“Anything is good enough for me,” he said, “if 'twill but burn.” So at night the cave glowed afar off like a blacksmith's forge, through the window and the gaping chinks of the rude stone door, and the rustics beholding crossed themselves and suspected deviltries, and within the holy talismans, one after another, came upon the walls, and the sparks and the chips flew day and night, night and day, as the soldier of Solitude and of the Church plied, with sighs and groans, his bloodless weapon, between working and fighting.
Kyrie Eleison.
Christe Eleison.
{ton Satanan suntripson upo tous pothas ymwn}(1)
Sursum Corda.(2)
Deus Refugium nostrum et virtus.(3)
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi miserere mihi.(4)
Sancta Trinitas unus Deus, miserere nobis.(5)
Ab infestationibus Daemonum, a ventura ira, a damnatione perpetua. Libera nos Domine.(6)
Deus, qui miro ordine Angelorum ministeria, etc, (the whole collect).(7)