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chyrche."* To be sure the authority of the Golden Legend, from which this has been quoted, is not of the very highest order; but then we have a similar tale, with even more minuteness of circumstance, related by Damian, the Cardinal-Bishop of Ostia. He tells us how a certain native of Rodez, or Rhodez,† returning from Jerusalem, sought shelter in a storm at an island or rock on the Sicilian coast, where he fell in with a holy hermit. In the course of their conversation, the latter enquired if he knew Odilo, the Abbot of Clugny? To this the guest answered that he knew him well, and demanding in his turn the motive for such a question, his host said, that in the country close by was the habitation of the damned; but that he often heard the fiends howling and complaining that the souls were snatched away from them by alms and the prayers of holy men; above all, the Abbot of Clugny and his monks were particularly active in defrauding them of their prey; wherefore," continued the hermit, "I solemnly adjure you to carry these tidings to the Abbot, and entreat him to persist in the good work." On his return home, the man obeyed this injunction; and Saint Odilo,-for in good time he was sainted-appointed the festival of All Souls, which was afterwards generally adopted by the church.‡

* GOLDEN LEGEND.

Commemoration of All Souls, fol. 200.

+ Rhodez is an inland town in the south of France, on an eminence near the Aveyron. It was the capital of the small Province of Rovergue, as it was formerly called, but which is now known as the Department of the Aveyron. It is the See of a Bishop.

SANCTI PETRI DAMIANI OPERA, p. 198, folio. Parisiis, 1738.Damian, who was born of poor parents at Ravenna, somewhere about the year 988, has left us two large folios, replete with the miraculous, and yet useful for the insight it affords us into the ecclesiastical history of the eleventh century. I can not say much in favour of his prose Latin; but his poetry, considering it only as monkish rhyme, is graceful and full of pleasing images. The following specimen from his

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VOL. II.

This idea of Etna and Vesuvius being a vomitory of hell was at one time a received article of Christian faith;

correct.

Gloria Paradisi may enable the reader to judge how far this opinion is

"Hyems horrens, æstas torrens,
Illic nunquam sæviunt;

Flos purpureus rosarum
Ver agit perpetuum;
Candent lilia, rubescit
Crocus, sudat balsamum;
Virent prata, vernant sata,
Rivi mellis influunt;
Pigmentorum spirat odor,
Liquor et aromatum ;
Pendent poma floridorum
Non lapsura nemorum.
Non alternat Luna vices,
Sol, vel cursus Syderum;
Agnus est felicis urbis
Lumen inocciduum ;
Nox et tempus desunt ei,
Diem fert continuum;
Nam et Sancti quique, velut
Sol præclarus, rutilant;
Post triumphum coronati
Mutuo conjubilant;
Et prostrati pugnas hostis,
Jam securi, numerant.
Mutabilibus exuti

Repetunt originem,
Et præsentem veritatis
Contemplantur speciem;
Hinc vitalem vivi fontis
Hauriunt dulcedinem ;
Inde statum semper idem
Existendi capiunt ;
Clari, vividi, jucundi,
Nullis patent casibus ;
Absunt morbi semper sanis,
Senectus juvenibus.

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indeed their eruptions were supposed always to take place upon the death of any rich sinner, an example of

Hinc perenne tenent esse,
Nam transire transiit;

Inde virent, vigent, florent;
Corruptela corruit ;
Immortalitatis vigor
Mortis jus absorbuit.
Qui scientem cuncta sciunt,
Qui nescire nequeunt;

Nam et pectoris arcana
Penetrant alterutrum ;

Unum volunt, unum nolunt,

Unitas est mentium."

Preces et Carmina, tom. iv. p. 31.

The following version may perhaps help the unclassical reader to some idea of the original. In the last lines I have attempted to preserve the odd play upon words that seems to have so much delighted the Cardinal.

Summer's heats, and winter's tempests,

There no change can ever bring;
There the rose's crimson flower

Blooms for aye in constant spring;

Ever there the crocus blushes
And the balsam's sweetness gushes.

There the meads are ever verdant,
And the streams with honey flow;
Breathes the perfume still of spices
As the breezes gently blow;
And the fruits, that perish never,
Hang upon the trees for ever.

There the moon itself ne'er changes,

There the sun is ever bright;

And the Lamb of that blest city

Is the still-unfading light.

Night and time are never known there,
Day for ever reigns alone there.

which occurred upon the decease of the Grand Master of the Knights of St. John,* as we learn from the authority just quoted.

There the holy host of martyrs

Shine in glory like the sun;

And, with wreaths of triumph circled,

Joy in their labours done;

In a state of bliss reposing,

Still beginning, never closing.

Stript of all that made them mortal,

They are spirits free above;
Able now to bear the presence

Of eternal Truth and Love;

Hence they drink life's waters glowing,
From the throne of mercy flowing.

Hence with them life is unchanging,
Fear nor hope can fling a shade;
Theirs is joy past words to tell it,
Ecstacies that never fade;

Sickness there can not come near them,
Nor the touch of old age sear them.

They rejoice in life immortal,

What with them could pass is past;

And corruption is corrupted,

Death with them is dead at last.
Now the Grave has lost its power,
Blooms for them th' immortal flower.

Now they know the great All-knower,
Can not, if they would, be blind;
Each can read the other's bosom,
They have now a single mind;

Bound in love to one another,

Each to each is now a brother.

*“Quo mortuo mons Vesuvius, unde videlicet gehenna frequenter eructat, in flammas erupit, ut liquido probaretur quia fænum, quod a dæmonibus parabatur, nil aliud fuit nisi ignis trucis incendii, qui

On this day was "the custom of Soul-Mass-Cakes, which are a kind of oat-cakes, that some of the richer sort of persons in Lancashire and Herefordshire (among the Papists there) use still to give the poor on this day; and they in retribution of their charity hold themselves obliged to say this old couplet :

God have your soul,

Bones and all."*

Archbishop Kennett speaks of a somewhat similar custom as existing in Shropshire. He says "in Shropshire the custom now remains that on All-Souls-Day, November 2, they set on a board a high heap of small cakes, which they call SOUL-CAKES, of which they offer one to every person, who comes to the house that day; and there is an old rhyme, which seems to have been sung by the family and guests.

A soul-cake, a soul-cake;

Have mercy on all Christian souls for a soul-cake.t

The same custom is mentioned, and with very little

pravis ac reprobis hominibus debebatur. Nam quandocumque in illis partibus reprobus dives moritur, ignis erumpere de prædicto mōte videtur, tantaque sulphureæ resinæ congeries ex ipso Vesuvio protinus fluit, ut torrentem faciat, atque decurrente impetu in mare descedat." P. DAMIANI EPISTOLE. Epist. IX. p. 31. 4to. Parisiis. 1610.-But the whole of this epistle, which is addressed to no less a person than Pope Nicolas II, is full of such marvels as could hardly be believed except upon the authority of a Cardinal-Bishop, the favourite of Popes and Princes, who was not unfrequently dragged from his beloved solitude to interfere in their worldly arrangements, and to fulfil the high duties of a Cardinal legate, and who appears to have had in his hands the government of the whole Christian church. See his life in the HISTOIRE GENERALE DES AUTEURS SACRES ET ECCLESIASTIQUES, ch. xxxiii. p. 512. tome 20. 4to. Paris, 1757.

* FESTA ANGLO-ROMANA, p. 109.

KENNETT'S COLLECTIONS. MS. Bibl. Lansdown. No. 1039. vol. 105, page 12.

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