XXI. OUR VENERABLE TRADITIONS! OUR HOLY PRINCIPLES!

The banquet in honour of Padilla was given at the Café del Comercio.

All the important persons of the town, many of whom had been Cæsar’s

adherents the day before, had gathered to feast the victor. The majority

gorged enthusiastically, the chief of police distinguishing himself by

his hearty applause. A fat lawyer presided, a greasy person with a black

beard, a typical coarse, dirty, tricky Moor. Next to him sat a small

attorney, pock-marked, pale of face. By dessert one no longer heard

anything but cries of “Hurrah for Padilla!” among the smoke of the big

cigars they were all smoking.

Then the lawyer with the black beard arose and began to orate.

He spoke slowly and with great solemnity.

“This meeting shows,” he said in a strong and sonorous voice, “your

enthusiasm and your loyalty for the good cause. Never, never will

we permit outsiders devoid of religion and patriotism to upset the

existence of our beloved city.” (Applause.) “We will defend our

venerated traditions by all the means in our power; we will not permit

the hydra of anarchy to rise up in Castro; and if it should arise

to attack our holy principles, we shall crush it under our heels.”

(Applause.) “When men turn their backs on God, when they preach the

relaxation of discipline, and licentiousness, when they are not willing

to acknowledge any authority, divine or human, then it is time for

decent men to form a bulwark with their breasts, for the defence of

their traditions. We are, before all else, Catholics and Spaniards; and

we will not consent to having Anarchists, Masons, sacrilegious persons

get the mastery of this sacred soil, and wipe out its memories, and spot

the most holy rights of our mother, the Church.” (Ovation.)

“Hurrah for Jesus Christ and His Immaculate Church!” shouted a priest, a

bit upset by his wine, in a raucous voice.

Next, the fat, greasy lawyer paraded all the glories of Spain, with

their appropriate adjectives: the Cid, Columbus, Isabella the Catholic,

the Great Captain, Hernán Cortés.... Then a couple of dozen orators

spoke, and the meeting ended very late at night.

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