twenty years, see how all other persons mentioned in this history went,
likewise, each to his own place. ...............

A little more than twenty years after, the wisest and holiest man in the
East was writing of Cyril, just deceased--

'His death made those who survived him joyful; but it grieved most
probably the dead; and there is cause to fear, lest, finding his
presence too troublesome, they should send him back to us.... May it
come to pass, by your prayers, that he may obtain mercy and forgiveness,
that the immeasurable grace of God may prevail over his wickedness!....'

So wrote Theodoret in days when men had not yet intercalated into Holy
Writ that line of an obscure modern hymn, which proclaims to man the
good news that 'There is no repentance in the grave.' Let that be as it
may, Cyril has gone to his own place. What that place is in history is
but too well known. What it is in the sight of Him unto whom all live
for ever, is no concern of ours. May He whose mercy is over all His
works, have mercy upon all, whether orthodox or unorthodox, Papist or
Protestant, who, like Cyril, begin by lying for the cause of truth; and
setting off upon that evil road, arrive surely, with the Scribes and
Pharisees of old, sooner or later at their own place!

True, he and his monks had conquered; but Hypatia did not die unavenged.
In the hour of that unrighteous victory, the Church of Alexandria
received a deadly wound. It had admitted and sanctioned those habits of
doing evil that good may come, of pious intrigue, and at last of open
persecution, which are certain to creep in wheresoever men attempt to
set up a merely religious empire, independent of human relationships and
civil laws; to 'establish,' in short, a 'theocracy,' and by that very
act confess their secret disbelief that God is ruling already. And the
Egyptian Church grew, year by year, more lawless and inhuman. Freed from
enemies without, and from the union which fear compels, it turned its
ferocity inward, to prey on its own vitals, and to tear itself in pieces
by a voluntary suicide, with mutual anathemas and exclusions, till it
ended as a mere chaos of idolatrous sects, persecuting each other for
metaphysical propositions, which, true or false, were equally heretical
in their mouths, because they used them only as watch-words of division.
Orthodox or unorthodox, they knew not God, for they knew neither
righteousness, nor love, nor peace.... They 'hated the