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# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XI/John Cassian/Conferences of John Cassian, Part II/Conference XVII/Chapter 28

Chapter XXVIII.
The answer telling in what cases the determination is to be kept fixedly, and in what cases it may be broken if need be.
Joseph: We do not lay this down with regard to those fundamental commands, without which our salvation cannot in any way exist, but with regard to those which we can either relax or hold fast to without endangering our state, as for instance, an unbroken and strict fast, or total abstinence from wine or oil, or entire prohibition to leave one’s cell, or incessant attention to reading and meditation, all of which can be practised at pleasure, without damage to our profession and purpose, and, if need be, can be given up without blame. But we must most resolutely make up our minds to observe those fundamental commands, and not even, if need arise, to avoid death in their cause, with regard to which we must immovably assert: “I have sworn and am purposed.” And this should be done for the preservation of love, for which all things else should be disregarded lest the beauty and perfection of its calm should suffer a stain. In the same way we must swear for the purity of our chastity, and we ought to do the same for faith, and sobriety and justice, to all of which we must cling with unchangeable persistence, and to forsake which even for a little is worthy of blame. But in the case of those bodily exercises, which are said to be profitable for a little, we must, as we said, decide in such a way that, if there occurs any more decided opportunity for a good act, which would lead us to relax them, we need not be bound by any rule about them, but may give them up and freely adopt what is more useful. For in the case of those bodily exercises, if they are dropped for a time, there is no danger: but to have given up these others even for a moment is deadly.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Cf. 1 Tim. iv. 8.
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XI/John Cassian/Conferences of John Cassian, Part II/Conference XVII/Chapter 30

Chapter XXX.
That no determination should be made on those things which concern the needs of the common life.
And therefore a monk ought not hastily to make any promise on those things which merely concern bodily exercise, for fear lest he may stir up the enemy still more to attack what he is keeping as it were under the observance of the law, and so he may be more readily compelled to break it. Since every one who lives under the grace of liberty, and sets himself a law, thereby binds himself in a dangerous slavery, so that if by chance necessity constrains him to do what he might have ventured on lawfully, and indeed laudably and with thanksgiving, he is forced to act as a transgressor, and to fall into sin: “for where there is no law there is no transgression.”
By this instruction and the teaching of the blessed Joseph we were confirmed as by a Divine oracle and made up our minds to stop in Egypt. But though henceforward we were but a little anxious about our promise, yet when seven years were over we were very glad to fulfil it. For we hastened to our monastery, at a time when we were confident of obtaining permission to return to the desert, and first paid our respects properly to our Elders; next we revived the former love in their minds as out of the ardour of their love they had not been at all softened by our very frequent letters to satisfy them, and in the last place, we entirely removed the sting of our broken promise and returned to the recesses of the desert of Scete, as they themselves forwarded us with joy.
This learning and doctrine of the illustrious fathers, our ignorance, O holy brother, has to the best of its ability made plain to you. And if perhaps our clumsy style has confused it instead of setting it in order, I trust that the blame which our clumsiness deserves will not interfere with the praise due to these grand men. Since it seemed to us a safer course in the sight of our Judge to state even in unadorned style this splendid doctrine rather than to hold our tongues about it, since if he considers the grandeur of the thoughts, the fact that the awkwardness of our style annoys him, need not be prejudicial to the profit of the reader, and for our part we are more anxious about its usefulness than its being praised. This at least I charge all those into whose hand this little book may fall; viz., that they must know that whatever in it pleases them belongs to the fathers, and whatever they dislike is all our own.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Rom. iv. 15.
* ↑ In this last chapter Cassian certainly makes his own the sentiments of Abbot Joseph on the permissibility of lying; and is therefore not unreasonably attacked for the teaching of this Conference by Prosper. “Contra Collatorem,” c. ix.
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XI/John Cassian/Conferences of John Cassian, Part II/Conference XVII/Chapter 27

Chapter XXVII.
A question whether the saying: “I have sworn and am purposed” is opposed to the view given above.
Germanus: So far as this consideration is concerned which has been clearly and fully treated of, a monk ought never to determine anything for fear lest he turn out a breaker of his word or else obstinate. And what then can we make of this saying of the Psalmist: “I have sworn and am purposed to keep Thy righteous judgments?” What is “to swear and purpose” except to keep one’s determinations fixedly?

## Footnotes

* ↑ Ps. cxviii. (cxix.) 106.
# Now We Are Six/Solitude

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| And the wheels All stick So quick That it feels Like a thing That you make With a brake, Not string . . . So that’s what I make, When the day’s all wet. It’s a good sort of brake But it hasn’t worked yet. | And the wheels All stick So quick That it feels Like a thing That you make With a brake, Not string . . . So that’s what I make, When the day’s all wet. It’s a good sort of brake But it hasn’t worked yet. |
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# Notes and Queries/Series 10/Volume 6/Number 138/Beldornie Press

See original note in Series 10, Volume 5, Number 119.
​Beldornie Press (10 S. v. 269).—Some information on this subject will be found in the Second Series of 'N. & Q.' Before Utterson built Beldornie Tower, in Pelham Field, he resided at Buckland Grange, which before his time had been only a farm and was known as Ryde House (this latter name was transferred to a modern house built nearer to the sea by Mr. George Player for his own occupation).
The following is an extract from The Isle of Wight Observer at the time of Utterson's death:
"This distinguished antiquary, who built Beldornie, Ryde, where he for many years resided expired on the 14th July [1852] at Brighton, in the 79th year of his age. The deceased gentleman was an uncompromising Tory of the old school, and a most implacable enemy to the system of 'retrenchment' which followed in the wake of the passing of the Reform Bill. He was one of the 'Six Clerks in Chancery,' a sinecure of great emolument which the Whigs abolished, pensioning off the then holders for life; and we believe Mr. Utterson was the last survivor of them. On the election of Mr. Dawes in 1851 on Free Trade principles, Mr. Utterson took such umbrage that he removed from Ryde and shortly afterwards his exceedingly valuable library of antiquarian literature was brought to the hammer. For several years Mr Utterson kept up a private printing office, where many scarce works were reprinted, more particularly those of the Elizabethan period. At St. Thomas', Ryde, there are tablets to the memory of Utterson and his wife." G. R. Brigstocke.
Ryde, I.W.
[There must be a mistake in the year Mr. Brigstocke gives for Utterson's death. The very interesting article to which he refers appeared at 2 S. i. 6, and was written by J. Payne Collier, who began his note with the words "The late Mr. Edward Vernon Utterson." The next week, however, 'N. & Q.' contained a letter from Mr. Collier, dated "Jan. 8, 1856," saying that he was "most happy to be informed" that Mr. Utterson was then alive and well. The 'D.N.B.' article on Utterson states that he died at Brighton on 14 July, 1856, and gives a list of his reprints at the Beldornie Press.]
# Notes and Queries/Series 2/Volume 8/Lennard Family

​Lennard Family. — The following extracts from the earliest register of Sevenoaks parish, relative to this eminent family, may be acceptable to one of your readers: —
"Baptisms.
1577. May 23. Bapt. Thomas, son of Samson Lennard, Esq. 1578. Sept. 25. Margaret, dau. of S. L., Esq. 1580. June 8. Elizabeth, dau. of S. L., Esq.
1581. Nov. 26. Elizabeth, dau. of S. L., Esq.
1583. July 28. Frances, dau. of S. L., Esq.
1584. Oct. 11. John, son of S. L. Esq.
1594. Oct. 27. Margaret, dau. of Henry Lennard, Esq.
1597. Dec. 27. Ffynes, son of Henrv Lennard, Knt.
1598. Jan. 21. Philadelphia, dau. of Hen. L., Knt.
"Marriages.
1579. Dec. 27. Guildford Walsingham, Esq., to Mary Lennard. 1587. Aug. 23. Thomas Greshame, Esq., to Mary Walsingham, widow.
1589. Sep. 30. Frances Querst, Esq., to Eliz. Lennard.
1591. May 25. Herbert Morley, Esq., to Anne Lennard, Gen.
1592. May 24. Marmaduke Dorrell, Esq., to Anne Lennard, Gen.
1593. Sep. 6. Thomas Waller, Esq., to Margt Lennard, Gen.
1594. Apr. 2. Ralf Bosvile, Esq., to Mary Lennard.
1598. Jan. 3. Francis Barnam, Esq., to Elizabeth Lennard.
1601. May 12. Robert Moore, Esq., to Ffrances Lennard, Gen.
"Burials.
1575. Oct. 10. John, son of Sampson Lennard, Esq.
1581. Oct. 20. Eliaabeth, dau. of Sampson Lennard."
Besides the above are numerous entries relating to the Sydneys, Nevills, Walsinghams, Bosvilles, Wallers, and other important families.
C. J. Robinson
# Notes and Queries/Series 1/Volume 1/Number 1/Value of a Repository For "Notes"

Value of a Repository for "Notes."—New Edition of Herbert's "Ames."
[The suggestions in the following Paper are so extremely valuable, that we are not only pleased to give it insertion, but hope that our readers will take advantage of our columns to carry out Dr. Maitland's recommendations.]
Sir,—My attention has been particularly engaged by one suggestion in your Prospectus, because it seems to hold out a hope that your intended work will furnish what has long been a desideratum in literature. We really do want something that may form a "supplement to works already in existence a treasury for enriching future editions of them;" while it may also receive (as I have no doubt you meant to include,) such contributions of moderate extent, as may tend to render fuller and more correct some works which have little or no chance of future editions. In this way you may be of great use in every department of literature; and especially in works of reference. With them, indeed, correctness is everything; perfect accuracy is not to be attained, and the nearest possible approximation to it can be made only by many little careful steps, backwards as well as forwards.
By works of reference, however, I do not mean Dictionaries, though I would include them, as a class of works for which I have a singular respect, and to which my remark particularly applies. There are many other books, and some which very properly aspire to the title of History, which are, in fact and practically, books of reference, and of little value if they have not the completeness and accuracy which should characterise that class of works. Now it frequently happens to people whose reading is at all discursive, that they incidentally fall upon small matters of correction or criticism, which are of little value to themselves, but would be very useful to those who are otherwise engaged, if they knew of their existence.
S. R. Maitland.
# Notes and Queries/Series 2/Volume 10/Dildrum, King of the Cats

See also Notes and Queries, Series 2, Volume 11, "Doldrum, King of the Cats". For other versions of the story, see The King of the Cats.
​Dildrum, King of the Cats. — The following tradition is often heard in South Lancashire. A gentleman was one evening sitting cosily in his parlour, reading or meditating, when he was interrupted by the appearance of a cat, which came down the chimney, and called out, "Tell Dildrum Doldrum's dead!" He was naturally startled by the occurrence, and when shortly afterwards his ​wife entered, he related to her what had happened, and their own cat, which had accompanied her, exclaimed "Is Doldrum dead?" and immediately rushed up the chimney, and was heard of no more. Of course there were numberless conjectures upon such a remarkable event, but the general opinion appears to be that Doldrum had been King of Catland, and that Dildrum was the next heir.D. C.
[A similar legend, current in Northumberland, will be found in "N. & Q.," 1st S. vi. 70.]
# Notes and Queries/Series 5/Volume 11/Number 279/Arms on the Stalls in the Cathedral at Haarlem

​Arms on the Stalls in the Cathedral at Haarlem (5th S. ix. 61, 101, 413, 451, 471, 497; xi. 269, 318.)—I should feel grateful to D. P. for his correction of my “misunderstanding” with regard to the arms of Guelders, if that “misunderstanding” had any existence except in his own imagination. D. P. does not appear to be aware that although, as he quite correctly says, the arms referred to contain two distinct coats—those of Guelders and Juliers—they are yet constantly referred to in their united condition as the arms of the duchy or province of Guelders. They are so in a modern Dutch heraldic work of the highest authority now lying before me, no reference being there made to the fact, well known to every tyro in heraldry, that a portion of the coat was assumed for Juliers. Spener says, “Geldriæ insignia sunt duo in bipertito scuto se respicientes leones,” &c., as I blazoned them, though he does go on to say (what it seemed to me perfectly unnecessary to refer to in my brief note) that one of the lions was assumed for Juliers. Not long ago, in Paris, a gentleman politely directed my attention to the fact that in a certain place were visible what he termed “les armoiries de l’Angleterre.” The shield really contained the quartered coats of England, Scotland, and Ireland, and so (strictly speaking) was not the arms of England, but those of the united kingdoms of Great Britain and Ireland. But I did not think it necessary to assume that the French gentleman was ignorant of this fact simply because he called the whole arrangement by its conventional name, though, instead of thanking him for his politeness, I might have pointed out “a misunderstanding of his,” and displayed at one and the same time his very painful inaccuracy and my own highly superior knowledge. It is, however, pleasant to be assured that D. P.’s confidence in my powers of observation, and in my general honesty of description, still survives the shock which I appear to have inflicted upon him; and that, upon the whole, he has “no doubt that Mr. Woodward has related them faithfully.” Of such kind patronage I feel myself all unworthy; for I am not quite so confident myself. There are one or two little points with regard to which I have already had to correct my own report, and one or two more where I have had a little doubt whether my transcription of some travel-worn pencil notes was quite so faithful as I intended it to be. Had D. P. addressed himself to these, it is conceivable that some addition might have been made to our knowledge, and it is certain that in this case no one would have welcomed his correction of my “misunderstanding” more thankfully and respectfully than myself. J. Woodward.
# Notes and Queries/Series 1/Volume 6/Northumberland Tradition

See also Notes and Queries, Series 2, Volume 10, "Dildrum, King of the Cats". For other stories similar to this, see The King of the Cats.
​Northumberland Tradition.—Joaney or Johnny Reed, the parish clerk of a village near Newcastle, was returning home one evening, and in passing a gate by the roadside marvelled much to see nine cats about it. His wonder was changed to horror ​ when one of the cats addressed him, "Joaney Reed, Joaney Reed, tell Dan Ratcliffe that Peg Powson is dead." Joaney hurried home to his wife, and instantly informed her of the circumstance, wondering at the same time who Dan Ratcliffe might be; when up sprang the cat from the hearth, and exclaiming "If Peg Powson's dead, it's no time for me to be here," rushed out of the house and was seen no more.P. P.
# Notes and Queries/Series 2/Volume 1/Number 2/Reprints of Early English Poetry

See original note in Series 2, Volume 1, Number 1.
REPRINTS OF EARLY ENGLISH POETRY.
In pointing out the errors of other people in my article of last week, under the above head, I have fallen into a very singular, but I trust not unpardonable, blunder myself. I there spoke of Mr. E. V. Utterson as dead; I am most happy to be informed that he is living and well, but during the last six months at least, I have been, I hardly know how, under the unfortunate persuasion that he had ceased to be among us. My notion was that I had heard one of my family read the account of Mr. Utterson's decease from The Times, but I must have been mistaken; and the only apology I can now make is, at once to acknowledge the error, and to express my hearty sorrow for having fallen into it, as well as my hearty joy at the continued health of a gentleman to whom I have been under so many literary obligations. These obligations I not only did not scruple to admit, but I was glad to admit them at the moment I was so incautious in the statement of them. It may be some excuse to say that, residing at a distance from London, I had not any ready means of inquiry; but, on the other hand, this very circumstance ought to have rendered me more careful. The commencement of my article shows how strong was the conviction in my mind; it never suggested itself to me as a matter of doubt. I think I know Mr. Utterson well enough to feel sure that he will accept the amends contained in this note. J. Payne Collier.
Maidenhead, Jan. 8, 1856.
# Notes and Queries/Series 2/Volume 11/Doldrum, King of the Cats

See also Notes and Queries, Series 2, Volume 10, "Dildrum, King of the Cats". For other versions of the story, see The King of the Cats.
​Doldrum, King of the Cats (1st S. vi. 70.; 2nd S. x. 463.) — This tale is told in Ireland also, "with a difference" which makes it somewhat more poetical. [By the bye, Doldrum, not Dildrum, was the Lancashire cat-king: in these days of dynastic vicissitude, "N. & Q." should be especially correct about royal matters; posterity might be puzzled else.] A county-of-Meath farmer was riding home at nightfall, when, in hastening past a suspicious-looking churchyard, a cat jumped from the wall on his horse's back, clawed up his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Go home, and tell Maud that Maudlin is dead." Home he sped; and taking off his boots at the kitchen fire, where his own cat gravely superintended the operation—"I have just had a beautiful fright, my woman," says he; "I was bid to go home and tell you, Maud, that Maudlin is dead." Into the middle of the room jumps she; sets up her back and likewise a terrible howl, dashes through the window, and was never seen or heard of from that hour. Maudlin, I suppose, was the Irish Queen of the Cats, or at least the Lady-Lieutenant; and Maud was, perhaps, one of her Maids of Honour. Any how, the story is religiously believed in Ireland by every truePusseyite.
This is a Scandinavian legend, probably, like some others, brought in by the Danes. Its more complete form will be found in the legend of "The Troll turned Cat," one of the Scandinavian legends in the Fairy Mythology.K.
# Of a Happy Life/Book XXVII

From the Bohn's Classical Library Edition of L. Annaeus Seneca, Minor Dialogs Together with the Dialog "On Clemency"; George Bell and Sons, London, 1900
XXVII. Behold! from that prison of his, which by entering he cleansed from shame and rendered more honourable than any senate house, Socrates addresses you, saying: “What is this madness of yours? what is this disposition, at war alike with gods and men, which leads you to calumniate virtue and to outrage holiness with malicious accusations? Praise good men, if you are able: if not, pass them by in silence: if indeed you take pleasure in this offensive abusiveness, fall foul of one another: for when you rave against Heaven, I do not say that you commit sacrilege, but you waste your time. I once afforded Aristophanes with the subject of a jest: since then all the crew of comic poets have made me a mark for their envenomed wit: my virtue has been made to shine more brightly by the very blows which have been aimed at it, for it is to its advantage to be brought before the public and exposed to temptation, nor do any people understand its greatness more than those who by their assaults have made trial of its strength. The hardness of flint is known to none so well as to those who strike it. I offer myself to all attacks, like some lonely rock in a shallow sea, which the waves never cease to beat upon from whatever quarter they may come, but which they cannot thereby move from its place nor yet wear away, for however many years they may unceasingly dash against it. Bound upon me, rush upon me, I will overcome you by enduring your onset: whatever strikes against that which is firm and unconquerable merely injures itself by its own violence. Wherefore, seek some soft and yielding object to pierce with your darts. But have you leisure to peer into other men's evil deeds and to sit in judgment upon anybody? to ask how it is that this philosopher has so roomy a house, or that one so good a dinner? Do you look at other people's pimples while you yourselves are covered with countless ulcers? This is as though one who was eaten up by the mange were to point with scorn at the moles and warts on the bodies of the handsomest men. Reproach Plato with having sought for money, reproach Aristotle with having obtained it, Democritus with having disregarded it, Epicurus with having spent it: cast Phaedrus and Alcibiades in my own teeth, you who reach the height of enjoyment whenever you get an opportunity of imitating our vices! Why do you not rather cast your eyes around yourselves at the ills which tear you to pieces on every side, some attacking you from without, some burning in your own bosoms? However little you know your own place, mankind has not yet come to such a pass that you can have leisure to wag your tongues to the reproach of your betters.
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# Of a Happy Life/Book XXVIII

From the Bohn's Classical Library Edition of L. Annaeus Seneca, Minor Dialogs Together with the Dialog "On Clemency"; George Bell and Sons, London, 1900
XXVIII. This you do not understand, and you bear a countenance which does not befit your condition, like many men who sit in the circus or the theatre without having learned that their home is already in mourning: but I, looking forward from a lofty standpoint, can see what storms are either threatening you, and will burst in torrents upon you somewhat later, or are close upon you and on the point of sweeping away all that you possess. Why, though you are hardly aware of it, is there not a whirling hurricane at this moment spinning round and confusing your minds, making them seek and avoid the very same things, now raising them aloft and now dashing them below?. . . . . ."
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