Religion: Konkle

Tossed in jeopardy on the prone sea, or waiting in anguish by a sick-bed while a human spirit wags and gutters in the draught of death, men pray rashly, and implore with extravagant promises the mercy of the Deity. If Christ will deliver them out of their peril, they swear to burn every evening a tall candle before His Mother's shrine; if he will let their darling live, they will erect a church to his glory. The sea grows calm; disease leaves the wracked body. Men smile, and forthwith forget both their anguish and...

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