For three seconds only. The next thing that the rabble saw as they craned over the cliff was St. Piran floating quietly out to sea on the millstone, for all the world as if on a life-belt, and untying his bonds to use for a fishing-line! You see, this millstone had been made of cork originally, and was only half petrified; and the old boy had just beguiled them. When he had finished undoing the cords, he stood up and bowed to them all very politely.
"Visible Manes av Support, me childher--merely Visible Manes av Support!" he called back.
"Twas a sunshiny day, and while St. Piran chuckled the sea twinkled all over with the jest. As for the crowd on the cliff, it looked for five minutes as if the saint had petrified them harder than the millstone. Then, as Tim Coolin told his wife, Mary Dogherty, that same evening, they dispersed promiscuously in groups of one each.
Meanwhile, the tides were bearing St. Piran and his millstone out into the Atlantic, and he whiffed for mackerel all the way. And on the morrow a stiff breeze sprang up and blew him sou"-sou-west until he spied land; and so he stepped ash.o.r.e on the Cornish coast.
In Cornwall he lived many years till he died: and to this day there are three places named after him--Perranaworthal, Perranuthno and Perranzabuloe. But it was in the last named that he took most delight, because at Perranzabuloe (Perochia Sti. Pirani in Sabulo) there was nothing but sand to distract him from the Study of Objects that Presented Themselves to his Notice: for he had given up miracles. So he sat on the sands and taught the Cornish people how to be idle. Also he discovered tin for them; but that was an accident.
II.--SAINT PIRAN AND THE VISITATION.
A full fifty years had St. Piran dwelt among the sandhills between Perranzabuloe and the sea before any big rush of saints began to pour into Cornwall: for "twas not till the old man had discovered tin for us that they sprang up thick as blackberries all over the county; so that in a way St. Piran had only himself to blame when his idle ways grew to be a scandal by comparison with the push and bustle of the newcomers.
Never a notion had he that, from Rome to Land"s End, all his holy brethren were holding up their hands over his case. He sat in his cottage above the sands at Perranzabuloe and dozed to the hum of the breakers, in charity with all his parishioners, to whom his money was large as the salt wind; for his sleeping partnership in the tin-streaming business brought him a tidy income. And the folk knew that if ever they wanted religion, they had only to knock and ask for it.
But one fine morning, an hour before noon, the whole parish sprang to its feet at the sound of a horn. The blast was twice repeated, and came from the little cottage across the sands.
""Tis the blessed saint"s cow-horn!" they told each other. "Sure the dear man must be in the article of death!" And they hurried off to the cottage, man, woman, and child: for "twas thirty years at least since the horn had last been sounded.
They pushed open the door, and there sat St. Piran in his arm-chair, looking good for another twenty years, but considerably fl.u.s.tered. His cheeks were red, and his fingers clutched the cow-horn nervously.
"Andrew Penhaligon," said he to the first man that entered, "go you out and ring the church bell."
Off ran Andrew Penhaligon. "But, blessed father of us," said one or two, "we"re all _here_! There"s no call to ring the church bell, seem"
you"re neither dead nor afire, blessamercy!"
"Oh, if you"re all here, that alters the case; for "tis only a proclamation I have to give out at present. To-morrow mornin"--Glory be to G.o.d!--I give warnin" that Divine service will take place in the parish church."
"You"re sartin you bain"t feelin" poorly, St. Piran dear?" asked one of the women.
"Thank you, Tidy Mennear, I"m enjoyin" health. But, as I was sayin", the parish church "ll be needed to-morrow, an" so you"d best set to and clean out the edifice: for I"m thinkin"," he added, "it"ll be needin" that."
"To be sure, St. Piran dear, we"ll humour ye."
""Tisn" that at all," the saint answered; "but I"ve had a vision."
"Don"t you often?"
"H"m! but this was a peculiar vision; or maybe a bit of a birdeen whispered it into my ear. Anyway, "twas revealed to me just now in a dream that I stood on the lawn at Bodmin Priory, and peeped in at the Priory window. An" there in the long hall sat all the saints together at a big table covered with red baize and plotted against us. There was St. Petroc in the chair, with St. Guron by his side, an" St. Neot, St. Udy, St. Teath, St. Keverne, St. Wen, St. Probus, St. Enodar, St.
Just, St. Fimbarrus, St. Clether, St. Germoe, St. Veryan, St. Winnock, St. Minver, St. Anthony, with the virgins Grace, and Sinara, and Iva--the whole pa.s.sel of "em. An" they were agreein" there was no holiness left in this parish of mine; an" speakin" shame of me, my childer--of me, that have banked your consciences these fifty years, and always been able to pay on demand: the more by token that I kept a big reserve, an" you knew it. Answer me: when was there ever a panic in Perranzabuloe? ""Twas all very well," said St. Neot, when his turn came to speak, "but this state o" things ought to be exposed." He"s as big as bull"s beef, is St. Neot, ever since he worked that miracle over the fishes, an" reckons he can disparage an old man who was makin" millstones to float when he was suckin" a coral. But the upshot is, they"re goin" to pay us a Visitation to-morrow, by surprise. And, if only for the parish credit, we"ll be even wid um, by dad!"
St. Piran still lapsed into his native brogue when strongly excited.
But he had hardly done when Andrew Penhaligon came running in--
"St. Piran, honey, I"ve searched everywhere; an" be hanged to me if I can find the church at all!"
"Fwhat"s become av ut?" cried the saint, sitting up sharply.
"How should I know? But devil a trace can I see!"
"Now, look here," St. Piran said; "the church was there, right enough."
"That"s a true word," spoke up an old man, "for I mind it well. An elegant tower it had, an" a shingle roof."
"Spake up, now," said the saint, glaring around; "fwich av ye"s gone an" misbestowed me parush church? For I won"t believe," he said, "that it"s any worse than carelussness--at laste, not yet-a-bit."
Some remembered the church, and some did not: but the faces of all were clear of guilt. They trooped out on the sands to search.
Now, the sands by Perranzabuloe are for ever shifting and driving before the northerly and nor"-westerly gales; and in time had heaped themselves up and covered the building out of sight. To guess this took the saint less time than you can wink your eye in; but the bother was that no one remembered exactly where the church, had stood, and as there were two score at least of tall mounds along the sh.o.r.e, and all of pretty equal height, there was no knowing where to dig. To uncover them all was a job to last till doomsday.
"Blur-an"-agurs, but it"s ruined I am!" cried St. Piran. "An" the Visitashun no further away than to-morra at tin a.m.!" He wrung his hands, then caught up a spade, and began digging like a madman.
They searched all day, and with lanterns all the night through: they searched from Ligger Point to Porth Towan: but came on never a sign of the missing church.
"If it only had a spire," one said, "there"d be some chance." But as far as could be recollected, the building had a dumpy tower.
"Once caught, twice shy," said another; "let us find it this once, an"
next time we"ll have landmarks to dig it out by."
It was at sunrise that St. Piran, worn-out and heart-sick, let fall his spade and spoke from one of the tall mounds, where he had been digging for an hour.
"My children," he began, and the men uncovered their heads, "my children, we are going to be disgraced this day, and the best we can do is to pray that we may take it like men. Let us pray."
He knelt down on the great sand-hill, and the men and women around dropped on their knees also. And then St. Piran put up the prayer that has made his name famous all the world over.
_THE PRAYER OF ST. PIRAN.
Harr us, O Lord, and be debonair: for ours is a particular case. We are not like the men of St. Neot or the men of St. Udy, who are for ever importuning Thee upon the least occasion, praying at all hours and every day of the week. Thou knowest it is only with extreme cause that we bring ourselves to trouble Thee. Therefore regard our moderation in time past, and be instant to help us now. Amen_.
There was silence for a full minute as he ceased; and then the kneeling parishioners lifted their eyes towards the top of the mound.
St. Piran was nowhere to be seen!
They stared into each other"s faces. For a while not a sound was uttered. Then a woman began to sob--
"We"ve lost "en! We"ve lost "en!"
"Like Enoch, he"s been taken!"
"Taken up in a chariot an" horses o" fire. Did any see "en go?"
"An" what"ll we do without "en? Holy St. Piran, come back to us!"
"Hullo! hush a bit an" hearken!" cried Andrew Penhaligon, lifting a hand.
They were silent, and listening as he commanded, heard a m.u.f.fled voice and a faint, calling as it were from the bowels of the earth.