John Francis Bloxam

Summary

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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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?
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John Francis Bloxam The Priest and the Acolyte

How dare the world presume to judge us? What is convention to us? Nevertheless, although I really knew that such a love was beautiful and blameless, although from the bottom of my heart I despised the narrow judgment of the world, yet for his sake and for the sake of our Church, I tried at first to resist.
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