Monsieur George Brenner, the mayor, was seated at table, surrounded by his friends, celebrating the Fair Sunday with gaiety and feasting, when the Anabaptist entered.
The Anabaptist related, calmly and truthfully, the prodigious circumstances that had taken place.
“These men,” he said, “having known God, have not glorified Him as God, and have not rendered thanks to Him; but they have bewildered themselves in their vain reasonings, and their senseless hearts have become filled with darkness. They have lost their wits by attributing to themselves the name of sages; they have transferred the honour which belongs truly to the incorruptible God to the image of a corruptible man, and to the figures of animals, fourfooted beasts, and reptiles; wherefore God has given them up to the desires of their hearts, to the vices of impurity; so that by plunging into these they have dishonoured their own bodies, put falsehood in the place of God’s truth, and rendered unto the creature adoration and sovereign worship, instead of rendering them unto the Creator, who is blessed in all ages!”
Thus spoke Pelsly the Anabaptist; and the mayor, striking the table before him, cried—
“What is it you tell me? Are such things possible?”
“Come and see for yourself,” replied the Anabaptist.
The mayor rose, and left his wife, children, and friends in a very ill temper; for since the return of the procession he had not been able to enjoy a single moment’s repose, and several persons had already spoken to him about the miracles—not that of Margredel, but that which had been wrought in Mother Jacob’s kitchen.
On reaching the Rue du Tonnelet Rouge he found much difficulty in proceeding, so great was the crowd of people shouting—
“Glory! Honour to the prophet!”