有一个孩子进入grea庄严的大厅t Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will in man, Grace, Purity, and the Pelagian creed-- an ignorantly bold poor child, who stood shewing his rags before the Pope's own eyes, and bade him come to shrive a beggar man he found alone and dying in a shed, who sent him for the Pope, "not any else but the Pope's self." And Innocent arose and hushed the mockers "Surely I will go: servant of servants, I." So he went forth to where the man lay sleeping into death, and blessed him. Then, with a last spurt of life, the dying man rose sitting, "Take," he said, and placed a written scroll in the Pope's hand, and so fell back and died. Thus said the scroll: Alexius, meanest servant of the Lord, son of Euphemianus, senator, and of Aglaia, writes his history, God willing it, which, if God so shall will, shall be revealed when he is fallen asleep. Spirit of Truth, Christ, and all saints of Heaven, and Mary, perfect dove of guilelessness, make his mind clear, that he write utter truth. That which I was all know: that which I am God knows, not I, if I stand near to Him because I have not yielded, or, by curse of recreant longings, am to Him a wretch it needs Such grace to pardon: but I know that one day soon I, dead, shall see His face with that great pity on it which is ours who love Him and have striven and then rest, that I shall look on Him and be content. For what I am, in my last days, to men, 'tis nothing; scarce a name, and even that known to be not my own; a wayside wretch battening upon a rich lord's charity and praying, (some say like the hypocrites), a wayside wretch who, harboured for a night, is harboured still, and, idle on the alms, prays day and night and night and day, and fears lest, even praying, he should suddenly undo his prayer and perish and be great and rich and happy. Jesu, keep me Thine. Father and mother, when ye hear of me, (for I shall choose so sure a messenger whom God will shew me), when ye hear these words, and Claudia, whom I dead will dare count mine, bidding her pray she be Christ's more than mine, believe I loved you; know it; but, beloved, you never will know how much till at length God bids you know all things in the new life. Alas, you have had little joy of me: beloved, could I have given drops of blood in place of your shed tears, the cruellest wounds had been my perfect joys: but both my love and your distress needs were my cross to bear. Forgive me that you sorrowed. And be glad because you sorrowed and your sorrow was holy to God, a sacrifice to Him. Know now, all men who read or hear my words, that I, Alexius, lived in much delights of a dear home where they who looked on me looked with a smile, and where I did but smile to earn sweet praises as for some good deed: I was the sunlight to my mother's eyes, that waked their deepest blueness and warm glow, I was my father's joy, ambition, boast, his hope and his fulfilment. It may be I grew too strong a link betwixt their hearts and this poor world whose best gifts seemed to them destined for me, grew, when they looked on Heaven, a blur upon their sight, too largely near, as any trivial tiny shape held close will make eclipse against the eye it fills: and so, maybe. for their sake, not for mine, God took me from them, me, their only son, for whom they prayed, and trebled pious deeds, and took thought in this life. I grew by them, learning all meet for my estate on earth, but learning more, what they taught more, of God, and loving most that learning. And at times, even from childhood, would my heart grow still and seem to feel Him, hear Him, and I knew, but not with ears, a voice that spoke no words yet called me. And, as ignorant children choose "I will be emperor when I am big," my foolish wont was "I will be a saint:" later, when riper sense brought humbleness, I said "When I am grown a man, my lot Shall be with those who vow their lives to Christ." But, when my father thought my words took shape of other than boy's prattle, he grew grave, and answered me "Alexius, thou art young, and canst not judge of duties; but know this thine is to serve God, living in the world." And still the days went on, and still I felt the silent voice that called me: then I said "My father, now I am no more a child, and I can know my heart; give me to God:" but he replied "God gives no son save thee to keep our fathers' name alive, and thus He shews thy place and duty:" and, with tears, my mother said "God gives no child save thee;