"I am the Immaculate Conception"

FOUR years after these potentates had their regrettable difference, while the Bishop still frowned and the parish priest feared to believe, little knots of poor peasants began to gather round a strange starved child before a crack in the rocks, from whence was to spring a strange stream and almost a new city; the rocks she had heard resound with a voice crying, “I am the Immaculate Conception. . . .”

“Good Lord, how little wealthy people know!”

~G.K. Chesterton: 'The Strange Talk of Two Victorians' (The Common Man).

Immaculate Conception, by Juan Antonio Frias y Escalante.
Oil on canvas, 1663; Szépmûvészeti Múzeum, Budapest.