"Say Fellows—" eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 191 pages of information about "Say Fellows—".

"Say Fellows—" eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 191 pages of information about "Say Fellows—".

On the day of the translation of our holy Father, Augustine Gerard Bou left this bodily life.  He was a man of great strength, who had been a farmer, and his native land was Holland.

On the Feast of St. Calixtus, Pope and Martyr, died Hermann Restikey, a Clerk of the diocese of Cologne; he was born in the town of Kempen, and was well learned and skilled in singing and in binding books.  When he drew near to death he asked that a taper might be lighted quickly and given into his hands, and holding this above his breast he began to say devoutly and often to repeat:  “Mary, Mother of Grace, Mother of Mercy, do thou protect us from the enemy and receive us in the hour of death,” and having said this, he breathed forth his soul.

On the day after the Feast of the Eleven Thousand Holy Virgins, John of Kempen fell asleep in the Lord; he was a devout Clerk of the diocese of Cologne who had just been received into the Religious Order, but he died or ever he could take the habit, for death was beforehand with him.  He was kinsman to the aforesaid Hermann, whom he had persuaded to withdraw from the life of the world when he was Sublector in the town of Campen.  These greatly loved one another in life and death, they came from one city and province, they were of one heart in their good purpose, and alike steadfast therein.  This John, who continued a longer space in the service of God, was a man of great kindliness and sobriety, and was well skilled in the work of husbandry.  For at harvest time when all must labour more than usual he was diligent in helping therein.  And sometimes at night he would gather in the crops of the poor, and often wearied himself by this work of piety; but in this year the weather was very rainy, and the crops were in such danger that he gathered in those that grew in the watery places, and binding them into sheaves carried them on his own shoulders out of reach of the waters.

On the Feast Day of the Saints Crispin and Crispian died Wichbold, son of John of Deventer, a man of good lineage.  For a long time he lived a devout life in Zwolle, but afterward finished his days yet more devoutly on the Mount.  Being an eager lover of the Scriptures he edified many by his holy discourse.  On the Feast Day of St. Martin the Confessor, Henry of Deventer fell asleep in Christ; he was a Clerk and the companion and fellow citizen of Wichbold, and likewise a very humble and gentle man.  One day he was plastering the inner walls of the cells in the dormitory of the Brotherhood with soft mortar in company with another Clerk.  But it happened that as the mortar was somewhat violently dashed on to the wall some did come through the cracks of the battens into Henry’s face (for he was standing on the other side of the wall) and befouled him greatly.  But he who had done the deed, looking to see who had been bespattered by the mortar, and seeing the Brother who was so greatly loved with his face befouled, implored his pardon in dolorous wise.  But Henry was rather merry than vexed, and answered:  “There is no hurt done, be not disturbed.  I care not for it.”  So gentle was he that none ever saw him angered or heard him complain.

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