Chapter Regimen of the School of Salerno to Remember Thou art Mortal! of R by Brewer's Readers Handbook

This list is taken from Brady’s Clavis Calendaria, 240 (1839).

It appears by the confessions of the Inquisition that instances of failure have occurred; but the sacred relics have always recovered their virtue (as Galbert, a monk of Marchiennes informs us) “after they have been flogged with rods.”—Brady, 241.

In the Hotel de Cluny, Paris, I was shown a ring which I was assured contained part of one of the thorns of the “crown of thorns.”

Religio Laici, a poem by Dryden. He says that at one time the clergy traded on the ignorance of the people, but that now the Bible is well abused (1682).

So, all we make of Heaven’s discovered will
Is not to have it, or to use it ill.

(In this poem Dryden stood fast to the Church of England. In the Hind and the Panther (1687), the Hind—

Without unspotted, innocent within,
[Which] feared no danger, for she knew no sin—

is the Church of Rome. Sir Thomas Brown wrote a prose treatise called Religio Medici, in defence of the Reformed Religion.)

Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, consisting of ballads, songs, etc., of our early poets, by Thomas Percy (1765). A capital book.

Reloxa, the clock town. (From the Spanish relox, “a clock.”)

It would be an excellent joke, indeed, if the natives of Reloxa were to slay every one who only asked them what o’clock it was.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, II. ii. 8 (1615).

Remember Thou art Mortal! When a Roman conqueror entered the city in triumph, a slave was placed in the chariot to whisper from to time into the ear of the conqueror, “Remember thou art a man!”

Vespasian, the Roman emperor, had a slave who said to him daily, as he left his chamber, “Remember thou art a man!”

In the ancient Egyptian banquets it was customary during the feast to draw a mummy in a car round the banquet-hall, while one uttered aloud, “To this estate you must come at last!”

When the sultan of Serendib (i.e. Ceylon) went abroad, his vizier cried aloud, “This is the great monarch, the tremendous sultan of the Indies… greater than Solima or the grand Mihragê!” An officer behind the monarch then exclaimed, “This monarch, though so great and powerful, must die, must die, must die!”—Arabian Nights (“Sinbad,” sixth voyage).