EVERY kind of effort after good has found
sympathy and help in Christianity. Nothing is
more wonderful and nothing more suggestive of His
divinity than the way in which the words and
example of the Master have been found adaptable
to the ideals which have possessed the souls of men
in different ages and under various circumstances.
There was a time when men were impelled to
search for and express truth, the eternal truth of
the nature and property of the Deity Himself. At
that time the life of Christ presented itself primarily
as a revelation. He set forth, under the conditions
of time and space, the mysterious God whose seat
is amid clouds and darkness, and yet who baffles
human inquiry chiefly by the garment of impenetrable
light in which He has decked Himself. In
another age the religious spirit took a lower flight
and allowed its activities to be dominated by a
political conception. Whole generations spent themselves
in the effort to realize upon earth a veritable
kingdom of God. To these men Christ appeared
as a monarch, whose will it was their ambition to
realize perfectly. The people crowded below the altar
steps, and the priests from above proclaimed, pointing
the Lord to them, "Behold your King." He
was, indeed, conceived of as very different from any
earthly king. His crown was of thorns, His throne
was a cross, His glory was humiliation. Yet it was
essentially as a King that they conceived of Him.
He was the Ruler of a visible kingdom, the Head of
a hierarchy of governors, the promulgator of a polity
and laws. For men of yet another generation
religion found itself in the aspiration after personal
liberty. Fear and ignorance had tyrannised over
the earth -- fear, the daughter of superstition;
ignorance, superstition's handmaid. Minds which dared
to question and doubt lived under a perpetual
menace. Above all, the great tyrant was sin. Its
fetters grew heavier on men's limbs, and checked
the effort after progress. Then men came to think
of Christ as a great liberator; their souls responded
to the call, " Christ shall make you free." Since
then the central point of religion has shifted again.
In our time men no longer look to Christ to teach
them truth. We have lost sight hopelessly of "the
cloud-capped towers and gorgeous palaces" of the
city of God upon earth. The naked individualism
of the reformation period offers an inadequate view
of life. We are inclined to doubt about the very
existence of such a thing as liberty. We have
discovered in Christianity a great incentive to
philanthropy. Christ is for us, perhaps the man, perhaps
the God, at least the One who fed men and healed
them and taught them as none other ever did.
Blindly sometimes, perplexedly always, we hurry
to the hovels of the hungry and the bedsides of
those who suffer even loathsomely; we build libraries
and schools, being sure at least of this, that in doing
these things we follow Him.
To all these various ideals Christ has been found
entirely responsive. Each has found in Him a
starting-point from which to escape the bondage of
materialism. It has never, of course, been true that
one great purpose has possessed the followers of
Christ to the exclusion of every other. The
conception of the gospel liberty lay quite consciously
behind the enthusiasm for pure truth. The most
faithful statesmen of the mediaeval Kingdom of God
washed the sores of lepers and cast their cloaks over
the shoulders of beggars on the wayside. The
dominating conception of religion has always been
permeated, leavened, tempered with conceptions of
the Master's meaning which were strange to it.
There has always been, besides, one great conception
of religion which has existed along with each of the
others in its turn. Christianity has always involved
a hunger and thirst after righteousness. Always
and everywhere Christians have felt the unquenchable
desire to be good, and have seen in Christ the
great example of perfection. There has been no
age in the history of the Church in which the idea
of imitating Christ has failed to make an appeal to
the souls of the faithful.
Yet even this desire has had its period of special
intensity, its peculiar region where it became for a
while the expression of Christianity. During the
fourth and fifth centuries, in, the deserts of Egypt
and Palestine, the craving for perfection was more
painful and more narrowly exclusive than ever
elsewhere. Thousands of men and women, in response
to a passionate hunger after righteousness, set
themselves to become perfect, as the Father in heaven
is perfect. They were not, indeed, careless about
right belief and the holding fast of the faith.
The accusation of heresy was a thing which
seemed to them wholly intolerable. Yet to them
the supreme importance of being good was so felt
that it seemed of necessity to bring with it a true
faith. "What is the faith? " asked a brother once.
The abbot Pimenion replied to him, "It is to live
always in charity and humility, and to do good to
your neighbonr." Their absorption in the pursuit of
holiness made speculation seem vain and impious.
"Oh, Antony," said the heavenly voice, "turn your
attention to yourself. As for the judgments of God,
it is not fitting that you should learn them." Nor
must we think of the hermits as disregarding the
claims which the Church made upon their obedience;
still less as neglecting the claims of the poor and
suffering. We shall see, later, how they thought
about the Church, and how unjust it is to call them
selfish. Here, first of all, it is necessary to
understand that they were not chiefly theologians, or
churchmen, or philanthropists, but imitators of Christ.
Their desire was to be good. That they also believed
rightly and did good followed -- and these
things, did follow -- from their being good.
This aim of theirs ought not to be strange to us.
Indeed, it cannot be. In the midst of our multiplied
activities there is something in us which responds to
the ideal of being, as well as doing, good. It is the
WAY in which they sought to attain their end, and
not the end itself, which is incomprehensible and
generally repulsive to the modern mind. It is so, I
think, mainly because it is so absolutely strange to
us. Our imaginations refuse to aid us in the effort
to realize a system of religious life based upon
complete isolation from the world. To us the activities
of life -- the getting and spending, the learning and
teaching, philanthropy, intercourse, and the opportunities
for influence -- constitute life itself. It is
as difficult for us to form a definite conception of a
life apart from the world, from business, society,
and the movements of human thought, as it is to
realize that life of disembodied waiting which we
expect in Paradise. Yet this complete isolation
was what the Egyptian hermits strove to attain;
and if we are to appreciate the value of their
teaching we must, first of all, grasp the fact that
they were real men on whom the sun shone and
the winds blew, men with local habitations, and not
phantoms or unsubstantial figures in a dream.
If we conceive a fourth-century traveller starting
as Palladius did from Alexandria, we may suppose
that he would journey due south, ad skirt at first
the shores of what is now Lake Mariut. Along the
barren and rocky margin of the lake, at spots as
remote as possible from the track followed by caravans,
he would find the hermitages of ascetics, who,
like Dorotheus, maintained a comparatively close
connection with the Alexandrian clergy. Leaving
the lake and journeying still southwards over about
forty miles of utterly desolate land, he would come
to a long valley extending east and west between
two ranges of mountains or table lands, covered
with sandy flats, salt marshes, and dangerous rocks.
This is the famous Nitrian desert. Here St. Amon
built the first solitary cell. Here Evagrius Pontikus
lived for about two years. Here Nathaniel was
visited by the bishops. Here the "Long Brothers"
lived, one of whom was the companion of St. Athanasius
when he went to Italy. At the end of the
fourth century the Nitrian mountains were dotted
over with hermits' cells. The evenings were resonant
with psalm-singing. On Saturdays and Sundays
the brethren swarmed forth like bees for worship
in their church. Five miles further south, still
among the Nitrian mountains, lay a region so utterly
desolate that it had not even a name, till the
monks built over it and "christened" it The Cells.
Further south still and towards the west lay the
Scetic desert. It was a day's journey from The
Cells. This is the most famous of all the monastic
settlements. Its founder was St. Macarius the Great.
We may reckon among the Scetic monks his two
namesakes, St. Macarius of Alexandria and Macarius
the Young. Here also, for the most part, dwelt
Pior, Moses the AEthiopian, Paul the Simple, and
the hermit Mark.* South-eastward, past Lake
Arsinoë and Herakleopolis, lay St. Antony's birthplace,
Coma. Here, no doubt, might have been
seen the tombs into which he first shut himself, and
across the river, the mountain on which he found his
ruined fort. This mountain, which was called "the
outer mountain," formed the home of smaller and
less famous groups of ascetics. South-east from
this, within a few miles of the Red Sea, lay "the
outer mountain," to which St. Antony was guided
by the heavenly voice. Perhaps this retreat was
never shared with him by anyone except his chosen
attendant and the few visitors who forced their way
there in search of spiritual counsel. South from
the "outer mountain," along the river, lay
Oxyrynchus. This, even if we discount the figures of
contemporary writers, must have been a great
monastic city. In it monasticism took in organised
ecclesiastical form. The church was served by
priest-monks, and great communities of men and
women carried on works of charity and evangelisation.
Still further south lay Lycopolis, the home of
John the prophet. This man was celebrated as
well for his wonderful obedience as for his spiritual
gifts. Lycopolis may be reckoned the outpost of
the monasticism of lauras and hermitages. Beyond
it lay the organised monasteries of the disciples of
St. Pachomius. During the lifetime of the founder
of Tabennisi, nine monasteries carried out his rule.
Of these the most famous was that which was ruled
by Bgoul and afterwards by his nephew, Schnoudi.
On the sea-coast, east of Alexandria, lay the
settlements visited by Cassian. The Tannitic mouth of
the Nile flows into what is now Lake Menzaleh. In
Cassian's time this whole region was a desolate salt
swamp. The sea flowed over it when the north
wind blew, destroying all hope of fertility. On the
hills, which came to look like islands, stood the
ruins of villages forsaken by their inhabitants. It
was a land --
Among the ruins and amid the surrounding desolation
dwelt the monks who were the heroes of
Cassian's earlier Conferences. No scene has seemed
to me to convey more vividly at once the pathos
and the nobility of the monk's renunciation of the
world than this one. In Nitria and Scete the
ascetic is at least remote from all remembrances
of common life. On the islands of Menzaleh he
kneels in solitary prayer within the very walls
where women once laughed to see their children
sport. He gazes over brine-soaked swamps, which
once were harvest-fields thronged with reapers.
Westward from Menzaleh lay Lake Burlus. Between
it and the sea stretched a desolate spit of sandy
land, given up by farmers as hopelessly barren.
This was the Diolcos described in the Institutes,
and the eighteenth Conference. Here Archebius
and his fellow hermits struggled for life in their
inhospitable home, husbanding even their water as
no miser would husband the most precious wine.
Thus we have five distinct and widely separated
regions in which Egyptian monasticism existed and
flourished during the fourth century. First, Nitria,
with its offshoot The Cells; second, Scete; third,
the region in Upper Egypt which came under
St. Antony's more immediate influence; fourth,
Southern Egypt; fifth, the sea-coast of the Nile
Delta. In very close connection with these, so as to
be predominatingly Egyptian in the tone of their
monasticism, were the hermitages and lauras of
south-western Palestine and the settlements in the
Sinai peninsula. Outlying from the greater centres
were single hermitages and small lauras, wherever
the monks hoped to find solitude.
In many places life was supported only with
extreme difficulty. Sometimes water had to be
obtained by collecting and storing the dew which
fell at certain seasons. Sometimes it was carried
with immense toil from distant wells. There were
districts where the hermits lived in constant dread
of the irruption of barbarian tribes, which destroyed
tranquillity and even threatened life itself. Bands
of wandering robbers sometimes rifled the cells of
their miserable furniture, or captured, insulted, and
injured the hermits. At other times the silence of
these retreats became so awful, that the hermit was
startled into uncontrollable emotion by the chance
shout of some shepherd-boy who had driven his
goats too far; or came to find the rustling of dry
reeds in the wind an almost insupportable noise.
For the most part in the deserts north of the
Thebaid the monks saw very little of each other.
Even the inhabitants of grouped cells led almost
solitary lives. On Saturdays and Sundays they met
for public worship and perhaps a common meal, but
during the rest of the week they lived alone in
their cells, or with a single disciple. If the monk
were wise, he worked. Sometimes he wove mats or
baskets. These were afterwards exchanged by the
hermit himself or his disciple for the necessities of
life in some neighbouring village. If the cell lay
too remote from human habitation to permit of such
traffic, the mats or baskets were accumulated in
piles, and in the end burnt. They had fulfilled
their function, and were got rid of that way as well
as in the markets; for the hermit was not a tradesman.
He worked, not for wages, but lest the devil
might tempt him in his idle hours. Sometimes a
garden was cultivated around the cell. The hermit
struggled with drought and barrenness until he produced
a little stock of vegetables. Sometimes his
cell was happily placed where date palms grew.
He watched his fruit against the depredations of
wild birds. Nothing is more striking than the
insistence of the greater hermits on the necessity for
labour of some sort. It was from their experience
and their illuminated introspection that St. Benedict
learnt the truth on which he built a great part of
his rule -- "Idleness is the enemy of the soul."
Besides working, the monks prayed. Hours every
day were spent in prayer, which must have been
more of the nature of meditation than intercession.
In the intervals of prayer and work they sang or
said psalms, and often repeated aloud long passages
from the prophets. Books were scarce among them,
and we read of monks visiting. each other for the
purpose of learning off by heart fresh passages of
Holy Scripture. The attainment of unbroken monotony
was a thing greatly to be desired. Perfect
quietness was the monk's opportunity for spiritual
communion with God. Therefore they regarded
restlessness and the wish for change as a sin to be
fought against. Long periods of unbroken monotony
were liable to produce in the monk a spirit
of irritable peevishness and discontent with his
surroundings, which was recognised as subversive
of true spirituality. They called this state of mind
"accidie" and held that it was the work of a special
demon. The monk felt its force chiefly during the
long hours of daylight when he grew weary of
praying and shrank from the petty tasks which had
to be performed around and within his cell. The
spirit which tempted him to accidie was "the demon
which walketh at noonday." It was chiefly in order
to conquer this sin that the monks worked as hard
as they did at even quite useless tasks. They knew
that it was fatal to try to avoid the attacks of
accidie by seeking change of scene and fresh interests.
Their one hope lay in labour and remaining
quietly in their own cells.
Sometimes the monotony of life was broken for
the monk by the arrival of a stranger. The more
famous among them were so frequently visited, that
the quiet which was necessary for their own religious
life was seriously interfered with. St. Antony, for
instance, was obliged to retire to his remote "inner
mountain" in order to avoid his numerous visitors;
and Arsenius made it a rule during one period of
his life to receive no visitors under any pretext
whatever. For most of the monks, however, the
arrival of a stranger was a comparatively rare
occurrence. Sometimes, if his cell lay between two great
settlements, he would be called upon to entertain
brethren who were travelling from one to the other.
If he lived within reach of any town, clergy and
pious laity came occasionally to his cell as to a kind
of retreat, looking for spiritual refreshment from his
words, and participation in his prayers. Aspirants
after the glories of the monastic life visited hermits,
of whom they happened to have heard, in search of
advice. On all such occasions it was the duty of
the hermit to entertain his visitors. Hospitality
was as much a duty in the Egyptian deserts in the
fourth century as in the mediaeval monasteries of
the Benedictines. The monk brought out his little
store of dainties and spread a "feast" for his guests.
Here is the account of a "sumptuous repast" offered
to a traveller. "He set before us salt and three
olives each, after which he produced a basket
containing parched vetches, from which we each took
five grains. Then we had two prunes and a fig a
piece. When we had finished our repast, he said to
us, 'Now, let me hear your question.'" The hermit
not only afforded his guest the best food at his
command, but, in a true spirit of hospitality, he ate
with him. Very often this necessitated breaking a
fast which he was keeping, or departing from his
ordinary rule of life. Sometimes, for the sake of
his guests, he even omitted portions of his evening
prayers, or said them secretly after his visitors had
gone to sleep; for the duty of hospitality came
before almost every other.
Sometimes the monks themselves deliberately
broke the monotony of their lives, and went on an
expedition to visit some renowned saint. They did
so to seek advice for the conquering of some besetting
sin, or to inquire the meaning of a passage of Holy
Scripture over which they had long meditated in vain.
Often they asked vaguely for "a word," so they
called it, from the saint; that is, for any exhortation
that might be offered, any fruit of a religious
experience deeper than their own. These answers, or
"words," were eagerly treasured in the memories of
those who heard them. They passed from mouth to
mouth as opportunities for intercourse occurred.
The brethren in a laura were eager to hear from
a returning monk what he had learned on his visit.
Thus we read of the brethren in the Scetic desert
crowding round St. Macarius on his return from the
"inner mountain," and plying him with so many
questions that he was interrupted in his account of
what St. Antony had said to him. Naturally collections
of specially striking sayings and anecdotes
came to be made in the various lauras. I imagine
that quite early in the fourth century the monks
took a pride in remembering as many as possible of
the "words" which they had heard. Soon collections
of them began to be written down, and probably
before the end of the fourth century there existed
in the greater lauras written lists of famous sayings.
These local collections embodied stories from all
sources, and very frequently the names of the
original authors are altogether lost. In the course
of the fifth century larger collections came to be
made, probably by travellers who either had the
opportunity of inspecting local collections or heard
the stories from old monks. If we believe that the
collection given by Rosweyd in Book III. of his
Vitae Patrum was actually made by Rufinus himself,
we have one dating from the end of the fourth
century. In these larger collections the stories are
arranged in one of two ways, either they are grouped
under the names of their authors, where these are
known, or in chapters according to the subjects they
deal with. Thus, in the great Greek collection,
(published in Migne P.G. LXV.) all the anecdotes
bearing the name of St. Antony are grouped together,
and those with the name of Besarion together, and
so on. In the collections of which Rosweyd published
Latin translations, all the stories illustrating,
for instance, such virtues as humility and patience
come together, without regard to the names of their
authors. That these various collections were made
independently of each other, and from different
sources, is seen in the fact that anecdotes which are
quoted as anonymous in one collection bear the
name of an author in another. Sometimes the same
saying is attributed to different authors, and sometimes
what is substantially the same story appears in
several different forms. Thus there is a fine saying
attributed in one place to Sisois in the form -- "Qui
peregrinatio nostra est, ut teneat homo os suum,"
which appears twice elsewhere as anonymous in the
shorter form "Peregrinatio est tacere." It seems
likely in this case that the longer form is the nearest
to the words originally used. I have endeavoured
to give the sense of this saying -- translation I take
to be impossible -- in chapter xiv., number iii.
It is from the collections of these "words of the
fathers," which have been published by Rosweyd
and Migne, that the greater part of the translations
in this volume are made. That they are genuine
remains of the teaching of the early monks of the
Egyptain and South Palestinian deserts I have no
doubt whatever. At the same time, it is only fair to
warn the reader that these collections have never
been critically edited, and that other collections
exist which have not yet been published. It is
much to be desired that some competent scholar
would undertake the labour of editing those which
exist only in MS. and critically examining the whole
mass of this literature.
In order to appreciate fully the marvellous
spiritual beauty of their teaching, it is necessary for
the modern reader, in the first place, to realize that
the hermits were actual living men, and to make an
effort to understand the kind of lives they lived.
It is as a help to such effort that I offer the first
part of this introduction. In the second place, the
reader must try to clear his mind of certain prejudices
which exist against the hermits and their way
of life. It is to the consideration of these prejudices
that I have given up the following portion of this
introduction.
When the "sumptuous" repast, which I have just
described, was finished, the abbot Serenus said to
his guests, "Let us hear your question." One of
them replied, "We want to know what is the origin
of the great variety of hostile powers opposed to
men and the difference between them." In reply,
the monk discussed for several hours the nature of
principalities and powers, of Beelzebub, of the
Prince of Tyre mentioned by Ezekiel, of Lucifer,
and of the crowds of evil spirits which hover in the
atmosphere around us. Such questions and such
discussions inevitably raise in our minds a prejudice
against the men who engaged in them. We leap
at once to the belief that there must have been in
their minds a tendency to fantastic and entirely
barren speculation. I am not inclined to either
minimise or explain away the fact that the whole
literature of early Egyptian monasticism is shot
through and through with evidences of a belief in
the reality, personality, and power of demons. The
monks believed that every temptation which came
to them was the work of a special demon. There
was the demon of anger, who provoked brethren to
quarrel with one another; there was the demon of
despair, whose voice reminded the penitent of former
sins, and urged the impossibility of his salvation;
there was the demon who walked at noonday -- he
lured the monk into the sin of accidie; there were
demons of gluttony, of pride, of vainglory, of
covetousness. The demons had the power of assuming
appalling or seducing forms, of becoming visible and
palpable. Monks heard them clamouring and roaring,
felt their blows, smelt them when they were
present. Victorious fiends who had terrified their
victims into submission or lured them into sin
vanished amid peals of derisive laughter. Defeated,
they departed with lamentable and awe-inspiring
shrieks. Men who had experienced the ferocity
and insistence of these powers of evil cannot be
accused of being unpractical or merely speculative
when they discuss their nature. To the Egyptian
monk the power of devils was, except only the
power of God, the most practical and pressing
question which could be discussed.
Yet, even if we grant this, our prejudice remains.
The whole apparatus of these powers of evil is
strange and incredible to us. Good and evil as
tendencies or opposing principles we understand, or
think we understand. We smile at what seems the
rude anthropomorphism which sees a demon personally
present in the natural cravings of a starved
body, and hears a voice through the broken sleep of
a long series of solitary nights. We dismiss such
tales as no doubt meant to be true, but in reality
only the delusions resulting from prolonged fasts
and the morbid phenomena of hysterical enthusiasm.
It would be possible, of course, to urge, in defence
of the hermits' beliefs, that the apostles thought
substantially as they did about the powers of evil.
We might parallel even such stories as that of the
beating of St. Antony from the book of the Acts of
the Apostles. It might be urged that our Lord's
own teaching forces us to believe in just such
personal, audible, and palpable spirits of evil as the
hermits say they strove against. Unfortunately
such appeals to authority, even to the supreme
authority of all, are of comparatively little use to
us. They may result in an irritated assent to the
conclusions of a syllogism, or check the utterance of
words of contemptuous incredulity; they can neither
compel our sympathy nor silence the protests of our
imagination. It seems better, if we wish to get into
spiritual touch with the hermits, to approach these
demon stories in another way. We must be conscious
that we have never hungered and thirsted
after righteousness with such intensity as these early
monks did. We have not been driven, as they
were, into a divine madness by the unsatisfied
desire for perfection. Until we have felt as they
did, struggled as they did, forced our way into the
region of spiritual effort in which they lived, have
we any right to feel sure that our interpretation of
their experiences is the true one? It may be, too,
that we allow ourselves to be prejudiced against
the hermits' version of what they endured by the
bald simplicity with which the tales are told.
St. Athanasius' doctrine, so far as the reality and,
personality of the powers of evil are concerned,
is in no way different from that of St. Antony. It
is because he philosophises in the light of history,
instead of narrating experiences, that his doctrine
does not shock us. We are not irritated by the
conception to which the poet Milton has given
utterance in his Ode.
Introduction
I
Milton's demons are in no way essentially different
from those which attacked the hermits in the deserts.
Yet, because his conception is expressed in
gorgeous words and sonorous rhyme, our imaginations do
not refuse to rise to it. Neither the
speculations of the great father nor the language
of the poet are any argument for the reality of the
demons they describe; but the fact that we can
enter sympathetically into their thought does seem
to suggest that it is not the substance, but the
manner of the hermits' demon stories, which revolts
us. It is, after all, quite in accordance with the
spirit of the apostolic age to conceive of the ancient
gods as demons, whom Christ had driven from the
images where they lurked and the temples in which
they were worshipped. It requires but a simple
application of the Lord's words to enable us to
think of these malevolent beings trooping in mortified
disgust to desert places, there to wander, seeking
in vain for rest. It was along some such line that
the thoughts of the hermits moved. St. Antony
and the others went into the wilderness with the
belief that they were entering upon a region still
the property of demons, as the whole world had
been before the coming of the Lord, In their
journeyings along the reaches of the Nile they
stumbled upon the ruins of once gigantic temples.
Huge images frowned upon them, painted figures,
"delicate and desirable," smiled to allure them.
Amid the vast monotony of the desert, where man's
insignificance is impressed upon him, nothing seemed
strange because it was supernatural. The monks
conceived themselves as fighting a final Armageddon
with the already broken forces of the Prince of this
world; or, when the ascetic conception of St. Paul
appealed to them, as "filling up that which was
lacking in the sufferings of Christ," and consummating
the final expulsion of that kind which goeth
not out but by prayer and fasting. Along such lines
of thought it is perhaps impossible for our minds to
move with a sense of comfortable security. Yet
our imagination ought not to be wholly incapable of
making such an effort to appreciate their view of life
as will enable us to understand their teaching and
sympathise with their effort.
With that twice-battered God of Palestine;
Peor and Baalim
Forsake their temples dim,
Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine;
And moonèd Ashtaroth,
Heaven's queen and mother both,
The Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn,
In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.
The rays of Bethlehem blind their dusky eyn
They feel from Juda's land
The dreaded infant's hand;
Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:
Nor all the gods beside
Longer dare abide,
Our Babe, to show His Godhead true,
Can in His swaddling bands control the damnèd crew.
Another prejudice against the hermits and their teaching arises from our extreme dislike of their severe physical asceticism. We are disgusted by the details of their war against the flesh, and we rise in revolt against their ideal of crucifying their bodies. In our time the popular conscience has come to have an almost morbid dread of pain. Perhaps the fact that our religion is largely dominated by the idea of philanthropy is simply one expression of a widespread shrinking from the suffering which is the common lot of humanity. We have almost ceased to speak of this shrinking as cowardice in the case of the individual who dreads pain for himself. We frankly stigmatise as brutal the infliction of pain as punishment, which former generations regarded as an edifying spectacle. It is therefore peculiarly difficult for us to appreciate the position of men who deliberately refused to gratify the cravings of their bodies, who joyfully sought out suffering for themselves, and did not hesitate to encourage others to "crucify" their bodies. It is not to be denied that our position with regard to physical asceticism finds a specious justification. We may ask whether it is believable that the Creator can be pleased with creatures who reject His gifts and nullify the instincts which He implanted in them; whether we can imagine the tender and compassionate Saviour demanding as the price of following Him such renunciation as St. Antony's. Such questions are not easy to answer. They open up the whole problem of the place of asceticism -- askêsis, exercise, discipline -- in the Christian life. It is not possible here to enter on such a discussion. There are, however, two considerations which, if they in no way solve the general difficulty, yet may serve to mitigate the prejudice which the special austerities of the Egyptian hermits arouse in us. In the first place, we must remember that these men aimed at perfection, and hoped to attain it by a literal imitation of Christ. Now Christ on one occasion fasted forty days and forty nights. It is quite natural that men who aimed at imitating Him should fast and should try to make their fasts like His in their severity. Christ also lived a virgin life. It is only to be expected that His imitators should determine to be virgin too -- virgin in body and, if we may use the expression, virgin in mind, according to His explanation of the meaning of purity. Christ describes Himself as homeless and poor. He was worse off than the foxes and the birds. We cannot wonder that the desire of imitating Him has led men to renounce their property and to accept homelessness as one of the conditions of living perfectly. Christ's life terminated in the torture of the cross. To "crucify" themselves -- the word is a favourite one with them -- was part of the ideal of the monks. They meant by "crucifixion" every kind of hardship, privation, and pain home voluntarily for Christ's sake. It was nothing else than an attempt at participation in the suferings of Christ. Once, on a feast day, a disciple moistened his master's bread with a few drops of oil. The old hermit burst into tears, and said, "My lord is crucified, and shall I eat oil?" Christ proclaimed that a man could not be His disciple without hating his father and mother and his own life also. The words came as a challenge to those who wished to follow Him, a challenge which the monks accepted literally. Of course, it is possible to say that all such simple acceptance of Christ's teaching and literal following out of His sayings is a narrowing, even a perverting, of the spirit of the gospel, and that it leads to a kind of life quite different from that which the Lord contemplated for His disciples. This may be so. To discuss it is to enter upon that larger question of the place of asceticism in the Christian life which we have already passed by. Whether we are prepared to recognise the monastic ideal as the ultimate and loftiest conception of the teaching of Christ or not does not for our present purpose seem to matter. The hermits' life was certainly an attempt to imitate Christ and obey His commandments. No one who loves the Lord can refuse to sympathise with men who, even mistakenly, have tried very hard to follow Him. The second consideration which I wish to urge in mitigation of our prejudice against the extremity of the hermits' physical asceticism is this. They never regarded it as anything but a discipline, a means to an end. They have been accused of being the slaves of a mechanical theory of virtue, of imagining that religion consisted in outward observances, of teaching that fasting and watching were righteousness. There is hardly any accusation possible which would be more decisively disproved by an appeal to the facts of the case. That it should have been made and repeated, as it has been, is a very curious instance of the confidence with which we are all inclined to dogmatise about things of which we are almost ignorant. Probably never, except in the age of the apostles, has the purely spiritual aim of all religion been kept more steadily in view than it was by the hermits. The best of them -- and it is only from its best men that the true spirit of a movement can be learned -- never for one single instant let slip the truth that no practice or discipline is of any use at all except in so far as it helps towards the attainment of the perfection which is in Christ Jesus. No one will be inclined to deny that it is possible to pick out of the literature stories of excesses which seem to us monstrous. There were many among the hermits who never rose above the idea that asceticism was an end in itself. But the excesses were discouraged and the mistaken idea condemned by the leaders of the movement. Fasting, virginity, labour, the reading and recitation of Holy Scripture, vigils, meditation, and even prayer itself, were looked upon simply as ways of arriving at a perfect life. There is no need to discuss whether or not they mistook the way. Even supposing that they did, at least the end they had in view was one which we must recognise as very great. It is possible, in spite of the evidence of accumulated Christian experience, that a man is hindered, and not helped on the road which leads to union with God, by fasting and watching and poverty, yet since this union is a thing which we also seek, we should, at least, approach with sympathy the study of the teaching of men who made for the goal by a way which was neither broad nor easy.
One more prejudice remains to be noticed, and this is one which has most to do with alienating our sympathy from the early monks. It has been said -- there is no comment on monasticism which we hear more frequently -- that the hermit life was a selfish one, and therefore essentially remote from the spirit of Christ. There is a very obvious retort to this accusation which, in spite of its obviousness, is not so superficial as it seems. The charge is directed against men who gave up everything that is usually counted as desirable. Renunciation like that of the hermits is not usually a symptom of selfishness. It comes from the lips of a generation who have found the service of Christ not incompatible with the full enjoyment of all life's comforts and most of life's pleasures. Perhaps, however, this retort, like most others of its kind, misses the real true point of the charge. The hermits are called selfish because they aimed at being good and not at being useful. The charge derives its real force from the fact that philanthropy, that is, usefulness to humanity, is our chief conception of what religion is. We appeal to the fact that Christ went about doing good, and we hold that the true imitation of Him consists in doing as He did rather than in being as He was. The hermits thought differently. Philanthropy was, in their view, an incidental result, as it were, a by-product of the religious spirit. Here, no doubt, there is a great gulf fixed between us and them. There is a difference of ideal. It is possible to aim at doing good, and snatch now and then, as opportunity offers, a space for the culture and of spirituality, for the "making" of the soul. It is possible also to shape life for the attainment of perfection, welcoming, as it may happen to offer itself, the chance of usefulness. The latter was the ideal of the hermits. Is the former ours? Surely the purest altruism will decline to accept it. We recognise, when we are at our best, that what we ought to aim at is that good should get done, and not that we ourselves should do it. The faithful soul, even when most pitiful of suffering, will still desire less to be useful than to be used in the cause of humanity. Impatience, that glorious impatience to be up and doing which we cannot but admire, rebels against delay and indirect approach. The evil around us is so clamorous for amendment that it seems like a betrayal to spend our strength any way but in the combat with it. Yet it remains, at least for the student of history, a question whether in the end, there is not more good accomplished for humanity through the agency of those who, in the first instance, only aim at being good. The case of the Egyptian hermits is an illustration of what I mean. They did not aim at doing good. This is why we call them selfish. Yet certainly there was accomplished through them a great work for religion and for the Church. We can only guess at how great an incentive to piety their lives, viewed from far off, were for Christians, who remained "in the world." We know that many men, clergy and laity alike, visited the hermits, sought and, we cannot doubt it, received from them fresh spiritual strength, rekindled in the desert cells lamps that had gone out for want of oil. We can only guess, too, at what their share was in the great battle for the catholic faith. How much did St. Athanasius owe to them when he stood against the world? It was no small thing for him to know that there stood behind him men whom no court party had any bribes to buy, whom no emperor's frown had any power to terrify. The student of their literature will remember also that they did something for the material benefit of the Egyptian people. I do not insist upon the cures they wrought, or the devils they cast out of those possessed. Some of these stories belong to the region of the miraculous, though others are, and more no doubt will be, recognised as natural by the scientific mind. Apart altogether from these miracles, the hermits did an immense, but now quite unrecognised, amount of charitable work. Many of them earned a great deal more than they needed to spend, and all that they could spare was given to the poor. They appointed some of their number to oversee the distribution of their alms. They not only fed the hungry and relieved the destitute with whom they came into actual contact, but they sent camel and boat-loads of food to the poor in the great Egyptian cities. They tried to alleviate the misery of the prisoners confined in gaols. On at least one occasion they organised a collection and distribution of food on a large scale in a famine-stricken district. We shall, surely, not want to quarrel with a way of life which in fact proves to be very useful, even according to our own standard of usefulness, because in the first instance it aimed at something else. It is not however only, or even mainly, by their work for their own generation that the usefulness of the Egyptian hermits must be judged. They were the spiritual fathers of the monks of the west. It was to the Egyptian fathers that all the great founders of western monasticism looked back. St. Martin of Tours, Cassian, Benedict of Nursia and his later namesake of Anian, all drew their inspiration from the lives of St. Antony and his followers. The work which the western monks did for mediaeval Europe is written large across the pages of history. It is recognized even by writers who are out of sympathy with the monastic ideal. It is not necessary to describe the beautiful monastic charities for which our poor -- laws have proved but a dismal substitute. We are ready to grant that the mediaeval monasteries were useful in their day. Ought not their usefulness to be reckoned for righteousness to the Egyptian hermits, who were the fathers of all monasticism? The Benedictine Rule, the parent of all the great rules down to the time of the Mendicant Orders, was nothing but the systematic adaptation of the teaching and experience of the Egyptian hermits to the needs of western life. So long as the western monks, under any rule, remained true to the old ideal of trying to be good in simple imitation of Jesus Christ, they also did good and were, as we say, useful. It is only when they forget or turn away from this ideal, when are touched with the spirit of the world, or set themselves to the accomplishment of some policy, that their organisations tend to do mischief. From this point of view the usefulness of the hermits far outlasted their own generation. Through them was effected a great good which could not have been foreseen. It is perhaps just because they denied themselves the satisfaction of aiming at usefulness that they were so greatly used. This seems to be one of the laws of the divine government of things. The Lord Himself suggests it when He says: "Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you."
It seems quite possible then that what is called selfishness in the hermits, may be in reality the loftiest altruism. If so, the gulf between their ideal and ours is not so great that the heart cannot cross it. It is only needful that we should see clearer and think deeper than we do, that we should be less sure that only we have grasped the meaning of the Master's life. It is in the hope that the study of them may make for clearer vision, deeper thought, and most desirable humility that I offer these fragments of the wisdom of the desert to those who sincerely desire to be the friends of Jesus Christ.
* Since writing the description of the relative positions of Nitria, Cellia, and Scete, I have read the very valuable note (No. 14) in Dom Cuthbert Butler's Lausiac History (No. 2). He suggests a solution of the they geographical problem so different from mine that I think it right to give his words.
"Though the three authorities (Palladius, Cassian, and Rufinus) differ in their figures, they still agree as to the fact that Scete was distant from Nitria a long journey across the desert; and as they had all three visited Nitria, and as Palladius and Cassian claim to have actually made the journey between Nitria and Scete, their evidence as to the main fact must be accepted. The danger of losing one's way on the journey is illustrated by Palladius' story of a monk who died of thirst while travelling from Scete to Nitria or Cellia. . . . Now if Scete lay a day's journey to the south of the Wady Natron, it is difficult to understand how there can have been easy communication between it and Terenouthis; yet many passages show that such was the case (see Amélineau, Géographie, 493); e.g. when the Mazices made an irruption into Scete it was to Terenouthis that the monks fled; but if Scete was several miles to south of Nitria, it would have been much more natural them to have gone on the line of the present track towards Cairo."
Dom Butler then cites a passage from Ptolemy, and adds: "Ptolemy thus places the Scetic region to the north of Nitria. If he is correct, and I am disposed to believe he is, Scete was that portion of the Libyan desert which between the Delta and the Wady Natron, some fifty miles across. And if that be so, Cellia was situated in this desert, six or seven miles north of Nitria; while still further to the north or north-west, in the heart of the Scetic desert, lay the monastic settlement of Scete."
The greatest weight must be attached to anything which so competent an authority as Dom Butler says on the subject of monastic Egypt, and I ought, perhaps, to give up at once the idea that Scete and Cellia lay to the south of Nitria. One great objection, however, to the northern site still weighs with me. Scete appears always to be regarded as more difficult of access than Nitria. If it lay to the north, would it not be easier to reach from Alexandria and even form a stage on the journey from that city to Nitria?