And presently all was reversed; his cell seemed illuminated with joy.His work pleased him; his prayers were full of unction; his psalms of praise.Hosts of little birds followed their crimson leader, and flying from snow, and a parish full of Cains, made friends one after another with Abel; fast friends.And one keen frosty night as he sang the praises of God to his tuneful psaltery, and his hollow cave rang forth the holy psalmody upon the night, as if that cave itself was Tubal's surrounding shell, or David's harp, he heard a clear whine, not unmelodious; it became louder and less in tune.He peeped through the chinks of his rude door, and there sat a great red wolf moaning melodiously with his nose high in the air.
Clement was rejoiced."My sins are going," he cried, "and the creatures of God are owning me, one after another." And in a burst of enthusiasm he struck up the laud:
"Praise Him all ye creatures of His!
"Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord."And all the time he sang the wolf bayed at intervals.
But above all he seemed now to be drawing nearer to that celestial intercourse which was the sign and the bliss of the true hermit;for he had dreams about the saints and angels, so vivid, they were more like visions.He saw bright figures clad in woven snow.They bent on him eyes lovelier than those of the antelope's he had seen at Rome, and fanned him with broad wings hued like the rainbow, and their gentle voices bade him speed upon his course.
He had not long enjoyed this felicity when his dreams began to take another and a strange complexion.He wandered with Fra Colonna over the relics of antique nations, and the friar was lame and had a staff, and this staff he waved over the mighty ruins, and were they Egyptian, Greek, or Roman, straightway the temples and palaces, whose wrecks they were, rose again like an exhalation, and were thronged with the famous dead.Songsters that might have eclipsed both Apollo and his rival poured forth their lays; women, god-like in form, and draped like Minerva, swam round the marble courts in voluptuous but easy and graceful dances.Here sculptors carved away amidst admiring pupils, and forms of supernatural beauty grew out of Parian marble in a quarter of an hour; and grave philosophers conversed on high and subtle matters, with youth listening reverently; it was a long time ago.And still beneath all this wonderful panorama a sort of suspicion or expectation lurked in the dreamer's mind."This is a prologue, a flourish, there is something behind; something that means me no good, something mysterious, awful."And one night that the wizard Colonna had transcended himself, he pointed with his stick, and there was a swallowing up of many great ancient cities, and the pair stood on a vast sandy plain with a huge crimson sun sinking to rest, There were great palm-trees; and there were bulrush hives, scarce a man's height, dotted all about to the sandy horizon, and the crimson sun.
"These are the anchorites of the Theban desert," said Colonna calmly; "followers not of Christ and His apostles, and the great fathers, but of the Greek pupils of the Egyptian pupils of the Brachmans and Gymnosophists."And Clement thought that he burned to go and embrace the holy men and tell them his troubles, and seek their advice.But he was tied by the feet somehow, and could not move, and the crimson sun sank, and it got dusk, and the hives scarce visible, And Colonna's figure became shadowy and shapeless, but his eyes glowed ten times brighter; and this thing all eyes spoke and said: "Nay, let them be, a pack of fools I see how dismal it all is." Then with a sudden sprightliness, "But I hear one of them has a manuscript of Petronius, on papyrus; I go to buy it; farewell for ever, for ever, for ever."And it was pitch dark, and a light came at Clement's back like a gentle stroke, a glorious roseate light.It warmed as well as brightened.It loosened his feet from the ground; he turned round, and there, her face irradiated with sunshine, and her hair glittering like the gloriola of a saint, was Margaret Brandt.
She blushed and smiled and cast a look of ineffable tenderness on him, "Gerard," she murmured, "be whose thou wilt by day, but at night be mine!"Even as she spoke, the agitation of seeing her so suddenly awakened him, and he found himself lying trembling from head to foot.
That radiant figure and mellow voice seemed to have struck his nightly keynote.
Awake he could pray, and praise, and worship God; he was master of his thoughts.But if he closed his eyes in sleep, Margaret, or Satan in her shape, beset him, a seeming angel of light.He might dream of a thousand different things, wide as the poles asunder, ere he woke the imperial figure was sure to come and extinguish all the rest in a moment, stellas exortus uti aetherius sol; for she came glowing with two beauties never before united, an angel's radiance and a woman's blushes.
Angels cannot blush.So he knew it was a fiend.
He was alarmed, but not so much surprised as at the demon's last artifice.From Anthony to Nicholas of the Rock scarce hermit that had not been thus beset; sometimes with gay voluptuous visions, sometimes with lovely phantoms, warm, tangible, and womanly without, demons within, nor always baffled even by the saints.
Witness that "angel form with a devil's heart" that came hanging its lovely head, like a bruised flower, to St.Macarius, with a feigned tale, and wept, and wept, and wept, and beguiled him first of his tears and then of half his virtue.
But with the examples of Satanic power and craft had come down copious records of the hermits' triumphs and the weapons by which they had conquered.
Domandum est Corpus; the body must be tamed; this had been their watchword for twelve hundred years.It was a tremendous war-cry;for they called the earthly affections, as well as appetites, body, and crushed the whole heart through the suffering and mortified flesh.