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Mrs. Hugh Fraser. More Italian Yesterdays
More Italian Yesterdays
Table of Contents
ILLUSTRATIONS
CHAPTER I SAINTS OF THE CHURCH
CHAPTER II FOUNDER OF MONASTICISM
CHAPTER III ST. GREGORY THE GREAT
CHAPTER IV MEMORIES OF THE PANTHEON
CHAPTER V EARLY LIFE OF FATHER MASTAI
CHAPTER VI POPE PIUS IX
CHAPTER VII CAPTIVITY OF POPE PIUS VII
CHAPTER VIII IN SABINA
CHAPTER IX PEOPLE OF THE HILLS
CHAPTER X A STORY OF VENICE
CHAPTER XI QUEEN JOAN OF NAPLES
CHAPTER XII A MEDIÆVAL NIGHTMARE
CHAPTER XIII THE VAMPIRE-MONARCH FROM HUNGARY
CHAPTER XIV END OF JOAN’S CAREER
CHAPTER XV NAPLES UNDER MURAT
CHAPTER XVI MURAT’S LAST DAYS
CHAPTER XVII ITALIAN SEAS
CHAPTER XVIII SOUTHERN SHORES
INDEX
FOOTNOTES:
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Mrs. Hugh Fraser
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Now some of the shepherds of that country—doubtless in seeking for some strayed kid of the goats—had caught sight of Benedict in his dark cave, and his matted hair and robe of skins had so terrified them that they fled, thinking they had seen a strange wild beast. Now their pastor told them about him, and the poor people began to come to him to ask for his prayers. And those who felt called to a higher life gathered themselves to him for guidance, and the fame of his sanctity and the miracles he wrought went abroad, so that certain monks of Vico Varo begged him to come and rule over them. He consented at last and came, but when they realized that he meant to enforce a strict rule instead of letting them follow their own varying inclinations, their admiration—it had never been love—turned to hatred. Satan entered in amongst them, and they resolved to poison him. When the fatal cup was handed to Benedict, he took it without a word—and made the sign of the Cross over it. It was shivered to fragments on the instant.
Then he left these false brethren and returned to his grotto, but never more to his solitude. Many came to him, some praying that he would guide their steps in religion, some to confide to him their sons to educate. This multitude could not be housed in the clefts of the rock, so he built twelve monasteries at Sub Laqueum, on the ruins of Nero’s villa, and placed in each twelve monks who bound themselves to live under certain plain and simple rules—much prayer, much labour, fasting and penance, active charity, life-long chastity, and finally, poverty, for no individual might own property of any kind. Thus began the monastic life of the West. Up to Benedict’s time, as I have said, the religious life was indeed led by many devout persons, but also by many who lacked true devotion and brought the calling into some disrepute. The founder par excellence appeared, and immediately it took on the character by which we recognize it now.
