On the first Sunday in the month of August, 1815, at ten o'clock precisely, as on every Sunday morning-the sacristan of the parish church at Sairmeuse sounded the three strokes of the bell which wa...

On the first Sunday in the month of August, 1815, at ten o'clock precisely, as on every Sunday morning-the sacristan of the parish church at Sairmeuse sounded the three strokes of the bell which warn the faithful that the priest is ascending the steps of the altar to celebrate high mass. The church was already more than half full, and from every side little groups of peasants were hurrying into the church-year. The women were all in their bravest attire, with cunning little fichus crossed upon their breasts, broad-striped, brightly colored skirts, and large white coifs. Being as economical as they were coquettish, they came barefooted, bringing their shoes in their hands, but put them on reverentially before entering the house of God. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.