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   October 8th - Saint Triduana   
      
   Triduana (Tradwell, Trollhaena), virgin. Described variously as an abbess   
   who   
   came to Scotland either with a mythical Boniface or with Rule, the supposed   
   bearer of the relics of St. Andrew to Scotland, Triduana is said to have   
   lived a   
   monastic life with two companions at Roscoby (Forfarshire); she died at   
   Lestalryk (Lothian). Her relics were an important centre of pilgrimage at   
   Restalrig, near Edinburgh: on 21 December 1560 it was ordained by the   
   Scottish   
   Reformers that 'the kirk of Restalrig, as a monument of idolatry, be raysit   
   and   
   utterlie cast down and destroyed'. Relics were also claimed by Aberdeen. She   
   was   
   invoked for curing diseases of the eyes because of the legend that when a   
   local   
   prince desired her because of her beautiful eyes, she had them taken out and   
   given to him. She is patron of Kintradwell (Caithness). The site of her well   
   at   
   Restalrig (formerly believed to be a chapter-house) has been excavated; it   
   had   
   two stories, a chapel and piscina being built over the well itself. Some of   
   the   
   choir of the collegiate church built in 1487 and endowed by at least three   
   kings   
   of Scotland survives. A secondary shrine of Triduana was at Papa Westray in   
   the   
   Orkneys on a rock beside St. Tredwell's Loch. Feast: 8 October.   
      
      
   Another Life:   
   Saint Triduana   
   4th C. - 5th C.   
      
   Triduana is said to have accompanied Saint Rule on his 4th Century journey   
   with   
   the bones of Saint Andrew. Triduana was a pretty Greek girl, noted   
   particularly   
   for beautiful blue eyes. She is said to have settled into a life of   
   religious   
   seclusion at Rescobie (Angus). However, she was pursued by Nectan, King of   
   the   
   Picts, who tried to persuade her to become his wife. On realising that   
   Nectan   
   had been attracted by her eyes, she tore them out with a thorn and sent them   
   to   
   the King. She was thus able to continue her pious life. She moved to   
   Restalrig   
   (Edinburgh) where she healed the blind, who often travelled great distances   
   to   
   visit her.   
      
   St. Triduana's Well in Restalrig is said to have brought relief to those   
   with   
   eye complaints and blindness in mediaeval times. A small statue of the saint   
   looks down from the roof of the well.   
      
   St Triduana's Well   
      
   Located in the Restalig district of Edinburgh, St. Triduana's Well comprises   
   a   
   low hexagonal building lying next to St Margaret's Parish Church. Built for   
   King   
   James III (1452-88) around 1477, by the Logan family, it comprised two   
   storeys;   
   a lower rib-vaulted well-house and an upper chapel which no longer exists.   
   Water   
   from the well-house was used to treat diseases of the eye, following St.   
   Triduana's ability to heal the blind. The lower floor was later used as a   
   burial   
   vault for the Logans, who possessed the Barony of Restalrig. The well-house,   
   which had become entirely buried, was exposed and subjected to a major   
   restoration in 1906. It was only when it continually flooded that it was   
   realised that this was indeed St. Triduana's Well rather than a family   
   chapel.   
   The restoration work was undertaken by Thomas Ross under the direction of   
   James   
   Francis Stuart, the 16th Earl of Moray (1842 - 1909). It included the   
   installation of the current roof together with the replacement of   
   buttresses,   
   such that there is now little mediaeval stonework.   
      
   St. Triduana's Well is now maintained by Historic Scotland.   
      
      
   Saint Quote:   
   "On the Lord's Day all worldly labor should cease and Christians should give   
   themselves up to prayer, so as to expiate by their prayers on that day the   
   faults committed during the week."   
   -St. Gregory the Great (Pope, Doctor, 540-604)-"Instructions On Christian   
   Morality   
      
   Bible Quotes:   
   "What is this evil thing that you are doing, profaning the sabbath-day?" - 2   
   Esdras 13:17   
      
   "Blessed is the man ... that keepeth the sabbath from profaning it." -   
   Isaias   
   56:2   
      
      
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   From the Raccolta, the Sequence for the Holy Souls:  Dies Irae, Dies Illa   
      
   Day of wrath and doom impending,   
   David's word with Sibyl's blending,   
   Heaven and earth in ashes ending!   
      
   O what fear man's bosom rendeth,   
   When from heaven the Judge descendeth,   
   On whose sentence all dependeth!   
      
   Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,   
   Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth,   
   All before the throne it bringeth.   
      
   Death is struck, and nature quaking,   
   All creation is awaking,   
   To its Judge an answer making.   
      
   Lo! the book exactly worded,   
   Wherein all hath been recorded;   
   Thence shall judgement be awarded.   
      
   When the Judge His seat attaineth,   
   And each hidden deed arraigneth,   
   Nothing unavenged remaineth.   
      
   What shall I, frail (wo)man, be pleading?   
   Who for me be interceding,   
   When the just are mercy needing?   
      
   King of majesty tremendous,   
   Who dost free salvation send us,   
   Fount of pity, then befriend us!   
      
   Think kind Jesu!-my salvation   
   Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation;   
   Leave me not to reprobation.   
      
   Faint and weary thou hast sought me,   
   On the Cross of suffering bought me;   
   shall such grace be vainly brought me?   
      
   Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution   
   Grant Thy gift of absolution,   
   Ere that day of retribution.   
      
   Guilty now I pour my moaning,   
   All my shame with anguish owning;   
   Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning!   
      
   Through the sinful woman shiven,   
   Through the dying thief forgiven,   
   Thou to me a hope hast given.   
      
   Worthless are my prayers and sighing,   
   Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,   
   Rescue me from fires undying.   
      
   With Thy sheep a place provide me,   
   From the goats afar divide me,   
   To Thy right hand do thou guide me.   
      
   When the wicked are confounded,   
   Doomed to shame and woe unbounded,   
   Call me, with thy Saints surrounded.   
      
   Low I kneel, with heart's submission,   
   See, like ashes my contrition!   
   Help me in my last condition!   
      
   Ah! that day of tears and mourning!   
   From the dust of earth returning,   
   Man for judgement must prepare him:   
      
   Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!   
   Lord, all-pitying, Jesu blest,   
   Grant unto them thine eternal rest.  Amen.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)