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The Hermits by Charles Kingsley
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steward of a small estate, and that to him the garden, in which they
were, belonged. Hilarion, weeping over him, and stretching a hand
to him as he lay, said, "I say to thee, in the name of Jesus Christ
our Lord, arise and walk." Wonderful was the rapidity of the
effect. The words were yet in his mouth, when the limbs,
strengthened, raised the man upon his feet. As soon as it was
known, the needs of many conquered the difficulty of the ground, and
the want of a path, while all in the neighbourhood watched nothing
so carefully, as that he should not by some plan slip away from
them. For the report had been spread about him, that he could not
remain long in the same place; which nevertheless he did not do from
any caprice, or childishness, but to escape honour and importunity;
for he always longed after silence, and an ignoble life.

So, in the eightieth year of his age, while Hesychius was absent, he
wrote a short letter, by way of testament, with his own hand,
leaving to Hesychius all his riches; namely, his Gospel-book, and a
sackcloth-shirt, hood, and mantle. For his servant had died a few
days before. Many religious men came to him from Paphos while he
was sick, especially because they had heard that he had said that
now he was going to migrate to the Lord, and be freed from the
chains of the body. There came also Constantia, a high-born lady,
whose son-in-law and daughter he had delivered from death by
anointing them with oil. And he made them all swear, that he should
not be kept an hour after his death, but covered up with earth in
that same garden, clothed, as he was, in his haircloth shirt, hood,
and rustic cloak. And now little heat was left in his body, and
nothing of a living man was left, except his reason: and yet, with
open eyes, he went on saying, "Go forth, what fearest thou? Go
forth, my soul, what doubtest thou? Nigh seventy years hast thou
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