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LIFE OF SAINT GERARD MAJELLA

              lesson. So he deliberately told the horse to take the shoes off again,
              that there might be nothing for which to pay.  The animal stepped
              forward,  shook  its  hoofs,  and  lo!  the  shoes  fell  to  the  earth.  The
              blacksmith  was  struck  mute  with  astonishment.  But  after  a  few
              moments, as he saw the figure of Saint Gerard  riding away on his
              unshod steed and gradually disappearing in the distance, he called out
              loudly:
                 “Gerard, Gerard, will you come back for one instant?”
                 Brother Gerard, however, was not thus to be brought back, He
              proceeded quietly on his journey.
                 The servant of God had but to call the little birds, and they would
              come flocking round him and perch on his hand. We are told that the
              young nephew of a certain priest, Don Salvatore by name, had a bird
              given to him which he kept in a cage in his room. Gerard, pitying it in
              its unnatural captivity, opened the cage and let it fly happily away. But
              as the child began to cry bitterly at the loss of his pet, Gerard went to
              the window, and called out:
                 “Come back, little bird, come back, the child is crying. He wants
              you.”
                 Back  came  the  little  creature,  obedient  to  the  voice  of  Gerard,
              who restored it to its owner.
                 On another occasion, when on his way to Corato, the Saint met a
              small  farmer  who  was  in  great  distress.  The  field-mice  were
              destroying all the  produce of his land, on which he was absolutely
              dependent for the support of his family. Saint Gerard's tender heart
              was  filled  with  compassion  for  the  sad  condition  of  these  poor
              people. Accordingly, he asked  the farmer whether  he would prefer
              the mice to die, or would he have them go elsewhere?
                 “Let them all die,” was the decisive answer that came without a
              moment's hesitation.
                 “Very well!” assented Gerard.
                 He then raised his hand, and made the sign of the Cross in the
              direction of the field. That same instant its surface was strewn with
              dead  and  dying  mice.  Amazed  at  the  wonderful  sight  that  met  his
              view,  our  farmer,  beside  himself  with  delight,  went  full  haste  into
              Corato,  spreading  the  news  far  and  wide  that  a  great  Saint  would
              soon be in the town.
                 We will now relate a miracle of another kind. The holy Brother
              once went into a strange house and asked for something to eat. He



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