ALL FOR LOVE; OR, A SINNER WELL SAVED. TO CAROLINE BOWLES. COULD I look forward to a distant day, KESWICK, Feb. 21, 1829. ROBERT SOUTHEY. THE story of the following poem is taken from a "Life of St. Basil," ascribed to his contemporary St. Amphilochius, Bishop of Iconium; a Latin version of which, made by Cardinal Ursus in the ninth century, is inserted by Rosweyde among the "Lives of the Fathers," in his compilation "Historiæ Eremiticæ." The original had not then been printed; but Rosweyde obtained a copy of it from the Royal Library at Paris. He intimates no suspicion concerning the authenticity of the life, or the truth of this particular legend; observing only, that "hæc narratio apud solum invenitur Amphilochium." It is, indeed, the flower of the work; and, as such, had been culled by some earlier translator than Ursus. The very learned Dominican, P. François Combefis, published the original, with a version of his own, and endeavored to establish its authenticity in opposition to Baronius, who supposed the life to have been written by some other Amphilochius, not by the Bishop of Iconium. Had Combefis possessed powers of mind equal to his erudition, he might even then have been in some degree prejudiced upon this subject; for, according to Baillet, "il avoit un attachement particulier pour S. Basile." His version is inserted in the "Acta Sanctorum (Jun. t. ii. pp. 937-57). But the Bollandist Baert brands the life there as apocryphal; and, in his annotations, treats Combefis more rudely, it may be suspected, than he would have done had he not belonged to a rival and hostile order. I. A YOUTH hath entered the Sorcerer's door; For his knees fail, and his flesh quakes, "Look up, young man!" the Sorcerer said; 66 Or art thou too modest to tell thy tale? 66 Thy name is Eleëmon; Proterius's freedman thou art; "But fearing (as thou well mayst fear!) The high-born Maid to woo, Thou hast tried what secret prayers and vows And sacrifice might do. "Thou hast prayed unto all Saints in Heaven, "And thou, I know, the Ancient Gods, "On Jove and Phoebus thou hast called, 66 And on her who still at Ephesus Retains a faded fame. 'Thy voice to Baal hath been raised; And to all Gods of elder time, When they ruled earth, seas, and skies. "Their Images are deaf! Their Oracles are dumb! "Ay, because neither Saints nor Gods Thou comest to me, Eleëmon, "I answer thee, Yes!' But a faint heart Can never accomplish its ends: Put thy trust boldly in him, and be sure He never forsakes his friends." While Eleëmon listened, At the ugly voice of Abibas, And he could then almost have given But his Good Angel had left him So, in the strength of evil shame, His mind the young man knit "Let thy Master give me what I seek, O Servant of Satan!" he said, “As I ask firmly, and for his "Time presses. Cyra is content To bid the world farewell, And pass her days, a virgin vowed, Among Emmelia's sisterhood, The tenant of a cell. "Thus hath her Father willed, that so "The admiring people say of this, "Through Cappadocia far and wide "The robes are ready, rich with gold. Even like a bridal dress, |