in the same tone, and seeming to be displeased with the Father's company,
added, as it were to be rid of him, "Here, take the key of my chest; take
all my money if you will, and leave me to play my game in quiet." In the
merchant's chest were thirty thousand taes, which amount to forty-five
thousand crowns of gold. The Father took out three hundred crowns, which
were sufficient to marry the orphan maiden. Some time afterward, Veglio
counting over his money, and finding the sum was still entire, believed
the Father had not touched it, and reproached him with want of friendship
for not making use of him; whereupon Xavier protested to him, that he had
taken out three hundred crowns. "I swear to you," said Veglio, "that
not one of them is wanting; but God forgive you," added he, "my meaning
was to have parted the whole sum betwixt us; and I expected, that of my
forty-five thousand crowns, you should at least have taken the one
moiety."

Xavier, finding that Veglio had spoken very sincerely to him, and out of
a pure principle of charity, said, as a man transported out of himself by
the spirit of God; "Peter, the design you had, is a good work before the
eyes of Him, who weighs the motions and intentions of the heart; He
himself will recompence you for it, and that which you have not given,
shall be one day restored to you an hundred-fold. In the meantime, I
answer for Him, that temporal goods shall be never wanting to you; and
when you shall have misfortunes to put you backwards in the world, your
friends shall assist you with their purses. I farther declare to you,
that you shall not die without being first advertised of the day of your
death." After these predictions, Veglio was quite changed into another
man, applying himself wholly to exercises of piety; and in the condition
of a merchant, lived almost the life of a religious. What had been
foretold him, that he should have warning of his death, came frequently
into his remembrance; and he could not hinder himself one day from asking
the saint, at what time, and in what manner, it should be? The saint told
him, without pausing, "When you shall find the taste of your wine bitter,
then prepare yourself for death, and know that you have but one day more
to live."

The merchant lived in opulence and splendour, even to an extreme old age.
He had several losses in his trade, according to the chance of things
which are depending on the sea; but his friends continually relieved