A Literary History of Ireland, from Earliest Times to the Present DayHyde, Douglas
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A Literary History of Ireland, from Earliest Times to the Present Day
Hyde, Douglas
Civilization, Celtic, in literature; Irish literature -- History and criticism; Language and culture -- Ireland
Adamnan first tells us of several premonitions which the saint had of
his approaching end, how he, "now an old man, wearied with age," was
borne in his waggon to view his monks labouring in the fields on the
western slope of the island, and intimated to them that his end was not
far off, but that lest their Easter should be one of grief, he would
not be taken from them until it was over. Later on in the year he went
out with his servant Diarmuid to inspect the granary, and was pleased
at the two large heaps of grain which were lying there, and remarked
that though he should be taken from his dear monks, yet he was glad to
see that they had a supply for the year.
"And," says Adamnan, "when Diarmuid his servant heard this he began
to be sad, and said, 'Father, at this time of year you sadden us too
often, because you speak frequently about your decease.' When the
saint thus answered, 'I have a secret word to tell you, which, if you
promise me faithfully not to make it known to any before my death, I
shall be able to let you know more clearly about my departure.' And
when his servant, on bended knees, had finished making this promise,
the venerable man thus continued, 'This day is called in the sacred
volumes the Sabbath, which is interpreted Rest. And this day is indeed
to me a sabbath, because it is my last of this present laborious
life, in which, after the trouble of my toil, I take my rest; for in
the middle of this coming sacred Sunday night, I shall to use the
Scripture phrase, tread the way of my fathers; for now my Lord Jesus
Christ deigns to invite me, to whom, I say, at the middle of this
night, on His own invitation, I shall pass over; for it was thus
revealed to me by the Lord Himself.' His servant, hearing these sad
words, begins to weep bitterly: whom the saint endeavoured to console
as much as he was able.
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