Clement Brentano - Sister Emmerich's Influence on His Spiritual Life.
克莱门特．布伦塔诺 — 艾曼丽修女对他信仰生活的影响
Dr. Wesener's journal contains a very significant conversation between Sister Emmerich and himself, Sept. 26, 1815. He had found her in a most deplorable condition from the effects of Gertrude's careless ministrations. He tried to console her by saying that God made use of her sister to purify her and that he felt certain Gertrude, with all her faults, would not be lost. Then followed a long conversation during which she expressed herself in these terms : —
“To serve the neighbor, I have always thought a virtue particularly pleasing to God. When a child, I used to beg for strength to be of use to others, and I now know that my prayer was heard. But I have yet another task to accomplish before my death. I must reveal many things before I die ! I know that I have to do it, I feel it, but I cannot through the fear of drawing praise upon myself. I feel, too, that this very fear is in itself a fault. I ought to say what I have to say in all simplicity, because it is the will of God and for the sake of truth. But I have not yet looked at it in the right light, and I must lie here until I have learned to overcome myself entirely.”
The doctor suggested that the prolongation of her incomprehensible life could only be for the increase of her own personal merit ; otherwise it would be a true purgatory for her. She replied : “God grant it ! Yet it is certain that not for myself do I lie here and suffer. I know why I suffer ! Publish nothing about me before my death. What I have, I have not for myself, I am only an instrument in the hand of God. Just as I can put my little crucifix here or there by my own will, so must I abandon myself to everything that God does or wills in my regard, and I do it with joy. I know, indeed, why I lie here, I know it well, and last night I was again informed of it. I have always asked of God, as a particular grace, to suffer and, if possible, satisfy for the erring; but as this city once received me, a poor peasant-girl whom other convents rejected, I have offered myself up especially for Diilmen, and I have the consolation of knowing that God has heard my prayer. I have already averted a threatening danger, and I hope still to be useful to it."
Three years passed, and no one with sufficient zeal or leisure presented himself to take down Sister Emmerich's contemplations. That task was reserved for Clement Brentano, whom an apparently fortuitous circumstance led to Diilmen. Professor Sailer, of Landshut, with whom Brentano corresponded, informed him of his intention of going during the autumn vacations of 1818 to Miinster and Sondermuhlen, the residence of Count von Stolberg ; he invited him to come from Berlin to Westphalia and accompany him. The Professor's other companion was Christian Brentano. He had seen Sister Emmerich the year before and had interested his brother in her singular case. Clement, therefore, embraced this opportunity of making a short visit to Diilmen. The little city could have few attractions for a man like him, and nothing was further from his thoughts than the idea of a prolonged stay. Sondermuhlen had been named as the rendezvous; but Clement having arrived before either the Professor or his brother, resolved to proceed to Miinster, see Dean Overberg, and go on to Diilmen by himself.
三年过去了，没有人有足够的热情或闲暇来记录艾曼丽修女的默观生活。这项任务留给了克莱门特．布伦塔诺，一个看似是偶然的情况引导他来到了杜尔门。与布伦塔诺通信的兰德舒特的赛勒教授告诉布伦塔诺，他打算在 1818 年的秋假期间前往明斯特和桑德穆伦的冯．斯托尔贝格伯爵的住所；并邀请布伦塔诺从柏林前往威斯特伐利亚与他同行。教授的另一位同伴是克里斯蒂安-布伦塔诺。他在前一年见过艾曼丽修女，并曾让他的哥哥克莱门特-布伦塔诺，对艾曼丽的奇特案例产生了兴趣。因此，克莱门特抓住了这次机会，对杜尔门进行了短暂的访问。对于像克莱门特这样的人来说，这座小城几乎没有什么吸引他的地方，他更没有长期逗留的想法。他们约定在桑德穆伦为会面地点；但克莱门特比教授和他的弟弟先到了，他决定前往明斯特，见奥弗伯格总铎，然后独自前往杜尔门。
He records in his journal : " Thursday, Sept. 24, 1818, I arrived in Diilmen, about ten o'clock, a. m , and Dr. Wesener announced my approaching visit to the invalid. We had to pass through a barn and some old store-rooms before reaching the stone steps leading to her room. Her sister answered our knock at the door, and we entered the little kitchen back of which is her small apartment. She saluted me graciously, remarking that she would recognize me from my resemblance to my brother. Her countenance wears the imprint of purity and innocence. It charmed me, as did also the vivacity of her manner in which I could detect no trace of effort or excitement. She does not sermonize, there is none of that mawkish sweetness about her which is so disgusting. She speaks simply and to the point, but her words are full of depth, charity, and life. She put me at my ease at once. I understood everything, I felt everything."
布伦塔诺在日记中写道：「1818 年 9 月 24 日，星期四，我在上午 10 点左右到达杜尔门，韦塞纳医生通知我即将探望病人。我们得穿过一个谷仓和几间旧储藏室，才能到达通往艾曼丽房间的石阶。她的妹妹来开门，我们走进小厨房，厨房后面是她的小房间。她和蔼地向我行了个礼，说她可以认出我，因为我和我弟弟很像。她的面容流露出纯洁和天真。这让我着迷，她的活泼举止也让我着迷，我从她的举止中看不出她有任何努力或特别兴奋的痕迹。她不说教，没有那种令人作呕的甜言蜜语。她说话简单明了，直奔主题，但她的话充满了深度、仁爱、和生命。她让我立刻感到轻松。我明白了一切，感受到了一切。」
The secret of Clement Brentano's gracious reception lay in this — Sister Emmerich now beheld before her the one so long desired, the promised amanuensis who was to note down the communications she had been commanded to make. But what the rough forest tree is to the master-piece of art for which it is destined, was Clement Brentano to the task in store for him. How will she retain by her side one whose tastes and inclinations tend to a far different sphere? How will she engage this restless spirit, obedient only to impulse and caprice? this soul whose long and dangerous wanderings have only within a few months led him into the road of salvation ?
— At the end of a few weeks, she avowed to him her own surprise at the turn affairs had taken : "I am amazed at myself," she exclaimed, “speaking to you with so much confidence, communicating so much that I cannot disclose to others. From the first glance, you were no stranger to me ; indeed, I knew you before seeing you. In visions of my future, I often saw a man of very dark complexion sitting by me writing, and when you first entered the room I said to myself, ‘Ah! there he is!’”
Clement Brentano's first idea was to weave her marvellous life into a narrative more poetical than historical. “I shall try," he wrote in his journal, “to note down what I learn from the invalid. I hope to become her biographer." In his poetical enthusiasm, he celebrates her praises in his journal and letters to his friends during the first weeks of his sojourn at Diilmen. “She is a flower of the field, a bird of the forest whose inspired songs are wonderfully significant, yes, even prophetic ! " — Again, she is his “wonderful, blessed, charming, lovely, unsophisticated, simple, sprightly friend, sick unto death, living without nourishment, altogether supernatural," etc.
And again, " A wise, pure, frank, chaste, tried, sensitive soul of good judgment, and yet perfectly naive, who reminds him, at every instant, in words, manners, and disposition of one most dear to him." Finally, he indulges the hope of improving her exterior situation; — “All might be rendered more endurable for her were there some faithful creature, pious and intelligent, to relieve her of domestic cares and who, seated by her bedside (the most delightful seat in the world !) might ward off everything that could give her anxiety. "
Sister Emmerich was kind and patient with Clement Brentano whose whole life and aspirations formed such a contrast to her own. Her confidence won his heart, and he resolved to await the impatiently desired, but long-delayed arrival of Prof. Sailer and his brother, Christian Brentano. Diilmen possessed few charms for him apart from its miraculous " wild flower." He gives his impressions of the little city in the following pleasing words : —
“This place may have attractions for simple souls. It is a little agricultural town without art, science, or literature; no poet's name is a household word here and, in the evenings, the cows are milked before their owner's doors. The people wear wooden shoes, and it is to be regretted that even the servers at Mass do the same. If a respectable looking person passes through the street, the children run in front of him, saluting with a kiss of their little hands. A beggar will promise for an alms bestowed to make the “Way of the Cross" with all his family that evening for his benefactor; indeed, on the vigils of feasts, this road, with its pictures of Jesus bearing His Cross, is never without whole families thus united in prayer.
The feminine employments of the gentler sex are carried on in the fields and gardens, preparing the flax, spinning the thread, bleaching the linen, etc. ; even the daughters of well-to-do citizens are dressed no better than servants. Not a romance is here to be found and, to a certain extent, fashion exists not ; clothes are worn, regardless of style, until no longer fit for use. The mail passes through the place, for it can boast of a post-office. The Duke von Croy resides here for six months in the year with a numerous household at least thirty persons. And yet, we hear of the wonderful progress of Diilmen in the last ten years and its consequent luxury and corruption ! "
女性的工作是在田野和花园里进行的，准备亚麻，纺线，漂白亚麻布，等等; 即使是富裕市民的女儿，穿得也不比仆人更好。在这里找不到浪漫，在某种程度上，时尚也不存在; 人们衣着不讲究款式，直穿到不再适合使用为止。邮件要经过这个地方，人们可以因有了邮局而夸耀。冯-克罗伊公爵一年中有六个月住在这里，他的家里人口众多，至少有三十人。 然而，我们听到的却是杜尔门在过去十年中取得了巨大的进步，以及随之而来的奢侈和腐败！」
Sister Emmerich's patience and kindness, the permission accorded by her confessor to visit her several times daily, the interest she manifested in the recital of his past life — all concurred to reconcile Brentano to the privations imposed by his stay in Diilmen. Accustomed to act on first impulses, he was unable to resist the interest shown in his spiritual welfare. But whilst his only thought was, in his own poetical words, to lend an ear to the “prophetic strains of the wild forest bird,” Sister Emmerich labored most earnestly for his soul. She hid her own sufferings and sacrifices under the veil of gentle sweetness and forbearance lest they should intimidate this novice in the spiritual life.
All her desires in his behalf tended to one end — to reconcile him perfectly with God, to renew his interior life by filial submission to the Church. She felt that her visions would be realized in his regard, only when his lofty intellect should bend to the yoke of Jesus Christ, when religion should mould and vivify his every thought and action. Her words fell like good seed on the soil of his heart. They germinated unknown to himself. They began to produce their fruit even whilst he indulged no higher hope than that of gleaning fresh matter for his poems. The very novelty of his position proved an attraction to his highly-gifted soul. It was something new and strange, and it wove its magic spell around his heart disgusted by indulgence in worldly pleasures and pursuits.
Brentano, or the “Pilgrim" (1), as we shall often style him, seemed led to Diilmen by a chain of merely fortuitous circumstances. But Sister Emmerich saw therein the direction of Divine Providence, and it was not long before he was himself convinced that the unforeseen prolongation of his stay might exercise a most salutary influence over his life. It is always difficult for a man to comprehend the call of God, to run counter to his inclinations, and to free himself from old habits, in order to respond to it ; but for Clement Brentano, with his rich nature, his past life teeming with stirring events, there were many things which, judging from a human point of view, seemed to render him in spite of his rare gifts less proper than another for carrying out the designs of God. He had just completed his fortieth year on his arrival in Dulmen.
注腳： (1) 艾曼丽修女过去常常用这个称号“朝圣者”来称呼克莱门特．布伦塔诺。
But a very short time had elapsed since his reconciliation with Almighty God, his whole life having been spent far away from the Church of whose teachings he knew but little. A short time before his acquaintance with the invalid, he had written to one of his friends : “The forms of Catholic worship are to me as unintelligible, as repulsive as those of the synagogue. I feel that I am not happy ; but I feel, too, that if I seek peace in Catholicism, I shall find myself in such perplexity and embarrassment as to render my position worse than before. When I turn to the Catholic Church, I meet at every step a thousand things to disconcert me." — He was, on the contrary, so attracted by the pietism of a Protestant minister of Berlin that he said :
" The excellent Mr. H. 's church has, for the first time in my life, impressed me with the idea of a community. Nothing repulses, all attracts. Although the Catholic Church no longer has charms for me, yet through a certain reluctance to separate from her, I do not go to Mr. H.'s." This reluctance for which he could not account, prevented his taking the final step ; but the following fearful words show how broad was the abyss which existed between him and the fold of Christ : “The magical infusion of the spirit of God by the imposition of hands, has for me no more reality than the possibility of imposing poetical genius by the crowning of the poet-laureate. "
— and again : " What an abyss between the Lord's Supper and the Host in our ostensorium ! “ (1) In these dispositions he set out on his quest for truth. He plunged into the writings of Jacob Bohme and Saint-Martin ; he expressed his enthusiasm over the pseudo-mystic sect of Boos and Gossner, in which he thought he saw " a faithful picture of apostolic times and a manifestation very formidable to the See of Rome." and, whilst thus drifting away from the true source, he uttered the following unjust and bitter words against the Church :
(1) See Brentano's Correspondence, Vol. I., page 180, etc
(1) 见布伦塔诺的信函，卷I 第 180 页等
— “Among whom is the teaching of Jesus best seen? among the Papists, the Protestants, the Reformers, the Greeks, the Mennonites, the Moravians'? Where?— Let each judge as best he can. If they tell me the Catholics are right, I answer : Why, then, must the Bible be taken from them that they may remain Catholic? He that is right is Jesus ! He alone is the Mediator, between Him and men there is no other. The only knowledge we can have of Him comes from His own teachings, from nature, and from man's own heart in relations the most intimate with Him It is my duty to shun whatever could disquiet me or remove me from Him. When an authoritative voice calls out to me : ‘Here, here, this is the right way ! You must do so and so, the true Church commands it!’ — I get perplexed, I undergo a species of torment !"
— It is true that Brentano had, indeed, approached the Sacraments; but, at the time of his arrival in Diilmen, his ideas of faith were still very shadowy, and it was only when under the influence of Sister Emmerich's blessed presence that his soul found peace. In his wanderings he had involuntarily uttered a cry for deliverance: “I need a guide, one to introduce me into a region in which I may breathe a divine atmosphere of piety and innocence ; one to lead me like a blind man, for I cannot trust myself!” — Now, truly, did he experience the irresistible power of such an atmosphere. He saw the sufferings imposed upon this innocent victim, he saw the humble simplicity of her life in God ; in her he beheld the magnificence of the Church, the power and truth of the Catholic faith.
Not her visions, not the communications she made to him, not the supernatural attraction he himself experienced, made the deepest impression upon him ; but her holiness, her faith whose principles regulated her every action, produced in him an emotion which found utterance in the following words :— -" An entirely new world has here opened out before me ! How thoroughly Christian is the sufferer ! Now for the first time have I an idea of what the Church really is !" — The eighth day after his arrival he wrote in his journal : —
“I have left the post-house at which I first put up ; and taken two small rooms in the same house with the invalid. Her apartment is in the rear. It is a tavern and a bakery belonging to her confessor's brother. I have made this arrangement to be able to observe her more closely, and I shall remain here at least two weeks.
" I shall soon be familiar with her exterior life, since it does not require much observation to understand the outer life of one so completely separated from the world. I shall note down my impressions without following any precise order, until I find some determinate point from which lean embrace all.
“The poor invalid's position is embarrassing, no careful female attendance. I see this with sorrow at every instant. Her sister is ignorant and awkward. The invalid has to help her in all the household arrangements, but she never complains, she bears all patiently. One day I found her lying helpless under a pile of damp linen which had been carelessly thrown on her bed. She could not stir under its weight. All this coarse, damp linen had to be examined with her wounded hands before being mangled, her fingers were blue and stiff with the cold. Half the day was often spent in such occupation. If in her life-like contemplations she made a gesture or spoke some word, her rude, ignorant sister treated her as a servant would a sick child in the delirium of fever, roughly bidding her be still.
"Her life, a perpetual martyrdom on account of her horrible bodily and mental sufferings, is besides worn out by indiscreet visitors ; but she is ever kind and gracious, seeing in it all the designs of God to try and humble her. She is most grateful to me for any little effort to relieve her and thanks warmly for it. She is carelessly and negligently attended by those around and even when they have a good will, they are awkward and unskilful ; for instance, in the wall by her bed is a crack which admits a strong current of air. No one thought of stopping it up, although it could easily have been done. I covered it with a piece of oil-cloth, for which she was very thankful.
"In spite of her pitiful situation, I always find her affable and cheerful. From her miserable bed she can- not cast a glance even upon the light of heaven or see the trees before her window in the garden below, she who grew up amid the rural scenes of the paternal cot, she whose relations with nature were so close and intimate !
"On Friday, Oct. 9th, I saw with fright and horror all her wounds. Her confessor wished me to see them that I might be able to testify to their truth. The mark of the lance in the right side produces a most affecting impression. I thought it about two and a half inches long. It reminded me of a pure and silent mouth whose lips are scarcely parted. Besides the double forked cross on her breastbone, there is a Latin one of an inch in breadth on her stomach, the discharge from which is not blood, but water, I saw today the wounds of the feet bleeding. It pierces one to the soul to see this poor body signed with so marvellous a seal, this body incapable of movement, saving the hands and feet, which can neither lie at full length nor sit up straight, which is surmounted by a head crowned with the pains of the thorny garland, whose countenance breathes benevolence and affection, and from whose pure lips escape only words of consolation and encouragement, words of fervent and humble prayer.
By the couch of this holy soul, taught not by men but by the Lord, His angel, and the saints from her early youth, I learn a thousand things which throw new light on the Church and the Communion of saints. What wonderful, what soul-stirring experiments are daily made upon her by her confessor ! What impresses me most is the power of the sacerdotal character over her. If she is in ecstasy and he presents to her the fingers that have received the holy unction, she raises her head and follows their every movement ; when they are withdrawn, she sinks down heavily upon her bed. Any priest whatever may exercise the same power over her. Whoever, like myself, has had an opportunity of witnessing this, must feel convinced that the Church alone has priests and that sacerdotal ordination is certainly something more than an empty ceremony. Once I heard her say with tears : ' The consecrated fingers of priests will be recognizable in purgatory ; yes, even in hell they will be known and they will burn with a particular fire. Every one will discover the priestly character and load the owner with scorn. '
“How great and touching is her obedience to the priestly command ! When it is time for her sister to arrange her bed, her confessor exclaims: ' Sister Emmerich, arise in obedience!’— she awakes with a start, and makes an effort to rise. I asked him to give the command in Latin and in a low tone. He was seated at a little distance saying his breviary. He arose, drew near the bed, and in a tone so low that the words were indistinguishable, said : ‘Tu debes obedire et surgere, veni!’ (1). Instantly she sprang up, though with difficulty, as if about to throw herself from the bed. Father Limberg asked in alarm : ‘What are you doing?' — to which she answered : Someone calls me!' — At the order : ' Lie down again !' — she sank down at once.
(1) " Arise in obedience, come!”
「艾曼丽对司铎命令的服从是多么伟大和感人！她的妹妹要整理床铺时，她的神师喊道：『艾曼丽修女，因服从起来吧！』她猛然惊醒，努力起身。我请神师用拉丁语低声下达命令。林堡神父正坐在稍远的地方念他的《日课经》。他站起身来，走到床边，用低得听不清的声音说：“Tu debes obedire eturgere，veni！”（1）。她立刻站了起来，尽管很费力，好像要从床上跳下去。林堡神父惊慌地问：『你在做什么？』她回答说：『有人叫我！』神父一声令下：『再躺下！』她一下子就躺下去了。
注腳：“Tu debes obedire eturgere，veni！”拉丁文“因服从起来，来！
“This sudden awaking at the priest's command always affects me deeply, and I pity the poor thing snatched without warning from her visions, from the world of light in which alone she truly lives, and cast into this dark, sad region in which everything shocks and wounds her. It fills me with such horror as I might feel on seeing a sick child, playing among the flowers, suddenly caught up on a pitch-fork and flung into a cold, dark dungeon. But suffering is her portion and, although it costs her a struggle, she thanks with a gracious smile for this very suffering.
Her obedience is not involuntary and, though there be an irresistible force at work, yet her docile soul is always ready, like a submissive child, to obey. I have heard her say at the moment of awaking : ' I must go ! Yes, I am coming !' — or : ' I can- not ! my feet are nailed ! Loosen my feet !' — referring to the invariable position of her feet which cross one over the other like those of the Crucified. On returning to consciousness it costs an effort to separate them. Then she rubs her eyes, becomes fully awake when sprinkled with holy water, makes the sign of the cross, and takes up her chaplet if perchance it had fallen from her hand during her ecstasy.
“She acknowledged to me once that this sudden returning to consciousness is most painful to her. It is as if in some unexpected way she had fallen among strangers who could neither understand her nor she them. When her friends attempt to relieve her at such moments, their assistance only adds to her pain.
" Again I requested the confessor to give his order in writing, and he dashed off the words: ‘Be obedient! rise !' — She was absorbed in ecstasy, on her head a double head-dress and a linen covering. The paper was laid upon it, she sighed and sat up on the instant. ‘What do you want？’ demanded Father Liraberg. ‘To get up ! Some one calls me,’ she answered. But when he took the writing from her head and bade her ‘Lie down ! ‘— she again became immovable. I kept the paper, and I am going to try its effect on her in Father Limberg's absence. “
The confessor having given permission for the trial the Pilgrim made it some days later, as he himself tells us : — “This evening as she lay in ecstasy, her confessor absent, I laid the written order upon her breast, and as usual she instantly awoke.
“To-day she swooned several times from pain. They gave her musk, which she invariably vomited, and then they rubbed her stomach with opium. Lying like a corpse she submitted to all. I was standing at some distance, distressed at her sufferings. At one time she inclined her head slightly to me. To all that her confessor said, she answered out of her deep swoon: ' Yes ! Yes!’ — In the midst of this deathlike state, she displayed the most touching obedience and resignation. The other day she said to me : ' I had very much to suffer last night ; but when I can suffer in peace, it is sweet ! Then it is sweet to think of God. One thought of God is more to me than the whole world. Remedies do me no good, I cannot endure them. Sometimes I am left to languish, and then again all sorts of things are tried on me; but this also must I bear ! ‘"
It was only by degrees that the Pilgrim understood the deep humility which seemed to have become a part of her nature. His journal says : “I expressed my desire of procuring an educated person possessed of simple piety and good judgment as a nurse for her. She began to cry like a child, saying that she herself had no education. I replied that she had misunderstood me, the qualifications I had mentioned were not wanting to her, and that it was for her own good I wished her to have such a companion. But she repeated the same words, until, at last, I grew a little impatient. I thought she misunderstood me. In a suppliant tone, she said : ‘I do not wish to offend you, I have not those qualifications ; but God is good to me!’”
As Brentano had tested the power of the priest's word, so now did he witness that of his blessing. He writes : "She said to me to-day : ' My bodily and spiritual sufferings and my frightful visions almost kill me. I am parched with thirst and I cannot move to get a drop of water. ‘ — At these words I presented her a drink, having first wet the rim of the glass with holy water, and she exclaimed : ' It is wine ! Wine from the garden of the Church!’
"Once as I was sitting in her room whilst she lay in contemplation, she began to moan. I approached her with a glass that was standing near and which usually held holy water. I was alarmed at her livid paleness and I asked if she would have a drink. She shook her head and answered in a weak voice : ' A little fresh water blessed by the hand of the priest. There are two priests near, they possess the divine power, but they forget me whilst I languish. God wills that I should live upon blessed water. Ah ! will they let me die?’ — I ran to the Abbe Lambert's room close by and there, indeed, was her confessor whom we all thought absent. He blessed some fresh water which she drank saying: ‘I feel better !' — Then he said jestingly : Come with me in obedience ! ‘’ — She tried like a dying person to rise, but sank back swooning as the command had not been given seriously. The scene moved me deeply, yet I dared not say a word for fear of giving offence ; but the tears sprang to my eyes at the sight of her uncomplaining endurance of such trials.
“At another time, I heard her utter the following words : ‘How sad that the priests of our day are so neglectful of their power ; we might even say ignorant of what the sacerdotal benediction is ! Many of them hardly believe in it. They blush at a blessing as if it were a superstitious and antiquated ceremony, whilst some never reflect upon the power given them by Jesus Christ. When they neglect to give me a blessing, I receive it sometimes from God Himself; but as Our Lord has instituted the priesthood and imparted to it the power to bless, I languish with desire for it. The whole Church is but one body. All must be deprived of what one member refuses to bestow. '"
The pilgrim had daily evidence of the above, and he was sorely tried whenever she called for blessed water in her confessor's absence. One day as she lay in a burning fever, her throat parched and dry, he went for a glass of fresh water which, with the best intention in the world, he blessed himself before entering the room. The invalid took it with a smile and the words : “Ah ! why are you not a priest ! " — And, to his amazement, she told him that she had seen him blessing it through the closed door. This made upon him a deep impression which was increased when he suddenly became aware that his inmost thoughts were read by her.
Once whilst conversing with her, the thought occurred to him that she would, perhaps, soon die; and he remembered having read that a certain Pope had one of the hands of a person favored with extraordinary graces cut off — just at this point, she smilingly interrupted the conversation with the words : “You are thinking of my death, and you want to cut off my hand ! " — We find the following remarks in his journal : “Truly, this obviates the trouble of thinking ! It is very easy to make one's self understood by a person who not only reads one's soul, but who even anticipates the undeveloped thought ! "
Soon there arose in the Pilgrim a desire to profit by the great grace conferred upon him of communicating with this privileged soul. He says : " I have seen her in prayer. Her wounded hands, the middle fingers of which ace always in pain, lay joined upon her breast and slightly curved inward. She seemed to smile, and her countenance wore the expression of one who both sees and speaks, although the lips and eyes were closed. The sight affected me. The blessed peace, the deep devotion of her childlike countenance awoke in me a keen sense of my own unworthiness, of my guilty life. In the silent solemnity of this spectacle, I stood as a beggar, and sighing I said in my heart: 'Thou pure soul, pray for me a poor, sinful child of earth who cannot help himself!'
“I feel that I must stay here, that I must not leave this admirable creature before her death. I feel that my mission is here, and that God has heard the prayer I made when I begged Him to give me something to do for His glory that would not be above my strength. I shall endeavor to gather and preserve the treasures of grace that I have here before my eyes."
This conviction becoming daily more profound, Brentano makes the following significant avowal : —The marvels that surround me, the childlike innocence, the peace, patience, and wonderful intuition of spiritual things I behold in this poor, illiterate peasant-girl, by whom a new world has been opened up to me, make me feel keenly the misery of my own life of sin and trouble, as well as the folly of the generality of mankind. I see in another light the value of perishable goods, and I shed tears of bitter repentance over my soul's lost beauty and innocence ! . ...
布伦塔诺的这一信念日渐深刻，他发表了如下重要的公开声明：我在这个贫穷的、不识字的农家女身上看到奇迹，她孩子般的天真，和平、耐心和对超性事物的奇妙直觉，她——艾曼丽修女为我打开了一个新世界，让我敏锐地感受到我自己的罪恶和糟糕的生活的痛苦，以及人类普遍性的愚蠢。我从另一个角度看到了易腐烂物品的价值，我为自己灵魂失去的美丽和纯真流下了痛悔的泪水！ . ...
"She went to confession to-day, fell into ecstasy as soon as it was over, and recited her penance with extended arms. I gazed in rapture on her holy expression. All that I have ever beheld in art or in life representative of piety, peace, and innocence, sinks into insignificance compared with her. On the approach of my next confession, I was seized with intense contrition and I commended myself to her prayers. She consoled me and sent me to the dear Mother of God. 'Ah !' she exclaimed, 'the dear Mother of God ! she knows us poor creatures well and she leads us to Jesus, her Child. what treasures of grace there are in the Church ! Be comforted ! We have in this treasure wherewith to be encouraged ."
「她今天办告解了，告解完后就陷入神魂超拔，张开双臂诵念她的补赎经。我全神贯注地注视着她圣洁的表情。与她相比，我在艺术和生活中看到的所有代表虔诚、和平和纯真的形象都显得微不足道。在我下一次告解临近时，我被强烈的痛悔所占据，我将自己托付给艾曼丽修女的祈祷。她安慰我，并把我送到亲爱的天主之母那里。「啊！」 她叫道：「亲爱的天主之母！她非常了解我们这些可怜的人，她带领我们走向她的圣子耶稣。教会里有多么宝贵的恩宠啊！放心吧！在这个宝藏中，我们可以得到鼓励和安慰了...... 」
.... I feel again that the Church is for her something that I, in my blindness, cannot yet comprehend; and I ponder over all that I have here received, upon all that I have learned for the first time. I compare with it my past disorderly life, and a new longing for conversion is aroused in my soul. In this frame of mind, I penned a letter to her, telling her of my sadness and begging her prayers for my conversion. She received it kindly. I did not see her read it, but she knew well all it contained and, perhaps, much more besides ...... ....
我再次感觉到，教会对她来说是我这个盲目的人还无法理解的东西；我思考着我在这里所领受的一切，思考着我第一次学到的一切。我将自己过去无序的生活与之进行比较，一种新的皈依的渴望在我的灵魂深处被唤起。在这种心态下，我给她写了一封信，告诉她我的悲伤，并恳求她为我的皈依祈祷。她欣然接受了这封信。我没有看到她读信，但她很清楚信中的内容，也许还知道更多 ...... ....
“The kindness and confidence shown me by this privileged creature encourage me, do me the greatest good, for she is so truly, so sincerely Christian. None ever knew as she the misery of my soul, the enormity of my sins. I myself know them not as they really are; but she knows them, she weighs and measures with a clear-sightedness unknown to me. She consoles and helps me .
"Now I understand the Church. I see that she is infinitely more than an assemblage of individuals animated by the same sentiments. Yes, she is the body of Jesus Christ who, as her Head, is essentially united to her, and who maintains with her intimate and constant relations. And now, too, do I see what an immense treasure of gifts and graces the Church has received from God who communicates Himself to men only in and by her."
These last remarks refer to a conversation held with the invalid in which she had unquestionably established the purity and truth of the Catholic faith. Ruled by false mysticism, which made him look upon the church “as a community of the children of God without distinction of outward profession, " Brentano had one day shortly after his arrival expressed himself in glowing terms “of brethren separated in body but united in soul, since all belong to the universal Church.” He was not a little surprised to receive the following grave and conclusive reply : “The Church is only one, the Roman Catholic ! And if there were left upon earth but one Catholic, he would be the one, universal Church, the Catholic Church, the Church of Jesus Christ against which the gates of hell shall never prevail."
— When he objected that all that believe in Jesus Christ are sons of God, she replied: “If Jesus Christ declares that the children of God should love and honor Him as their Father, they should also call the dear Mother of God their mother and love her as their mother. The Our Father is for him who does not understand this, who does not do it, simply a vain formula; he is far from being a child of God." — Then, returning to the subject of the Church, she continued: " The knowledge of the greatness and magnificence of this Church in which the Sacraments are preserved in all their virtue and inviolable sanctity is, unhappily, rare in these our days, even among the clergy.
It is because so many priests are ignorant of their own dignity that so many of the forget theirs and comprehend not the expression to belong to the Church! That no human power may ever destroy it, Almighty God has attached an indelible character to Holy Orders. Were there but a single priest on earth rightly ordained, Jesus Christ would live in His Church as God and Man in the Most Holy Sacrament of the altar; and whoever would receive this Sacrament, after being absolved by the priest, would alone be truly united to God.
“It is something grand but, at the same time, something impossible without true interior light, without purity and simplicity of heart, to live in accordance with the faith of this Holy Church ; to celebrate with her the divine worship and thereby participate in the infinite treasure of grace arid satisfaction she possesses in the merits of her Divine Head; and, through His merits, to share in the blood of her innumerable martyrs, in the penance and sufferings of her saints, in the prayers and good works of the devout faithful. This treasure she communicates without diminishing to all in union with her, to all her true children. It is from it that she draws wherewith to satisfy the justice of God, to liquidate for the living as well as for the souls in purgatory, the debts which they themselves could never cancel. Every hour has its own particular grace ; he who rejects it, languishes and perishes.
As there is an earthly year with its seasons, an earthly nature with its creatures, its fruits and its peculiar properties; so also does there exist an economy of a higher order for the restoration of our fallen race. It has innumerable graces and means of salvation all linked together in the course of the spiritual year which, too, has its different seasons. Each year, each day, each hour ripens these fruits for our eternal salvation. The children of the Catholic Church that piously celebrate the spiritual year with its feasts and ceremonies, that regulate their life according to its prescriptions, that recite the holy Canonical Hours, alone are faithful laborers in the vineyard, they alone will reap abundant benedictions. It is sad to behold
But a day will come on which, conscience-stricken, they will at last comprehend what the ecclesiastical year is, with its feasts and seasons and days consecrated to God, its public and private devotions, its Canonical Hours, its breviary recited by priests and religious. It is the Divine Saviour Himself who abides with us in this order of things, who gives Himself to us at all times as food and victim, that we may become one with Him. How strikingly do not His untiring mercy and solicitude for us shine forth in the thousands of Masses in which the propitiatory sacrifice, His bloody death upon the cross, is daily renewed in an unbloody manner and offered for us to the Heavenly Father !
This sacrifice of the cross is an eternal sacrifice, a sacrifice of infinite efficacy, unalterable and ever new. But men must profit by it in time which is finite and during which all things are taken into account. In accordance with the precept of the Son of God made man, this thrice holy Sacrifice shall be daily renewed until the account is filled up and the temporal existence of the world shall reach its term ; for it is Jesus Christ Himself who, by the hands of lawfully ordained priests (even were they otherwise unworthy) offers Himself to His Heavenly Father under the species of bread and wine for our reconciliation."
When Sister Emmerich held such conversations with the Pilgrim, she profited by the opportunity to exhort him to prayer, to the practice of penance, to Christian charity, to self-victory and renunciation, and all in so simple and natural a manner that her remarks penetrated his soul less as words of exhortation than of consolation, or as the necessary consequence of what she had previously said and which he had recognized to be true.
When unable to hold long conversations, she begged his prayers as a spiritual alms for herself or some intention recommended to her, or prescribed to him certain pious exercises, certain prayers, encouraging him to hope in God and thus unite himself more closely with the Church. She would use arguments like the following : — “We enjoy the goods left us by our parents and ancestors, but we forget what we owe them in return How they sigh for our gratitude ! How much they need our help ! They cry : ‘Suffer, pray, give alms for us ! Offer the Holy Mass for us ! ' "
When he asked what he could do for his deceased parents, she advised him, besides prayers and alms -giving, to impose upon himself for a certain time determinate practices of self-renunciation, patience, sweetness, and interior mortification.
' "The Pilgrim could not, indeed, resist the force of Sister Emmerich's words. But there was one opinion dear to his heart and of which he scarcely wished to be disabused : viz., the possibility of practising piety, of being very agreeable to Almighty God even without actual and exterior union with the Church. He alleged as a proof of this that, numbers of non-Catholics are better than some Catholics living in communion with the Church, whose sad state in many countries he painted so eloquently that Sister Emmerich dared not reply. She saw plainly that her arguments would have no effect upon him at the time. One day she herself turned the conversation on this point:
“My spiritual guide has reproached me severely for having listened with too much complaisance to your eulogy of pious heretics. He asked whether I had forgotten who I ana and to whom I belong. He says that I am a virgin of the Catholic Church, consecrated to God and bound by holy vows ; I ought to praise God in the Church and pray with sincere pity for heretics. I know better than others what the Church really is, and I ought on that account to praise the members of Jesus Christ in the Church, His Body ; as to those who are separated from this Body and who inflict cruel wounds upon It, I ought to commiserate them and pray for their conversion.
In praising the disobedient, one participates in their faults ; such praises are not charitable, since true zeal for the salvation of souls is cooled by them. It is well for me that I have been reproved on this head, for we must not be too indulgent when there is question of things so holy. I, indeed, behold many good people among heretics who inspire me with great compassion , but I see, also, that they are children whose origin dates back no further than their own times. They are drifting about without helm or pilot, and they are incessantly splitting up into parties one against the other. A movement toward piety which at times affects them, emanates from the Catholic stock to which they formerly belonged ; but it is soon counteracted by another in an opposite direction, a spirit of ignorance and indocility which urges them to rise in rebellion against their common Mother.
They are eager to practise piety, but not Catholicity. Although they pretend that ceremonies and lifeless forms are of no importance, and that Almighty God must be served in spirit and in truth, yet do they obstinately hold to their own forms which are in reality dead, to forms of their own invention, which are in consequence ever changing. These forms are not the result of internal development, a body animated by a soul ; they are mere skeletons. It is for this reason that they who practise them are infected with pride and cannot bend their necks to the yoke. How, in truth, could they possess humility of heart, they who are not taught from their infancy to humble themselves, who confess not their sins and their miseries, who are not accustomed, like the children of the Church, to accuse themselves in the Sacrament of Penance before the representative of God ?
Behold, then, why I see even in the best among such people only defects, presumption, obstinacy, and pride. The only heretics that are not in a positively dangerous position, are they who, wholly ignorant of the Church out of which there is no salvation, practise piety as far as they know how ; but as soon as God gives them the least doubt, they should regard it as a call from Heaven and seek to know the truth. Heretics become members of the Church by holy Baptism, if validly administered. They live only by the Church and have, in point of spiritual nourishment, only what falls to them from the Church ; but they do not sit at table with the children of the house, they are outside insulting and boasting, or dying of starvation. When in vision I behold baptized heretics returning to the Church, they appear to come in through the walls before the altar and the most Blessed Sacrament; whilst the non -baptized, Jews, Turks, and Pagans, are shown to me as entering by the door."
One day she expressed her thoughts by means of the following symbolical picture.
"I beheld two cities, the one on the right, the other on the left. A beautiful avenue of flowering trees led to the city on the left ; but the flowers fell to the ground one after another, no fruit was to be seen. My conductor said to me : ' Notice how much poorer this new city is than the old one on the right.' The city itself was full of windings and streets, but all within was dead. Then my conductor drew my attention to the old city on the right. In many parts it presented a more irregular and dilapidated appearance than the other ; but all around arose magnificent trees covered with fruit. In it there were no poor, save those who neglected to gather the fruit or take care of the trees, which were of great age and rose majestically to heaven. The trees on the left appeared neglected, their branches broken, and the fruit fallen ; but on the right, they were healthy, vigorous, and laden with fruit."、
The Pilgrim was still more disconcerted when he saw how uncompromisingly Sister Emmerich condemned the false mysticism of Boos and Gossner, their secret practices and their adherents. As she herself had once been looked upon as a clairvoyant by the supporters of mesmerism, so now in the early stage of his acquaintance with her, the Pilgrim was tempted to see in her an illustration of his pet mysticism ; but a closer study of her demeanor, her purity of faith, her respect for ecclesiastical authority soon led to a more just appreciation. One day he spoke warmly in praise of the sect. She replied : “Yes, I know Gossner. He is abominable to me ! he is a dangerous man ! The hard, obstinate Boos, too, is abhorrent to me ! It would take a great deal to save him." The Pilgrim then spoke of Marie Oberdorfer, one of the foremost in the circle of false mystics, as of a woman highly favored by Heaven, and lie
Sister Emmerich suddenly exclaimed: “Enlightened ! What is that?" and upon his explaining that it meant light for the understanding of the Holy Scriptures, she replied: "Such light as you speak of is of no account, but great is the grace of the true children of the Church ! They alone, by their sincere and obedient confession of the only true Catholic faith, by their living communion with the visible Church, are on the right road to the Heavenly Jerusalem. As to those who presume to revolt against the Church and her spiritual authority, who pretend that they alone possess understanding, who call themselves ‘the communion of saints,' they have no real light, for they are not of the faithful ; they wander, separated from God and His Church. I behold even among the best of them, neither humility, simplicity, nor obedience, but only pride, frightful pride. They are terribly vain of the separation in which they live.
They speak of faith, of light, of living Christianity, but they contemn and outrage the Holy Church in which alone light and life should be sought. They exalt themselves above the ecclesiastical power and hierarchy, paying neither submission nor respect to spiritual authority ; they presumptuously pretend that they comprehend everything better than the heads of the Church, better than her holy Doctors ; they reject good works but, at the same time, are eager to possess perfection, they who, with all their so-called light, deem neither obedience, nor mortification, nor penance, nor disciplinary rules necessary. I see them straying ever further and further from the Church, and I see of how much evil they are productive."
As the Pilgrim was shocked by her severe condemnation, which grated harshly upon his own opinions, she returned, again and again, to the same subject : —
“I always see these ‘Illuminati’ in a certain connection with the coming of Antichrist ; for, by their secrets, by their injustice, they forward the accomplishment of that mystery of iniquity. ”
Brentano dared not contradict her words, but it was long before he fully understood that they attacked false mysticism in its very essence. No errors entail consequences so disastrous as that pride of intellect which impels men to aim at union with the Divinity apart from the painful road of penance, without the practice of Christian virtue, and with no other guide than that interior sentiment which they regard as an infallible sign of Christ's workings in the soul. “Christ for us ! Christ in us ! " such is the watchword of these sectaries. They reject the decisions of the Church, they shake off the yoke of faith and the Commandments, and they level every barrier between them and the baneful influence of their theories.
Brentano had not, indeed, fully accepted these teachings, but he had looked upon them favorably, and their pet expressions, “Spirit, Love, Light, Way to God, Dwelling in God, Operations of God, the Word of God in us, etc.," held out to him the possibility of attaining their end in the sweetest and easiest way. But in the vicinity of this true servant of God, his delusions vanished. With all the energy of his soul, he now began to cultivate that pure, strong faith which he saw to be the fundamental principle, the essential element whence she herself drew the strength to accomplish the work assigned her.
On October 22d, Bishop Sailer and Christian Brentano arrived in Diilmen. Clement, at first, thought of returning with them to Berlin; but he yielded finally to Sister Emmerich's advice to remain a while longer to continue the work of his spiritual regeneration.
10 月 22 日，赛勒主教和克里斯蒂安．布伦塔诺抵达杜尔门。克莱门特起初想和他们一起返回柏林。但他最终还是听从了艾曼丽修女的建议，要多留一段时间，继续他的灵性重生工作。
"God is good to me ! “he exclaimed gratefully. "Sister Emmerich does wonderful things for me. I have become her disciple!" He truly desired to treat her as his spiritual teacher, to be most submissive to her; but we shall soon see how often his resolution was broken. As his position, attainments, and mental endowments were superior to the invalid's surroundings, so also was his appreciation of her and her extraordinary gifts clearer and more elevated. Eager not to lose a word that fell from her lips, particularly when in vision, he regarded as time lost every moment not devoted to himself and such communications.
He aimed at deriving the greatest possible advantage both for himself and others, and consequently the crowds of sick and poor who claimed her aid, the time devoted to the direction of the little household — all annoyed him, all grieved his impulsive nature, little used to contradiction. The doctor no longer dared ask advice about his patients, the confessor speak of his spiritual duties, or the Abbe entertain her with his infirmities ; Gertrude must be removed, the door must be closed to the few visitors from Flamske; and, above all, her old companions of Agnetenberg must be denied admittance, in order that nothing might divert her from the one great object — the Pilgrim and the communication of her visions.
His intention seemed to him most laudable, his demands most just. He assured her with tears that he would willingly employ his intellect, spend his life itself in making known to the world the wondrous favors Almighty God had bestowed upon her, His chosen instrument of mercy. All Sister Emmerich's tact was unavailing to restore harmony between her friends and this impatient, requiring man, unaccustomed to self control. No other remedy could be devised than that of his temporary withdrawal from Diilmen ; and, accordingly at her earnest request and on the assurance of a gracious reception at some future day, Brentano left the little city, Jan., 1819, to be absent until the following May. It, was long, however, before he attained that liberty of soul necessary to fulfil the task allotted him by God.