Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 3, 2025
One day they were talking together about the majesty of God and His love, for although Tuan had now received much instruction on this subject he yet needed more, and he laid as close a siege on Finnian as Finnian had before that laid on him. But man works outwardly and inwardly.
He had beaten the disease of Mugain; he had beaten his own pupil the great Colm Cille; he beat Tuan also, and just as the latter's door had opened to the persistent stranger, so his heart opened, and Finnian marched there to do the will of God, and his own will.
He is mixed up in quarrels between rival tribes. He is concerned, according to antiquaries, in three great battles, one of which sprang, according to some, from Columba's own misdeeds. He copies by stealth the Psalter of St. Finnian. St. Finnian demands the copy, saying it was his as much as the original.
"The brother of Partholon," the saint gasped. "That is my pedigree," Tuan said. "But," Finnian objected in bewilderment, "Partholon came to Ireland not long after the Flood." "I came with him," said Tuan mildly. The saint pushed his chair back hastily, and sat staring at his host, and as he stared the blood grew chill in his veins, and his hair crept along his scalp and stood on end.
"What must I tell?" asked Tuan resignedly. "Tell me of the beginning of time in Ireland, and of the bearing of Partholon, the son of Noah's son." "I have almost forgotten him," said Tuan. "A greatly bearded, greatly shouldered man he was. A man of sweet deeds and sweet ways." "Continue, my love," said Finnian. "He came to Ireland in a ship. Twenty-four men and twenty-four women came with him.
"No, no," he said, "the past has nothing more of interest for me, and I do not wish anything to come between my soul and its instruction; continue to teach me, dear friend and saintly father." "I will do that," Finnian replied, "but I must first meditate deeply on you, and must know you well. Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it."
"Tell on, my beloved," said Finnian, "you shall rest in God, dear heart." "At the end of that time," said Tuan, "Nemed the son of Agnoman came to Ireland with a fleet of thirty-four barques, and in each barque there were thirty couples of people." "I have heard it," said Finnian.
I am by blood a Leinsterman," he continued. "Mine is a long pedigree," Tuan murmured. Finnian received that information with respect and interest. "I also," he said, "have an honourable record." His host continued: "I am indeed Tuan, the son of Starn, the son of Sera, who was brother to Partholon."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking