. . . “Take your pen, prepare your parchment, and write fast.” The eleventh hour was long past; a few short moments, and the spirit of Bede will have left its earthly abode. The volume is still open; the parchment not quite filled up. “Dearest master,” saith a youthful scribe, with tears of love and respect, “there is yet one sentence unwritten.” “Write quickly,” replies Bede; and he has strength to tell him what to write. The stillness of the room is broken by the the scratching of their eager pens; they cease, and the scribe, with joyous exultation, exclaims, “Master, it is finished!” With a smile of thankfulness and peace he answers, “That is well; you have said truly, is is finished, bear me in your arms, and set before the place at which I have been wont to pray.” The monks fulfill the wishes of the man, and whilst singing, ‘Glory to God the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost’, the soul of the Venerable Bede soars into the regions of the blessed, and his body falls lifeless on the cold stone pavement of his little cell.
Bede, who was an earnest Christian, had who blessed the English church by translating the Gospels for them: we would do well to remember him. – Hentycrew
On Thursday we will have some thoughts on the Venerable Bede.