The Lives of the Saints, Volume 02 (of 16): FebruaryBaring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
Religion
The Lives of the Saints, Volume 02 (of 16): February
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
Christian saints
Romuald's sojourn in the Venetian territory was brought to an end, by
the death of several of his companions. On this he returned to the
neighbourhood which he had left years before, and erected a cell for
himself, in the marsh of Classe, in the place called "Pons Petri,"
removing it subsequently to the locality in which afterwards arose the
church of the Blessed Martin "in sylva." Here he experienced many and
violent temptations of the devil, who plied him sometimes with
terrifying visions, sometimes with distressing doubts about the
reality of his vocation, and his hope of final salvation. But as a
good soldier of Jesus Christ he combated the evil one with the
spiritual weapons of prayer and fasting, and meeting him boldly at
every turn, repelled all his assaults.
After a while, he removed again to another place, where he built a
monastery in honour of Michael the Archangel, which he peopled with
monks, he himself still living solitary in his cell. While he was
living here, a friend one day sent him a sum of money, about £21
sterling, intending it as a relief to his bodily necessities. He
immediately sent off a portion of the money to the brethren of a
monastery which had been just burnt down, to help towards the
rebuilding, and put the remainder away for some similar purpose. This
coming to the ears of the monks at S. Michael's they were so enraged
that they came down to his cell in a body, gave him a good beating,
and drove him from the neighbourhood with insults and reproaches.
Highly delighted with their exploit, they returned to the monastery,
and made preparations to celebrate the occasion by a great feast. But
their triumph was short; for the ringleader in the attack on Romuald,
on his way to obtain some honey to make mead for the carouse, had to
cross a bridge which overhung a furious torrent; in the midst of the
bridge something tripped him up, he stumbled, and falling headlong
into the stream, perished by the just judgment of God; and that very
night the rest of the monks were all but buried in the ruins of their
dwelling, which fell upon them as they were sleeping heavily after
their banquet, and bruises and broken bones convinced them that they
had made a bad bargain in revolting against Romuald's severe rule.
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