into this citadel of idolatry to strengthen the faith of believers and the confidence of martyrs, beautiful angel of the Lord, invisible child, first breath of God, fly thou before me, and cleanse, by the beating of thy wings, the corrupted air I am about to breathe amongst the princes of darkness of this world!"
Having thus spoken, he resumed his journey. He entered the city by the Gate of the Sun. This gate was a handsome structure of stone. In the shadow of its arch, crowded some poor wretches, who offered lemons and figs for sale, or, with many groans and lamentations, begged for an obolus.
An old woman in rags, who was kneeling there, seized the monk's cassock, kissed it, and said —
"Man of the Lord, bless me, that God may bless me. I have suffered many things in this world that I may have joys in the world to come. You come from God, O holy man, and that is why the dust of your feet is more precious than gold."
"The Lord be praised!" said Paphnutius, and with his half-closed hand he made the sign of redemption on the old woman's head.
But hardly had he gone twenty paces down the street, than a band of children began to jeer at him, and throw stones, crying —
"Oh! the wicked monk! He is blacker than an ape, and more bearded than a goat! He is a skulker! Why not hang him in an orchard, like a wooden
