dimanche 20 mars 2016

Saint HERBERT du DERWENTWATER, ermite

Saint Herbert

Ermite au milieu d'un lac en Angleterre ( 687)

Ami de Saint Cuthbert qui fut d'abord évêque de Lindisfarne en Angleterre et établit le rite de la liturgie romaine dans son diocèse. Il préféra reprendre la vie monastique au monastère de Melrose, de tradition irlandaise, et s'en fut solitaire dans la paix de Dieu. Et c'est là que saint Herbert, son meilleur ami, venait le rejoindre chaque année pendant plusieurs jours pour parler des choses de Dieu. Ils connurent la grâce de mourir à quelques jours l'un de l'autre et à la même heure.

Tous les ans, la paroisse de Notre-Dame des Lacs et de Saint Charles célèbre une messe à la mémoire de l'ermite saint Herbert sur l'île du lac de Derwentwater... (St Herbert & his island - en anglais)

SOURCE : http://nominis.cef.fr/contenus/saint/838/Saint-Herbert.html

Herbert vivait solitaire, dans la prière et la pénitence, sur l'île de Dervenwater dans le Cumberland en Angleterre. On peut être ermite et avoir une grande amitié ; tel était son cas. Il avait été disciple de l'évêque saint Cuthbert et était resté son meilleur ami. Chaque année, ils se rencontraient dans l'île de Fare. De la dernière fois, la tradition de leur amitié exemplaire rapporte ce dialogue ultime. Le maître dit à son disciple et ami : "Si tu as quelque chose à me demander, fais-le de suite car nous ne nous reverrons plus sur cette terre : Dieu m'a révélé que je vais mourir bientôt". Herbert fond en larmes et lui répond : "Je t'en supplie, emmène-moi avec toi au Ciel, si tu ne veux pas que je devienne le plus malheureux des hommes". Ils se mirent à invoquer le Maître de la vie et leur prière, assure-t-on, fut exaucée. Ils auraient rejoint ensemble leur Seigneur le même jour : le 20 mars 687.

On peut donc être ermite et fidèle en amitié. Nos meilleurs amis sont ceux qui prient pour nous et veillent sur nous dans la fidélité de la mémoire. Rendons grâce pour ces anges gardiens qui, par delà temps et distance, nous restent unis par la communion des saints, dans la solitude d'un monastère ou d'un hôpital.

C'est le printemps aujourd'hui ! Nous vous offrons ces vers de Marie Noël, poétesse d'Auxerre que l'on redécouvre comme l'une des plus grandes de notre époque : "La caresse de Dieu s'étend sur le monde : à mes pieds nus, dans les herbes en émoi, prête un pas large et pur, pour m'en aller vers Toi".

Herbert est un nom d'origine germanique, de heri;: "brillant", et de berht;: "armée.

Rédacteur: Frère Bernard Pineau, OP


SOURCE : http://www.lejourduseigneur.com/index.php/Web-TV/Saints/Herbert

Herbert, OSB Hermit (AC)

Died March 20, 687. Saint Herbert was the priestly disciple and good friend of Saint Cuthbert. He lived alone on the island on Lake Derwentwater, later called Saint Herbert's. Each year Herbert would visit Saint Cuthbert at Lindisfarne. In 686, the year before Saint Cuthbert died, he travelled to Carlisle, and Herbert visited him there instead. Saint Cuthbert told Herbert on this visit that if he had anything to ask he must do so at this time because he foresaw that he would die and the Herbert would not see him again in this world. Herbert wept and begged him not to abandon him, but to pray that since they had served God together in the world, they be taken at the same time. Saint Cuthbert prayed for a moment and then predicted that this would be so. Soon afterward Herbert fell ill and his illness lasted until March 20 of the following year, when both saints died.

In 1374, Bishop Thomas Appleby of Carlisle ordered the vicar of Crosthwaite to celebrate a sun Mass on St. Herbert's Isle each year on his feast, and granted 40 days' indulgence to all who visited it on this day. Ruins of a circular stone building there may be connected with him (Attwater, Attwater2, Benedictines, Encyclopedia, Farmer, White).

SOURCE : http://www.saintpatrickdc.org/ss/0320.shtml

St. Herbert of Derwentwater

(Hereberht).

Date of birth unknown; d. 20 March, 687; an anchorite of the seventh century, who dwelt for many years on the little island still known as St. Herbert's Isle, in the Lake of Derwentwater. He was for long the friend and disciple of St. Cuthbert of Lindisfarne. Little is known about him, save that it was his custom every year to visit St. Cuthbert for the purpose of receiving his direction in spiritual matters. In the year 686, hearing that his friend was visiting Carlisle for the purpose of giving the veil to Queen Eormenburg, he went to see him there, instead of at Lindisfarne as was usual. After they had spoken together, St. Cuthbert said, "Brother Herbert, tell to me now all that you have need to ask or speak, for never shall we see one another again in this world. For I know that the time of my decease is at hand." Then Herbert fell weeping at his feet and begged that St. Cuthbert would obtain for him the grace that they might both be admitted to praise God in heaven at the same time. And St. Cuthbert prayed and then made answer, "Rise, my brother, weep not, but rejoice that the mercy of God has granted our desire." And so it happened. For Herbert, returning to his hermitage, fell ill of a long sickness, and, purified of his imperfections, passed to God on the very day on which St. Cuthbert died on Holy Island. It is said that the remains of St. Herbert's chapel and cell may still be traced at the northern end of the island on which he lived. In 1374 Thomas Appleby, Bishop of Carlisle, granted an indulgence of forty days to all who, in honour of St. Herbert, visited the island in Derwentwater and were present at the Mass of St. Cuthbert to be sung annually by the Vicar of Crosthwaite.

Sources

Acta SS., 20 March, III, 110, 123, 142-43; BEDE, Historia Ecclesiastica, IV, xxix, in Mon. Hist. Brit., 245; RAINE, Saint Cuthbert (Durham, 1828), 32-33; RAINE in Dict. Christ. Biog. s.v.; STANTON, Menology of England and Wales (London, 1887), 127-8.

Toke, Leslie. "St. Herbert of Derwentwater." The Catholic Encyclopedia. Vol. 7. New York: Robert Appleton Company, 1910. 20 Mar. 2016 <http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/07250b.htm>.

Transcription. This article was transcribed for New Advent by Herman F. Holbrook. O Saint Herbert, and all ye holy Monks and Hermits, pray for us.

Ecclesiastical approbation. Nihil Obstat. June 1, 1910. Remy Lafort, S.T.D., Censor. Imprimatur. +John Cardinal Farley, Archbishop of New York.


SOURCE : http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/07250b.htm

Saint Herbert of Derwentwater

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Benedictine monk and priest. Disciple and friend of Saint Cuthbert of Lindisfarne. Hermit on the island of Lake Derwentwater, later called Saint Herbert’s Island. Each year he visited Cuthbert at Lindisfarne. In 686 Cuthbert visited Herbert on his island, and told him that if he had anything to ask, he must do so because he foresaw he would soon die. They both prayed they go together. Soon after, Herbert fell ill; the illness lasted till 20 March 687 when both saints died. In 1374, Bishop Thomas Appleby of Carlisle ordered the vicar of Crosthwaite to celebrate a sun Mass on Saint Herbert’s Isle each year on his feast, and granted 40 days Indulgence to all who visited on this day. Ruins of a circular stone building there may be connected with him.


SOURCE : http://catholicsaints.info/saint-herbert-of-derwentwater/

St Herbert

The Hermit of Derwentwater

Amongst the beautiful isles of Derwentwater, that named St Herbert's Island deserves a more than ordinary notice, as well for its beauty as its historical associations. This insulated paradise includes an extent of four or five acres, well covered with wood, and is situated near the centre of the lake. It obtained its name from St Herbert, a priest and confessor, who, "to avoid the intercourse of man, and that nothing might withdraw his attention from unceasing mortification and prayer," about the middle of the 7th century, chose this island for his lonely abode.

"St Herbert hither came,
And here for many seasons, from the world 
Removed, and the affections of the world, 
He dwelt in solitude. "

The locality was well adapted to the severity of his religious life; he was surrounded by the lake, from whence he received his simple diet. On every hand the voice of the waterfalls excited the most solemn strains of meditation - rocks and mountains were his daily prospect, inspiring his mind with ideas of the might and majesty of the Creator.

That St Herbert had his hermitage on this island is certain from the authority of the venerable Bede, as well as from tradition, and nowhere could ancient eremite find more profound peace, or a place of so great beauty, whence to bear on the wings of imagination his orisons to heaven.

St Herbert was particularly distinguished for friendship to St Cuthbert bishop of Lindisfarne, with whom he was contemporary; and, according to a legendary tale, at the intercession of St. Herbert both these holy men expired on the same day, and in the same hour and minute, which, according to Bede, was in 678 or 687.

At Lindisfarne, expecting death,
The good St Cuthbert lay,
With wasted frame and feeble breath;
And monks were there to pray.
The brotherhood had gathered round,
His parting words to hear,
To see his saintly labours crown'd,
And stretch him on the bier.
His eyes grew dim; his voice sunk low;
The choral song arose;
And ere its sounds had ceas'd to flow,
His spirit found repose.
At that same hour, a holy man,
St Herbert, well renown'd,
Gave token that his earthly span
Had reach'd its utmost bound.
St Cuthbert, in his early years,
Had let him on his way;
When the tree falls, the fruit it bears
Will surely, too, decay.
The monks of Lindisfarne meanwhile
Were gazing on their dead;
At that same hour, Derwent isle,
A kindred soul had fled.

There is but little information on record respecting St Herbert, and had it not been for his intimacy with St Cuthbert, his name probably would not have been handed down to posterity at all. In truth, he did little more than pray and meditate on this spot. It was his wish to love and die unknown. Though one in spirit, St Cuthbert and the Hermit of Derwentwater were entirely dissimilar in character. St Cuthbert was bishop of Lindisfarne, and eminent preacher in his day, whose eloquence influenced the will of many, and whose active zeal contributed to the advancement of the then dominant church, of which he was one of the main pillars and rulers. St Herbert was altogether a man of prayer. He retired from the world to this solitude, and passed his days in devotion. The two saints used to meet once a year for spiritual communion. Which had most influence with the Ruler of heaven we cannot say.

The venerable Bede writes thus of the “Hermit of Derwentwater”:- "There was a certain priest, revered for his uprightness and perfect life and manners, name Herberte, who had a long time been in union with the man of God (St Cutherbert of Farn Isle), in the bond of spiritual love and friendship. For living a solitary life in the isle of that great and extended lake, from whence proceeds the river of Derwent, he used to visit St Cuthbert every year, to receive from his lips the doctrine of eternal life. When this holy priest heard of St Cuthbert's coming to Lugubalia, he came after his usual manner, desiring to be comforted more and more, with the hope of everlasting blisse, by his divine exhortations. As they sate together, and enjoyed the hopes of heaven, among other things the bishop said:

`Remember, brother, Herberte, that whatsoever ye have to say and ask of me, you do it now, for after we depart hence, we shall not meet again, and see one another corporally in this world; for I know well the time of my dissolution is at hand, and the laying aside of this earthly tabernacle draweth on apace.'

When Herberte heard this, he fell down at his feet, and with many sighs and tears beseeched him, for the love of the Lord, that he would not forsake him, but to remember his faithful brother and associate, and make intercession with the gracious God, that they might depart hence into heaven together, to behold His grace and glory whom they had in unity of spirit served on earth; for you know I have ever studied and laboured to live according to your pious and virtuous instructions; and in whatsoever I offended or omitted, through ignorance and frailty, I straightway used my earnest efforts to amend after your ghostly counsel, will, and judgement. At this earnest and affectionate request of Herbertes, the bishop went to prayer, and presently being certified in spirit that his petition to heaven would be granted, - `Arise,' said he, `my dear brother, weep not, but let your rejoicing be with exceeding gladness, for the great mercy of God hath granted unto us our prayer.'

The truth of which promise and prophecy was well proved in that which ensued; for their separation was the last that befel them on earth; on the same day, which was the 19th day of March, their souls departed from their bodies, and were straight in union in the beatific sight and vision; and were transported hence to the kingdom of heaven, by the service and hands of angels."

It is probable the hermit's little oratory or chapel might be kept in repair after his death, as a particular veneration appears to have been paid to this retreat, and the memory of the saint; for, at the distance of almost seven centuries, we find this place resorted to in holy services and processions, and the hermit's' memory celebrated in religious offices.*

* In the register of Bishop Appleby, in 137-t, there is an indulgence of forty days to any inhabitant of the parish of Crosthwaite, that should attend the Vicar to St Herbert's Isle, on the 13th of April, yearly, that being the anniversary of his death, there to celebrate mass in memory of St Herbert. Precessions and ceremonies of this kind had, in those days, a powerful effect on the minds of the lower orders of society. Perhaps it was better they should have some religion, though tinctured with a degree of superstition, than have been possessed of minds irreverent towards heaven, and souls totally absorbed in the darkness of ignorance, and given up to gross licentiousness.

The remains of the hermitage are still visible; and near to these hallowed ruins stands a small grotto of unhewn stone, called the New Hermitage, erected some years ago by Sir Wilfrid Lawson, to whose representative the island at present belongs. The dwelling of the anchorite consisted of two apartments, one of which, about twenty feet in length by sixteen in width, appears to have been his chapel; the other, whose dimensions are considerably less, was his cell.

The passion for solitude and a recluse life which reigned in the days of this saint, and was cherished by the monastic school, at first sight may appear to us uncouth and enthusiastic; yet when we examine into those times, our astonishment will cease, if we consider the estate of those men, who, under all the prejudices of education, were living in an age of ignorance, vassalage, and rapine; and we shall rather applaud than condemn a devotee, who, disgusted with the world and sins of men, consigns his life to the service of the Deity in retirement. We may suppose we hear the saint exclaiming with the poet -

"Blest be that hand Divine, which gently laid
My heart at rest beneath this humble shade;
The world's a stately bark, on dangerous seas,
With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril;
Here on a single plank, thrown safe on shore,
I hear the tumult of the distant throng,
As that of seas remote or dying storms;
And meditate on scenes more silent still,
Pursue my theme, and fight the fear of death.
Here, like a shepherd gazing from his hut
Touching his reed or leaning on his staff,
Eager ambition's fiery chase I see;
I see the circling hunt of noisy men
Burst law's enclosures, leap the mounds of right,
Pursuing and pursued, each other's prey;
As wolves for rapine, as the fox for wiles,
Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all."

Young's Excursion
Wordsworth has the following beautiful lines on the Hermit of Derwentwater:

"If thou, in the dear love of some one friend,
Hast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughts
Will sometimes, in the happiness of love,
Make the heart sink, then wilt thou reverence
This quiet spot; and, stranger, not unmoved
Wilt thou behold this shapeless heap of stones,
The desolate ruins of St. Herbert's cell.
There stood his threshold; there was spread the roof
That sheltered him, a self-secluded man,
After long And offices humane, intent to adore
The Deity with undistracted mind,
And meditate on everlasting things
In utter solitude. But he had left
A fellow-labourer, whom the good man loved
As his own soul. And when, with eye upraised
To heaven, he knelt before the crucifix,
While o'er the lake the cataract of Ladore
Pealed to his orison, and when he paced
Along the beach of this small isle, and thought
Of his companion, he would pray that both
(Now that their earthly duties were fulfilled)
Might die in the same moment.
Nor in vain So prayed he! As our chroniclers report,
Though here the hermit numbered his last hours,
Far from St Cuthbert, his beloved friend,
Those holy men died in the self-same day."



SOURCE : http://www.keswickcatholicchurch.co.uk/html/st_herbert___his_island.html


Voir aussi ; http://oodegr.co/english/biographies/arxaioi/herbert_derwentwater.htm

https://citydesert.wordpress.com/2014/03/17/herbert-of-derwentwater-priest-and-hermit/