18.  What now remains?  To bring the healing of the Word to those in sorrow.  And a powerful remedy for mourners is sympathy, for sufferers are best consoled by those who have to bear a like suffering.  To such, then, I specially address myself, of whom I should be ashamed, if, with all other virtues, they do not show the elements of patience.  For even if they surpass all others in love of their children, let them equally surpass them in love of wisdom and love of Christ, and in the special practice of meditation on our departure hence, impressing it likewise on their children, making even their whole life a preparation for death.  But if your misfortune still clouds your reason and, like the moisture which dims our eyes, hides from you the clear view of your duty, come, ye elders, receive the consolation of a young man, ye fathers, that of a child, who ought to be admonished by men as old as you, who have admonished many and gathered experience from your many years.  Yet wonder not, if in my youth I admonish the aged; and if in aught I can see better than the hoary, I offer it to you.  How much longer have we to live, ye men of honoured eld, so near to God?  How long are we to suffer here?  Not even man’s whole life is long, compared with the Eternity of the Divine Nature, still less the remains of life, and what I may call the parting of our human breath, the close of our frail existence.  How much has Cæsarius outstripped us?  How long shall we be left to mourn his departure?  Are we not hastening to the same abode?  Shall we not soon be covered by the same stone?  Shall we not shortly be reduced to the same dust?  And what in these short days will be our gain, save that after it has been ours to see, or suffer, or perchance even to do, more ill, we must discharge the common and inexorable tribute to the law of nature, by following some, preceding others, to the tomb, mourning these, being lamented by those, and receiving from some that meed of tears which we ourselves had paid to others?

Τί λοιπὸν ἔτι; τὴν ἐκ λόγου θεραπείαν τοῖς ἀλγοῦσι προσενεγκεῖν. Μέγα δὲ [τοῖς πενθοῦσι] τὸ παρὰ τῶν συναλγούντων φάρμακον: καὶ οἱ τὸ ἴσον τοῦ πάθους ἔχοντες πλέον εἰσὶν εἰς παραμυθίαν τοῖς πάσχουσι. Μάλιστα μὲν οὖν πρὸς τοιούτους ἐστὶν ἡμῖν ὁ λόγος, ὑπὲρ ὧν αἰσχυνοίμην ἄν, εἰ μὴ καθάπερ ἄλλου παντὸς τῶν καλῶν, οὕτω καὶ καρτερίας τὰ πρῶτα φέροιντο. Καὶ γὰρ εἰ φιλόπαιδες πάντων μᾶλλον, ἀλλὰ καὶ πάντων μᾶλλον φιλόσοφοι καὶ φιλόχριστοι, καὶ τὴν ἐντεῦθεν μετάβασιν ἐκ πλείονος αὐτοί τε μελετήσαντες καὶ τοὺς ἐξ αὐτῶν διδάξαντες, μᾶλλον δὲ τὸν βίον ὅλον μελέτην λύσεως ἐνστησάμενοι. Εἰ δὲ ἔτι τὸ πάθος ἐπισκοτεῖ τοῖς λογισμοῖς, καί, καθάπερ λήμη τις τὸν ὀφθαλμὸν ὑπελθοῦσα, καθαρῶς συνιδεῖν οὐκ ἐᾷ τὸ δέον, φέρε δέξασθε παράκλησιν οἱ πρεσβύτεροι τοῦ νέου, καὶ τοῦ παιδὸς οἱ πατέρες, καὶ τοῦ νουθετεῖσθαι παρὰ τῶν τηλικούτων ὀφείλοντος, οἱ πολλοὺς νουθετήσαντες, καὶ τῷ πολλῷ χρόνῳ τὴν ἐμπειρίαν συλλέξαντες. Θαυμάσητε δὲ μηδέν, εἰ νέος νουθετῶ γέροντας: καὶ τοῦτο ὑμέτερον, εἴ τι πολιᾶς ἄμεινον συνορᾶν ἔχω.

Πόσον ἔτι βιωσόμεθα χρόνον, ὦ τίμιαι πολιαὶ καὶ Θεῷ πλησιάζουσαι; πόσον ἐνταῦθα κακοπαθήσομεν; Οὐδὲ ὁ πᾶς ἀνθρώπων βίος μακρός, ὡς τῇ θείᾳ φύσει καὶ ἀτελευτήτῳ παραβαλεῖν, μὴ ὅτι τὸ τῆς ζωῆς λείψανον, καὶ ἡ λύσις, ὡς ἂν εἴποιμεν, τῆς ἀνθρωπίνης πνοῆς, καὶ τοῦ προσκαίρου βίου τὰ τελευταῖα. Πόσον ἡμᾶς ἔφθη Καισάριος; πόσον ἔτι τὸν ἀπελθόντα πενθήσομεν; Οὐ πρὸς τὴν αὐτὴν ἐπειγόμεθα μονήν; Οὐ τὸν αὐτὸν ὑποδυσόμεθα λίθον αὐτίκα; οὐχ ἡ αὐτὴ κόνις μετὰ μικρὸν ἐσόμεθα; οὐ τοσοῦτον κερδανοῦμεν ἐν ταῖς μικραῖς ταύταις ἡμέραις, ὅσον πλείω κακά, τὰ μὲν ἰδόντες, τὰ δὲ παθόντες, τὰ δὲ καὶ πράξαντες ἴσως, λειτουργῆσαι τῷ τῆς φύσεως νόμῳ τὴν κοινὴν εἰσφορὰν καὶ ἀσάλευτον, καὶ τοῖς μὲν ἐπαπελθεῖν, τῶν δὲ προαπελθεῖν, καὶ τοὺς μὲν κλαῦσαι, ὑπὸ δὲ τῶν θρηνηθῆναι, καὶ παρ' ἄλλων ἀντιλαβεῖν ὃν προεισηνέγκαμεν ἄλλοις τῶν δακρύων ἔρανον;