The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-04-20

brother at batting their father. looked
proudly on young Tim, who now drew
forth several sheets of paper.
This Is the i72d miracle narrated by
Jocelyn," said young Tim Il made a copy
OF II, for it was not possible 10 fetch the
book home. But patiently compared my
copy with the book, and here 1t is, word
Tor word, without change OF a letter"
Then he read:
The demons grleved for their lost do
minion and assalling the saint. they tor
mented him in his prayers and his fast
ings, and they futtered around him like
birds of the blacklist hue, fearful in their
form and hugeness and their multitude,
and striving with horrible chatterlngs to
prevent his prayer. A long time they dis
turbed the man of God Patrick being
armed with His grace and aided by His
protection, made the sign of the cross and
drove far from him those deadly birds and
by the continual sounding of his cymbal
utterly banished them forth of the island.
And being so driven away, they flew be-
yond the sea, and being divided into troops
among the islands, which are alien unto
the faith and love of God, they do there
abide and practice their decisions. But
from that time forward, even unto this
time, all venomous creatures, all families
of demons have through the merits of the
BIdytHS VI tHt uiOGt nOiy EilttNiy
ceased to live in Hybernia. And the GYM
bal of the saint. which from his frequent
percussions thereof appeared In one part
broken, was afterward repaired by an an
gels hand and the mark is behld on II at
this day. Likewise on the summit of this
mountain many are wont to watch and to
fast. conceiving that they will never after
enter the gates of hell. the which benefit
they account to be obtained by them of
.rh In &c "A
Patrick. And some who have thereon
passed the night relate that they have suf-
fered grlevous torrents whereby they
think themselves purified of all their sins.
For such a cause many call the place the
Purgatory of 81. Patrick.
Nothing in that" said young Tim,
'about snakes. And nobody would thinS
of laying at the door of 81. Patrick the
fact that there were not any snakes In
ireland. But the credence 70 be given 10
Jocelyn and his life OF st. Patrick ~ an
other little matter that requires considera-
ton right here" continued Tim, wrapped
llp In his subject ",rhey are not so inn
portant, however, as this story OF ST. Pat
rick and the snakes. He says Sc Patrick
was born March II and lived 123 years.
We celebrated his birthday on March IL.
Jocelyn is off his center when he says that,
or we are astray, for you know the count
since ST. Patrick lived. Jocelyn says.
that st. Patrick was man of small stat
ure, and that he wore white cowl and,
like ST. Paul, toiled INCREASINGLY. He builh
700 churches and made $50 bishops and or
,Iained 5000 priests, and as for the num-
Der of persons he converted, Jocelyn final
Iy had to say, God alone knows that.s
He does say that he raised 300 dead men
10 life, some having been dead and buried
many years What's the use of going for
this good man too harshly? Just listen to
what he saye of his own writings" and
young Tim read this
We will endeavor by reducing them TO
order to collect what are confused; when
collected to compose them into volume.
And when composed TO season them, II not
with all the excellence of our language
az least with some OF Its elegance. We
should learn to clear away the superfiu-
Gus. extinguish the false and illumine the
obscure But II any snake In the way, or
serpent in the path, shall really accuse us
hAein OF presumption and shall attack our
hand with viper tooth. yet do we collect
the olive twigs for the fire and cast the
viper into the flames. We little regard the
tongue of the scorner and the slanderer.'
for IL we are to be judged of such we,
with the Apostle Paul set them at small
account and leave them to the Divine
judgment"
And so you can see upon what a foun-
dalton rests the story of st. Patrick BAN
fishing the snakes" concluded young Tim.
slowing away his papers, pride nlantling
his brow and his mother lookNg at him
with dubious glance.
McGroarty relaxed his hold upon the
arms of his chair. His girls gathered
about young Tim, as IL to protect him
from the rising wrath of his father. Plead
ingly looking at the latter. Tim. con
sclous that he was spreading the light
was. like all such folks, ready for any
thing that same along.
old McGroarty broke into tears, and fall
ing backward into the armchair, cried our,
more in sorrow that I'm anger
Just TO think that ! should live all
these days, and then 10 be baited by my
own son. God have mercy on me-"
And they left him there. weeping, and
sought their beds.