The history of the Inquisition, as it is exercised at Goa written in French, by the ingenious Monsieur Dellon, who laboured five years under those severities ; with an account of his deliverance ; translated into English.

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The history of the Inquisition, as it is exercised at Goa written in French, by the ingenious Monsieur Dellon, who laboured five years under those severities ; with an account of his deliverance ; translated into English.
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Dellon, Gabriel, b. 1649.
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London :: Printed for James Knapton ...,
1688.
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Inquisition -- India -- Goa, Daman and Diu.
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CHAP. XX. (Book 20)

How Despair induced me to attempt my Life.

I Am now come to the most unhappy time of my Captivity; for how severe soever it had hitherto been, I had, at least, the comfort of having suffered with some patience, and even of having endeavoured to make a good use of my Sufferings; for the Faith obligeth us to believe that the greatest Evils are so many Advantages, to those who make good use of them. I ought not therefore to look upon this as an unhappy time any more than that wherein I committed faults, which I cannot but consider as very great, and which I pretend not to justifie, or even to excuse, by the cruelty of those who required of me impossible things, on pain of burning, since they carry not along with them so great extre∣mity as may justifie despair, which is the greatest and worst of all. Evils.

I was once resolved not to speak of, in this place, the despair which seized me, nor the endeavours of destroying my own life, to which I was induced by it; but it was believed it would be important to give this account, since it cannot be denied that the unjust severities of the In∣quisition give at least occasion to many to fall into the same condition: And that it concerneth the Publick to make known not only the evil of the unjust actions considered in themselves, but also the horrible evils

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which are the too ordinary consequences of them. For if persons who have Learning and Education, who are instructed in their duties, and who never forsake the considerations of Faith, fall into such Extremities; what may not be feared from so many ignorant persons without Educa∣tion, the greatest part of them new Converts from Paganism, where they have almost all their life looked on Despair as an Act of Generosity? I confess, that the ill success of my last Audience, which I had believed would be so favourable for me, was an insupportable blow to me, and that thenceforth accounting Liberty to be an happiness to which I could no longer pretend, I abandoned my self so far to Melancholy and De∣spair, that I wanted but little of entirely losing my Reason.

I had not forgot that it is forbidden to a man to destroy himself, and I had no design to destroy my self eternally, but I desired to live no lon∣ger; and the extreme desire which I had to dye, troubled me so far, that I invented a mean, in the midst of my Despair, which might effectu∣ally procure my Death, and a natural Death, since I could not resolve to lay violent hands upon my self; and I imagined that God would pardon me if I procured it slowly, and by the means of others. I feigned then to be sick, and to have a Fever; they immediately brought to me a Pandite, or a Gentile Physician, who made no scruple to be convinced from the motion of my Blood within my Pulse, which he took for a true Fever, and ordered me to be let Blood, which was reiterated for five days together; and as my intentention in using this Remedy was very different from that of my Physician, who laboured to recover my health, while I thought of nothing but ending this miserable and unhappy life. As soon as every one was retired, and my door was shut, I untied the Fillet, and suffered so much blood to run out as might fill a Cup con∣taining at least 18 Ounces. I reiterated these cruel evacuations as often as I was blooded, and withal, eating almost no food, it is not hard to judge that I was reduced to extreme weakness.

The Alcaide, who obsrved so considerable a change in my Body, could not sufficiently wonder at the ill condition wherein I was, which admitted scarce any hope of recovery. The Pandite was in the same astonishment, which obliged them to advertise the Inquisitor, who pro∣posed to me to be Confessed. As I did not believe my self to be in a condition of escaping Death, I began to resent what I had done, and being unwilling to destroy Soul and Body both together, I confented to receive a Confessor. They brought to me a good Religious of the Order of St. Francis, to whom having given an entire knowledge of my proceed∣ing, I received much consolation from him: His good Advices made me take a resolution of contributing as much as I could to the recove∣ry of my Health; I gave him leave to inform the Inquisitor secretly of

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all which had happened: And from that day, which was Holy Friday, they gave to me, with all care, all things necessary for the speedy re∣covery of my strengh, which I had lost with my Blood; and for to sweeten my Melancholy a little, wherewith I was overwhelmed, they shut up with me another Negro Prisoner, who was accused of Magick, and who kept me company for five months. I enjoyed, during all this while, more command of my reason, and was less melancholy; but as soon as they imagined me to be well recovered, they withdrew my Com∣panion, and the loss of this comfort made me relapse into the same con∣dition, to which I had been at first reduced.

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