The Venerable Bede lived from 673 AD to May 735 AD, and was a renowned theologian and scholar of his day. He wrote over sixty books, and translated the four Gospels into his native tongue. We pick up this story there . . .
By one who was well qualified to relate it, the last moments of our great Saxon author have been recorded with genuine pathos, and a noble and touching scene was the death bed of Bede, the monk of Jarrow. For it is the most remarkable and pathetic on the early history of literature and the church. For many long days he had been employed upon the fondest of his literary undertakings; he had almost finished a translation of the four Gospels into the common language of the people. A chapter only remained to complete the noble volume. He was sure that such a work would redound to the glory of the dear Saviour in whose presence he was shortly to appear. A few hours, and the sand in the glass will have run its course. With a prophetic sense of the approach of death, the good old monk calls his scribes to draw near, and to use all their diligence and dispatch; they are well practiced in their craft, and speed quickly on their holy task.
To be continued on Thursday, Deo Volente.