in the name of the Lord.  But after a few days he was again afflicted by losses and miseries beyond measure and number.  Whoever offered to him, {208} or to any one connected with him, a cheerful countenance was reckoned a public enemy.  In all these things his mind was unbroken; but his hand was still stretched out for the liberation of the Church.  For this he incessantly sighed; for this he persevered in watchings, fastings, and prayers; to obtain this he ardently desired to sacrifice himself.

  From the greatest joy of affairs,
  The greatest wailing is in the Church,
  For the absence of so great a patron. 
  But when the miracles return,
  Joy to the people returns. 
  The crowd of sick flock together,
  And obtain the grace of benefits.

Fifth Lesson.

Now on the fifth day after the birth-day of our Lord, four persons of the palace came to Canterbury, men indeed of high birth, but famous for their wicked deeds; and having entered, they attack the archbishop with reproachful words, provoke him with insults, and at length assail him with threats.  The man of God modestly answered, to every thing, whatever reason required, adding that many injuries had been inflicted upon him and the Church of God, since the re-establishment of peace, and there was no one to correct what was wrong; that he neither could nor would dissemble thereafter, so as not to exercise the duties of his function.  The men, foolish in heart, were disturbed by this, and having loudly given utterance to their iniquity they forthwith went out.  On their retiring, the prelate proceeded to the Church, to offer the evening praises to Christ.  The mail-clad satellites of Satan followed him from behind with drawn swords, a {209} large band of armed men accompanying them.  On the monks barring the entrance to the Church, the priest of God, destined soon to become a victim of Christ, running up re-opened the door to the enemy; “For,” said he, “a Church must not be barricaded like a castle.”  As they burst in, and some shouted with a voice of phrenzy, “Where is the traitor?” others, “Where is the Archbishop?” the fearless confessor of Christ went to meet them.  When they pressed on to murder him, he said, “For myself I cheerfully meet death for the Church of God; but on the part of God I charge you to do no hurt to any of mine”—­imitating Christ in his passion, when he said, “If ye seek me, let these go their way.”  Then rush the ravening wolves on the pious shepherd, degenerate sons on their own father, cruel lictors on the victim of Christ, and with fatal swords cut off the consecrated crown of his head; and hurling down to the ground the Christ [the anointed] of the Lord, in savage manner, horrible to be said, scattered the brains with the blood over the pavement.