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2 20 Lives of the Saints. [Nov.*.
Nothing of the early life of John is known. He was a very
little man, and like most little men, was peppery. Indeed,
his temper was his great trial. Whenever he felt angry with
anyone, he took to his heels and ran off to a distance till his
temper had cooled down. If two monks were quarrelling
he would do the same, fearing lest his natural impetuosity
would involve him in the dispute.
When young in the religious life, he said to his elder
brother who lived in the cell with him, " I long to be as an
angel! I will go and lead the angelic life in the desert."
So he went away into the wastes of rock and sand, and got
very tired of it in a few days, so he came back. It was
night when he reached his brother's cell and knocked at
the door. His brother did not open, but called out to know
who was there. "It is I, John," replied the little man.
" That cannot be," answered the brother; " he is not a man
like us any more; he has become an angel." And he left
him outside all night. When morning dawned he went out,
and saw John crouching at his door. " Why, how is this ?
Why did you not come in ? Angels can pass through closed
doors."
So John was humbled. After some time he became a
complete master of his temper, and was a model of gentleness. One day he sat at the door of the church at Scete,
and a number of hermits crowded round him to talk to him,
and listen to his advice. An old hermit passing by was
jealous; and looking scornfully on the little man, said,
"Bah! courting the eyes and attention like a painted
harlot." " Yes, yes," said John, humbly, " I am too fond of
attracting attention."
" A little pitcher full of spite, that is what you are !" said
the hermit.
" Ah ! friend, there are worse things in the little pitcher
than spite, if you could peep inside," answered John, gently.
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| Title | The lives of the saints - 13 |
| Creator | Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine) |
| Publisher | J. Grant |
| Place of Publication | Edinburgh |
| Date | 1914 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000260 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | ft . ft 2 20 Lives of the Saints. [Nov.*. Nothing of the early life of John is known. He was a very little man, and like most little men, was peppery. Indeed, his temper was his great trial. Whenever he felt angry with anyone, he took to his heels and ran off to a distance till his temper had cooled down. If two monks were quarrelling he would do the same, fearing lest his natural impetuosity would involve him in the dispute. When young in the religious life, he said to his elder brother who lived in the cell with him, " I long to be as an angel! I will go and lead the angelic life in the desert." So he went away into the wastes of rock and sand, and got very tired of it in a few days, so he came back. It was night when he reached his brother's cell and knocked at the door. His brother did not open, but called out to know who was there. "It is I, John," replied the little man. " That cannot be," answered the brother; " he is not a man like us any more; he has become an angel." And he left him outside all night. When morning dawned he went out, and saw John crouching at his door. " Why, how is this ? Why did you not come in ? Angels can pass through closed doors." So John was humbled. After some time he became a complete master of his temper, and was a model of gentleness. One day he sat at the door of the church at Scete, and a number of hermits crowded round him to talk to him, and listen to his advice. An old hermit passing by was jealous; and looking scornfully on the little man, said, "Bah! courting the eyes and attention like a painted harlot." " Yes, yes," said John, humbly, " I am too fond of attracting attention." " A little pitcher full of spite, that is what you are !" said the hermit. " Ah ! friend, there are worse things in the little pitcher than spite, if you could peep inside," answered John, gently. ft |
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