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"O man Of God!" she cried, for grief had made her bold, "Mock me not so; I ask not prayers, but gold; Words cannot serve me, alms alone suffice; Even while I plead, perchance my first-born dies!" "Woman!" Tritemius answered, "from our door None go unfed; hence are we always poor. A single soldo is our only store. Thou hast our prayers; what can we give thee more?"
"Fooled thou must be, though wisest of the wise; Then be the fool of virtue, not of vice." Tritemius of Herbipolis one day, While kneeling at the altar's foot to pray, Alone with God, as was his pious choice, Heard from beneath a miserable voice, A sound that seemed of all sad things to tell, As of a lost soul crying out of hell.
She cried: "For the dear love of Him who gave His life for ours, my child from bondage save, My beautiful, brave first-born, chained with slaves In the Moor's galley, where the sun-smit waves Lap the white walls of Tunis!" "What I can I give," Tritemius said, "my prayers."
He took his place among the contributors to the new magazine not as a controversialist but as a man of letters, with such poems as "Tritemius," and "Skipper Ireson's Ride." Characteristic productions of this period are "My Psalm," "Cobbler Keezar's Vision," "Andrew Rykman's Prayer," "The Eternal Goodness" poems grave, sweet, and tender.
Nevertheless he passes for being the only man in France who has preserved the secrets of Cornelius Agrippa, Cremona, Ruggieri, Gauric, Sinibald the Swordsman, and Tritemius." While discoursing they had climbed the stair and arrived at the bell-ringer's door. The astrologer was already there and the table was set. All grimaced a bit as they tasted the black and active liqueur which Durtal poured.
"Give me," she said, "the silver candlesticks On either side of the great crucifix; God well may spare them on His errands sped, Or He can give you golden ones instead." Then said Tritemius, "Even as thy word, Woman, so be it; and our gracious Lord, Who loveth mercy more than sacrifice, Pardon me if a human soul I prize Above the gifts upon His altar piled!
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