You do not choose your time well
to pose as a victim, when like a tyrant you are refusing me a
mere trifle.
to pose as a victim, when like a tyrant you are refusing me a
mere trifle.
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Gaston Shake hands then, Uncle.
Verdelet [aside, giving him his hand]-He's not a bad fellow.
Gaston Agree, Hector, that I've been lucky. Monsieur Poi-
rier, I feel guilty. You make my life one long fête and never
give me a chance in return. Try to think of something I can
do for you.
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He is one of the family, Gaston.
Poirier - Very well, if that's the way you feel, give me a
quarter of an hour. I should like to have a serious talk with
you.
Poirier
some idea.
Duke I'll withdraw.
Poirier - No, stay, Monsieur. We are going to hold a kind
of family council. Neither you nor Verdelet will be in the way.
Gaston - The deuce, my dear father-in-law. A family coun-
cil! You embarrass me!
Poirier-Not at all, dear Gaston. Let us sit down.
[They seat themselves around the fireplace. ]
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Gaston Begin, Monsieur Poirier.
Poirier - You say you are happy, dear Gaston, and that is my
greatest recompense.
Gaston-I'm willing to double your gratification.
Poirier-But now that three months have been given to the
joys of the honeymoon, I think that there has been romance
enough, and that it's time to think about history.
Certainly, we'll think about
Gaston - You talk like a book.
history if you wish. I'm willing.
Poirier-What do you intend to do?
Gaston-To-day?
―――――――
And to-morrow, and in the future. You must have
Gaston-True, my plans are made. I expect to do to-day
what I did yesterday, and to-morrow what I shall do to-day.
I'm not versatile, in spite of my light air; and if the future is
only like the present I'll be satisfied.
Poirier - But you are too sensible to think that the honey-
moon can last forever.
Gaston Too sensible, and too good an
astronomer. But
you've probably read Heine?
Poirier - You must have read that, Verdelet ?
Verdelet - Yes; I've read him.
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Poirier - Perhaps he spent his life at playing truant.
Gaston - Well, Heine, when he was asked what became of the
old full moons, said that they were broken up to make the stars.
Poirier I don't understand.
Gaston - When our honeymoon is old, we'll break it up and
there'll be enough to make a whole Milky Way.
Poirier-That is a clever idea, of course.
Gaston Its only merit is simplicity.
Poirier But seriously, don't you think that the idle life you
lead may jeopardize the happiness of a young household?
Gaston - Not at all.
Verdelet - A man of your capacity can't mean to idle all his
life.
Gaston-With resignation.
Antoinette - Don't you think you'll find it dull after a time,
Gaston?
______
Gaston-You calumniate yourself, my dear.
Antoinette- I'm not vain enough to suppose that I can fill
your whole existence, and I admit that I'd like to see you follow
the example of Monsieur de Montmeyran.
Gaston [rising and leaning against the mantelpiece] - Perhaps
you want me to fight?
Antoinette-No, of course not.
Gaston What then?
Poirier - We want you to take a position worthy of your
name.
―――――
Gaston-There are only three positions which my name per-
mits me: soldier, bishop, or husbandman. Choose.
Poirier-We owe everything to France.
France is our mother.
Verdelet -I understand the vexation of a son whose mother
remarries; I understand why he doesn't go to the wedding: but
if he has the right kind of heart he won't turn sulky. If the
second husband makes her happy, he'll soon offer him a friendly
hand.
Poirier The nobility cannot always hold itself aloof, as it
begins to perceive. More than one illustrious name has set the
example: Monsieur de Valcherrière, Monsieur de Chazerolles,
Monsieur de Mont Louis-
-
Gaston - These men have done as they thought best. I don't
judge them, but I cannot imitate them.
Antoinette-Why not, Gaston?
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Gaston-Ask Montmeyran.
Verdelet - The Duke's uniform answers for him.
Duke-Excuse me, a soldier has but one opinion-his duty;
but one adversary- the enemy.
Poirier However, Monsieur-
Gaston-Enough, it isn't a matter of politics, Monsieur Poi-
rier. One may discuss opinions, but not sentiments. I am bound
by gratitude. My fidelity is that of a servant and of a friend.
Not another word. [To the Duke. ] I beg your pardon, my dear
fellow. This is the first time we've talked politics here, and I
promise you it shall be the last.
The Duke [in a low voice to Antoinette] — You've been forced
into making a mistake, Madame.
―
Antoinette-I know it, now that it's too late.
Verdelet [softly, to Poirier]-Now you're in a fine fix.
Poirier [in same tone] - He's repulsed the first assault, but I
don't raise the siege.
Gaston I'm not resentful, Monsieur Poirier. Perhaps I spoke
a little too strongly, but this is a tender point with me, and
unintentionally you wounded me. Shake hands.
Poirier-You are very kind.
A Servant-There are some people in the little parlor who
say they have an appointment with Monsieur Poirier.
Poirier - Very well, ask them to wait a moment. [The serv-
ant goes out. ] Your creditors, son-in-law.
Gaston - Yours, my dear father-in-law. I've turned them over
to you.
Duke-As a wedding present.
THE FEELINGS OF AN ARTIST
From M. Poirier's Son-in-Law›
POIR
OIRIER [alone] - How vexatious he is, that son-in-law of mine!
and there's no way to get rid of him. He'll die a noble-
man, for he will do nothing and he is good for nothing.
-There's no end to the money he costs me. -
He is master
of my house. .
I'll put a stop to it. [He rings. Enter a serv-
ant. ] Send up the porter and the cook. We shall see my son-
in-law! I have set up my back. I've unsheathed my velvet
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paws. You will make no concessions, eh, my fine gentleman?
Take your comfort! I will not yield either: you may remain
marquis, and I will again become a bourgeois. At least I'll have
the pleasure of living to my fancy.
The Porter-Monsieur has sent for me?
Poirier - Yes, François, Monsieur has sent for you. You can
put the sign on the door at once.
The Porter-The sign?
Poirier "To let immediately, a magnificent apartment on the
first floor, with stables and carriage houses. "
The Porter-The apartment of Monsieur le Marquis?
Poirier - You have said it, François.
The Porter-But Monsieur le Marquis has not given the order.
Poirier - Who is the master here, donkey? Who owns this
mansion?
The Porter-You, Monsieur.
Poirier Then do what I tell you without arguing.
The Porter-Yes, Monsieur. [Enter Vatel. ]
――――
heart.
Poirier-Go, François. [Exit Porter. ] Come in, Monsieur
Vatel: you are getting up a big dinner for to-morrow?
It is
Vatel - Yes, Monsieur, and I venture to say that the menu
would not be disowned by my illustrious ancestor himself.
really a work of art, and Monsieur Poirier will be astonished.
Poirier Have you the menu with you?
Vatel-No, Monsieur, it is being copied; but I know it by
-
Poirier Then recite it to me.
Vatel-Le potage aux ravioles à l'Italienne et le potage à
l'orge à la Marie Stuart.
Poirier - You will replace these unknown concoctions by a
good meat soup, with some vegetables on a plate.
-―
Vatel-What, Monsieur?
Poirier-I mean it. Go on.
Vatel- Relevé. La carpe du Rhin à la Lithuanienne, les
poulardes à la Godard- le filet de boeuf braisé aux raisins à la
Napolitaine, le jambon de Westphalie, rotie madère.
Poirier Here is a simpler and far more sensible fish course:
brill with caper sauce-then Bayonne ham with spinach, and a
savory stew of bird, with well-browned rabbit.
Vatel But, Monsieur Poirier-I will never consent.
Poirier I am master- do you hear? Go on.
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Vatel-Entrées. Les filets de volaille à la concordat - les
croustades de truffe garniés de foies à la royale, le faison étoffe
à la Montpensier, les perdreaux rouges farcis à la bohemienne.
Poirier - In place of these side dishes we will have nothing
at all, and we will go at once to the roast,- that is the only
essential.
Vatel-That is against the precepts of art.
Poirier - I'll take the blame of that: let us have your roasts.
Vatel-It is not worth while, Monsieur: my ancestor would
have run his sword through his body for a less affront.
my resignation.
I offer
name.
Poirier And I was about to ask for it, my good friend; but
as one has eight days to replace a servant —
But in the mean
Vatel - A servant, Monsieur? I am an artist!
Poirier - I will fill your place by a woman.
time, as you still have eight days in my service, I wish you to
prepare my menu.
Vatel- I will blow my brains out before I dishonor my
-
Poirier [aside]- Another fellow who adores his name! [Alou 1. ]
You may burn your brains, Monsieur Vatel, but don't burn your
sauces. — Well, bon jour! [Exit Vatel. ] And now to write invi-
tations to my old cronies of the Rue des Bourdonnais. Monsieur
le Marquis de Presles, I'll soon take the starch out of you.
M
[He goes out whistling the first couplet of Monsieur and
Madame Denis. ']
A CONTEST OF WILLS
From The Fourchambaults>
ADAME FOURCHAMBAULT
Why do you follow me?
Fourchambault- I'm not following you: I'm accompany-
yacht!
―
ing you.
Madame Fourchambault- I despise you; let me alone. Oh!
my poor mother little thought what a life of privation would be
mine when she gave me to you with a dowry of eight hundred
thousand francs!
Fourchambault-A life of privation-because I refuse you a
:
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Madame Fourchambault I thought my dowry permitted me
to indulge a few whims, but it seems I was wrong.
Fourchambault-A whim costing eight thousand francs!
. Madame Fourchambault-Would you have to pay for it?
Fourchambault-That's the kind of reasoning that's ruining
me.
Madame Fourchambault — Now he says I'm ruining him! His
whole fortune comes from me.
Fourchambault-Now don't get angry, my dear. I want you
to have everything in reason, but you must understand the sit-
uation.
Madame Fourchambault-The situation?
Fourchambault -I ought to be a rich man; but thanks to the
continual expenses you incur in the name of your dowry, I can
barely rub along from day to day. If there should be a sudden
fall in stocks, I have no reserve with which to meet it.
Madame Fourchambault That can't be true! Tell me at
once that it isn't true, for if it were so you would be without
excuse.
―
Fourchambault-I or you?
Madame Fourchambault-This is too much! Is it my fault
that you don't understand business? If you haven't had the wit
to make the best use of your way of living and your family con-
nections-any one else—
Fourchambault-Quite likely! But I am petty enough to be
a scrupulous man, and to wish to remain one.
Madame Fourchambault-Pooh! That's the excuse of all the
dolts who can't succeed. They set up to be the only honest fel-
lows in business. In my opinion, Monsieur, a timid and mediocre
man should not insist upon remaining at the head of a bank, but
should turn the position over to his son.
Fourchambault-You are still harping on that? But, my
dear, you might as well bury me alive!
cipher in my family.
Already I'm a mere
Madame Fourchambault.
You do not choose your time well
to pose as a victim, when like a tyrant you are refusing me a
mere trifle.
-
Fourchambault-I refuse you nothing. I merely explain my
position. Now do as you like. It is useless to expostulate.
Madame Fourchambault - At last! But you have wounded
me to the heart, Adrien, and just when I had a surprise for you-
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Fourchambault - What is your surprise? [Aside: It makes
me tremble. ]
Madame Fourchambault
―
are going to triumph over the Duhamels.
Fourchambault - How?
Thanks to me, the Fourchambaults
Madame Fourchambault-Madame Duhamel has been deter-
mined this long time to marry her daughter to the son of the
prefect.
Fourchambault- I knew it. What about it?
Madame Fourchambault-While she was making a goose of
herself so publicly, I was quietly negotiating, and Baron Rasti-
boulois is coming to ask our daughter's hand.
Fourchambault-That will never do! I'm planning quite a
different match for her.
Madame Fourchambault - You?
-You? I should like to know-
Fourchambault-He's a fine fellow of our own set, who loves
Blanche, and whom she loves if I'm not mistaken.
man?
Madame Fourchambault-You are entirely mistaken. You
mean Victor Chauvet, Monsieur Bernard's clerk?
Fourchambault- His right arm, rather. His alter ego.
Madame Fourchambault - Blanche did think of him at one
time. But her fancy was just a morning mist, which I easily
dispelled. She has forgotten all about him, and I advise you to
follow her example.
Fourchambault-What fault can you find with this young
Madame Fourchambault — Nothing and everything. Even his
name is absurd. I never would have consented to be called Ma-
dame Chauvet, and Blanche is as proud as I was. But that is
only a detail; the truth is, I won't have her marry a clerk.
Fourchambault - You won't have! You won't have! But
there are two of us.
Madame Fourchambault - Are you going to portion Blanche ?
Fourchambault -I? No.
Madame Fourchambault - Then you see there are not two of
us. As I am going to portion her, it is my privilege to choose
my son-in-law.
Fourchambault - And mine to refuse him. I tell you I won't
have your little baron at any price.
Madame Fourchambault Now it is your turn. What fault
can you find with him, except his title ?
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Fourchambault-He's fast, a gambler, worn out by dissipa-
tion.
Madame Fourchambault - Blanche likes him just as he is.
Fourchambault - Heavens! He's not even handsome.
Madame Fourchambault - What does that matter? Haven't I
been the happiest of wives?
Fourchambault - What? One word is as good as a hundred.
I won't have him. Blanche need not take Chauvet, but she
shan't marry Rastiboulois either. That's all I have to say.
Madame Fourchambault - But, Monsieur—
Fourchambault - That's all I have to say.
[He goes out. ]
ST. AUGUSTINE OF HIPPO
(354-430)
BY SAMUEL HART
T. AUGUSTINE of Hippo (Aurelius Augustinus) was born at
Tagaste in Numidia, November 13th, 354. The story of his
life has been told by himself in that wonderful book ad-
dressed to God which he called the 'Confessions. ' He gained but
little from his father Patricius; he owed almost everything to his
loving and saintly mother Monica. Though she was a Christian, she
did not venture to bring her son to baptism; and he went away
from home with only the echo of the name of Jesus Christ in his
soul, as it had been spoken by his mother's lips. He fell deeply into
the sins of youth, but found no satisfaction in them, nor was he
satisfied by the studies of literature to which for a while he devoted
himself. The reading of Cicero's 'Hortensius' partly called him
back to himself; but before he was twenty years old he was carried
away into Manichæism, a strange system of belief which united
traces of Christian teaching with Persian doctrines of two antagonis-
tic principles, practically two gods, a good god of the spiritual world
and an evil god of the material world. From this he passed after a
while into less gross forms of philosophical speculation, and presently
began to lecture on rhetoric at Tagaste and at Carthage. When
nearly thirty years of age he went to Rome, only to be disappointed.
in his hopes for glory as a rhetorician; and after two years his
mother joined him at Milan.
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The great Ambrose had been called from the magistrate's chair
to be bishop of this important city; and his character and ability.
made a great impression on Augustine. But Augustine was kept
from acknowledging and submitting to the truth, not by the intellect-
ual difficulties which he propounded as an excuse, but by his unwill-
ingness to submit to the moral demands which Christianity made
upon him. At last there came one great struggle, described in a pass-
age from the 'Confessions' which is given below; and Monica's hopes
and prayers were answered in the conversion of her son to the faith
and obedience of Jesus Christ. On Easter Day, 387, in the thirty-
third year of his life, he was baptized, an unsubstantiated tradition
assigning to this occasion the composition and first use of the Te
Deum. His mother died at Ostia as they were setting out for Africa;
and he returned to his native land, with the hope that he might
there live a life of retirement and of simple Christian obedience.
But this might not be: on the occasion of Augustine's visit to Hippo
in 391, the bishop of that city persuaded him to receive ordination to
the priesthood and to remain with him as an adviser; and four years
later he was consecrated as colleague or coadjutor in the episcopate.
Thus he entered on a busy public life of thirty-five years, which
called for the exercise of all his powers as a Christian, a metaphysi-
cian, a man of letters, a theologian, an ecclesiastic, and an adminis-
trator.
Into the details of that life it is impossible to enter here; it must
suffice to indicate some of the ways in which as a writer he gained
and still holds a high place in Western Christendom, having had an
influence which can be paralleled, from among uninspired men, only
by that of Aristotle. He maintained the unity of the Church, and its
true breadth, against the Donatists; he argued, as he so well could
argue, against the irreligion of the Manichæans; when the great Pela-
gian heresy arose, he defended the truth of the doctrine of divine
grace as no one could have done who had not learned by experi-
ence its power in the regeneration and conversion of his own soul;
he brought out from the treasures of Holy Scripture ample lessons
of truth and duty, in simple exposition and exhortation; and in full
treatises he stated and enforced the great doctrines of Christianity.
Augustine was not alone or chiefly the stern theologian whom men
picture to themselves when they are told that he was the Calvin of
those early days, or when they read from his voluminous and often
illogical writings quotations which have a hard sound. If he taught
a stern doctrine of predestinarianism, he taught also the great power
of sacramental grace; if he dwelt at times on the awfulness of the
divine justice, he spoke also from the depths of his experience of the
power of the divine love; and his influence on the ages has been
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rather that of the 'Confessions' — taking their key-note from the
words of the first chapter, "Thou, O Lord, hast made us for Thy-
self, and our heart is unquiet until it find rest in Thee"-than that
of the writings which have earned for their author the foremost place
among the Doctors of the Western Church. But his greatest work,
without any doubt, is the treatise on the 'City of God. ' The Roman
empire, as Augustine's life passed on, was hastening to its end.
Moral and political declension had doubtless been arrested by the
good influence which had been brought to bear upon it; but it was
impossible to avert its fall. "Men's hearts," as well among the
heathen as among the Christians, were "failing them for fear and for
looking after those things that were coming on the earth. " And
Christianity was called to meet the argument drawn from the fact
that the visible declension seemed to date from the time when the
new religion was introduced into the Roman world, and that the
most rapid decline had been from the time when it had been ac-
cepted as the religion of the State. It fell to the Bishop of Hippo
to write in reply one of the greatest works ever written by a Christ-
ian. Eloquence and learning, argument and irony, appeals to history
and earnest entreaties, are united to move enemies to acknowledge
the truth and to strengthen the faithful in maintaining it. The
writer sets over against each other the city of the world and the city
of God, and in varied ways draws the contrast between them; and
while mourning over the ruin that is coming upon the great city that
had become a world-empire, he tells of the holy beauty and endur-
ing strength of "the city that hath the foundations. "
Apart from the interest attaching to the great subjects handled by
St. Augustine in his many works, and from the literary attractions of
writings which unite high moral earnestness and the use of a culti-
vated rhetorical style, his works formed a model for Latin theolo-
gians as long as that language continued to be habitually used by
Western scholars; and to-day both the spirit and the style of the
great man have a wide influence on the devotional and the contro-
versial style of writers on sacred subjects.
He died at Hippo, August 28th, 430.
Ониловав
The selections are from the Library of Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers,' by
permission of the Christian Literature Company
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THE GODLY SORROW THAT WORKETH REPENTANCE
From the Confessions'
SUC
UCH was the story of Pontitianus: but thou, O Lord, while he
was speaking, didst turn me round towards myself, taking
me from behind my back, when I had placed myself,
unwilling to observe myself; and setting me before my face, that
I might see how foul I was, how crooked and defiled, bespotted
and ulcerous. And I beheld and stood aghast; and whither to
flee from myself I found not. And if I sought to turn mine eye
from off myself, he went on with his relation, and thou didst
again set me over against myself, and thrusted me before my
eyes, that I might find out mine iniquity and hate it. I had
known it, but made as though I saw it not, winked at it, and
forgot it.
But now, the more ardently I loved those whose healthful
affections I heard of, that they had resigned themselves wholly
to thee to be cured, the more did I abhor myself when compared
with them. For many of my years (some twelve) had now run
out with me since my nineteenth, when, upon the reading of
Cicero's 'Hortensius,' I was stirred to an earnest love of wisdom;
and still I was deferring to reject mere earthly felicity and to
give myself to search out that, whereof not the finding only, but
the very search, was to be preferred to the treasures and king-
doms of the world, though already found, and to the pleasures
of the body, though spread around me at my will. But I,
wretched, most wretched, in the very beginning of my early
youth, had begged chastity of thee, and said, "Give me chastity
and continency, only not yet. " For I feared lest thou shouldest
hear me soon, and soon cure me of the disease of concupiscence,
which I wished to have satisfied, rather than extinguished. And
I had wandered through crooked ways in a sacrilegious super-
stition, not indeed assured thereof, but as preferring it to the
others which I did not seek religiously, but opposed maliciously.
But when a deep consideration had, from the secret bottom
of my soul, drawn together and heaped up all my misery in the
sight of my heart, there arose a mighty storm, bringing a mighty
shower of tears. And that I might pour it forth wholly in its
natural expressions, I rose from Alypius: solitude was suggested
to me as fitter for the business of weeping and I retired so far
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that even his presence could not be a burden to me. Thus was
it then with me, and he perceived something of it; for some-
thing I suppose he had spoken, wherein the tones of my voice
appeared choked with weeping, and so had risen up. He then
remained where we were sitting, most extremely astonished. I
cast myself down I know not how, under a fig-tree, giving full
vent to my tears; and the floods of mine eyes gushed out, an
acceptable sacrifice to thee. And, not indeed in these words, yet
to this purpose, spake I much unto thee:-"And thou, O Lord,
how long? how long, Lord, wilt thou be angry-forever? Re-
member not our former iniquities," for I felt that I was held by
them. I sent up these sorrowful words: "How long? how long?
To-morrow and to-morrow? Why not now? why is there not
this hour an end to my uncleanness ? "
CONSOLATION
From the Confessions>
S
WAS I speaking, and weeping, in the most bitter contrition
of my heart, when lo! I heard from a neighboring house a
voice, as of boy or girl (I could not tell which), chanting
and oft repeating, "Take up and read; take up and read. "
Instantly my countenance altered, and I began to think most
intently whether any were wont in any kind of play to sing such
words, nor could I remember ever to have heard the like. So
checking the torrent of my tears, I arose; interpreting it to be
no other than a command from God, to open the book and read
the first chapter I should find. Eagerly then I returned to the
place where Alypius was sitting; for there had I laid the volume.
of the Epistles when I arose thence. I seized, opened, and in
silence read that section on which my eyes first fell: -“Not in
rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness,
not in strife and envying; but put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfill the lusts thereof. "
No further would I read; nor heeded I, for instantly at the end
of this sentence, by a light, as it were, of serenity infused into
my heart, all the darkness of doubt vanished away.
Then putting my finger between (or some other mark), I shut
the volume, and with a calmed countenance, made it known to
Alypius. And what was wrought in him, which I know not, he
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thus shewed me. He asked to see what I had read; I shewed
him, and he looked even farther than I had read, and I knew
not what followed. This followed: "Him that is weak in the
faith, receive ye"; which he applied to himself and disclosed to
me. And by this admonition was he strengthened; and by a
good resolution and purpose, and most corresponding to his
character, wherein he did always far differ from me for the
better, without any turbulent delay he joined me. Thence we
go to my mother: we tell her; she rejoiceth: we relate in order
how it took place; she leapeth for joy, and triumpheth and bless-
eth thee,
who art able to do above all that we ask or think":
for she perceived that thou hadst given her more for me than
she was wont to beg by her pitiful and most sorrowful groanings.
«<
THE FOES OF THE CITY
From The City of God'
LⓇ
ET these and similar answers (if any fuller and fitter answers
can be found) be given to their enemies by the redeemed
family of the Lord Christ, and by the pilgrim city of the
King Christ. But let this city bear in mind that among her ene-
mies lie hid those who are destined to be fellow-citizens, that she
may not think it a fruitless labor to bear what they inflict as ene-
mies, till they become confessors of the faith. So also, as long
as she is a stranger in the world, the city of God has in her com-
munion, and bound to her by the sacraments, some who shall not
eternally dwell in the lot of the saints. Of these, some are not
now recognized; others declare themselves, and do not hesitate
to make common cause with our enemies in murmuring against
God, whose sacramental badge they wear. These men you may
see to-day thronging the churches with us, to-morrow crowding
the theatres with the godless. But we have the less reason to
despair of the reclamation of even such persons, if among our
most declared enemies there are now some, unknown to them-
selves, who are destined to become our friends. In truth, these
two cities are entangled together in this world, and intermingled
until the last judgment shall effect their separation.
I now pro-
ceed to speak, as God shall help me, of the rise and progress
and end of these two cities; and what I write, I write for the
glory of the city of God, that being placed in comparison with
the other, it may shine with a brighter lustre.
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ST. AUGUSTINE OF HIPPO
THE PRAISE OF GOD
From The City of God'
WHE
HEREFORE it may very well be, and it is perfectly credible,
that we shall in the future world see the material forms
of the new heavens and the new earth, in such a way that
we shall most distinctly recognize God everywhere present, and
governing all things, material as well as spiritual; and shall see
Him, not as we now understand the invisible things of God, by
the things that are made, and see Him darkly as in a mirror and
in part, and rather by faith than by bodily vision of material
appearances, but by means of the bodies which we shall wear and
which we shall see wherever we turn our eyes. As we do not
believe, but see, that the living men around us who are exercis-
ing the functions of life are alive, although we cannot see their
life without their bodies, but see it most distinctly by means of
their bodies, so, wherever we shall look with the spiritual eyes of
our future bodies, we shall also, by means of bodily substances,
behold God, though a spirit, ruling all things. Either, therefore,
the eyes shall possess some quality similar to that of the mind,
by which they shall be able to discern spiritual things, and among
them God, a supposition for which it is difficult or even impos-
sible to find any support in Scripture, or what is more easy to
comprehend, God will be so known by us, and so much before
ús, that we shall see Him by the spirit in ourselves, in one
another, in Himself, in the new heavens and the new earth, in
every created thing that shall then exist; and that also by the
body we shall see Him in every bodily thing which the keen
vision of the eye of the spiritual body shall reach. Our thoughts
also shall be visible to all, for then shall be fulfilled the words of
the Apostle, "Judge nothing before the time, until the Lord.
come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of dark-
ness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts; and then
shall every man have praise of God. " How great shall be that
felicity, which shall be tainted with no evil, which shall lack no
good, and which shall afford leisure for the praises of God, who
shall be all in all! For I know not what other employment there
can be where no weariness shall slacken activity, nor any want
stimulate to labor. I am admonished also by the sacred song, in
which I read or hear the words, "Blessed are they that dwell in
Thy house; they will be alway praising Thee. "
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A PRAYER
From The Trinity'
O
LORD our God, directing my purpose by the rule of faith, so
far as I have been able, so far as Thou hast made me
able, I have sought Thee, and have desired to see with
my understanding what I have believed; and I have argued and
labored much. O Lord my God, my only hope, hearken to me,
lest through weariness I be unwilling to seek Thee, but that I
may always ardently seek Thy face. Do Thou give me strength
to seek, who hast led me to find Thee, and hast given the hope
of finding Thee more and more. My strength and my weakness
are in Thy sight; preserve my strength and heal my weakness.
My knowledge and my ignorance are in Thy sight; when Thou
hast opened to me, receive me as I enter; when Thou hast
closed, open to me as I knock. May I remember Thee, under-
stand Thee, love Thee. Increase these things in me, until Thou
renew me wholly. But oh, that I might speak only in preaching
Thy word and in praising Thee. But many are my thoughts,
such as Thou knowest, "thoughts of man, that are vain. " Let
them not so prevail in me, that anything in my acts should pro-
ceed from them; but at least that my judgment and my con-
science be safe from them under Thy protection. When the
wise man spake of Thee in his book, which is now called by the
special name of Ecclesiasticus, "We speak," he says, "much, and
yet come short; and in sum of words, He is all. " When there-
fore we shall have come to Thee, these very many things that
we speak, and yet come short, shall cease; and Thou, as One,
shalt remain "all in all. " And we shall say one thing without
end, in praising Thee as One, ourselves also made one in Thee.
O Lord, the one God, God the Trinity, whatever I have said in
these books that is of Thine, may they acknowledge who are
Thine; if I have said anything of my own, may it be pardoned
both by Thee and by those who are Thine. Amen.
The three immediately preceding citations, from 'A Select Library of the
Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers of the Christian Church, First Series,'
are reprinted by permission of the Christian Literature Company, New
York.
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MARCUS AURELIUS ANTONINUS
(121-180 A. D. )
BY JAMES FRASER GLUCK
M
ARCUS AURELIUS, one of the most illustrious emperors of Rome,
and, according to Ca on Farrar, "the noblest of pagan em-
perors," was born at Rome April 20th, A. D. 121, and died
at Vindobona-the modern Vienna - March 17th, A. D. 180, in the
twentieth year of his reign and the fifty-ninth year of his age.
His right to an honored place in literature depends upon a small
volume written in Greek, and usually called The Meditations of
Marcus Aurelius. ' The work consists of mere memoranda, notes, dis-
connected reflections and confessions, and also of excerpts from the
Emperor's favorite authors. It was evidently a mere private diary or
note-book written in great haste, which readily accounts for its repe-
titions, its occasional obscurity, and its frequently elliptical style of
expression. In its pages the Emperor gives his aspirations, and his
sorrow for his inability to realize them in his daily life; he expresses
his tentative opinions concerning the problems of creation, life, and
death; his reflections upon the deceitfulness of riches, pomp, and
power, and his conviction of the vanity of all things except the per-
formance of duty. The work contains what has been called by a
distinguished scholar "the common creed of wise men, from which all
other views may well seem mere deflections on the side of an unwar-
ranted credulity or of an exaggerated despair. " From the pomp and
circumstance of state surrounding him, from the manifold cares of
his exalted rank, from the tumult of protracted wars, the Emperor
retired into the pages of this book as into the sanctuary of his soul,
and there found in sane and rational reflection the peace that the
world could not give and could never take away. The tone and
temper of the work is unique among books of its class. It is sweet
yet dignified, courageous yet resigned, philosophical and speculative,
yet above all, intensely practical.
Through all the ages from the time when the Emperor Diocletian
prescribed a distinct ritual for Aurelius as one of the gods; from the
time when the monks of the Middle Ages treasured the Meditations'
as carefully as they kept their manuscripts of the Gospels, the work
has been recognized as the precious life-blood of a master spirit. An
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1023
adequate English translation would constitute to-day a most valuable
vade mecum of devotional feeling and of religious inspiration. It
would prove a strong moral tonic to hundreds of minds now sinking
into agnosticism or materialism.
The distinguished French writer M. Martha observes that in the
'Meditations of Marcus Aurelius' "we find a pure serenity, sweetness,
and docility to the commands of God, which before him were unknown,
and which Christian grace has alone surpassed. One cannot read the
book without thinking of the sadness of Pascal and the gentleness of
Fénelon. We must pause before this soul, so lofty and so pure, to
contemplate ancient virtue in its softest brilliancy, to see the moral
delicacy to which profane doctrines have attained. "
Those in the past who have found solace in its pages have not
been limited to any one country, creed, or condition in life. The
distinguished Cardinal Francis Barberini the elder occupied his last
years in translating the 'Meditations' into Italian; so that, as he
said, "the thoughts of the pious pagan might quicken the faith of
the faithful.
ÉMILE AUGIER
1007
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Antoinette
Gaston Shake hands then, Uncle.
Verdelet [aside, giving him his hand]-He's not a bad fellow.
Gaston Agree, Hector, that I've been lucky. Monsieur Poi-
rier, I feel guilty. You make my life one long fête and never
give me a chance in return. Try to think of something I can
do for you.
-
He is one of the family, Gaston.
Poirier - Very well, if that's the way you feel, give me a
quarter of an hour. I should like to have a serious talk with
you.
Poirier
some idea.
Duke I'll withdraw.
Poirier - No, stay, Monsieur. We are going to hold a kind
of family council. Neither you nor Verdelet will be in the way.
Gaston - The deuce, my dear father-in-law. A family coun-
cil! You embarrass me!
Poirier-Not at all, dear Gaston. Let us sit down.
[They seat themselves around the fireplace. ]
-
Gaston Begin, Monsieur Poirier.
Poirier - You say you are happy, dear Gaston, and that is my
greatest recompense.
Gaston-I'm willing to double your gratification.
Poirier-But now that three months have been given to the
joys of the honeymoon, I think that there has been romance
enough, and that it's time to think about history.
Certainly, we'll think about
Gaston - You talk like a book.
history if you wish. I'm willing.
Poirier-What do you intend to do?
Gaston-To-day?
―――――――
And to-morrow, and in the future. You must have
Gaston-True, my plans are made. I expect to do to-day
what I did yesterday, and to-morrow what I shall do to-day.
I'm not versatile, in spite of my light air; and if the future is
only like the present I'll be satisfied.
Poirier - But you are too sensible to think that the honey-
moon can last forever.
Gaston Too sensible, and too good an
astronomer. But
you've probably read Heine?
Poirier - You must have read that, Verdelet ?
Verdelet - Yes; I've read him.
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ÉMILE AUGIER
Poirier - Perhaps he spent his life at playing truant.
Gaston - Well, Heine, when he was asked what became of the
old full moons, said that they were broken up to make the stars.
Poirier I don't understand.
Gaston - When our honeymoon is old, we'll break it up and
there'll be enough to make a whole Milky Way.
Poirier-That is a clever idea, of course.
Gaston Its only merit is simplicity.
Poirier But seriously, don't you think that the idle life you
lead may jeopardize the happiness of a young household?
Gaston - Not at all.
Verdelet - A man of your capacity can't mean to idle all his
life.
Gaston-With resignation.
Antoinette - Don't you think you'll find it dull after a time,
Gaston?
______
Gaston-You calumniate yourself, my dear.
Antoinette- I'm not vain enough to suppose that I can fill
your whole existence, and I admit that I'd like to see you follow
the example of Monsieur de Montmeyran.
Gaston [rising and leaning against the mantelpiece] - Perhaps
you want me to fight?
Antoinette-No, of course not.
Gaston What then?
Poirier - We want you to take a position worthy of your
name.
―――――
Gaston-There are only three positions which my name per-
mits me: soldier, bishop, or husbandman. Choose.
Poirier-We owe everything to France.
France is our mother.
Verdelet -I understand the vexation of a son whose mother
remarries; I understand why he doesn't go to the wedding: but
if he has the right kind of heart he won't turn sulky. If the
second husband makes her happy, he'll soon offer him a friendly
hand.
Poirier The nobility cannot always hold itself aloof, as it
begins to perceive. More than one illustrious name has set the
example: Monsieur de Valcherrière, Monsieur de Chazerolles,
Monsieur de Mont Louis-
-
Gaston - These men have done as they thought best. I don't
judge them, but I cannot imitate them.
Antoinette-Why not, Gaston?
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EMILE AUGIER
1009
Gaston-Ask Montmeyran.
Verdelet - The Duke's uniform answers for him.
Duke-Excuse me, a soldier has but one opinion-his duty;
but one adversary- the enemy.
Poirier However, Monsieur-
Gaston-Enough, it isn't a matter of politics, Monsieur Poi-
rier. One may discuss opinions, but not sentiments. I am bound
by gratitude. My fidelity is that of a servant and of a friend.
Not another word. [To the Duke. ] I beg your pardon, my dear
fellow. This is the first time we've talked politics here, and I
promise you it shall be the last.
The Duke [in a low voice to Antoinette] — You've been forced
into making a mistake, Madame.
―
Antoinette-I know it, now that it's too late.
Verdelet [softly, to Poirier]-Now you're in a fine fix.
Poirier [in same tone] - He's repulsed the first assault, but I
don't raise the siege.
Gaston I'm not resentful, Monsieur Poirier. Perhaps I spoke
a little too strongly, but this is a tender point with me, and
unintentionally you wounded me. Shake hands.
Poirier-You are very kind.
A Servant-There are some people in the little parlor who
say they have an appointment with Monsieur Poirier.
Poirier - Very well, ask them to wait a moment. [The serv-
ant goes out. ] Your creditors, son-in-law.
Gaston - Yours, my dear father-in-law. I've turned them over
to you.
Duke-As a wedding present.
THE FEELINGS OF AN ARTIST
From M. Poirier's Son-in-Law›
POIR
OIRIER [alone] - How vexatious he is, that son-in-law of mine!
and there's no way to get rid of him. He'll die a noble-
man, for he will do nothing and he is good for nothing.
-There's no end to the money he costs me. -
He is master
of my house. .
I'll put a stop to it. [He rings. Enter a serv-
ant. ] Send up the porter and the cook. We shall see my son-
in-law! I have set up my back. I've unsheathed my velvet
II-64
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ÉMILE AUGIER
paws. You will make no concessions, eh, my fine gentleman?
Take your comfort! I will not yield either: you may remain
marquis, and I will again become a bourgeois. At least I'll have
the pleasure of living to my fancy.
The Porter-Monsieur has sent for me?
Poirier - Yes, François, Monsieur has sent for you. You can
put the sign on the door at once.
The Porter-The sign?
Poirier "To let immediately, a magnificent apartment on the
first floor, with stables and carriage houses. "
The Porter-The apartment of Monsieur le Marquis?
Poirier - You have said it, François.
The Porter-But Monsieur le Marquis has not given the order.
Poirier - Who is the master here, donkey? Who owns this
mansion?
The Porter-You, Monsieur.
Poirier Then do what I tell you without arguing.
The Porter-Yes, Monsieur. [Enter Vatel. ]
――――
heart.
Poirier-Go, François. [Exit Porter. ] Come in, Monsieur
Vatel: you are getting up a big dinner for to-morrow?
It is
Vatel - Yes, Monsieur, and I venture to say that the menu
would not be disowned by my illustrious ancestor himself.
really a work of art, and Monsieur Poirier will be astonished.
Poirier Have you the menu with you?
Vatel-No, Monsieur, it is being copied; but I know it by
-
Poirier Then recite it to me.
Vatel-Le potage aux ravioles à l'Italienne et le potage à
l'orge à la Marie Stuart.
Poirier - You will replace these unknown concoctions by a
good meat soup, with some vegetables on a plate.
-―
Vatel-What, Monsieur?
Poirier-I mean it. Go on.
Vatel- Relevé. La carpe du Rhin à la Lithuanienne, les
poulardes à la Godard- le filet de boeuf braisé aux raisins à la
Napolitaine, le jambon de Westphalie, rotie madère.
Poirier Here is a simpler and far more sensible fish course:
brill with caper sauce-then Bayonne ham with spinach, and a
savory stew of bird, with well-browned rabbit.
Vatel But, Monsieur Poirier-I will never consent.
Poirier I am master- do you hear? Go on.
――
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ÉMILE AUGIER
IOII
Vatel-Entrées. Les filets de volaille à la concordat - les
croustades de truffe garniés de foies à la royale, le faison étoffe
à la Montpensier, les perdreaux rouges farcis à la bohemienne.
Poirier - In place of these side dishes we will have nothing
at all, and we will go at once to the roast,- that is the only
essential.
Vatel-That is against the precepts of art.
Poirier - I'll take the blame of that: let us have your roasts.
Vatel-It is not worth while, Monsieur: my ancestor would
have run his sword through his body for a less affront.
my resignation.
I offer
name.
Poirier And I was about to ask for it, my good friend; but
as one has eight days to replace a servant —
But in the mean
Vatel - A servant, Monsieur? I am an artist!
Poirier - I will fill your place by a woman.
time, as you still have eight days in my service, I wish you to
prepare my menu.
Vatel- I will blow my brains out before I dishonor my
-
Poirier [aside]- Another fellow who adores his name! [Alou 1. ]
You may burn your brains, Monsieur Vatel, but don't burn your
sauces. — Well, bon jour! [Exit Vatel. ] And now to write invi-
tations to my old cronies of the Rue des Bourdonnais. Monsieur
le Marquis de Presles, I'll soon take the starch out of you.
M
[He goes out whistling the first couplet of Monsieur and
Madame Denis. ']
A CONTEST OF WILLS
From The Fourchambaults>
ADAME FOURCHAMBAULT
Why do you follow me?
Fourchambault- I'm not following you: I'm accompany-
yacht!
―
ing you.
Madame Fourchambault- I despise you; let me alone. Oh!
my poor mother little thought what a life of privation would be
mine when she gave me to you with a dowry of eight hundred
thousand francs!
Fourchambault-A life of privation-because I refuse you a
:
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ÉMILE AUGIER
Madame Fourchambault I thought my dowry permitted me
to indulge a few whims, but it seems I was wrong.
Fourchambault-A whim costing eight thousand francs!
. Madame Fourchambault-Would you have to pay for it?
Fourchambault-That's the kind of reasoning that's ruining
me.
Madame Fourchambault — Now he says I'm ruining him! His
whole fortune comes from me.
Fourchambault-Now don't get angry, my dear. I want you
to have everything in reason, but you must understand the sit-
uation.
Madame Fourchambault-The situation?
Fourchambault -I ought to be a rich man; but thanks to the
continual expenses you incur in the name of your dowry, I can
barely rub along from day to day. If there should be a sudden
fall in stocks, I have no reserve with which to meet it.
Madame Fourchambault That can't be true! Tell me at
once that it isn't true, for if it were so you would be without
excuse.
―
Fourchambault-I or you?
Madame Fourchambault-This is too much! Is it my fault
that you don't understand business? If you haven't had the wit
to make the best use of your way of living and your family con-
nections-any one else—
Fourchambault-Quite likely! But I am petty enough to be
a scrupulous man, and to wish to remain one.
Madame Fourchambault-Pooh! That's the excuse of all the
dolts who can't succeed. They set up to be the only honest fel-
lows in business. In my opinion, Monsieur, a timid and mediocre
man should not insist upon remaining at the head of a bank, but
should turn the position over to his son.
Fourchambault-You are still harping on that? But, my
dear, you might as well bury me alive!
cipher in my family.
Already I'm a mere
Madame Fourchambault.
You do not choose your time well
to pose as a victim, when like a tyrant you are refusing me a
mere trifle.
-
Fourchambault-I refuse you nothing. I merely explain my
position. Now do as you like. It is useless to expostulate.
Madame Fourchambault - At last! But you have wounded
me to the heart, Adrien, and just when I had a surprise for you-
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Fourchambault - What is your surprise? [Aside: It makes
me tremble. ]
Madame Fourchambault
―
are going to triumph over the Duhamels.
Fourchambault - How?
Thanks to me, the Fourchambaults
Madame Fourchambault-Madame Duhamel has been deter-
mined this long time to marry her daughter to the son of the
prefect.
Fourchambault- I knew it. What about it?
Madame Fourchambault-While she was making a goose of
herself so publicly, I was quietly negotiating, and Baron Rasti-
boulois is coming to ask our daughter's hand.
Fourchambault-That will never do! I'm planning quite a
different match for her.
Madame Fourchambault - You?
-You? I should like to know-
Fourchambault-He's a fine fellow of our own set, who loves
Blanche, and whom she loves if I'm not mistaken.
man?
Madame Fourchambault-You are entirely mistaken. You
mean Victor Chauvet, Monsieur Bernard's clerk?
Fourchambault- His right arm, rather. His alter ego.
Madame Fourchambault - Blanche did think of him at one
time. But her fancy was just a morning mist, which I easily
dispelled. She has forgotten all about him, and I advise you to
follow her example.
Fourchambault-What fault can you find with this young
Madame Fourchambault — Nothing and everything. Even his
name is absurd. I never would have consented to be called Ma-
dame Chauvet, and Blanche is as proud as I was. But that is
only a detail; the truth is, I won't have her marry a clerk.
Fourchambault - You won't have! You won't have! But
there are two of us.
Madame Fourchambault - Are you going to portion Blanche ?
Fourchambault -I? No.
Madame Fourchambault - Then you see there are not two of
us. As I am going to portion her, it is my privilege to choose
my son-in-law.
Fourchambault - And mine to refuse him. I tell you I won't
have your little baron at any price.
Madame Fourchambault Now it is your turn. What fault
can you find with him, except his title ?
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Fourchambault-He's fast, a gambler, worn out by dissipa-
tion.
Madame Fourchambault - Blanche likes him just as he is.
Fourchambault - Heavens! He's not even handsome.
Madame Fourchambault - What does that matter? Haven't I
been the happiest of wives?
Fourchambault - What? One word is as good as a hundred.
I won't have him. Blanche need not take Chauvet, but she
shan't marry Rastiboulois either. That's all I have to say.
Madame Fourchambault - But, Monsieur—
Fourchambault - That's all I have to say.
[He goes out. ]
ST. AUGUSTINE OF HIPPO
(354-430)
BY SAMUEL HART
T. AUGUSTINE of Hippo (Aurelius Augustinus) was born at
Tagaste in Numidia, November 13th, 354. The story of his
life has been told by himself in that wonderful book ad-
dressed to God which he called the 'Confessions. ' He gained but
little from his father Patricius; he owed almost everything to his
loving and saintly mother Monica. Though she was a Christian, she
did not venture to bring her son to baptism; and he went away
from home with only the echo of the name of Jesus Christ in his
soul, as it had been spoken by his mother's lips. He fell deeply into
the sins of youth, but found no satisfaction in them, nor was he
satisfied by the studies of literature to which for a while he devoted
himself. The reading of Cicero's 'Hortensius' partly called him
back to himself; but before he was twenty years old he was carried
away into Manichæism, a strange system of belief which united
traces of Christian teaching with Persian doctrines of two antagonis-
tic principles, practically two gods, a good god of the spiritual world
and an evil god of the material world. From this he passed after a
while into less gross forms of philosophical speculation, and presently
began to lecture on rhetoric at Tagaste and at Carthage. When
nearly thirty years of age he went to Rome, only to be disappointed.
in his hopes for glory as a rhetorician; and after two years his
mother joined him at Milan.
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The great Ambrose had been called from the magistrate's chair
to be bishop of this important city; and his character and ability.
made a great impression on Augustine. But Augustine was kept
from acknowledging and submitting to the truth, not by the intellect-
ual difficulties which he propounded as an excuse, but by his unwill-
ingness to submit to the moral demands which Christianity made
upon him. At last there came one great struggle, described in a pass-
age from the 'Confessions' which is given below; and Monica's hopes
and prayers were answered in the conversion of her son to the faith
and obedience of Jesus Christ. On Easter Day, 387, in the thirty-
third year of his life, he was baptized, an unsubstantiated tradition
assigning to this occasion the composition and first use of the Te
Deum. His mother died at Ostia as they were setting out for Africa;
and he returned to his native land, with the hope that he might
there live a life of retirement and of simple Christian obedience.
But this might not be: on the occasion of Augustine's visit to Hippo
in 391, the bishop of that city persuaded him to receive ordination to
the priesthood and to remain with him as an adviser; and four years
later he was consecrated as colleague or coadjutor in the episcopate.
Thus he entered on a busy public life of thirty-five years, which
called for the exercise of all his powers as a Christian, a metaphysi-
cian, a man of letters, a theologian, an ecclesiastic, and an adminis-
trator.
Into the details of that life it is impossible to enter here; it must
suffice to indicate some of the ways in which as a writer he gained
and still holds a high place in Western Christendom, having had an
influence which can be paralleled, from among uninspired men, only
by that of Aristotle. He maintained the unity of the Church, and its
true breadth, against the Donatists; he argued, as he so well could
argue, against the irreligion of the Manichæans; when the great Pela-
gian heresy arose, he defended the truth of the doctrine of divine
grace as no one could have done who had not learned by experi-
ence its power in the regeneration and conversion of his own soul;
he brought out from the treasures of Holy Scripture ample lessons
of truth and duty, in simple exposition and exhortation; and in full
treatises he stated and enforced the great doctrines of Christianity.
Augustine was not alone or chiefly the stern theologian whom men
picture to themselves when they are told that he was the Calvin of
those early days, or when they read from his voluminous and often
illogical writings quotations which have a hard sound. If he taught
a stern doctrine of predestinarianism, he taught also the great power
of sacramental grace; if he dwelt at times on the awfulness of the
divine justice, he spoke also from the depths of his experience of the
power of the divine love; and his influence on the ages has been
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rather that of the 'Confessions' — taking their key-note from the
words of the first chapter, "Thou, O Lord, hast made us for Thy-
self, and our heart is unquiet until it find rest in Thee"-than that
of the writings which have earned for their author the foremost place
among the Doctors of the Western Church. But his greatest work,
without any doubt, is the treatise on the 'City of God. ' The Roman
empire, as Augustine's life passed on, was hastening to its end.
Moral and political declension had doubtless been arrested by the
good influence which had been brought to bear upon it; but it was
impossible to avert its fall. "Men's hearts," as well among the
heathen as among the Christians, were "failing them for fear and for
looking after those things that were coming on the earth. " And
Christianity was called to meet the argument drawn from the fact
that the visible declension seemed to date from the time when the
new religion was introduced into the Roman world, and that the
most rapid decline had been from the time when it had been ac-
cepted as the religion of the State. It fell to the Bishop of Hippo
to write in reply one of the greatest works ever written by a Christ-
ian. Eloquence and learning, argument and irony, appeals to history
and earnest entreaties, are united to move enemies to acknowledge
the truth and to strengthen the faithful in maintaining it. The
writer sets over against each other the city of the world and the city
of God, and in varied ways draws the contrast between them; and
while mourning over the ruin that is coming upon the great city that
had become a world-empire, he tells of the holy beauty and endur-
ing strength of "the city that hath the foundations. "
Apart from the interest attaching to the great subjects handled by
St. Augustine in his many works, and from the literary attractions of
writings which unite high moral earnestness and the use of a culti-
vated rhetorical style, his works formed a model for Latin theolo-
gians as long as that language continued to be habitually used by
Western scholars; and to-day both the spirit and the style of the
great man have a wide influence on the devotional and the contro-
versial style of writers on sacred subjects.
He died at Hippo, August 28th, 430.
Ониловав
The selections are from the Library of Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers,' by
permission of the Christian Literature Company
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THE GODLY SORROW THAT WORKETH REPENTANCE
From the Confessions'
SUC
UCH was the story of Pontitianus: but thou, O Lord, while he
was speaking, didst turn me round towards myself, taking
me from behind my back, when I had placed myself,
unwilling to observe myself; and setting me before my face, that
I might see how foul I was, how crooked and defiled, bespotted
and ulcerous. And I beheld and stood aghast; and whither to
flee from myself I found not. And if I sought to turn mine eye
from off myself, he went on with his relation, and thou didst
again set me over against myself, and thrusted me before my
eyes, that I might find out mine iniquity and hate it. I had
known it, but made as though I saw it not, winked at it, and
forgot it.
But now, the more ardently I loved those whose healthful
affections I heard of, that they had resigned themselves wholly
to thee to be cured, the more did I abhor myself when compared
with them. For many of my years (some twelve) had now run
out with me since my nineteenth, when, upon the reading of
Cicero's 'Hortensius,' I was stirred to an earnest love of wisdom;
and still I was deferring to reject mere earthly felicity and to
give myself to search out that, whereof not the finding only, but
the very search, was to be preferred to the treasures and king-
doms of the world, though already found, and to the pleasures
of the body, though spread around me at my will. But I,
wretched, most wretched, in the very beginning of my early
youth, had begged chastity of thee, and said, "Give me chastity
and continency, only not yet. " For I feared lest thou shouldest
hear me soon, and soon cure me of the disease of concupiscence,
which I wished to have satisfied, rather than extinguished. And
I had wandered through crooked ways in a sacrilegious super-
stition, not indeed assured thereof, but as preferring it to the
others which I did not seek religiously, but opposed maliciously.
But when a deep consideration had, from the secret bottom
of my soul, drawn together and heaped up all my misery in the
sight of my heart, there arose a mighty storm, bringing a mighty
shower of tears. And that I might pour it forth wholly in its
natural expressions, I rose from Alypius: solitude was suggested
to me as fitter for the business of weeping and I retired so far
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that even his presence could not be a burden to me. Thus was
it then with me, and he perceived something of it; for some-
thing I suppose he had spoken, wherein the tones of my voice
appeared choked with weeping, and so had risen up. He then
remained where we were sitting, most extremely astonished. I
cast myself down I know not how, under a fig-tree, giving full
vent to my tears; and the floods of mine eyes gushed out, an
acceptable sacrifice to thee. And, not indeed in these words, yet
to this purpose, spake I much unto thee:-"And thou, O Lord,
how long? how long, Lord, wilt thou be angry-forever? Re-
member not our former iniquities," for I felt that I was held by
them. I sent up these sorrowful words: "How long? how long?
To-morrow and to-morrow? Why not now? why is there not
this hour an end to my uncleanness ? "
CONSOLATION
From the Confessions>
S
WAS I speaking, and weeping, in the most bitter contrition
of my heart, when lo! I heard from a neighboring house a
voice, as of boy or girl (I could not tell which), chanting
and oft repeating, "Take up and read; take up and read. "
Instantly my countenance altered, and I began to think most
intently whether any were wont in any kind of play to sing such
words, nor could I remember ever to have heard the like. So
checking the torrent of my tears, I arose; interpreting it to be
no other than a command from God, to open the book and read
the first chapter I should find. Eagerly then I returned to the
place where Alypius was sitting; for there had I laid the volume.
of the Epistles when I arose thence. I seized, opened, and in
silence read that section on which my eyes first fell: -“Not in
rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness,
not in strife and envying; but put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfill the lusts thereof. "
No further would I read; nor heeded I, for instantly at the end
of this sentence, by a light, as it were, of serenity infused into
my heart, all the darkness of doubt vanished away.
Then putting my finger between (or some other mark), I shut
the volume, and with a calmed countenance, made it known to
Alypius. And what was wrought in him, which I know not, he
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thus shewed me. He asked to see what I had read; I shewed
him, and he looked even farther than I had read, and I knew
not what followed. This followed: "Him that is weak in the
faith, receive ye"; which he applied to himself and disclosed to
me. And by this admonition was he strengthened; and by a
good resolution and purpose, and most corresponding to his
character, wherein he did always far differ from me for the
better, without any turbulent delay he joined me. Thence we
go to my mother: we tell her; she rejoiceth: we relate in order
how it took place; she leapeth for joy, and triumpheth and bless-
eth thee,
who art able to do above all that we ask or think":
for she perceived that thou hadst given her more for me than
she was wont to beg by her pitiful and most sorrowful groanings.
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THE FOES OF THE CITY
From The City of God'
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ET these and similar answers (if any fuller and fitter answers
can be found) be given to their enemies by the redeemed
family of the Lord Christ, and by the pilgrim city of the
King Christ. But let this city bear in mind that among her ene-
mies lie hid those who are destined to be fellow-citizens, that she
may not think it a fruitless labor to bear what they inflict as ene-
mies, till they become confessors of the faith. So also, as long
as she is a stranger in the world, the city of God has in her com-
munion, and bound to her by the sacraments, some who shall not
eternally dwell in the lot of the saints. Of these, some are not
now recognized; others declare themselves, and do not hesitate
to make common cause with our enemies in murmuring against
God, whose sacramental badge they wear. These men you may
see to-day thronging the churches with us, to-morrow crowding
the theatres with the godless. But we have the less reason to
despair of the reclamation of even such persons, if among our
most declared enemies there are now some, unknown to them-
selves, who are destined to become our friends. In truth, these
two cities are entangled together in this world, and intermingled
until the last judgment shall effect their separation.
I now pro-
ceed to speak, as God shall help me, of the rise and progress
and end of these two cities; and what I write, I write for the
glory of the city of God, that being placed in comparison with
the other, it may shine with a brighter lustre.
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THE PRAISE OF GOD
From The City of God'
WHE
HEREFORE it may very well be, and it is perfectly credible,
that we shall in the future world see the material forms
of the new heavens and the new earth, in such a way that
we shall most distinctly recognize God everywhere present, and
governing all things, material as well as spiritual; and shall see
Him, not as we now understand the invisible things of God, by
the things that are made, and see Him darkly as in a mirror and
in part, and rather by faith than by bodily vision of material
appearances, but by means of the bodies which we shall wear and
which we shall see wherever we turn our eyes. As we do not
believe, but see, that the living men around us who are exercis-
ing the functions of life are alive, although we cannot see their
life without their bodies, but see it most distinctly by means of
their bodies, so, wherever we shall look with the spiritual eyes of
our future bodies, we shall also, by means of bodily substances,
behold God, though a spirit, ruling all things. Either, therefore,
the eyes shall possess some quality similar to that of the mind,
by which they shall be able to discern spiritual things, and among
them God, a supposition for which it is difficult or even impos-
sible to find any support in Scripture, or what is more easy to
comprehend, God will be so known by us, and so much before
ús, that we shall see Him by the spirit in ourselves, in one
another, in Himself, in the new heavens and the new earth, in
every created thing that shall then exist; and that also by the
body we shall see Him in every bodily thing which the keen
vision of the eye of the spiritual body shall reach. Our thoughts
also shall be visible to all, for then shall be fulfilled the words of
the Apostle, "Judge nothing before the time, until the Lord.
come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of dark-
ness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts; and then
shall every man have praise of God. " How great shall be that
felicity, which shall be tainted with no evil, which shall lack no
good, and which shall afford leisure for the praises of God, who
shall be all in all! For I know not what other employment there
can be where no weariness shall slacken activity, nor any want
stimulate to labor. I am admonished also by the sacred song, in
which I read or hear the words, "Blessed are they that dwell in
Thy house; they will be alway praising Thee. "
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A PRAYER
From The Trinity'
O
LORD our God, directing my purpose by the rule of faith, so
far as I have been able, so far as Thou hast made me
able, I have sought Thee, and have desired to see with
my understanding what I have believed; and I have argued and
labored much. O Lord my God, my only hope, hearken to me,
lest through weariness I be unwilling to seek Thee, but that I
may always ardently seek Thy face. Do Thou give me strength
to seek, who hast led me to find Thee, and hast given the hope
of finding Thee more and more. My strength and my weakness
are in Thy sight; preserve my strength and heal my weakness.
My knowledge and my ignorance are in Thy sight; when Thou
hast opened to me, receive me as I enter; when Thou hast
closed, open to me as I knock. May I remember Thee, under-
stand Thee, love Thee. Increase these things in me, until Thou
renew me wholly. But oh, that I might speak only in preaching
Thy word and in praising Thee. But many are my thoughts,
such as Thou knowest, "thoughts of man, that are vain. " Let
them not so prevail in me, that anything in my acts should pro-
ceed from them; but at least that my judgment and my con-
science be safe from them under Thy protection. When the
wise man spake of Thee in his book, which is now called by the
special name of Ecclesiasticus, "We speak," he says, "much, and
yet come short; and in sum of words, He is all. " When there-
fore we shall have come to Thee, these very many things that
we speak, and yet come short, shall cease; and Thou, as One,
shalt remain "all in all. " And we shall say one thing without
end, in praising Thee as One, ourselves also made one in Thee.
O Lord, the one God, God the Trinity, whatever I have said in
these books that is of Thine, may they acknowledge who are
Thine; if I have said anything of my own, may it be pardoned
both by Thee and by those who are Thine. Amen.
The three immediately preceding citations, from 'A Select Library of the
Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers of the Christian Church, First Series,'
are reprinted by permission of the Christian Literature Company, New
York.
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MARCUS AURELIUS ANTONINUS
(121-180 A. D. )
BY JAMES FRASER GLUCK
M
ARCUS AURELIUS, one of the most illustrious emperors of Rome,
and, according to Ca on Farrar, "the noblest of pagan em-
perors," was born at Rome April 20th, A. D. 121, and died
at Vindobona-the modern Vienna - March 17th, A. D. 180, in the
twentieth year of his reign and the fifty-ninth year of his age.
His right to an honored place in literature depends upon a small
volume written in Greek, and usually called The Meditations of
Marcus Aurelius. ' The work consists of mere memoranda, notes, dis-
connected reflections and confessions, and also of excerpts from the
Emperor's favorite authors. It was evidently a mere private diary or
note-book written in great haste, which readily accounts for its repe-
titions, its occasional obscurity, and its frequently elliptical style of
expression. In its pages the Emperor gives his aspirations, and his
sorrow for his inability to realize them in his daily life; he expresses
his tentative opinions concerning the problems of creation, life, and
death; his reflections upon the deceitfulness of riches, pomp, and
power, and his conviction of the vanity of all things except the per-
formance of duty. The work contains what has been called by a
distinguished scholar "the common creed of wise men, from which all
other views may well seem mere deflections on the side of an unwar-
ranted credulity or of an exaggerated despair. " From the pomp and
circumstance of state surrounding him, from the manifold cares of
his exalted rank, from the tumult of protracted wars, the Emperor
retired into the pages of this book as into the sanctuary of his soul,
and there found in sane and rational reflection the peace that the
world could not give and could never take away. The tone and
temper of the work is unique among books of its class. It is sweet
yet dignified, courageous yet resigned, philosophical and speculative,
yet above all, intensely practical.
Through all the ages from the time when the Emperor Diocletian
prescribed a distinct ritual for Aurelius as one of the gods; from the
time when the monks of the Middle Ages treasured the Meditations'
as carefully as they kept their manuscripts of the Gospels, the work
has been recognized as the precious life-blood of a master spirit. An
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adequate English translation would constitute to-day a most valuable
vade mecum of devotional feeling and of religious inspiration. It
would prove a strong moral tonic to hundreds of minds now sinking
into agnosticism or materialism.
The distinguished French writer M. Martha observes that in the
'Meditations of Marcus Aurelius' "we find a pure serenity, sweetness,
and docility to the commands of God, which before him were unknown,
and which Christian grace has alone surpassed. One cannot read the
book without thinking of the sadness of Pascal and the gentleness of
Fénelon. We must pause before this soul, so lofty and so pure, to
contemplate ancient virtue in its softest brilliancy, to see the moral
delicacy to which profane doctrines have attained. "
Those in the past who have found solace in its pages have not
been limited to any one country, creed, or condition in life. The
distinguished Cardinal Francis Barberini the elder occupied his last
years in translating the 'Meditations' into Italian; so that, as he
said, "the thoughts of the pious pagan might quicken the faith of
the faithful.
