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<SPAN name="toc139" id="toc139"></SPAN> <SPAN name="pdf140" id="pdf140"></SPAN> <SPAN name="Book_III_Chap_VIII" id="Book_III_Chap_VIII" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <h2 class="tei tei-head" style= "text-align: left; margin-bottom: 2.88em; margin-top: 2.88em"> <span style="font-size: 144%">Chap. VIII. How Earconbert, King of Kent, ordered the idols to be destroyed; and of his daughter Earcongota, and his kinswoman Ethelberg, virgins consecrated to God. [640</span> <span class="tei tei-hi" style= "text-align: left"><span style= "font-size: 144%; font-variant: small-caps">a.d.</span></span><span style="font-size: 144%">]</span></h2> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">In the year of our Lord 640, Eadbald,<SPAN id="noteref_331" name="noteref_331" href= "#note_331"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">331</span></span></SPAN> king of Kent, departed this life, and left his kingdom to his son Earconbert, who governed it most nobly twenty-four years and some months. He was the first of the English kings that of his supreme authority commanded the idols throughout his whole kingdom to be forsaken and destroyed, and the fast of forty days to be observed; and that the same might not be lightly neglected, he appointed fitting and condign punishments for the offenders. His daughter Earcongota, as became the offspring of such a parent, was a most virtuous virgin, serving God in a monastery in the country of the Franks, built by a most noble abbess, named Fara, at a place called In Brige;<SPAN id="noteref_332" name="noteref_332" href= "#note_332"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">332</span></span></SPAN> for at that time but few monasteries had been built in the country of the Angles, and many were wont, for the sake of monastic life, to repair to the monasteries of the Franks or Gauls; and they also sent <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page152">[pg 152]</span><SPAN name= "Pg152" id="Pg152" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> their daughters there to be instructed, and united to their Heavenly Bridegroom, especially in the monasteries of Brige, of Cale,<SPAN id="noteref_333" name="noteref_333" href="#note_333"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">333</span></span></SPAN> and Andilegum.<SPAN id="noteref_334" name="noteref_334" href= "#note_334"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">334</span></span></SPAN> Among whom was also Saethryth,<SPAN id="noteref_335" name="noteref_335" href="#note_335"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">335</span></span></SPAN> daughter of the wife of Anna, king of the East Angles, above mentioned; and Ethelberg,<SPAN id="noteref_336" name="noteref_336" href="#note_336"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">336</span></span></SPAN> the king's own daughter; both of whom, though strangers, were for their virtue made abbesses of the monastery of Brige. Sexburg,<SPAN id= "noteref_337" name="noteref_337" href="#note_337"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">337</span></span></SPAN> that king's elder daughter, wife to Earconbert, king of Kent, had a daughter called Earcongota,<SPAN id="noteref_338" name="noteref_338" href="#note_338"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">338</span></span></SPAN> of whom we are about to speak.</p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Many wonderful works and miracles of this virgin, dedicated to God, are to this day related by the inhabitants of that place; but for us it shall suffice to say something briefly of her departure out of this world to the heavenly kingdom. The day of her summoning drawing near, she began to visit in the monastery the cells of the infirm handmaidens of Christ, and particularly those that were of a great age, or most noted for their virtuous life, and humbly commending herself to their prayers, she let them know that her death was at hand, as she had learnt by revelation, which she said she had received in this manner. She had seen a band of men, clothed in white, come into the monastery, and being asked by her what they wanted, and what they did there, they answered, <span class="tei tei-q">“They had been sent thither to carry away with them the gold coin that had been brought thither from Kent.”</span> Towards the close of that same night, as morning began to dawn, leaving the darkness of this world, she departed to the light of heaven. Many of the brethren of that monastery who were in other houses, declared they had then plainly heard choirs of singing angels, and, as it were, the sound of a multitude entering the monastery. Whereupon going out immediately to see what it might be, they beheld a great light coming down from heaven, <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page153">[pg 153]</span><SPAN name="Pg153" id="Pg153" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> which bore that holy soul, set loose from the bonds of the flesh, to the eternal joys of the celestial country. They also tell of other miracles that were wrought that night in the same monastery by the power of God; but as we must proceed to other matters, we leave them to be related by those whose concern they are. The body of this venerable virgin and bride of Christ was buried in the church of the blessed protomartyr, Stephen. It was thought fit, three days after, to take up the stone that covered the tomb, and to raise it higher in the same place, and whilst they were doing this, so sweet a fragrance rose from below, that it seemed to all the brethren and sisters there present, as if a store of balsam had been opened.</p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Her aunt also, Ethelberg, of whom we have spoken, preserved the glory, acceptable to God, of perpetual virginity, in a life of great self-denial, but the extent of her virtue became more conspicuous after her death. Whilst she was abbess, she began to build in her monastery a church, in honour of all the Apostles, wherein she desired that her body should be buried; but when that work was advanced half way, she was prevented by death from finishing it, and was buried in the place in the church which she had chosen. After her death, the brothers occupied themselves with other things, and this structure was left untouched for seven years, at the expiration whereof they resolved, by reason of the greatness of the work, wholly to abandon the building of the church, and to remove the abbess's bones thence to some other church that was finished and consecrated. On opening her tomb, they found the body as untouched by decay as it had been free from the corruption of carnal concupiscence, and having washed it again and clothed it in other garments, they removed it to the church of the blessed Stephen, the Martyr. And her festival is wont to be celebrated there with much honour on the 7th of July.</p> </div><span class="tei tei-pb" id="page154">[pg 154]</span><SPAN name= "Pg154" id="Pg154" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <div class="tei tei-div" style= "margin-bottom: 4.00em; margin-top: 4.00em"> <SPAN name="toc141" id="toc141"></SPAN> <SPAN name="pdf142" id="pdf142"></SPAN> <SPAN name="Book_III_Chap_IX" id="Book_III_Chap_IX" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <h2 class="tei tei-head" style= "text-align: left; margin-bottom: 2.88em; margin-top: 2.88em"> <span style="font-size: 144%">Chap. IX. How miracles of healing have been frequently wrought in the place where King Oswald was killed; and how, first, a traveller's horse was restored and afterwards a young girl cured of the palsy. [642</span> <span class="tei tei-hi" style="text-align: left"><span style= "font-size: 144%; font-variant: small-caps">a.d.</span></span><span style="font-size: 144%">]</span></h2> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Oswald, the most Christian king of the Northumbrians, reigned nine years, including that year which was held accursed for the barbarous cruelty of the king of the Britons and the reckless apostacy of the English kings; for, as was said above,<SPAN id="noteref_339" name="noteref_339" href= "#note_339"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">339</span></span></SPAN> it is agreed by the unanimous consent of all, that the names and memory of the apostates should be erased from the catalogue of the Christian kings, and no year assigned to their reign. After which period, Oswald was killed in a great battle, by the same pagan nation and pagan king of the Mercians, who had slain his predecessor Edwin, at a place called in the English tongue Maserfelth,<SPAN id="noteref_340" name="noteref_340" href= "#note_340"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">340</span></span></SPAN> in the thirty-eighth year of his age, on the fifth day of the month of August.<SPAN id="noteref_341" name="noteref_341" href= "#note_341"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">341</span></span></SPAN></p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">How great his faith was towards God, and how remarkable his devotion, has been made evident by miracles even after his death; for, in the place where he was killed by the pagans, fighting for his country, sick men and cattle are frequently healed to this day. Whence it came to pass that many took up the very dust of the place where his body fell, and putting it into water, brought much relief with it to their friends who were sick. This custom came so much into use, that the earth being carried away by degrees, a hole was made as deep as the height of a man. Nor is it surprising that the sick should be healed in the place where he died; for, whilst he lived, he never ceased to provide for the poor and the sick, and to bestow alms on them, and assist them. <span class="tei tei-pb" id= "page155">[pg 155]</span><SPAN name="Pg155" id="Pg155" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> Many miracles are said to have been wrought in that place, or with the dust carried from it; but we have thought it sufficient to mention two, which we have heard from our elders.</p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">It happened, not long after his death, that a man was travelling on horseback near that place, when his horse on a sudden fell sick, stood still, hung his head, and foamed at the mouth, and, at length, as his pain increased, he fell to the ground; the rider dismounted, and taking off his saddle,<SPAN id="noteref_342" name="noteref_342" href= "#note_342"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">342</span></span></SPAN> waited to see whether the beast would recover or die. At length, after writhing for a long time in extreme anguish, the horse happened in his struggles to come to the very place where the great king died. Immediately the pain abated, the beast ceased from his frantic kicking, and, after the manner of horses, as if resting from his weariness, he rolled from side to side, and then starting up, perfectly recovered, began to graze hungrily on the green herbage. The rider observing this, and being an intelligent man, concluded that there must be some wonderful sanctity in the place where the horse had been healed, and he marked the spot. After which he again mounted his horse, and went on to the inn where he intended to stop. On his arrival he found a girl, niece to the landlord, who had long been sick of the palsy; and when the members of the household, in his presence, lamented the girl's grievous calamity, he gave them an account of the place where his horse had been cured. In brief, she was put into a wagon and carried to the place and laid down there. At first she slept awhile, and when she awoke, found herself healed of her infirmity. Upon which she called for water, washed her face, arranged her hair, put a kerchief on her head, and returned home on foot, in good health, with those who had brought her.</p> </div><span class="tei tei-pb" id="page156">[pg 156]</span><SPAN name= "Pg156" id="Pg156" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <div class="tei tei-div" style= "margin-bottom: 4.00em; margin-top: 4.00em"> <SPAN name="toc143" id="toc143"></SPAN> <SPAN name="pdf144" id="pdf144"></SPAN> <h2 class="tei tei-head" style= "text-align: left; margin-bottom: 2.88em; margin-top: 2.88em"> <span style="font-size: 144%">Chap. X. How the dust of that place prevailed against fire. [After 642</span> <span class="tei tei-hi" style="text-align: left"><span style= "font-size: 144%; font-variant: small-caps">a.d.</span></span><span style="font-size: 144%">]</span></h2> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">About the same time, another traveller, a Briton, as is reported, happened to pass by the same place, where the aforesaid battle was fought. Observing one particular spot of ground greener and more beautiful than any other part of the field, he had the wisdom to infer that the cause of the unusual greenness in that place must be that some person of greater holiness than any other in the army had been killed there. He therefore took along with him some of the dust of that piece of ground, tying it up in a linen cloth, supposing, as was indeed the case, that it would be of use for curing sick people, and proceeding on his journey, came in the evening to a certain village, and entered a house where the villagers were feasting at supper. Being received by the owners of the house, he sat down with them at the entertainment, hanging the cloth, with the dust which he had carried in it, on a post in the wall. They sat long at supper and drank deep. Now there was a great fire in the middle of the room, and it happened that the sparks flew up and caught the roof of the house, which being made of wattles and thatch, was suddenly wrapped in flames; the guests ran out in panic and confusion, but they were not able to save the burning house, which was rapidly being destroyed. Wherefore the house was burnt down, and only that post on which the dust hung in the linen cloth remained safe and untouched by the fire. When they beheld this miracle, they were all amazed, and inquiring into it diligently, learned that the dust had been taken from the place where the blood of King Oswald had been shed. These wonderful works being made known and reported abroad, many began daily to resort to that place, and received the blessing of health for themselves and their friends.</p> </div><span class="tei tei-pb" id="page157">[pg 157]</span><SPAN name= "Pg157" id="Pg157" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <div class="tei tei-div" style= "margin-bottom: 4.00em; margin-top: 4.00em"> <SPAN name="toc145" id="toc145"></SPAN> <SPAN name="pdf146" id="pdf146"></SPAN> <SPAN name="Book_III_Chap_XI" id="Book_III_Chap_XI" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <h2 class="tei tei-head" style= "text-align: left; margin-bottom: 2.88em; margin-top: 2.88em"> <span style="font-size: 144%">Chap. XI. How a light from Heaven stood all night over his relics, and how those possessed with devils were healed by them. [679-697</span> <span class= "tei tei-hi" style="text-align: left"><span style= "font-size: 144%; font-variant: small-caps">a.d.</span></span><span style="font-size: 144%">]</span></h2> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Among the rest, I think we ought not to pass over in silence the miracles and signs from Heaven that were shown when King Oswald's bones were found, and translated into the church where they are now preserved. This was done by the zealous care of Osthryth, queen of the Mercians,<SPAN id="noteref_343" name="noteref_343" href= "#note_343"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">343</span></span></SPAN> the daughter of his brother Oswy, who reigned after him, as shall be said hereafter.</p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">There is a famous monastery in the province of Lindsey, called Beardaneu,<SPAN id="noteref_344" name="noteref_344" href= "#note_344"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">344</span></span></SPAN> which that queen and her husband Ethelred greatly loved and venerated, conferring upon it many honours. It was here that she was desirous to lay the revered bones of her uncle. When the wagon in which those bones were carried arrived towards evening at the aforesaid monastery, they that were in it were unwilling to admit them, because, though they knew him to be a holy man, yet, as he was a native of another province, and had obtained the sovereignty over them, they retained their ancient aversion to him even after his death. Thus it came to pass that the relics were left in the open air all that night, with only a large tent spread over the wagon which contained them. But it was revealed by a sign from Heaven with how much reverence they ought to be received by all the faithful; for all that night, a pillar of light, reaching from the wagon up to heaven, was visible in almost every part of the province of Lindsey. Hereupon, in the morning, the brethren of that monastery who had refused it the day before, began themselves earnestly to pray that those holy relics, beloved of God, might be laid among them. Accordingly, the bones, being washed, were put into a shrine which they had made for that purpose, and placed <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page158">[pg 158]</span><SPAN name= "Pg158" id="Pg158" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> in the church, with due honour; and that there might be a perpetual memorial of the royal character of this holy man, they hung up over the monument his banner of gold and purple. Then they poured out the water in which they had washed the bones, in a corner of the cemetery.<SPAN id= "noteref_345" name="noteref_345" href="#note_345"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">345</span></span></SPAN> From that time, the very earth which received that holy water, had the power of saving grace in casting out devils from the bodies of persons possessed.</p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Lastly, when the aforesaid queen afterwards abode some time in that monastery, there came to visit her a certain venerable abbess, who is still living, called Ethelhild, the sister of the holy men, Ethelwin<SPAN id= "noteref_346" name="noteref_346" href="#note_346"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">346</span></span></SPAN> and Aldwin, the first of whom was bishop in the province of Lindsey, the other abbot of the monastery of Peartaneu;<SPAN id="noteref_347" name="noteref_347" href="#note_347"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">347</span></span></SPAN> not far from which was the monastery of Ethelhild. When this lady was come, in a conversation between her and the queen, the discourse, among other things, turning upon Oswald, she said, that she also had that night seen the light over his relics reaching up to heaven. The queen thereupon added, that the very dust of the pavement on which the water that washed the bones had been poured out, had already healed many sick persons. The abbess thereupon desired that some of that health-bringing dust might be given her, and, receiving it, she tied it up in a cloth, and, putting it into a casket, returned home. Some time after, when she was in her monastery, there came to it a guest, who was wont often in the night to be on a sudden grievously tormented with an unclean spirit; he being hospitably entertained, when he had gone to bed after supper, was suddenly seized by the Devil, and began to cry out, to gnash his teeth, to foam at the mouth, and to writhe and distort his limbs. None being able to hold or bind him, the servant ran, and knocking at the door, told <span class="tei tei-pb" id= "page159">[pg 159]</span><SPAN name="Pg159" id="Pg159" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> the abbess. She, opening the monastery door, went out herself with one of the nuns to the men's apartment, and calling a priest, desired that he would go with her to the sufferer. Being come thither, and seeing many present, who had not been able, by their efforts, to hold the tormented person and restrain his convulsive movements, the priest used exorcisms, and did all that he could to assuage the madness of the unfortunate man, but, though he took much pains, he could not prevail. When no hope appeared of easing him in his ravings, the abbess bethought herself of the dust, and immediately bade her handmaiden go and fetch her the casket in which it was. As soon as she came with it, as she had been bidden, and was entering the hall of the house, in the inner part whereof the possessed person was writhing in torment, he suddenly became silent, and laid down his head, as if he had been falling asleep, stretching out all his limbs to rest. <span class="tei tei-q">“Silence fell upon all and intent they gazed,”</span><SPAN id="noteref_348" name="noteref_348" href= "#note_348"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">348</span></span></SPAN> anxiously waiting to see the end of the matter. And after about the space of an hour the man that had been tormented sat up, and fetching a deep sigh, said, <span class="tei tei-q">“Now I am whole, for I am restored to my senses.”</span> They earnestly inquired how that came to pass, and he answered, <span class= "tei tei-q">“As soon as that maiden drew near the hall of this house, with the casket she brought, all the evil spirits that vexed me departed and left me, and were no more to be seen.”</span> Then the abbess gave him a little of that dust, and the priest having prayed, he passed that night in great peace; nor was he, from that time forward, alarmed by night, or in any way troubled by his old enemy.</p> </div> <div class="tei tei-div" style= "margin-bottom: 4.00em; margin-top: 4.00em"> <SPAN name="toc147" id="toc147"></SPAN> <SPAN name="pdf148" id="pdf148"></SPAN> <SPAN name="Book_III_Chap_XII" id="Book_III_Chap_XII" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <h2 class="tei tei-head" style= "text-align: left; margin-bottom: 2.88em; margin-top: 2.88em"> <span style="font-size: 144%">Chap. XII. How a little boy was cured of a fever at his tomb.</span></h2> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Some time after, there was a certain little boy in the said monastery, who had been long grievously troubled with <span class="tei tei-pb" id= "page160">[pg 160]</span><SPAN name="Pg160" id="Pg160" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> a fever; he was one day anxiously expecting the hour when his fit was to come on, when one of the brothers, coming in to him, said, <span class="tei tei-q">“Shall I tell you, my son, how you may be cured of this sickness? Rise, enter the church, and go close to Oswald's tomb; sit down and stay there quiet and do not leave it; do not come away, or stir from the place, till the time is past, when the fever leaves you: then I will go in and fetch you away.”</span> The boy did as he was advised, and the disease durst not assail him as he sat by the saint's tomb; but fled in such fear that it did not dare to touch him, either the second or third day, or ever after. The brother that came from thence, and told me this, added, that at the time when he was talking with me, the young man was then still living in the monastery, on whom, when a boy, that miracle of healing had been wrought. Nor need we wonder that the prayers of that king who is now reigning with our Lord, should be very efficacious with Him, since he, whilst yet governing his temporal kingdom, was always wont to pray and labour more for that which is eternal. Nay, it is said, that he often continued in prayer from the hour of morning thanksgiving<SPAN id="noteref_349" name="noteref_349" href= "#note_349"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">349</span></span></SPAN> till it was day; and that by reason of his constant custom of praying or giving thanks to God, he was wont always, wherever he sat, to hold his hands on his knees with the palms turned upwards. It is also commonly affirmed and has passed into a proverb, that he ended his life in prayer; for when he was beset with the weapons of his enemies, and perceived that death was at hand, he prayed for the souls of his army. Whence it is proverbially said, <span class= "tei tei-q">“ <span class="tei tei-q">‘Lord have mercy on their souls,’</span> said Oswald, as he fell to the ground.”</span></p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Now his bones were translated to the monastery which we have mentioned, and buried therein: but the king who slew him commanded his head, and hands, with the arms, to be cut off from the body, and set upon stakes. But his successor in the throne, Oswy, coming thither the next year with his army, took them down, and buried <span class= "tei tei-pb" id="page161">[pg 161]</span><SPAN name="Pg161" id="Pg161" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> his head in the cemetery of the church of Lindisfarne,<SPAN id="noteref_350" name="noteref_350" href= "#note_350"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">350</span></span></SPAN> and the hands and arms in his royal city.<SPAN id="noteref_351" name= "noteref_351" href="#note_351"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">351</span></span></SPAN></p> </div> <div class="tei tei-div" style= "margin-bottom: 4.00em; margin-top: 4.00em"> <SPAN name="toc149" id="toc149"></SPAN> <SPAN name="pdf150" id="pdf150"></SPAN> <SPAN name="Book_III_Chap_XIII" id="Book_III_Chap_XIII" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <h2 class="tei tei-head" style= "text-align: left; margin-bottom: 2.88em; margin-top: 2.88em"> <span style="font-size: 144%">Chap. XIII. How a certain person in Ireland was restored, when at the point of death, by his relics.</span></h2> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Nor was the fame of the renowned Oswald confined to Britain, but, spreading rays of healing light even beyond the sea, reached also to Germany and Ireland. For the most reverend prelate, Acca,<SPAN id="noteref_352" name="noteref_352" href="#note_352"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">352</span></span></SPAN> is wont to relate, that when, in his journey to Rome,<SPAN id= "noteref_353" name="noteref_353" href="#note_353"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">353</span></span></SPAN> he and his bishop Wilfrid stayed some time with Wilbrord,<SPAN id= "noteref_354" name="noteref_354" href="#note_354"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">354</span></span></SPAN> the holy archbishop of the Frisians, he often heard him tell of the wonders which had been wrought in that province at the relics of that most worshipful king. And he used to say that in Ireland, when, being yet only a priest, he led the life of a stranger and pilgrim for love of the eternal country, the fame of that king's sanctity was already spread far and near in that island also. One of the miracles, among the rest, which he related, we have thought fit to insert in this our history.</p><span class="tei tei-pb" id= "page162">[pg 162]</span><SPAN name="Pg162" id="Pg162" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em"><span class= "tei tei-q">“At the time,”</span> said he, <span class= "tei tei-q">“of the plague which made such widespread havoc in Britain and Ireland, among others, a certain scholar of the Scottish race was smitten with the disease, a man learned in the study of letters, but in no way careful or studious of his eternal salvation; who, seeing his death near at hand, began to fear and tremble lest, as soon as he was dead, he should be hurried away to the prison-house of Hell for his sins. He called me, for I was near, and trembling and sighing in his weakness, with a lamentable voice made his complaint to me, after this manner: <span class= "tei tei-q">‘You see that my bodily distress increases, and that I am now reduced to the point of death. Nor do I question but that after the death of my body, I shall be immediately snatched away to the everlasting death of my soul, and cast into the torments of hell, since for a long time, amidst all my reading of divine books, I have suffered myself to be ensnared by sin, instead of keeping the commandments of God. But it is my resolve, if the Divine Mercy shall grant me a new term of life, to correct my sinful habits, and wholly to devote anew my mind and life to obedience to the Divine will. But I know that I have no merits of my own whereby to obtain a prolongation of life, nor can I hope to have it, unless it shall please God to forgive me, wretched and unworthy of pardon as I am, through the help of those who have faithfully served him. We have heard, and the report is widespread, that there was in your nation a king, of wonderful sanctity, called Oswald, the excellency of whose faith and virtue has been made famous even after his death by the working of many miracles. I beseech you, if you have any relics of his in your keeping, that you will bring them to me; if haply the Lord shall be pleased, through his merits, to have mercy on me.’</span> I answered, <span class="tei tei-q">‘I have indeed a part of the stake on which his head was set up by the pagans, when he was killed, and if you believe with steadfast heart, the Divine mercy may, through the merits of so great a man, both grant you a longer term of life here, and render you worthy to be admitted into eternal life.’</span> He answered immediately <span class= "tei tei-pb" id="page163">[pg 163]</span><SPAN name="Pg163" id="Pg163" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> that he had entire faith therein. Then I blessed some water, and put into it a splinter of the aforesaid oak, and gave it to the sick man to drink. He presently found ease, and, recovering of his sickness, lived a long time after; and, being entirely converted to God in heart and deed, wherever he went, he spoke of the goodness of his merciful Creator, and the honour of His faithful servant.”</span></p> </div> <div class="tei tei-div" style= "margin-bottom: 4.00em; margin-top: 4.00em"> <SPAN name="toc151" id="toc151"></SPAN> <SPAN name="pdf152" id="pdf152"></SPAN> <SPAN name="Book_III_Chap_XIV" id="Book_III_Chap_XIV" class= "tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> <h2 class="tei tei-head" style= "text-align: left; margin-bottom: 2.88em; margin-top: 2.88em"> <span style="font-size: 144%">Chap. XIV. How on the death of Paulinus, Ithamar was made bishop of Rochester in his stead; and of the wonderful humility of King Oswin, who was cruelly slain by Oswy. [644-651</span> <span class="tei tei-hi" style= "text-align: left"><span style= "font-size: 144%; font-variant: small-caps">a.d.</span></span><span style="font-size: 144%">]</span></h2> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Oswald being translated to the heavenly kingdom, his brother Oswy,<SPAN id= "noteref_355" name="noteref_355" href="#note_355"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">355</span></span></SPAN> a young man of about thirty years of age, succeeded him on the throne of his earthly kingdom, and held it twenty-eight years with much trouble, being attacked by the pagan nation of the Mercians, that had slain his brother, as also by his son Alchfrid,<SPAN id= "noteref_356" name="noteref_356" href="#note_356"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">356</span></span></SPAN> and by his nephew Oidilwald,<SPAN id="noteref_357" name="noteref_357" href="#note_357"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">357</span></span></SPAN> the son of his brother who reigned before him. In his second year, that is, in the year of our Lord 644, the most reverend Father Paulinus, formerly Bishop of York, but at that time Bishop of the city of Rochester, departed to the Lord, on the 10th day of October, having held the office of a bishop nineteen years, two months, and twenty-one days; and was buried in the sacristy of the blessed Apostle Andrew,<SPAN id="noteref_358" name="noteref_358" href= "#note_358"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">358</span></span></SPAN> which King Ethelbert had built from the foundation, in the same city of Rochester. In his place, Archbishop Honorius <span class= "tei tei-pb" id="page164">[pg 164]</span><SPAN name="Pg164" id="Pg164" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> ordained Ithamar,<SPAN id="noteref_359" name="noteref_359" href="#note_359"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">359</span></span></SPAN> of the Kentish nation, but not inferior to his predecessors in learning and conduct of life.</p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">Oswy, during the first part of his reign, had a partner in the royal dignity called Oswin, of the race of King Edwin, and son to Osric<SPAN id= "noteref_360" name="noteref_360" href="#note_360"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">360</span></span></SPAN> of whom we have spoken above, a man of wonderful piety and devotion, who governed the province of the Deiri seven years in very great prosperity, and was himself beloved by all men. But Oswy, who governed all the other northern part of the nation beyond the Humber, that is, the province of the Bernicians, could not live at peace with him; and at last, when the causes of their disagreement increased, he murdered him most cruelly. For when each had raised an army against the other, Oswin perceived that he could not maintain a war against his enemy who had more auxiliaries than himself, and he thought it better at that time to lay aside all thoughts of engaging, and to reserve himself for better times. He therefore disbanded the army which he had assembled, and ordered all his men to return to their own homes, from the place that is called Wilfaraesdun,<SPAN id="noteref_361" name="noteref_361" href= "#note_361"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">361</span></span></SPAN> that is, Wilfar's Hill, which is about ten miles distant from the village called Cataract, towards the north-west. He himself, with only one trusty thegn, whose name was Tondhere, withdrew and lay concealed in the house of Hunwald, a noble,<SPAN id="noteref_362" name="noteref_362" href="#note_362"><span class= "tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">362</span></span></SPAN> whom he imagined to be his most assured friend. But, alas! it was far otherwise; for Hunwald betrayed him, and Oswy, by the hands of his reeve, Ethilwin, foully slew him and the thegn aforesaid. This happened on the 20th of August, in the ninth year of his reign, at a place called Ingetlingum, where afterwards, to atone for this <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page165">[pg 165]</span><SPAN name= "Pg165" id="Pg165" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> crime, a monastery was built,<SPAN id="noteref_363" name="noteref_363" href= "#note_363"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">363</span></span></SPAN> wherein prayers should be daily offered up to God for the redemption of the souls of both kings, to wit, of him that was murdered, and of him that commanded the murder.</p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">King Oswin was of a goodly countenance, and tall of stature, pleasant in discourse, and courteous in behaviour; and bountiful to all, gentle and simple alike; so that he was beloved by all men for the royal dignity of his mind and appearance and actions, and men of the highest rank came from almost all provinces to serve him. Among all the graces of virtue and moderation by which he was distinguished and, if I may say so, blessed in a special manner, humility is said to have been the greatest, which it will suffice to prove by one instance.</p> <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1.00em">He had given a beautiful horse to Bishop Aidan, to use either in crossing rivers, or in performing a journey upon any urgent necessity, though the Bishop was wont to travel ordinarily on foot. Some short time after, a poor man meeting the Bishop, and asking alms, he immediately dismounted, and ordered the horse, with all his royal trappings, to be given to the beggar; for he was very compassionate, a great friend to the poor, and, in a manner, the father of the wretched. This being told to the king, when they were going in to dinner, he said to the Bishop, <span class= "tei tei-q">“What did you mean, my lord Bishop, by giving the poor man that royal horse, which it was fitting that you should have for your own use? Had not we many other horses of less value, or things of other sorts, which would have been good enough to give to the poor, instead of giving that horse, which I had chosen and set apart for your own use?”</span> Thereupon the Bishop answered, <span class="tei tei-q">“What do you say, O king? Is that son of a mare more dear to you than that son of God?”</span> Upon this they went in to dinner, and the Bishop sat in his place; but the king, who had come in from hunting, stood warming himself, with his attendants, at the fire. Then, on a sudden, whilst he was warming himself, calling <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page166">[pg 166]</span><SPAN name="Pg166" id="Pg166" class="tei tei-anchor"></SPAN> to mind what the bishop had said to him, he ungirt his sword, and gave it to a servant, and hastened to the Bishop and fell down at his feet, beseeching him to forgive him; <span class= "tei tei-q">“For from this time forward,”</span> said he, <span class="tei tei-q">“I will never speak any more of this, nor will I judge of what or how much of our money you shall give to the sons of God.”</span> The bishop was much moved at this sight, and starting up, raised him, saying that he was entirely reconciled to him, if he would but sit down to his meat, and lay aside all sorrow. The king, at the bishop's command and request, was comforted, but the bishop, on the other hand, grew sad and was moved even to tears. His priest then asking him, in the language of his country, which the king and his servants did not understand, why he wept, <span class="tei tei-q">“I know,”</span> said he, <span class="tei tei-q">“that the king will not live long; for I never before saw a humble king; whence I perceive that he will soon be snatched out of this life, because this nation is not worthy of such a ruler.”</span> Not long after, the bishop's gloomy foreboding was fulfilled by the king's sad death, as has been said above. But Bishop Aidan himself was also taken out of this world, not more than twelve days after the death of the king he loved, on the 31st of August,<SPAN id="noteref_364" name="noteref_364" href= "#note_364"><span class="tei tei-noteref"><span style= "font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super">364</span></span></SPAN> to receive the eternal reward of his labours from the Lord.</p> </div> <div class="tei tei-div" style= "margin-bottom: 4.00em; margin-top: 4.00em">
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