ears' space, brother wolf died of old age: whereat the townsfolk
sorely grieved, sith marking him pass so gently through the city, they
minded them the better of the virtue and the sanctity of St. Francis.

HOW ST. FRANCIS TAMED THE WILD TURTLE-DOVES

It befell on a day that a certain young man had caught many
turtle-doves: and as he was carrying them for sale, St. Francis, who had
ever a tender pity for gentle creatures, met him, and looking on those
turtle-doves with pitying eyes, said to the youth: "I pray thee give
them me, that birds so gentle, unto which the Scripture likeneth chaste
and humble and faithful souls, may not fall into the hands of cruel men
that would kill them." Forthwith, inspired of God, he gave them all to
St. Francis; and he receiving them into his bosom, began to speak
tenderly unto them: "O my sisters, simple-minded turtle-doves, innocent
and chaste, why have ye let yourselves be caught? Now would I fain
deliver you from death and make you nests, that ye may be fruitful and
multiply, according to the commandments of your Creator." And St.
Francis went and made nests for them all: and they abiding therein,
began to lay their eggs and hatch them before the eyes of the brothers:
and so tame were they, they dwelt with St. Francis and all the other
brothers as though they had been fowls that had always fed from their
hands, and never did they go away until St. Francis with his blessing
gave them leave to go. And to the young man who had given them to him,
St. Francis said: "My little son, thou wilt yet be a brother in this
Order and do precious service unto Jesu Christ." And so it came to pass;
for the said youth became a brother and lived in the Order in great
sanctity.

SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA

Where the remote Bermudas ride
In the ocean's bosom unespied,
From a small boat that row'd along
The listening winds received this song:
"What should we do but sing His praise
That led us through the watery maze
Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks
That lift the deep upon their backs,
Unto an isle so long unknown,
And yet far kinder than our own?
He lands us on a grassy stage,
Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage:
He gave us this eternal spring
Which here enamels everything,
And sends the fowls to us in care
On daily visits through the air.
He hangs in shades the orange bright
Like golden lamps in a green night,
And does in the pomegranates close
Jewels more rich than O