Text Box: able to speak, it came into my heart to urge all my friends who were present to pray for me to thee, the God of all health.  And I wrote it down on the tablet and gave it to them to read.  Presently, as we bowed our knees in supplication, the pain was gone.  But what pain?  How did it go?  I confess that I was terrified, O Lord my God, because from my earliest years I had never experienced such pain.  And thy purposes were profoundly impressed upon me; and rejoicing in faith, I praised thy name.  But that faith allowed me no rest in respect of my past sins, which were not yet forgiven me through thy baptism.

                           CHAPTER V

     13.  Now that the vintage vacation was ended, I gave notice to the citizens of Milan that they might provide their scholars with another word-merchant.  I gave as my reasons my determination to serve thee and also my insufficiency for the task, because of the difficulty in breathing and the pain in my chest.
     And by letters I notified thy bishop, the holy man Ambrose, of my former errors and my present resolution.  And I asked his advice as to which of thy books it was best for me to read so that 
I might be the more ready and fit for the reception of so great a grace.  He recommended Isaiah the prophet; and I believe it was because Isaiah foreshows more clearly than others the gospel, and 
the calling of the Gentiles.  But because I could not understand the first part and because I imagined the rest to be like it, I laid it aside with the intention of taking it up again later, when better practiced in our Lord's words.

                          CHAPTER VI

     14.  When the time arrived for me to give in my name, we left the country and returned to Milan.  Alypius also resolved to be born again in thee at the same time.  He was already clothed with 
the humility that befits thy sacraments, and was so brave a tamer of his body that he would walk the frozen Italian soil with his naked feet, which called for unusual fortitude.  We took with us Text Box: the boy Adeodatus, my son after the flesh, the offspring of my sin.  Thou hadst made of him a noble lad.  He was barely fifteen years old, but his intelligence excelled that of many grave and learned men.  I confess to thee thy gifts, O Lord my God, creator of all, who hast power to reform our deformities -- for there was nothing of me in that boy but the sin.  For it was thou who didst inspire us to foster him in thy discipline, and none other -- thy gifts I confess to thee.  There is a book of mine, entitled De Magistro.[287]  It is a dialogue between Adeodatus and me, and thou knowest that all things there put into the mouth of my interlocutor are his, though he was then only in his sixteenth 
year.  Many other gifts even more wonderful I found in him.  His talent was a source of awe to me.  And who but thou couldst be the worker of such marvels?  And thou didst quickly remove his life from the earth, and even now I recall him to mind with a sense of security, because I fear nothing for his childhood or youth, nor for his whole career.  We took him for our companion, as if he were the same age in grace with ourselves, to be trained with ourselves in thy discipline.  And so we were baptized and the anxiety about our past life left us.
     Nor did I ever have enough in those days of the wondrous sweetness of meditating on the depth of thy counsels concerning the salvation of the human race.  How freely did I weep in thy hymns and canticles; how deeply was I moved by the voices of thy sweet-speaking Church!  The voices flowed into my ears; and the truth was poured forth into my heart, where the tide of my devotion overflowed, and my tears ran down, and I was happy in all these things.

                          CHAPTER VII

     15.  The church of Milan had only recently begun to employ this mode of consolation and exaltation with all the brethren singing together with great earnestness of voice and heart.  For it was only about a year -- not much more -- since Justina, the mother of the boy-emperor Valentinian, had persecuted thy servant Ambrose on behalf of her Text Box: heresy, in which she had been seduced by the Arians.  The devoted people kept guard in the church, prepared to die with their bishop, thy servant.  Among them my mother, thy handmaid, taking a leading part in those anxieties and vigils, lived there in prayer.  And even though we were still not wholly melted by the heat of thy Spirit, we were nevertheless excited by the alarmed and disturbed city.
     This was the time that the custom began, after the manner of the Eastern Church, that hymns and psalms should be sung, so that the people would not be worn out with the tedium of lamentation.  This custom, retained from then till now, has been imitated by many, indeed, by almost all thy congregations throughout the rest of the world.[288]
     16.  Then by a vision thou madest known to thy renowned bishop the spot where lay the bodies of Gervasius and Protasius, the martyrs, whom thou hadst preserved uncorrupted for so many years in thy secret storehouse, so that thou mightest produce them at a fit time to check a woman's fury -- a woman indeed, but also a queen!  When they were discovered and dug up and brought with due honor to the basilica of Ambrose, as they were borne along the road many who were troubled by unclean spirits -- the devils confessing themselves -- were healed.  And there was also a certain man, a well-known citizen of the city, blind many years, who, when he had asked and learned the reason for the people's tumultuous joy, rushed out and begged his guide to lead him to the place.  When he arrived there, he begged to be permitted to touch with his handkerchief the bier of thy saints, whose death is precious in thy sight.  When he had done this, and put it to his eyes, they were immediately opened.  The fame of all this spread abroad; from this thy glory shone more brightly.  And also from this the mind of that angry woman, though not enlarged to the sanity of a full faith, was nevertheless restrained from the fury of persecution.
     Thanks to thee, O my God.  Whence and whither hast thou led my memory, that I should confess such things as these to thee -- for great as they were, I Text Box: keep on killing all the yet to be born babies, eventually there will be no women young enough to have babies, and then there