dormitorium

A dormitory.

There is something very pleasing and charitable in the idea, that ‘all who call themselves Christians’ should have one common κοιμητήριον, their dormitorium or resting-place, where they should lie down together, at peace in death, though separated in their lifetime, and awaiting their common resurrection; […]

To Bill the proverbial statement, “behind locked doors,” is a reality, particularly when he is locked out, and his favorite ejaculation and demand in such a predicament is “Open this d⁠—⁠n door.” But when there resounded the voice of the fair occupant (?), Bill, like the ground-hog when he sees his shadow, withdrew to his dormitorium.

A dormitory.

The several apartments, I, M, are the cubicula or dormitoria, and those used by the family, termed exedrae and oeci. […] G […] and H are cubicula, the smaller of which are the dormitoria.

Hence we see their necropolis called Dormitorium (κοιμητήριον), and S. Jerome expresses the sentiment of the faithful and the Fathers both of East and West, when he says in his letter to Theodosius “in Christianis mors non est mors, sed dormitio, sed somnus.” “Among Christians death is not death, but a taking of rest, a sleep.” […] The “Apostolic Constitutions” say: “Assemble in the dormitoria, reading the holy books, and singing for the martyrs who are fallen asleep, and for all the saints from the beginning of the world, and for your brethren that are asleep in the Lord, and offer the acceptable Eucharist, the representation of the regal body of Christ, both in your churches and in the dormitoria; and in the funerals of those who have fallen asleep, follow them with the singing of psalms, if they were faithful in the Lord.”

A dormitory.

Here without question was a monastic settlement. It was hard to evade the Latin names (as if Roman devotion had invented the monastic life): the refectorium, with its lector’s reading-stand, the capella, the lavatorium, the dormitoria, they were all very recognizably there.

As the monks followed a path that took them to their dormitorium, I trotted over to the side to watch the black parade. […] Donatus headed toward the dormitorium with most of the brothers, but Vitalis separated from the pack and went out the south entrance. […] I waited until he was about to round the corner of the church, then I quickly followed. He was walking briskly toward the dormitorium, pounding his fist into his palm.