their religion.  The Greeks would have called this appearance Hermes, even in this guise Odysseus met him in the oak wood of Circe’s Isle.  But Augustine was not yet in his mother’s faith; he still taught and studied rhetoric, contending for its prizes, but declining to be aided by a certain wizard of his acquaintance.  He had entered as a competitor for a “Tragicall poeme,” but was too sportsmanlike to seek victory by art necromantic.  Yet he followed after Astrologers, because they used no sacrifices, and did not pretend to consult spirits.  Even the derision of his dear friend Nebridius could not then move him from those absurd speculations.  His friend died, and “his whole heart was darkened;” “mine eyes would be looking for him in all places, but they found him not, and I hated all things because they told me no news of him.”  He fell into an extreme weariness of life, and no less fear of death.  He lived but by halves; having lost dimidium animae suae, and yet dreaded death, “Lest he might chance to have wholy dyed whome I extremely loved.”  So he returned to Carthage for change, and sought pleasure in other friendships; but “Blessed is the man that loves Thee and his friend in Thee and his enemy for Thee.  For he only never loseth a dear friend to whom all men are dear, for His sake, who is never lost.”

Here, on the margin of the old book, beside these thoughts, so beautiful if so helpless, like all words, to console, some reader long dead has written:—­

   “Pray for your poor servant, J. M.”

And again,

   “Pray for your poor friend.”

Doubtless, some Catholic reader, himself bereaved, is imploring the prayers of a dear friend dead; and sure we need their petitions more than they need ours, who have left this world of temptation, and are at peace.

After this loss Saint Augustine went to Rome, his ambition urging him, perhaps, but more his disgust with the violent and riotous life of students in Carthage.  To leave his mother was difficult, but “I lyed to my mother, yea, such a mother, and so escaped from her.”  And now he had a dangerous sickness, and afterwards betook himself to converse with the orthodox, for example at Milan with Saint Ambrose.  In Milan his mother would willingly have continued in the African ritual—­a Pagan survival—­carrying wine and food to the graves of the dead; but this Saint Ambrose forbade, and she obeyed him for him “she did extremely affect for the regard of my spirituall good.”

From Milan his friend Alipius preceded him to Rome, and there “was damnably delighted” with the gladiatorial combats, being “made drunk with a delight in blood.”  Augustine followed him to Rome, and there lost the girl of his heart, “so that my heart was wounded, as that the very blood did follow.”  The lady had made a vow of eternal chastity, “having left me with a son by her.”  But he fell to a new love as the old one was departed, and yet the ancient wound pained him still “after a more desperate and dogged manner.”