"Now, Father Irwin," said the chairman, addressing a smart, keen-looking young priest who sat at the end of the table, "you have just come back to us from Australia; of course, everything is perfect there. What do you think—are the particles in a ciborium, left by inadvertence, outside the corporal during consecration consecrated? Now, just reflect for a moment, for it is an important matter."  
"Unquestionably they are," said the young priest confidently.
 
"They are not," replied the chairman. "The whole consensus of theologians is against you."
 
"For example?" said Father Irwin coolly.
 
"Wha-at?" said the chairman, taken quite aback.
 
"I doubt if all theologians are on your side," said Father Irwin. "Would you be pleased to name a few?"
 
"Certainly," said the chairman, with a pitying smile at this young man's presumption. "What do you think of Benedict XIV., Suarez, and St. Alphonsus?"
 
The young man didn't seem to be much crushed under the avalanche.
 
"They held that there should be reconsecration?"
 
"Certainly."
 
"Let me see. Do I understand you aright? The celebrant intends from the beginning to consecrate those particles?"
 
"Yes."
 
"The intention perseveres to the moment of consecration?"
 
"Yes!"
 
"And, the materia being quite right, he intends to consecrate that objective, that just lies inadvertently outside the corporal?"
 
"Quite so."
 
"And you say that Benedict XIV., Suarez, and St. Alphonsus maintain the necessity of reconsecration?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Then I pity Benedict XIV., Suarez, and St. Alphonsus."
 
There was consternation. The bishop looked grave. The old men gaped in surprise and horror. The young men held down their heads and smiled.
 
"I consider that a highly improper remark, as applied to the very leading lights of theological science," said the chairman, with a frown. And when the chairman frowned it was not pleasant. The bishop's face, too, was growing tight and stern.
 
"Perhaps I should modify it," said the young priest airily. "Perhaps I should have rather said that modern theologians and right reason are dead against such an opinion."
 
"Quote one modern theologian that is opposed to the common and universal teaching of theologians on the matter!"
 
"Well, Ballerini, for example, and the Salmanticenses—"
 
"Psha! Ballerini. Ballerini is to upset everything, I suppose?"
 
"Ballerini has the Missal and common sense on his side."
 
"The Missal?"
 
"Yes. Read this—or shall I read it?
 
"'Quidquid horum deficit, scilicet materia debita, forma cum intentione, et ordo sacerdotalis, non conficitur Sacramentum; et his existentibus, quibuscunque aliis deficientibus, veritas adest Sacramenti.'"
 
"Quite so. The whole point turns on the words cum intentione. The Church forbids, under pain of mortal sin, to consecrate outside the corporal; consequently, the priest cannot be presumed to have the intention of committing a grave just at the moment of consecration; and, therefore, he cannot be supposed to have the intention of consecrating."
 
"Pardon me, if I say, sir," replied the young priest, "that that is the weakest and most fallacious argument I ever heard advanced. That reasoning supposes the totally inadmissible principle that there never is a valid consecration when, inadvertently, the priest forgets some Rubric that is binding under pain of mortal sin. If, for example, the priest used fermented bread, if the corporal weren't blessed, in which case the chalice and paten would be outside the corporal, as well as the ciborium; if the chalice itself weren't consecrated, there would be no sacrifice and no consecration. Besides, if you once commence interpreting intention in this manner, you should hold that if the ciborium were covered on the corporal, there would be no consecration—"
 
"That's only a venial sin," said the chairman.
 
"A priest, when celebrating," said Father Irwin sweetly, "is no more supposed to commit a venial than a mortal sin. Besides—"
 
"I'm afraid our time is running short," said the bishop; "I'll remember your arguments, which are very ingenious, Father Irwin. But, as the chairman says, the consensus is against you. Now, for the main Conference, de textibus Sacræ Scripturæ."
 
"Father Duff will read his paper, my Lord, and then we'll discuss it."
 
"Very good. Now, Father Duff!"
 
Father Duff was another representation of the new dispensation, with a clear-cut, smooth-shaven face, large blue-black eyes, which, however, were not able to fulfil their duties, for, as he took out a large roll of manuscript from his pocket, he placed a gold-rimmed pince-nez to his eyes, and looking calmly around, he began to read in a slow, rhythmic voice. It was a wonderful voice, too, for its soft, purring, murmurous intonation began to have a curious effect on the brethren. One by one they began to be seized by its hypnotic influence, and to yield to its soft, soporific magic, until, to my horror and disgust, they bowed their heads on their breasts, and calmly slept. Even the Master of Conference, and the bishop himself, gently yielded, after a severe struggle. "I shall have it all to myself," I said, "and if I don't profit much by its historical aspects, I shall at least get a few big rocks of words, unusual or obsolete, to fling at my curate." And so I did. Codex Alexandrinus, and Codex Sinaiticus, and Codex Bezæ, and Codex Vaticanus rang through my bewildered brain. Then I have a vague recollection that he actually laughed at the idea of six literal days of creation, which made an old priest, out of his dreams, turn over to me and whisper: "He's an infidel"; then, again, he ridiculed the idea of the recognized authorship of the Pentateuch; spoke of Chaldean and Babylonian interpolations; knocked on the head the Davidical origin of the Psalms; made the Book of Daniel half-apocryphal; introduced the Book of Job, as a piece of Arabian poetry, like the songs of some man called Hafiz; talked about Johannine Gospels and Pauline Epistles; and, altogether, left us to think that, by something called Ritschlian interpretations, the whole Bible was knocked into a cocked hat. Then he began to build up what he had thrown down; and on he went, in his rhythmical, musical way, when just as he declared that "the basal document on which everything is founded is the ur-evangelium, which is the underlying cryptic element of the Synoptic Gospels,"—just as he reached that point, and was going on about Tatian's "Diatessaron," a deep stertorous sound, like the trumpeting of an elephant, reverberated through the conference room. They all woke up, smiling at me, and as they did not seem inclined to apologize to Father Duff for their misbehavior, I said gravely and most angrily:—
 
"My Lord, I think the Conference should be a little less unconscious of the grave discourtesy done to one of the most able and erudite papers that I have ever heard here—"
 
There was a shout of irreverent laughter, in which, I am sorry to say, the bishop joined. At least, I saw his Lordship taking out a silk handkerchief and wiping his eyes.
 
"I propose now, my Lord, as an amende to the most cultured and distinguished young priest, that that valuable paper be sent, with your Lordship's approbation, to some ecclesiastical journal in Ireland or America. Its appearance in permanent print may give these young men some idea of the contents of the document, the main features of which they have lost by yielding, I think too easily, to the seductions of ill-timed sleep—"
 
Here there was another yell of laughter, that sounded to my ears ill-placed and discourteous; but the chairman again interposed:—
 
"Now, Father Duff, if you are not too highly flattered by the encomiums of Father Dan, who was your most attentive and admiring listener, I should like to ask you a few questions on the subject-matter of your paper."
 
"Surely," I declared, "you are not going to attack such a stronghold? Besides, the time is up."
 
"There is a full hour yet, Father Dan," said the bishop, consulting his watch; "but you won't mind it, you are able to pass your time so agreeably."
 
I did not grasp his Lordship's meaning; but I never do try to penetrate into mysteries. What's that the Scripture says? "The searcher after majesty will be overwhelmed with glory."
 
But the little skirmishes that had taken place before the paper was read were nothing to the artillery-duel that was now in progress.
 
"With regard to the Septuagint," said the chairman, "I think you made a statement about the history of its compilation that will hardly bear a test. You are aware, of course, that Justin, Martyr and Apologist, declares that he saw, with his own eyes, the cells where the Seventy were interned by order, or at the request, of Ptolemy Philadelphus. How, then, can the letter of Aristeas be regarded as apocryphal?"
 
"Well, it does not follow that the whole letter is authentic merely because a clause is verified. Secondly, that statement imputed to Justin may be also apocryphal."
 
"Do you consider the names of the seventy-two elders also unauthentic?"
 
"Quite so."
 
"And altogether you would regard the Septuagint as a rather doubtful version of the Ancient Law?"
 
"I'd only accept it so far as it agrees with the Vulgate and the Codices."
 
"But you're aware it was in common use amongst cultivated Jews years before the coming of our Lord; in fact, it may be regarded as a providential means of preparing the way of the Lord for the Jews of Greece and Alexandria."
 
"That proves nothing."
 
"It proves this. It is well known that the Hebrews were scrupulously exact about every title and letter, and even vowel-point—"
 
"I beg your pardon, sir; the Hebrews before Christ didn't use vowel-points."
 
"That's a strong assertion," said the chairman, reddening.
 
"It is true. I appeal to his Lordship," said Father Duff.
 
"Well," said the bishop diplomatically, "that appears to be the received opinion; but the whole thing is wrapped up in the mists and the twilight of history."
 
I thought that admirable.
 
"To pass away from that subject," said the chairman, now somewhat nervous and alarmed, "I think you made statements, or rather laid down a principle, that Catholics can hardly accept."
 
Father Duff waited.
 
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