The Turks, the Greeks, & the Slavons : travels in the Slavonic provinces of Turkey-in-Europe / by G. Muir Mackenzie and A.P. Irby ; with maps, and numerous illustrations by F. Kanitz.

Date:
1867
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Credit: The Turks, the Greeks, & the Slavons : travels in the Slavonic provinces of Turkey-in-Europe / by G. Muir Mackenzie and A.P. Irby ; with maps, and numerous illustrations by F. Kanitz. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by the Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh. The original may be consulted at the Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh.

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    accept the office of godmother—of godmother to little children—and thou frequentedst the christening feasts ; but thou wentest to the christening for the eating and the drinking : to the children thou gavest no gift; not a shirt, nor baby-linen, nor stockings, nor a little cap. JS^aked, barefooted, these children are standing to accuse thee before the Lord. How wilt thou answer to the Lord? Yet again I will convince thee. Thou, mother, wert a landlady, and thou didst pour out the glowing wine. Travellers came to thee,—poor travellers,—and asked of thee, How dost thou sell 1 And, mother, thou didst swear to them, ' May God or the devil receive my soul, as I give full measure for full payment.' Then what didst thou pour out to them but one hundred drachms of wine mixed with three hundred of pure water. Oh, mother ! sinful soul! full payment thou tookest, short measure thou gavest. Wait, mother, while I condemn thee. The mighty devil had power over thee, and from thy poor neighbour thou didst borrow flour; pure flour didst thou borrow, and didst render again half flour, half ash-dust. And now St. Peter and his mother came nigh to the Paradise of God ; St. Peter walking first, after him the sinful soul. They had to pass the Bridge of Thread,* and over it the saint passed safely ; but when the sinful soul would follow him, and had got to the middle of the bridge, in the midst it broke under her, and she sank down to the lowest hell. St. Peter became chief of the archangels, and prayed constantly to the Lord. Three years he begged and prayed,—three years and three days : Alas, Lord! golden God! grant me a pardon for my mother, for my mother's sinful soul! * Evidently aa idea borrowed from the Mahoraet.ms; as we have said, the legend is full of Turkish words.