honour Him and
believe on Him, if we are to escape everlasting damnation.”
I continued, “Then perhaps you can tell me whether
Christ was a Catholic or a Protestant?”
The black-frock was silenced, the crowd stared, and presently began to applaud. The priest made off, and I was left in peace. My question had answered better than a long speech.