This is the story of Paul and Antony, as told by Jerome. But, in justice to Antony himself, it must be said that the sayings recorded of him seem to show that he was not the mere visionary ascetic which his biographers have made him. Some twenty sermons are attributed to him, seven of which only are considered to be genuine. A rule for monks, too, is called his: but, as it is almost certain that he could neither read nor write, we have no proof that any of these documents convey his actual language. If the seven sermons attributed to him be really his, it must be said for them that they are full of sound doctrine and vital religion, and worthy, as wholes, to be preached in any English church, if we only substitute for the word “monk,” the word “man.”
But there are records of Antony which represent him as a far more genial and human personage; full of a knowledge of human nature, and of a tenderness and sympathy, which account for his undoubted power over the minds of men; and showing, too, at times, a certain covert and “pawky” humour which puts us in mind, as does the humour of many of the Egyptian hermits, of the old-fashioned Scotch. These reminiscences are contained in the “Words of the Elders,” a series of anecdotes of the desert fathers collected by various hands; which are, after all, the most interesting and probably the most trustworthy accounts of them and their ways. I shall have occasion to quote them later. I insert here some among them which relate to Antony.
SAYINGS OF ANTONY, FROM THE “WORDS OF THE ELDERS.”
A monk gave away his wealth to the poor, but kept back some for himself. Antony said to him, “Go to the village and buy meat, and bring it to me on thy bare back.” He did so: and the dogs and birds attacked him, and tore him as well as the meat. Quoth Antony, “So are those who renounce the world, and yet must needs have money, torn by dæmons.”
Antony heard high praise of a certain brother; but, when he tested him, he found that he was impatient under injury. Quoth Antony, “Thou art like a house which has a gay porch, but is broken into by thieves through the back door.”
Antony, as he sat in the desert, was weary in heart, and said, “Lord, I long to be saved, but my wandering thoughts will not let me. Show me what I shall do.” And looking up, he saw one like himself twisting ropes, and rising up to pray. And the angel (for it was one) said to him, “Work like me, Antony, and you shall be saved.”
One asked him how he could please God. Quoth Antony, “Have God always before thine eyes; whatever work thou doest, take example for it out of Holy Scripture: wherever thou stoppest, do not move thence in a hurry, but abide there in patience. If thou keepest these three things, thou shalt be saved.”
Quoth Antony, “If the baker did not cover the mill-horse’s eyes he would eat the corn, and take his own wages. So God covers our eyes, by leaving us to sordid thoughts, lest we should think of our own good works, and be puffed up in spirit.”
Quoth Antony, “I saw all the snares of the enemy spread over the whole earth. And I sighed, and said, ‘Who can pass through these?’ And a voice came to me, saying, ‘Humility alone can pass through, Antony, where the proud can in no wise go.’”
Antony was sitting in his cell, and a voice said to him, “Thou hast not yet come to the stature of a currier, who lives in Alexandria.” Then he took his staff, and went down to Alexandria; and the currier, when he found him, was astonished at seeing so great a man. Said Antony, “Tell me thy works; for on thy account have I come out of the desert.” And he answered, “I know not that I ever did any good; and, therefore, when I rise in the morning, I say that this whole city, from the greatest to the least, will enter into the kingdom of God for their righteousness: while I, for my sins, shall go to eternal pain. And this I say over again, from the bottom of my heart, when I lie down at night.” When Antony heard that, he said, “Like a good goldsmith, thou hast gained the kingdom of God sitting still in thy house; while I, as one without discretion, have been haunting the desert all my time, and yet not arrived at the measure of thy saying.”