SAINT FRANCIS OF ASSISISAINT FRANCIS OF ASSISI
So one warm September day he went with some of his chosen brethren to take possession of their new home. They left the villages, the farms, and at last even the scattered shepherds' huts far below and behind them, and came into the quiet of the Italian hills.They climbed and climbed over the rocks and along the ravines, till they came in sight of the bald summit where Francis was to dwell. And here in happy weariness hepaused to rest under an oak-tree and look about upon the beautiful scene.
But suddenly the air was filled with music, a chorus of trills and quavers and carols of the wildest joy. Then the air grew dark with whirring wings. The birds of the mountain were coming from everywhere to welcome home their brother. They flew to him by hundreds, perching on his head and shoulders; and when every other spot was covered they twittered into the hood of his brown mantle. The brothers stood about, wondering greatly, although they had seen Saint Francis in some such plight before. But the peasant who led the ass which had brought Saint Francis so far stood like one turned to stone, unable to believe his eyes. Here was a miracle the like of which he had never dreamed.
But Saint Francis was filled with gladness. "Dearest brethren," he said, "I think it must be pleasant to our Lord that we should dwell in this solitary place, since our brothers and sisters the birds are so glad of our coming."
And indeed, how could they help being glad of his coming, the dear, kind Saint?And how they hovered around the shelter of branches which the brethren built for him under a beech-tree on the very mountain top! One can picture them at morning, noon, and night joining in his songs of praise, or keeping polite silence while the holy man talked with God.
Many wonderful things happened upon the Monte Alverno while Saint Francis dwelt there. But none were more wonderful than the great love of Francis himself; his love which was so big and so wide that it wrapped the whole round world, binding all creatures more closely in a common brotherhood.
So that every man and every bird and every beast that lives ought to love the name of that dear Saint, their childlike, simple, happy little brother, Saint Francis of Assisi.
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Here follow the Days ofthe Saints and theirBeasts
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Jan. 4.Saint Rigobert.Jan. 13.Saint Kentigern.Jan. 14.Saint Felix.Jan. 18.Saint Prisca.Jan. 19.Saint Launomar.Feb. 1.Saint Bridget.Feb. 3.BracketSaint WerburghSaint Blaise.Feb. 9.Saint Athracta.Feb. 14.Saint Berach.March 5.Saint Gerasimus.March 20.Saint Cuthbert.April 14.Saint Fronto.May 10.Saint Comgall.June 6.Saint Gudwall.June 17.Saint Hervé.August 1.Saint Keneth.Sept. 1.Saint Giles.Sept. 12.Saint Ailbe.Oct. 4.Saint Francis.
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Transcriber's Notes:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.Page 60-61, word split across pages had a dittograph. Extra "pro" was removed (she heard a prodigious) Original read: (she heard a pro-{page break}prodigious)Page 62, a paragraph break was inserted in the text before the line beginning: "A fox must have stolen it," he said guiltily.
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Page 60-61, word split across pages had a dittograph. Extra "pro" was removed (she heard a prodigious) Original read: (she heard a pro-{page break}prodigious)
Page 62, a paragraph break was inserted in the text before the line beginning: "A fox must have stolen it," he said guiltily.