It was very well.

My name, too, should be Augustine, that I might walk in the ways of that other Augustine, that great theologian whose mother's name was Monica.
And even as the influence of her name had been my mother's guide, so was the influence of my name to exert its sway upon me.

It was made to do so.

Ere I could read for myself, the life of that great saint--with such castrations as my tender years demanded--was told me and repeated until I knew by heart its every incident and act.

Anon his writings were my school-books.