The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1892-05-26

'Tis known well enough how st.
Piran crossed the sea from Ireland on
milestone, and how he landed and
settled on the north coast of Cornwall.
where he nightly improved the folks
manners and discovered tin for them
and taught them a pretty laZiness
which he called The Rapture Nv Con-
timplatin'. This was fifty years before
he grew old, and some while before any
biz rush of saints began to pour into
the country; for twas not till the tin
was discovered that they sprang up
thick as blackbcrries among Us. So
that in way twas St Piran's own
fault that his idle ways grew to be a
scandal by comparison with these bust
ling fellows.
The old man had never a notion that
all the holy men from Rome to the
Lands End were holding up their
hands over his case. He sat in his
cottage above the sands at Perranza-
buloe and dOZed to the hum of the
breakers, in charity with all his
parishioners TO whom his money was
as free as the salt wind. This sleep
inc partnership in the tin-streamimg
trade brought him in a tidy sum every
year, and growing one. for his Junior
partner, st. Chynoweth. was pushing
the busin,ss wonderfully. And the
folk knew that if ever they wanted
spiritual counsel they had only to
knock and ask for it.
But one fine morning. an hour be-
fore noon, the whole parish sprang to
its feet at the sound of a horn. The
sound was twice repeated, and came
from the little cottage across the
sands.
lis the blessed Saints cow-horn,"
they told each other. 'Sure. the dear
man must be in the article of death. y
And they hurried off to the cottage.
man, woman and child; for twas thirty
Years at least since the horn had been
sounded.
They found St Piran in his arm
chair, looking good for another twenty
years. but considerably tlustercd, and
with the cow-horn in his hands.
Andrew Penhaligon," said he to the
first man that entered, go you out and
ring the church bell"
The man ran off. But. blessed
father of us" said one or two. we're
all here. There's no call to ring the
church bell, seem you're neither dead
nor atire, bleSsamercy"
"Oh, if you're all here. that alters
the case: for It's only proclamation |
have To give you, at present. To-
morrow mornin-Glory be TO God!-
at ten in the forenoon i give warnin'
that divine service will take place in
the parish church. An so you'd best
set to and clean out the edifice, for I'm
thinkin'," he added, "it'Il be needin'
that"
You're sartin you're not fcelin'
poorly, St. Piran, dcar?' asked one of
the women.
"'Tisn't that at all, the Saint an
swered, but I've had vision"
Don't You often?"
"H'm but this was a particular
vision; or may be bit of small bird
came and whispered it into my ear.
Any way, twas revealed to me just
now in a dream that all the saints were
sittin' together at Bodim and plottin'
against us. There was st. Petroc in
the chair, an ST. Guron. ST. Neot. st.
Udy, st. Enodar. st. Fimbarrus. st.
Teath, st. Wen, st. Veryan. st. Pcobus.
st. Keyerne, st. Just-the whole paSsel
of EN-. An they We're agreein' there
was no holiness left in this parish of
mine. Twas all very well, said st.
Neot, when his turn came to speak,
but this state o things ought to be
exposed He's as big as bulls beef.
that fellow, ever since he performed
that miracle over the fishes, and
reckons he can disparagesan old man
who was maxim milt-stones to float
when he was. Just able to suck coral.
But the upshot is that they're goin' to
pay us a visitation tomorrow, by sur
prise. And. if only for the parish
credit, we'll be even wild um, by dad"
st. Piran only lapsed into his native
Irish when strongly excited.
But he had hardly done, when An
drew Renhaligon came running in
"St. Piran, dear, I've looked every
where; an be hanged to me if | can
find the church at ALL"
whats become of ut?" cried the
Saint, sitting up sharply.
How do / know' But devil trace
can | see"
at was there. I'll be sworn" said St.
Piran.
That's true word" said the old
man, for l remember it well. An
elegant tower it had, an a shingle
roof
~Spake up, now," said the Saint, glar-
ing around; (which Nv yes gone an
mislaid my parush church? For won't
believe" he said, that its any worse
than carelussnuSs-at Taste, not yet-a-
bit"
Some remembered the church, and
some did not; but the faces of all were
clear of guilt They trooped out to
search.
Now the sands by Perranzabuloe are
forever shifting and driving before the
northerly and westerly gales, and
in time had heaped themselves up and
covered the building out of sight. 1t
did E2t take TIE Saint long To guess