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To be retarding her progress in the mornings as August reaches its end. Today is the feast of the great Doctor Saint Augustine (Introibo, CE, Wiki); the Mass is In medio Ecclesiae

We've reached the fifth volume that Dom Guéranger devotes to the season post Pentecosten.

Today Augustine, the greatest and the humblest of the Doctors, is hailed by heaven, where his conversion caused greater joy than that of any other sinner; and celebrated by the Church, who is enlightened by his writings as to the power, the value, and the gratuitousness of divine grace. Since that wonderful, heavenly conversation at Ostia, God had completed His triumph in the son of Monica’s tears and of Ambrose’s holiness. Far away from the great cities where pleasure had seduced him, the former rhetorician now cared only to nourish his soul with the simplicity of the Scriptures, in silence and solitude. But grace, after breaking the double chain that bound his mind and his heart, was to have still greater dominion over him; the pontifical consecration was to consummate Augustine’s union with that divine Wisdom, whom alone he declared he loved for her own sole sake, caring neither for rest nor life save on her account. From this height, to which the divine mercy had raised him, let us hear him pouring out his heart: 

Too late have I loved Thee, Beauty so ancient and yet so new, too late have I loved Thee. And behold Thou wast within me, and I, having wandered out of myself, sought Thee everywhere without. I questioned the earth, and she answered me: I am not the one thou seekest; and all the creatures of earth made the same reply. I questioned the sea and its abysses and all the living things therein, and they answered: We are not thy God; seek above us. I questioned the restless winds; and all the air with its inhabitants replied: Anaximenes is mistaken, we are not God. Questioned the sky, the sun, the moon, the stars, and they said: We are not the God whom thou seekest. And said to all these things that stand without at the gates of my senses: Ye have all confessed concerning my God that ye are not He, tell me now something about Him. And they all cried with one great voice: It is He that made us. I questioned them with my desires, and they answered by their beauty. 

Let the air and the waters and the earth be silent! Let man keep silence in his own soul! Let him pass beyond his own thought; for beyond all language of men or of angels, He, of whom creatures speak, makes Himself heard; where signs and images and figurative visions cease, there eternal Wisdom reveals Herself. Thou didst call and cry so loud that my deaf ears could hear Thee; Thou didst shine so brightly that my blind eyes could see Thee; Thy fragrance exhilarated me, and it is after Thee that I aspire; having tasted Thee I hunger and thirst; Thou hast touched me and thrilled me, and burn to be in Thy peaceful rest. When shall I be united to Thee with my whole being, then will my sorrows and labours cease. 

To the end of his life Augustine never ceased to fight for the truth against all the heresies then invented by the father of lies; in his ever repeated victories, we know not which to admire most: his knowledge of the holy Scriptures, his powerful logic, or his eloquence. We see too that divine charity which, while inflexibly upholding every iota of God’s rights, is full of ineffable compassion for the unhappy beings who do not understand those rights. 

Let those be hard upon you who do not know what labour it is to reach the truth and turn away from error. Let those be hard upon you, who know not how rare thing it is, and how much it costs, to overcome the false images of the senses and to dwell in peace of soul. Let those be hard upon you, who know not with what difficulty man’s mental eye is healed so as to be able to gaze upon the Sun of justice; who know not throug what sighs and groans one attains to some little knowledge of God. Let those, finally, be hard upon you, who have never known seduction like that whereby you are deceived. As for me, who have been tossed about by the vain imaginations of which my mind was in search, and who have shared your misery and so long deplored it, I could not by any means be harsh to you.

These touching words were addressed to the disciples of Manes, who were hemmed in on all sides even by the laws of the pagan emperors. How fearful is the misery of our fallen race, when the darkness of hell can overpower the loftiest intellects! Augustine, the formidable opponent of heresy, was, for nine years previously, the convinced disciple and ardent apostle of Manicheism. This heresy was a strange variety of Gnostic dualism, which, to explain the existence of evil, made god of evil itself; and which owed its prolonged influence to the pleasure taken in it by satan’s pride. 

Augustine sustained also prolonged though more local struggle against the Donatists, whose teaching was based on a principle as false as the fact from which it professed to originate. This fact, which on the petitions presented by the Donatists themselves was juridically proved to be false, was that Caecilianus, primate of Africa in 311, had received episcopal consecration from traditores, i.e. ones who had delivered up the sacred Books in time of persecution. No one, argued the Donatists, could communicate with sinners, without himself ceasing to form part of the flock of Christ; therefore, as the bishops of the rest of the world had continued to communicate with Caecilianus and his successors, the Donatists alone were now the Church. This groundless schism was established among most of the inhabitants of Roman Africa, with its four hundred and ten bishops, and its troops of Circumcellions ever ready to commit murders and violence upon the Catholics on the roads or in isolated houses. The greater part of our saint’s time was occupied in trying to bring back these lost sheep. 

We must not imagine him studying at his ease, in the peace of quiet episcopal city chosen as if for the purpose by Providence, and there writing those precious works whose fruits the whole world has enjoyed even to our days. There is no fecundity on earth without sufferings and trials, known sometimes to men, sometimes to God alone. When the writings of the saints awaken in us pious thoughts and generous resolutions, we must not be satisfied, as we might in the case of profane books, with admiring the genius of the authors, but think with gratitude of the price they paid for the supernatural good produced in our souls. Before Augustine’s arrival in Hippo, the Donatists were so great a majority of the population, that, as he himself informs us, they could even forbid anyone to bake bread for Catholics. When the saint died, things were very different; but the pastor, who had made it his first duty to save, even in spite of themselves, the souls confided to him, had been obliged to spend his days and nights in this great work, and had more than once run the risk of martyrdom. The leaders of the schismatics, fearing the force of his reasoning even more than his eloquence, refused all intercourse with him; they declared that to put Augustine to death would be praiseworthy action, which would merit for the perpetrator the remission of his sins. ‘Pray for us,’ he said at the beginning of his episcopate, pray for us who live in so precarious state, as it were between the teeth of furious wolves. These wandering sheep, obstinate sheep, are offended because we run after them, as if their wandering made them cease to be ours. Why dost thou call us? they say, why dost thou pursue us? But the very reason of our cries and our anguish is that they are running to their ruin. If am lost, if die, what is it to thee? what dost thou want with me? What want is to call thee back from thy wandering; what desire is to snatch thee from death. But what if I will to wander? what if I will to be lost ? Thou willest to wander? thou willest to be lost? How much more earnestly do I wish it not! Yea, I dare to say it, I am importunate; for hear the Apostle saying: “Preach the word: be instant in season, out of season". In season, when they are willing; out of season, when they are unwilling. Yes then, I am importunate: thou willest to perish, I will it not. And He wills it not, who threatened the shepherds saying: “That which was driven away you have not brought again, neither have you sought that which was lost.” Am I to fear thee more than Him? fear thee not; the tribunal of Donatus cannot take the place of Christ’s judgment seat, before which we must all appear. Whether thou will it or not, I shall call back the wandering sheep, shall seek the lost sheep. The thorns may tear me but however narrow the opening may be, it shall not check my pursuit; I will beat every bush, as long as 'the Lord gives me strength; so only can I get to thee wherever thou strivest to perish.

Driven into their last trenches by such unconquerable charity, the Donatists replied by massacring clerics and faithful, since they could not touch Augustine himself. [I've left out, here, a disquisition upon Saint Augustine's concession to the use of the secular power to compel heretics and schismatics-- it is an important question of course but Dom Prosper's not particularly well-suited to discuss it.]

Meanwhile the justice of heaven was falling upon the queen of nations; Rome, after the triumph of the Cross, had not profited of God’s merciful delay; now she was expiating, under the hand of Alaric, the blood of the saints which she had shed before her idols. 'Go out from her my people.’ At this signal the city was evacuated. The roads were all lined with barbarians; and happy was the fugitive who could succeed in reaching the sea, there to entrust to the frailest skiff the honour of his family and the remains of his fortune. 

Like a bright beacon shining through the storms, Augustine, by his reputation, attracted to the African coast the best of the unfortunates; his varied correspondence shows us the new links then formed by God, between the bishop of Hippo and so many noble exiles. At one time he would send, as far as Nola in Campania, charming messages, mingled with learned questions and luminous answers, to greet his dear lords and venerable brethren, Paulinus and Therasia, his 'fellow disciples in the school of our Lord Jesus'. Again it was to Carthage, or even nearer home, that his letters were directed, to console, instruct, and fortify Albina, Melania, and Pinianus, but especially Proba and Juliana, the illustrious grandmother and mother of still more illustrious daughter, the virgin Demetrias, the greatest in the Roman world for nobility and wealth, and Augustine’s dear conquest to the heavenly Spouse. 'Oh! who', he wrote on hearing of her consecration to our Lord, ‘could worthily express the glory added this day to the family of the Anicii? For years, it has ennobled the world by the consuls its sons, but now it gives virgins to Christ! Let others imitate Demetrias; whosoever ambitions the glory of this illustrious family, let him take holiness for his portion!’ Augustine’s desire was magnificently realized, when, less than century later, the gens Anicia gave to the world Scholastica and Benedict, who were to lead into intimate familiarity and union with God so many souls eager for true nobility. 

When Rome fell, the shock was felt throughout the provinces and even beyond. Augustine tells us how he, descendant of the ancient Numidians, groaned and wept in his almost inconsolable grief; so great, even in her decadence, was the universal esteem and love for the queen city, through the secret action of Him who was holding out to her new and higher destinies. 

Meanwhile the terrible crisis furnished the occasion for Augustine’s most important writings. The City of God was an answer to the still numerous partisans of idolatry, who attributed the misfortunes of the empire to the suppression of the false gods. In this great work he refutes, in the most complete and masterly way, the theology and also the philosophy of Roman and Grecian paganism; he then proceeds to set forth the origin, the history, and the end of the two cities, the earthly and the heavenly, which divide the world between them, and which are founded upon ‘two opposite loves: the love of self even to the despising of God, and the love of God even to the despising of self.’ 

But Augustine’s greatest triumph was that which earned for him the title of the Doctor of grace. His favourite prayer, Da quad jubes, et jube quod vis, offended the pride of certain British monk, whom the events of the year 410 had led into Africa. This was Pelagius, who taught that nature, all-powerful for good, was quite capable of working out salvation, and that Adam’s sin injured himself alone, and was not passed down to his posterity. We can well understand Augustine, who owed so much to the divine mercy, feeling so strong an aversion for system whose authors seemed to say to God: ‘Thou madest us men, but it is we that justify ourselves.’ In this new campaign no injuries were spared to the former convert; but they were his joy and his hope. He had already said, with regard to similar arguments adduced by other adversaries: 'Catholics, my beloved brethren, one flock of the one Shepherd, care not how the enemy may insult the watch-dog of the fold; it is not for my own defence, but for yours, that I must bark. Yet I must needs tell this enemy that, as to my former wanderings and errors, I condemn them, as every one else does; I can but see therein the glory of Him who has delivered me from myself. When I hear my former life brought forward, no matter with what intention it is done, I am not so ungrateful as to be afflicted thereat; for the more they show up my misery, the more praise my physician.’

While he made so little account of himself, his reputation was spreading throughout the world, by reason of the victory he had won for grace. 'Honour to you,’ wrote the aged St. Jerome from Bethlehem; ‘honour to the man whom the raging winds have not been able to overthrow! Continue to be of good courage. The whole world celebrates your praises; the Catholics venerate and admire you as the restorer of the ancient faith. But what is mark of still greater glory, all the heretics hate you. They honour me, too, with their hatred. Not being able to strike us with the sword, they kill us in desire.’ These lines reveal the intrepid combatant with whom we shall make acquaintance in September and who, soon after writing them, was laid to rest in the sacred cave near which he had taken refuge. Augustine had yet some years to continue the good fight, to complete the exposition of Catholic doctrine in contradiction to some, even holy, persons, who were inclined to think that at least the beginning of salvation, the desire of faith, did not require the special assistance of God. This was 'semi-pelagianism'; a century later (529) the Second Council of Orange, approved by Rome and hailed by the whole Church, closed the struggle, taking its definitions from the writings of the bishop of Hippo. Augustine himself, however, thus concluded his last work: 'Let those who read these things give thanks to God, if they understand them; if not, let them pray to the teacher of our souls, to him whose shining produces knowledge and understanding. Do they think that I err? Let them reflect again and again, lest perhaps they themselves be mistaken. As for me, when the readers of my works instruct and correct me, see therein the goodness of God yea, ask it as a favour, especially of the learned ones in the Church, if by chance this book should fall into their hands, and they deign to take notice of what write.’

But let us return to the privileged people of Hippo, won over by Augustine’s devotedness, even more than by his admirable discourses. His door was open to every comer; and. he was ever ready to listen to the requests, the sorrows, and the disputes of his children. Sometimes, at the instance of other churches, and even of councils, requiring of Augustine more active pursuit of works of general interest, an agreement was made between the flock and the pastor, that on certain days of the week no one should interrupt him. But the convention could not last long. Whoever wished could claim the attention of this loving and humble shepherd, beside whom the little ones especially knew well that they wpuld never meet with refusal. As an instance of this we may mention the fortunate child, who wishing to enter into correspondence with the bishop, but not daring to take the initiative, received from him the touching letter which may be seen in his works. [This is the letter Augustinus Florentinae puella (number 266 or else 132; the scholars know), the genuiness of which I'm uncertain.]

Besides all his other glories, our saint was the institutor of monastic life in Roman Africa, by the monasteries he founded, and in which he lived before he became bishop. He was legislator by his letter to the virgins of Hippo, which became the rule whereon so many servants and handmaids of our Lord have formed their religious life. Lastly, together with the clerics of his church who lived with him a common life of absolute poverty, he was the example and the head of the great family of Regular Canons. 

[Here Dom Prosper includes a passage from some version of the Martyrology for the 5th May, on the occasion of the feast of Saint Augustine's Conversion, which, in the process of copying and pasting, has become so confused, the Latin and the English translation, that I haven't the patience to untangle it all.]

What a death was thine, Augustine, receiving on thy humble couch nought but news of disasters and ruin! Thy Africa was perishing at the hands of the barbarians, in punishment of those nameless crimes of the ancient world, in which she had so large share. Together with Genseric, Arius triumphed over that land, which nevertheless, thanks to thee, was to produce, for yet a hundred years, admirable martyrs for the Consubstantiality of the Word. When Belisarius restored her to the Roman world, God seemed to be ofiering her, for the martyrs’ sake, an opportunity of returning to her former prosperity; but the inexperienced Byzantines, preoccupied with their theological quarrels and political intrigues, knew not how to raise her up, nor to protect her against an invasion more terrible than the first; and the torrent of Mussulman infidelity soon swept all before it. At length, after twelve centuries, the Cross reappeared in those places, where the very names of so many flourishing churches had perished. May the nation on which thy country is now dependent, show that it is proud of this honour, and understand its consequent obligations! During all that long night which overhung thy native land, thy influence did not cease. Throughout the entire world, thy immortal works were enlightening the minds of men and arousing their love. In the basilicas served by thy sons and imitators, the splendour of divine worship, the pomp of the ceremonies, the perfection of the sacred melodies, kept up in the hearts of the people the same supernatural enthusiasm which took possession of thine own, when for the first time in our West, St. Ambrose instituted the alternate chanting of the psalms and sacred hymns. 

Throughout all ages the perfect life, in its many different ways of exercising the double precept of charity, draws from the waters of thy fountains. Continue to illumine the Church with thine incomparable light. Bless the numerous religious families which claim thine illustrious patronage. Assist us all, by obtaining for us the spirit of love and of penance, of confidence and of humility, which befits the redeemed soul. Give us to know the weakness of our nature and its unworthiness since the Fall, and at the same time the boundless goodness of our God, the superabundance of His Redemption, the all-powerfulness of His grace. May we all, like thee, not only recognize the truth, but be able loyally and practically to say to God: Thou hast made us for Thyself, and our heart is ill at ease till it rest in Thee. 

A litany of Saint Augustine, here. But I am late to Prime.

Seigneur, ayez pitié de nous.
Jésus-Christ, ayez pitié de nous.
Seigneur, ayez pitié de nous.
Jésus-Christ, écoutez-nous.
Jésus-Christ, exauce-nous.

Père Céleste qui es Dieu, ayez pitié de nous.
Fils, Rédempteur du monde, qui es Dieu, ayez pitié de nous.
Esprit-Saint qui es Dieu, ayez pitié de nous.
Trinité Sainte qui es un seul Dieu, ayez pitié de nous.

Sainte Marie, priez pour nous.
Sainte Mère de Dieu, priez pour nous.
Siège de la Sagesse, priez pour nous.

Saint Augustin, notre Bienheureux Père, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, fils des larmes d’une mère vertueuse, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, exemple sublime de conversion, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, règle vivante pour les âmes contrites, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, infatigable chercheur de Dieu, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, inlassable contemplateur de la Très Sainte Trinité, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, scrutateur persévérant des mystères de la grâce, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, dont le cœur fut embrasé par le feu du divin Amour, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, zélateur de la vie monastique, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, modèle pour la vie apostolique, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, réceptacle de la Sagesse divine, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, gloire du collège des évêques, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, colonne de la foi catholique, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, lumière pour tous ceux qui enseignent, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, prédicateur ardent de la Parole divine, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, source inépuisable de l’éloquence chrétienne, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, commentateur inégalable des Saintes Ecritures, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, gardien de la vérité contre l’erreur, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, exterminateur des hérésies, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, défenseur de la Sainte Église contre ses ennemis, prie pour nous.
Saint Augustin, docteur sublime de la grâce, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, Père humble et miséricordieux, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, puissant consolateur des âmes affligées, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, éclat resplendissant de la gloire de Dieu, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, brillant miroir de la sainteté, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, modèle de toutes les vertus, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, patriarche d’innombrables familles religieuses, priez pour nous.
Saint Augustin, lumière incomparable de l’Occident, priez pour nous.

Agneau de Dieu qui enlevez les péchés du monde, pardonnez-nous, Seigneur.
Agneau de Dieu qui enlevez les péchés du monde, exaucez-nous, Seigneur.
Agneau de Dieu qui enlevez les péchés du monde, ayez pitié de nous.

V./: Priez pour nous, ô notre glorieux Père Saint Augustin ;
R./: Afin que nous soyons rendus dignes des promesses de Notre-Seigneur Jésus-Christ.


Dieu tout-puissant et miséricordieux, qui, renouvelant dans Votre Eglise le miracle de la colonne de nuée et de feu, avez communiqué avec une incommensurable largesse la pénétrante intelligence des mystères de Votre Sagesse à notre Bienheureux Père Saint-Augustin, et qui avez surabondamment embrasé son cœur de la flamme de Votre Amour divin de sorte qu’il puisse la propager à travers tous les siècles dans les âmes de Vos fidèles, à sa prière et par son intercession, accordez-nous, nous Vous en supplions, d’affronter victorieusement les épreuves et les tempêtes de ce monde qui passe pour atteindre heureusement aux rivages de la patrie éternelle que Vous nous avez promise. Nous vous le demandons par Jésus-Christ, Notre-Seigneur. Amen.

Post Nonam. Am off to the 'vigil' Mass in an hour or so. It is the 14th Sunday post Pentecosten of course but in the season per annum of the Pauline Rite it's the 22nd Sunday; the Introit is Miserere mihi, Domine, which was sung on the 16th Sunday in the Traditional Rite. The Gospel lesson is from the 7th chapter of Saint Mark. 

It is also the feast of Saint Phelim (9th century), of Saint Moses (3rd century), and of Saint Edmund (17th century).

V. Et álibi aliórum plurimórum sanctórum Mártyrum et Confessórum, atque sanctárum Vírginum. R. Deo grátias.