John Francis Bloxam

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John Francis Bloxam,  The Priest and the Acolyte

“ After a moment the tender embrace soothed him, and he raised his beautiful mouth to the priest’s. Their lips were pressed together, and their arms wrapped one another closely.
“Oh, my darling, my own sweet darling!” the priest whispered tenderly.
“We shall be together for ever soon; nothing shall separate us now,” the child said.
“Yes, it is far better so; far better to be together in death than apart in life.”
They knelt before the altar in the silent night, the glimmer of the tapers lighting up the features of the crucifix with strange distinctness.
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Source: Gutenberg

John Francis Bloxam,  The Priest and the Acolyte

“ Would the world always be the same? For nearly twenty centuries the Christian priests had sat in the confessional and listened to the same old tale. The world seemed to him no better; always the same, the same. The young priest sighed to himself, and for a moment almost wished people would be worse. Why could they not escape from these old wearily-made paths and be a little original in their vices, if sin they must? ”
Source: Gutenberg

John Francis Bloxam,  The Priest and the Acolyte

“ But the young man had risen, pale to the lips.
“Hush!” he said in a low [52] voice; “I forbid you to speak of him before me with any thing but respect”; then softly to himself, “with any thing but reverence; with any thing but devotion.”
The other was silent, awed for the moment. Then his anger rose.
“Dare you speak openly like that? Where is your penitence, your shame? have you no sense of the horror of your sin?”
“There is no sin for which I should feel shame,” he answered very quietly. “God gave me my love for him, and He gave him also his love for me.
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Source: Gutenberg

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