The Every-day Book and Table Book, v. 1 (of 3): or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the AlmanacHone, William
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The Every-day Book and Table Book, v. 1 (of 3): or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac
Hone, William
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before his retirement.” By way of a caution to others he related the
practices of the devils, and how they appeared. He said that, “to scare
us, they will represent themselves so tall as to touch the ceiling,
and proportionably broad; they often pretend to sing psalms and cite the
scriptures, and sometimes while we are reading they echo what we read;
sometimes they stamp, sometimes they laugh, and sometimes they hiss: but
when one regards them not, then they weep and lament, as vanquished.
Once, when they came threatening and surrounding me like soldiers,
accoutred and horsed, and again when they filled the place with wild
beasts and creeping things, I sung Psalm xix. 8., and they were
presently routed. Another time, when they appeared with a light in the
dark, and said, ‘We are come, Anthony, to lend thee our light,’ I
prayed, shutting my eyes, because I disdained to behold their light, and
presently their light was put out. After this they came and hissed and
danced, but as I prayed, and lay along singing, they presently began to
wail and weep as though they were spent. Once there came a devil very
tall in appearance, that dared to say, ‘What wouldst thou have me bestow
upon thee?’ but I spat upon him and endeavoured to beat him, and, great
as he was, he disappeared with the rest of the devils. Once one of them
knocked at the door of my cell, and when I opened it I saw a tall
figure; and when I asked him, ‘Who art thou?’ he answered, ‘I am satan;
Why do the monks blame and curse me? I have no longer a place or a city,
and now the desert is filled with monks; let them not curse one to no
purpose.’ I said to him, ‘Thou art a liar,’ &c. and he disappeared.” A
deal more than this he is related to have said by his biographer, who
affirms that Anthony, “having been prevailed upon to go into a vessel
and pray with the monks, he, and he only, perceived a wretched and
terrible stink; the company said there was some salt fish in the vessel,
but he perceived another kind of scent, and while he was speaking, a
young man that had a devil, and who had entered before them and hid
himself, cried out, and the devil was rebuked by St Anthony and came out
of him, and then they all knew that it was the devil that
stunk.”--“Wonderful as these things are, there are stranger things yet;
for once, as he was going to pray, he was in a rapture, and (which is a
paradox) as soon as he stood up, he saw himself without himself, as it
were in the air, and some bitter and terrible beings standing by him in
the air too, but the angels, his guardians, withstood them,”--“He had
also another particular favour, for as he was sitting on the mount in a
praying posture, and perhaps gravelled with some doubt relating to
himself, in the night-time, one called to him, and said, ‘Anthony,
arise, go forth and look;’ so he went out and saw a certain terrible,
deformed personage standing, and reaching to the clouds, and winged
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