ALL FOR LOVE, OR A SINNER WELL SAVED. 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 Historia Eremitica. 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 endeavoured 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. 937-957.) 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. Should the reader be desirous of comparing the Poem with the Legend, he may find the story, as transcribed from Rosweyde, among the Notes. I. A YOUTH hath enter'd the Sorcerer's door, For his knees fail and his flesh quakes, And his heart beats audibly. 3 3 "Look up, young man!" the Sorcerer said, Or art thou too modest to tell thy tale? 3 4 24 + 4 Proterius's freedman thou art ; And on Cyra, thy Master's daughter, Thou hast madly fix'd thy heart. — "But fearing (as thou well mayest fear!) The high-born Maid to woo, Thou hast tried what secret prayers and vows "Thou hast prayed unto all Saints in Heaven, "And thou, I know, the Ancient Gods, "On Jove and Phoebus thou hast call'd, "Thy voice to Baal hath been raised; And to all Gods of elder time "Their Images are deaf! · And therefore thou, in thy despair, Ay, because neither Saints nor Gods Thou comest to me, Eleëmon, To ask if Satan will! "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 listen'd And he could then almost have given His fatal purpose o'er ; But his Good Angel had left him, When he entered the Sorcerer's door. So in the strength of evil shame, "Let thy Master give me what I seek, O Servant of Satan," he said, "As I ask firmly, and for his Renounce all other aid! "Time presses. Cyra is content |