Rare 19th Century Liturgical Clap

This clicking sound echoed in the pious silence, only interrupted by a few suppressed coughs.... Ingredients: two wooden blades, a hinge, two wooden handles, a beautiful patina and a good hundred years old with some traces of wear. the use that the altar boys made of it... I knew that I do not live on the planet which saw me born.... in any case I thank my memory for having brought to the surface the buried meanders of my brain the image of this beadle; this "Swiss" who wandered around with his cocked hat, in livery, brandishing his pertuisane or his pommel in his hand.... So much for the image that comes from the depths... and it smelled of incense. Now the sound comes back to me... or at least the memory of that "clack" which dictated our position during the service.... Standing, sitting, standing again, kneeling.... At the "clap" , we heard a breath, the audience stood up in unison... Some chairs creaked with relief. A few murmurs and prayers later, another “clack” and we had to turn our chairs around in prayer. -god to kneel there, it was noisier... And it still smelled of incense Thank you to these two blades for bringing back these images like a tidal wave... A story of the soul in final. very rare, the origin of which I do not know.