, and presented himself before the astonished gaze of
Francis.

"The convent is founded at Bologna," he said, "send other brothers
there to keep it up, I can no longer be of any use; indeed, I fear me
that the too great honors I receive might make me lose more than I
could gain."

Francis, who had heard a great deal of the honor and praise that had
been lavished upon Bernardo, thanked God that He had revealed to him
the danger his soul was in, and sent someone else to Bologna.

[Sidenote: _Elias._]

In striking contrast to Bernardo was Elias. Elias was quite as clever
and brilliant a man as Bernardo, but he never seems to have become
really sanctified. His pride was a constant stumbling-block, and was
for ever appearing in some new shape or other. Sometimes it would be
in an over-weening desire to rule, and then his rule would go far and
beyond that of Francis', in fastings, and similar austerities. Again,
we have a picture of him arraying himself in a garment of soft cloth,
which could only be said to be "modelled" after that worn by his
brethren. Finally, he lapsed altogether, declared that his health was
too delicate to stand coarse food and plain living, and left the
Order. For some time he was an open backslider, but it is currently
supposed he was converted before he died. The story of his life is a
sad one. Looking back over these lapse of years, one can easily see
what he might have been, and how painfully he fell short. The grace of
humility never adorned his character for long. He could not see that
in God's sight he was less than least, for him it was impossible--

"To lay his intellectual treasure,
At the low footstool of the Crucified."

Egidio always remained faithful to his first trust. He also never
wavered, never looked back. In the different glimpses we get of his
life, we see very clearly the mode of living prescribed by Francis.
His intention was never that his disciples were to live on charity,
but that they should work for their bread, money being totally
forbidden. Work brought them down to the level of the common people,
and on the same plane they could more easily reach their hearts and
consciences.

[Sidenote: _A Question._]

Egidio, refined and educated though he undoubtedly was, seems to have
been able to put his hand to anything. When on a pilgrimage to the
Holy Land, he was detained at Brindisi, he borrowed a water jug, and,
filling it, went round the town selling water,