IDIOMELA ON FRIDAY OF TYROPHAGUS, THAT IS, OF QUINQUAGESIMA. At this period of the year the weeks are named, not from the Sundays that precede, but from those that follow, them. Quinquagesima is termed Tyrophagus, because up to that time, but not beyond, cheese is allowed. The Friday previous is appropriated to the Commemoration of All Holy Ascetes; in order, as the Synaxarion says, that, by the remembrance of their conflict, we may be invigorated for the race that is set before us. Δεῦτε ἅπαντες πιστόι. Hither, and with one accord, Of their glory, how they rise, These the trees our GOD hath plac'd, Filled with GOD, and ever blest, Egypt, hail, thou faithful strand! Perfect men to GOD upreared, Holy Fathers, bright and blest, By what skill of mortal tongue All your struggles towards the goal; And with Satan girt for fight Utterly o'erthrew his might. Fam'd for signs and wonders rare, Join to ours, great Saints, your prayer Ask that we, ye ever blest, May attain the Land of Rest! STICHERA AT THE FIRST VESPERS OF CHEESE SUNDAY. (Quinquagesima.) ADAM'S COMPLAINT. The reader can hardly fail to be struck with the beautiful idea in the third stanza, where the foliage of Paradise is asked to make intercession for Adam's recall. The last stanza, Milton, as an universal scholar, doubtless had in his eye, in Eve's lamentation. "The LORD my Maker, forming me of clay, By His own Breath the breath of life convey'd: O'er all the bright new world He gave me sway, A little lower than the Angels made. But Satan, using for his guile The crafty serpent's cruel wile, Deceiv'd me by the Tree; And severed me from GOD and grace, And wrought me death, and all my race, As long as time shall be. O Lover of the sons of men! Forgive, and call me back again! "In that same hour I lost the glorious stole Of innocence, that GOD's own Hands had made; And now the tempter poisoning all my soul, But Thou, That shalt hereafter come, O turn on me those gracious eyes, "O glorious Paradise! O lovely clime! faint, One prayer to Him Who made them all, That He, Who formed thy gates of yore, |