ST. GEORGE

In the year 280, in a town in Cappadocia, was born that great soldier and champion of the oppressed whom we call St. George.  His parents were Christians, and by them, and especially by his mother, he was most carefully instructed and trained.

When the youth came to the age of seventeen years he took up the profession of arms, and since he was gifted with beauty of person, intelligence, and an exquisite courtesy, he rose rapidly to a considerable military rank.  Especially he pleased his imperial master, Diocletian.

One day while the Emperor, who was devoted to the worship of Apollo, was consulting at a shrine of that god upon an affair of much importance, from the dark depths of the cavern came forth a voice saying, “The just who are on the earth keep me from telling the truth.  By them the inspiration of the Sacred Tripod is made a lie.”  At once the Emperor was stricken with consternation and asked who these just people were.  “Master,” answered one of the priests of Apollo, “they are the Christians.”  This answer so enraged Diocletian that he rekindled his persecutions.

Now from the first the young soldier George had burned with indignation because of the unspeakable cruelties put upon Christians, and he had spoken out boldly in defence of his brethren.  His friends had counselled silence and prudence.  But George would have none.  He knew, however, that he might be called upon to suffer at any time, and he hoped to do better work for the world and to die after braver effort.  He therefore distributed his money and his fine apparel among the poor and needy, set free all the slaves he possessed, and went forth upon knightly travel.

While pricking one day through the plains of Libya he came to a certain city called Silene, the people of which were bewailing a dire misfortune that had come upon them.  An enormous dragon had issued from a marsh neighbouring the town and had devoured all their flocks and herds.  Already the monster had taken dwelling near the city walls, and at such distance the people had been able to keep him only by granting him two sheep every day for his food and drink.  If they had failed in this he would have come within their walls and poisoned every man, woman, and child with his plague-like breath.

But now already all the flocks and herds had been eaten.  Nothing remained to fill the insatiable maw of the dragon but the little people of the homes and hearths of all the town.  Every day two children were now given him.  Each child taken was under the age of fifteen, and was chosen by lot.  Thus it happened that every house and every street and all the public squares echoed with the wailing of unhappy parents and the cries of the innocents who were soon to be offered.