<strong>The</strong> <strong>Dolorous</strong> <strong>Passion</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Our</strong> <strong>Lord</strong> <strong>Jesus</strong> <strong>Christ</strong>.Anne Catherine Emmerich250When these holy women reached the house <strong>of</strong> Veronica they entered it, because Pilate and his<strong>of</strong>ficers were at that moment passing through the street, on their way home. <strong>The</strong>y burst forth intounrestrained tears when they beheld the countenance <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jesus</strong> imprinted on the veil, and they returnedthanks to God for the favour he had bestowed on his faithful servant. <strong>The</strong>y took the jar <strong>of</strong> aromaticwine which the Jews had prevented <strong>Jesus</strong> from drinking, and set <strong>of</strong>f together towards Golgotha.<strong>The</strong>ir number was considerably increased, for many pious men and women whom the sufferings<strong>of</strong> our <strong>Lord</strong> had filled with pity had joined them, and they ascended the west side <strong>of</strong> Calvary, asthe declivity there was not so great. <strong>The</strong> Mother <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jesus</strong>, accompanied by her niece, Mary (thedaughter <strong>of</strong> Cleophas), John, and Salome went quite up to the round platform; but Martha, Mary<strong>of</strong> Heli, Veronica, Johanna, Chusa, Susanna, and Mary, the mother <strong>of</strong> Mark, remained below withMagdalen, who could hardly support herself. Lower down on the mountain there was a third group<strong>of</strong> holy women, and there were a few scattered individuals between the three groups, who carriedmessages from one to the other. <strong>The</strong> Pharisees on horseback rode to and fro among the people, andthe five entrances were guarded by Roman soldiers. Mary kept her eyes fixed on the fatal spot, andstood as if entranced,—if was indeed a sight calculated to appal and rend the heart <strong>of</strong> a mother.<strong>The</strong>re lay the terrible cross, the hammers, the ropes, the nails, and alongside <strong>of</strong> these frightfulinstruments <strong>of</strong> torture stood the brutal executioners, half drank, and almost without clothing,swearing and blaspheming, whilst making their preparations. <strong>The</strong> sufferings <strong>of</strong> the Blessed Virginwere greatly increased by her not being able to see her Son; she knew that he was still alive, andshe felt the most ardent desire once more to behold him, while the thought <strong>of</strong> the torments he stillhad to endure made her heart ready to burst with grief.A little hail had been falling at times during the morning, but the sun came out again after teno’clock, and a thick red fog began to obscure it towards twelve.CHAPTER XXXVIII.<strong>The</strong> Nailing <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jesus</strong> to the Cross.THE preparations for the crucifixion being finished four archers went to the cave where they hadconfined our <strong>Lord</strong> and dragged him out with their usual brutality, while the mob looked on andmade use <strong>of</strong> insulting language, and the Roman soldiers regarded all with indifference, and thought<strong>of</strong> nothing but maintaining order. When <strong>Jesus</strong> was again brought forth, the holy women gave a mansome money, and begged him to pay the archers anything they might demand if they would allow<strong>Jesus</strong> to drink the wine which Veronica had prepared; but the cruel executioners, instead <strong>of</strong> givingit to <strong>Jesus</strong>, drank it themselves. <strong>The</strong>y had brought two vases with them, one <strong>of</strong> which containedvinegar and gall, and the other a mixture which looked like wine mixed with myrrh and absinthe;they <strong>of</strong>fered a glass <strong>of</strong> the latter to our <strong>Lord</strong>, which he tasted, but would not drink.144
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Dolorous</strong> <strong>Passion</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Our</strong> <strong>Lord</strong> <strong>Jesus</strong> <strong>Christ</strong>.Anne Catherine Emmerich251<strong>The</strong>re were eighteen archers on the platform; the six who had scourged <strong>Jesus</strong>, the four who hadconducted him to Calvary, the two who held the ropes which supported the cross, and six otherswho came for the purpose <strong>of</strong> crucifying him. <strong>The</strong>y were strangers in the pay <strong>of</strong> either the Jews orthe Romans, and were short thick-set men, with most ferocious countenances, rather resemblingwild beasts than human beings, and employing themselves alternately in drinking and in makingpreparations for the crucifixion.This scene was rendered the more frightful to me by the sight <strong>of</strong> demons, who were invisible toothers, and I Saw large bodies <strong>of</strong> evil spirits under the forms <strong>of</strong> toads, serpents, sharp-claweddragons, and venomous insects, urging these wicked men to still greater cruelty, and perfectlydarkening the air. <strong>The</strong>y crept into the mouths and into the hearts <strong>of</strong> the assistants, sat upon theirshoulders, filled their minds with wicked images, and incited them to revile and insult our <strong>Lord</strong>with still greater brutality. Weeping angels, however, stood around <strong>Jesus</strong>, and the sight <strong>of</strong> theirtears consoled me not a little, and they were accompanied by little angels <strong>of</strong> glory, whose headsalone I saw. <strong>The</strong>re were likewise angels <strong>of</strong> pity and angels <strong>of</strong> consolation among them; the latterfrequently approached the Blessed Virgin and the rest <strong>of</strong> the pious persons who were assembledthere, and whispered words <strong>of</strong> comfort which enabled them to bear up with firmness.252<strong>The</strong> executioners soon pulled <strong>of</strong>f our <strong>Lord</strong>’s cloak, the belt to which the ropes were fastened, andhis own belt, when they found it was impossible to drag the woollen garment which his Motherhad woven for him over his head, on account <strong>of</strong> the crown <strong>of</strong> thorns; they tore <strong>of</strong>f this most painfulcrown, thus reopening every wound, and seizing the garment, tore it mercilessly over his bleedingand wounded head. <strong>Our</strong> dear <strong>Lord</strong> and Saviour then stood before his cruel enemies, stripped <strong>of</strong> allsave the short scapular which was on his shoulders, and the linen which girded his loins. His scapularwas <strong>of</strong> wool; the wool had stuck to the wounds, and indescribable was the agony <strong>of</strong> pain he sufferedwhen they pulled it roughly <strong>of</strong>f. He Shook like the aspen as he stood before them, for he was soweakened from suffering and loss <strong>of</strong> blood that he could not support himself for more than a fewmoments; he was covered with open wounds, and his shoulders and back were torn to the bone bythe dreadful scourging he had endured. He was about to fall when the executioners, fearing that hemight die, and thus deprive them <strong>of</strong> the barbarous pleasure <strong>of</strong> crucifying him, led him to a largestone and placed him roughly down upon it, but no sooner was he seated than they aggravated hissufferings by putting the crown <strong>of</strong> thorns again upon his head. <strong>The</strong>y then <strong>of</strong>fered him some vinegarand gall, from which, however, he turned away in silence. <strong>The</strong> executioners did not allow him torest long, but bade him rise and place himself on the cross that they might nail him to it. <strong>The</strong>nseizing his right arm they dragged it to the hole prepared for the nail, and having tied it tightly downwith a cord, one <strong>of</strong> them knelt upon his sacred chest, a second held his hand flat, and a third takinga long thick nail, pressed it on the open palm <strong>of</strong> that adorable hand, which had ever been open tobestow blessings and favours on the ungrateful Jews, and with a great iron hammer drove it throughthe flesh, and far into the wood <strong>of</strong> the cross. <strong>Our</strong> <strong>Lord</strong> uttered one deep but suppressed groan, andhis blood gushed forth and sprinkled the arms <strong>of</strong> the archers. I counted the blows <strong>of</strong> the hammer,but my extreme grief made me forget their number. <strong>The</strong> nails were very large, the heads about thesize <strong>of</strong> a crown piece, and the thickness that <strong>of</strong> a man’s thumb, while the points came through atthe back <strong>of</strong> the cross. <strong>The</strong> Blessed Virgin stood motionless; from time to time you might distinguishher plaintive moans; she appeared as if almost fainting from grief, and Magdalen was quite beside145