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# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume I/Constantine/The Life of Constantine/Book III/Chapter 56

Chapter LVI.—Destruction of the Temple of Æsculapius at Ægæ.
For since a wide-spread error of these pretenders to wisdom concerned the demon worshiped in Cilicia, whom thousands regarded with reverence as the possessor of saving and healing power, who sometimes appeared to those who passed the night in his temple, sometimes restored the diseased to health, though on the contrary he was a destroyer of souls, who drew his easily deluded worshipers from the true Saviour to involve them in impious error, the emperor, consistently with his practice, and desire to advance the worship of him who is at once a jealous God and the true Saviour, gave directions that this temple also should be razed to the ground. In prompt obedience to this command, a band of soldiers laid this building, the admiration of noble philosophers, prostrate in the dust, together with its unseen inmate, neither demon nor god, but rather a deceiver of souls, who had seduced mankind for so long a time through various ages. And thus he who had promised to others deliverance from misfortune and distress, could find no means for his own security, any more than when, as is told in myth, he was scorched by the lightning’s stroke. Our emperor’s pious deeds, however, had in them nothing fabulous or feigned; but by virtue of the manifested power of his Saviour, this temple as well as others was so utterly overthrown, that not a vestige of the former follies was left behind.

## Footnotes

* ↑ [On the coast of Cilicia, near Issus.—Bag.]
* ↑ [By Jupiter, for restoring Hippolytus to life, at Diana’s request.—Bag.]
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume I/Constantine/The Life of Constantine/Book III/Chapter 61

Chapter LXI.—The Emperor’s Letter to Eusebius praising him for refusing the Bishopric of Antioch.
The Emperor’s Letter to me on my refusing the Bishopric of Antioch.
“Victor Constantinus, Maximus Augustus, to Eusebius.
“I have most carefully perused your letter, and perceive that you have strictly conformed to the rule enjoined by the discipline of the Church. Now to abide by that which appears at the same time pleasing to God, and accordant with apostolical tradition, is a proof of true piety. You have reason to deem yourself happy on this behalf, that you are counted worthy, in the judgment, I may say, of all the world, to have the oversight of any church. For the desire which all feel to claim you for their own, undoubtedly enhances your enviable fortune in this respect. Notwithstanding, your Prudence whose resolve it is to observe the ordinances of God and the apostolic canon of the Church, has done excellently well in declining the bishopric of the church at Antioch, and desiring to continue in that church of which you first received the oversight by the will of God. I have written on this subject to the people of Antioch, and also to your colleagues in the ministry who had themselves consulted me in regard to this question; on reading which letters, your Holiness will easily discern, that, inasmuch as justice itself opposed their claims, I have written to them under divine direction. It will be necessary that your Prudence should be present at their conference, in order that this decision may be ratified in the church at Antioch. God preserve you, beloved brother!”

## Footnotes

* ↑ Canon 15 (or 14) of the “Apostolical Canons.” Cf. ed. Bruns. 1 (Berol. 1839), 3.
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume I/Constantine/The Life of Constantine/Book III/Chapter 62

Chapter LXII.—Constantine’s Letter to the Council, depreciating the Removal of Eusebius from Cæsarea.
“Victor Constantinus, Maximus Augustus, to Theodotus, Theodorus, Narcissus, Aëtius, Alpheus, and the rest of the bishops who are at Antioch.
“I have perused the letters written by your Prudences, and highly approve of the wise resolution of your colleague in the ministry, Eusebius. Having, moreover, been informed of the circumstances of the case, partly by your letters, partly by those of our illustrious counts, Acacius and Strategius, after sufficient investigation I have written to the people of Antioch, suggesting the course which will be at once pleasing to God and advantageous for the Church. A copy of this I have ordered to be subjoined to this present letter, in order that ye yourselves may know what I thought fit, as an advocate of the cause of justice, to write to that people: since I find in your letter this proposal, that, in consonance with the choice of the people, sanctioned by your own desire, Eusebius the holy bishop of Cæsarea should preside over and take the charge of the church at Antioch. Now the letters of Eusebius himself on this subject appeared to be strictly accordant with the order prescribed by the Church. Nevertheless it is expedient that your Prudences should be made acquainted with my opinion also. For I am informed that Euphronius the presbyter, who is a citizen of Cæsarea in Cappadocia, and George of Arethusa, likewise a presbyter, and appointed to that office by Alexander at Alexandria, are men of tried faith. It was right, therefore, to intimate to your Prudences, that in proposing these men and any others whom you may deem worthy the episcopal dignity, you should decide this question in a manner conformable to the tradition of the apostles. For in that case, your Prudences will be able, according to the rule of the Church and apostolic tradition, to direct this election in the manner which true ecclesiastical discipline shall prescribe. God preserve you, beloved brethren!”

## Footnotes

* ↑ The word has thus generally been rendered by Bag., and does probably refer to their official title, although in this case and occasionally he translates “friends.”
* ↑ [George (afterwards bishop of Laodicea) appears to have been degraded from the office of presbyter on the ground of impiety, by the same bishop who had ordained him. Both George and Euphronius were of the Arian party, of which fact it is possible that Constantine was ignorant.—Bag.] Georgius was at one time or another Arian, semi-Arian, and Anomoean, and is said to have been called by Athanasius “the most wicked of all the Arians” (Venables in Smith and Wace, Dict. 2. 637). He was constantly pitted against Eustathius, which accounts for his appearance at this time. Euphronius was the one chosen at this time. Compare Bennett, Euphronius, in Smith and Wace, Dict. 2. 297.
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume I/Constantine/The Life of Constantine/Book III/Chapter 57

Chapter LVII.—How the Gentiles abandoned Idol Worship, and turned to the Knowledge of God.
Hence it was that, of those who had been the slaves of superstition, when they saw with their own eyes the exposure of their delusion, and beheld the actual ruin of the temples and images in every place, some applied themselves to the saving doctrine of Christ; while others, though they declined to take this step, yet reprobated the folly which they had received from their fathers, and laughed to scorn what they had so long been accustomed to regard as gods. Indeed, what other feelings could possess their minds, when they witnessed the thorough uncleanness concealed beneath the fair exterior of the objects of their worship? Beneath this were found either the bones of dead men or dry skulls, fraudulently adorned by the arts of magicians, or filthy rags full of abominable impurity, or a bundle of hay or stubble. On seeing all these things heaped together within their lifeless images, they denounced their fathers’ extreme folly and their own, especially when neither in the secret recesses of the temples nor in the statues themselves could any inmate be found; neither demon, nor utterer of oracles, neither god nor prophet, as they had heretofore supposed: nay, not even a dim and shadowy phantom could be seen. Accordingly, every gloomy cavern, every hidden recess, afforded easy access to the emperor’s emissaries: the inaccessible and secret chambers, the innermost shrines of the temples, were trampled by the soldiers’ feet; and thus the mental blindness which had prevailed for so many ages over the gentile world became clearly apparent to the eyes of all.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Through another reading translated by Val., 1709, Bag., “stolen by impostors.” Stroth has “impiously employed for magicians arts.”
# Old Melbourne Memories/Priez pour Elle

"PRIEZ POUR ELLE"
AN INCIDENT OF THE INDIAN MUTINY
In the old tower they stand at bay, Where the Moslem fought of old; True to their race, in that sad day Their lives are dearly sold.
They are but three; a woman fair, A boy of fearless brow, He, whom she vowed to love is there— God help her! then and now.
With fiercer leaguer never did Those rugged stones resound, As the swarthy yelling masses swayed The time-worn keep around.
Our death-doomed brothers fired fast, Our sister loaded well; With each rifle-crack a spirit passed; By scores the rebels fell.
Though corses choke the narrow way, Still swarms the demon hive; Like a tolling bell each heart will say "We ne'er go forth alive!"
Undaunted still—the leaden rain Slacks not one moment's space— With a crashing bullet through his brain, The boy drops on his face!
With outstretched arms, with death-clutched hands, His mother's darling lies, No more, till rent the grave's dark bands, To glad her loving eyes.
Gone the last hope! faint gleam of light— Death stalks before their eyes— While yells and screams of wild delight From the frenzied crowd arise.
O God of mercy! can it be? It is a hideous dream— No!—nearer rolls the human sea, Arms flash, and eyeballs gleam.
He thinks of her, pale, tender, fair— To nameless tortures given, Gore-stained and soiled the bright brown hair— His very soul is riven.
He lifts the weapon. Did he think Of a happy summer time— Of the village meadow—river brink, Of the merry wedding chime?
Little he dreamed of this dreary Now, Or that ever he should stand With the pistol-muzzle at her brow, The trigger in his hand!
They kissed—they clung in a last embrace, They prayed a last deep prayer— Then proudly she raised her tearful face, And——a corse lay shuddering there!
He stooped, his love's soft eyes to close, He smoothed the bright brown hair, Smiled on the crowd of baffled foes, Then, scattered his brains in air.
# Old Melbourne Memories/The Bushman's Lullaby

THE BUSHMAN'S LULLABY
Lift me down to the creek bank, Jack, It must be fresher outside; The long hot day is well-nigh done; It's a chance if I see another one; I should like to look on the setting sun, And the water, cool and wide.
We didn't think it would be like this Last week, as we rode together; True mates we've been in this far land For many a year, since Devon's strand We left for these wastes of sun-scorched sand In the blessed English weather.
We left when the leafy lanes were green And the trees met overhead, The rippling brooks ran clear and gay, The air was sweet with the scent of hay, How well I remember the very day And the words my mother said!
We have toiled and striven and fought it out Under the hard blue sky,
Where the plains glowed red in tremulous light, Where the haunting mirage mocked the sight Of desperate men from morn till night,— And the streams had long been dry.
Where we dug for gold on the mountain-side, Where the ice-fed river ran; In frost and blast, through fire and snow, Where an Englishman could live and go, We've followed our luck through weal and woe, And never asked help from man.
And now it's over, it's hard to die Ere the summer of life is o'er, When the pulse beats high and the limbs are stark, Ere time has printed one warning mark, To quit the light for the unknown dark, And, O God! to see home no more!
No more! no more! I that always vowed That, whether or rich or poor, Whatever the years might bring or change, I would one day stand by the grey old grange, And the children would gather, all shy and strange, As I entered the well-known door.
You will go home to the old place, Jack; Then tell my mother for me, That I thought of the words she used to say, Her looks, her tones, as I dying lay, That I prayed to God, as I used to pray When I knelt beside her knee......
By the lonely water they made their couch, And the southern night fast fled; They heard the wildfowl splash and cry, They heard the mourning reeds' low sigh, Such was the Bushman's lullaby,— With the dawn his soul was sped.
# Old Melbourne Memories/Morning

MORNING
Morn on the waters! the glad bird flings The diamond spray from his glittering wings. Old ocean lieth in dreamless sleep, As the slumber of childhood calmly deep, Light falls the stroke of the fisher's oar, As he leaves his cot by the shingly shore; While the young wife's gaze, half sad, half bright, Follows the frail bark's flashing flight.
Noon on the waters! O rustling breeze, Sweet stealer 'mid old forest trees, Wilt thou not thy sweet whisper keep Nigh him who journeys the shadeless deep? The wanderer dreams of the shadowy dell, And the green-turfed, fairy-haunted well, While the shafts of the noon-king's merciless might Mingle day with sorrow, and death with light.
Night on the waters! murmuring hoarse, The vexed deep threatens the bold bark's course, The thunder-growl and the tempest moan Sound like spirits that watch for the dying groan. The storm-fiend sweeps o'er the starless waste, And the unchained blasts to the gathering haste; Man alone, unshaken, his course retains, While the elements combat and chaos reigns.
# Old Melbourne Memories/Sunset in the South

SUNSET IN THE SOUTH
It is Autumn, it is sunset, magic shower of tint and hue; All the west is hung with banners, white with golden, crimson, blue; Drooping folds! far floating, mingling, falling on the river's face; Upturned, placid, silver-mirrored, gazing into endless space.
Faint the breath of eve, low-sighing for bright summer's fading charms; Woodland cries are echoing, chiming with the sounds from distant farms; And the stubble fires are gleaming red athwart the wood's deep shade, While the marsh mist, slowly rising, shrouds the greenery of the glade.
Redly still the day is dying, as if o'er the desert waste, And we pictured camels, Arabs, and the solemn outline traced Of a pillared lonely Fane, clear against the crimson rim, Voiceless, but of empire telling, and the lore of ages dim.
Low the deep voice of the ocean, whispering to the silent strand; Gleam the stars, in silver ripples; stretches broad the milk-white sand; And a long, low bark is lying underneath the island shore Weird and dream-like, darksome, soundless, spell-struck now, and evermore.
Deeper, darker fall the shadows, and the charmed colours wane, Fading, as the fay-gold changes into earth and dross again, Wildfowl stream in swaying files landward to the marshy plain; Louder sound the forest voices and the deep tones of the main.
# Old Melbourne Memories/The Death of Welford

THE DEATH OF WELFORD
Out by the far west-waters, On the sea-land of the South, Untombed the bones of a white man lay, Slowly crumbling to kindred clay— Sad prayer from Death's mute mouth!
Alone, far from his people, The sun of his life went down. A cry for help? No time—not a prayer: As red blood splashed thro' riven hair, His soul rose to Heaven's throne.
Ah! well for those felon hands Which the strong man foully slew, The cry from the Cross when our Saviour died "Father, forgive"—as they pierced His side— " For they know not what they do."
They have souls, say the teachers Hereafter, the same as we: If so, it is hid from human grace By blood-writ crimes of savage race So deep, that we cannot see.
Fear than love is far stronger: The cruel have seldom to rue: The neck is bowed 'neath the heavy heel, Love's covenant with Death they seal; "For they know not what they do."
This Dead, by the far sun-down, This man whom they idly slew, Was lover and friend to those who had slain With him all human love, like Cain; But "they know not what they do."
'Twixt laws Divine and human To judge, if we only knew, When the blood is hot, to part wrong from right, When to forgive and when to smite Foes who "know not what they do."
The wronger and wronged shall meet For judgment, to die, or live; And the heathen shall cry, in anguish fell, At sight of the Bottomless Pit of Hell— "We knew not, O Lord! Forgive."
# Old Melbourne Memories/Perdita

PERDITA
She is beautiful yet, with her wondrous hair And eyes that are stormy with fitful light, The delicate hues of brow and cheek Are unmarred all, rose-clear and bright; That matchless frame yet holds at bay The crouching bloodhounds, Remorse, Decay.
There is no fear in her great dark eyes — No hope, no love, no care, Stately and proud she looks around With a fierce, defiant stare; Wild words deform her reckless speech, Her laugh has a sadness tears never reach.
Whom should she fear on earth? Can fate One direr torment lend To her few little years of glitter and gloom With the sad old story to end, When the spectres of Loneliness, Want, and Pain Shall arise one night with Death in their train?.....
I see in a vision a woman like her Trip down an orchard slope, With rosy prattlers that shout a name In tones of rapture and hope; While the yeoman, gazing at children and wife, Thanks God for the pride and joy of his life. .....Whose conscience is heavy with this dark guilt? Who pays at the final day For a wasted body, a murdered soul, And how shall he answer, I say, For her outlawed years, her early doom, And despair—despair—beyond the tomb?
# Notable South Australians/John Martin

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John Martin
IS a native of Surrey, England, where he was born in 1799. Came to South Australia by the ship "Anna Robinson," in September, 1839. Landed at the Old Port and took up his residence in Gilles-street, as landlord of the "Berresford Arms" Inn. Leaving this after seven years, he went to Sturt-street, and carried on the business of a general grocer for thirty-six years, and in 1882 retired into private life. Mr. Martin is now 86 years of age and resides in Norwood.
# Notable South Australians/John Sheridan, M.D.

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John Sheridan, M.D.,
FORMERLY editor of the London Morning Advertiser arrived in the colony in December 1849. His name, with those of Messrs. O. K. Richardson, M. Moorhouse, and others, appears on the provisional committee for the establishment of the North Adelaide Mechanics' Institute in 1851, which afterwards developed into the S. A. Institute in 1855. His pen was for some time employed on the various topics of the day, until at last succumbing to long failing health he passed away in April 1858. By the testimony of his contemporaries he was "a man of a high order of ability and character."
# Notable South Australians/John Stevens

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John Stevens,
A PIONEER South Australian colonist, who in 1838 started in business with Mr. S. L. Phillips at the original port The firm was shortly after increased by the accession to it of Mr. J. W. De Horne, and was known as "The South Australian Shipping Company." Having been brought up to the milling trade in England, Mr. Stevens soon added to the business of the firm that of a small windmill in Adelaide, and in 1842 started a steam mill at Noarlunga. The flour bearing his brand was in great request here and elsewhere. The company eventually separated, and the partnership was dissolved. Mr. Stephens was a good type of the old colonist, and much respected for his honour and integrity. He died at Port Adelaide, May 9, 1871, aged fifty-four.
# Notable South Australians/John Thomson Hall

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​ ​the grandest operas that have been represented in Australia, viz.—"William Tell," "Emani," and others. About the year 1869 he arrived in Adelaide, and obtained the directorship of the Theatre Royal, and in this he remained until his death, which occurred in December 1883. We have had many musical celebrities here, but the familiar and sweet tones of John Hall's violin gained for him with the public of that day the right to rank as first of all his contemporaries.
# Notable South Australians/John Varley, S.M.

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John Varley, S.M.,
IS a native of Tattershall, a market town in the county of Lincoln, where he was born in October 1830. His father, a near relative of John Varley, the well-known artist in water-color painting,—for many years carried on an extensive business as a brewer, maltster, and corn and coal merchant. Mr. Varley, was educated at Lincoln, by the late George Boole, LL.D., who in 1850 was appointed Professor of Mathematics at Queen's College, Cork. He evinced great proficiency in various branches of learning, but more especially excelled in navigation and nautical astronomy. On attaining his 15th year he went to sea, and made rapid progress, but in 1854 he was compelled to relinquish the profession he had chosen, in consequence of a prolonged attack of intermittent fever and ague, contracted in Batavia, and quitted a sphere in which he might have achieved success, to seek in this new land of ours scope for his endeavours in another direction. In February, 1855, he entered the Public Service of this colony, and remained in Adelaide until April, 1868, when he was appointed Stipendiary Magistrate at Kapunda, and Returning Officer for the Electoral District of Light. In March 1883, he was also appointed Returning Officer for the Legislative Council, North Eastern District. Mr. Varley married, in 1854, the youngest daughter of the late Hon. Henry Mildred, M.L.C. His two sons, Messrs. H. W. and C. G. Varley, hold high positions in the legal profession in Adelaide, and are practitioners of the Supreme Court of South Australia.
# Notable South Australians/John Wellesley Flood, B.A., M.B., L.R.C.S.I.

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John Wellesley Flood, B.A., M.B., L.R.C.S.I.,
WAS a native of Dublin, and educated at Potosa and "Stockpool Schools. It was his desire to join the Royal Horse Artillery, but owing to a slight defect in his hearing, he was disqualified, and subsequently entered the Dublin University, where he became a distinguished scholar. In the School of Physic, Trinity College, he successfully competed for the medical scholarship and other prizes during his under graduate career, and obtained with much credit his surgical degree at the University. Qualifications of so high a character entitled him to hold no ordinary position in the ranks of his profession, but on account of his health not being robust, he was induced to leave, and as Surgeon of the "Eaton Hall" emigrant ship, he arrived at Port Adelaide in 1878. Feeling that in the country his professional duties would be less laborious than in Adelaide, he purchased the practice of (the late) Dr. Bailey, of Yorketown, where he resided till within a few weeks of his death, which occurred on February 15, 1884, at the early age of thirty-two years. He was greatly esteemed by all who had the pleasure of his acquaintance. He was a descendant of Henry Flood, the orator, (contemporary of Henry Grattan) and Member of the Irish House of Commons. His uncle, George Moyers, J.P., LL.D., was the last conservative Lord Mayor of Dublin.