When St. Anselm, at the age of seventy-six, lay down in his last
illness, and one of the Priests who stood around his bed said to him,
it being then Palm Sunday, “Lord Father, it appears to us, that,
leaving this world, you are about to keep the Passover in the Palace
of your Lord!” the ambitious old theologue made answer,—“_et quidem,
si voluntas ejus in hoc est, voluntati ejus non contradico. Verum si
mallet me adhuc inter vos saltem tamdiu manere, donec quæstionem quam
de animæ origine mente revolvo, absolvere possem, gratiosus acciperem,
eo quod nescio, utrum aliquis eam, me defuncto, sit absoluturus._ If
indeed this be his will, I gainsay it not. But if He should chuse
rather that I should yet remain among you at least long enough to
settle the question which I am revolving in my mind concerning the
origin of the Soul, I should take it gratefully; because I do not know
whether any one will be able to determine it, after I am dead.” He
added, “_ego quippe, si comedere possem, spero convalescere; nam nihil
doloris in aliqua parte sentio, nisi quod lassescente stomacho, ob
cibum quem capere nequit, totus deficio._[1]—If I could but eat, I
might hope to recover, for I feel no pain in any part, except that as
my stomach sinks for lack of food, which it is unable to take, I am
failing all over.”
[Footnote 1: EADMER.]
The Saint must have been in a most satisfactory state of
self-sufficiency when he thus reckoned upon his own ability for
disposing of a question which he thought it doubtful whether any one
who came after him would be able to solve. All other appetite had
forsaken him; but that for unprofitable speculation and impossible
knowledge clung to him to the last; so strong a relish had he retained
of the forbidden fruit;
Letting down buckets into empty wells,
And growing old in drawing nothing up![2]
So had the Saint lived beyond the allotted term of three-score years
and ten, and his hand was still upon the windlass when the hand of
death was upon him. One of our old Dramatists[3] represented a seven
years apprenticeship to such a craft as sufficient for bringing a man
to a just estimate of it:—
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account