Flesh and Blood, the manner in which He gave It was of quite
secondary importance.

It would have astounded us to be in his place in the little Lutheran
church that morning. We try to fancy how we should feel, if we too
saw a host of angels approach us. Yet every day we may avail
ourselves of that more wonderful miracle, before which even visions
of angels pale - the miracle of having God Himself for our Meat and
Drink.

That day brought him to Dillingen and Peter Canisius, the "Watch-dog
of Germany," as he was called, for his vigilance against heresy.
Canisius read the letter of Father Antoni, and listened to
Stanislaus' story. It was all quite wonderful. As the boy talked,
Canisius looked at him and studied him: not quite seventeen, lively,
handsome, full of spirit and daring, quick in speech, eager,
affectionate, pious.

You might call Canisius a man of war, an old veteran. His hair had
grown gray in battles of the soul, in fighting back heresy, in
strengthening weak hearts through that age of trial. He knew the
value of enthusiasm, but he knew its weakness, too.

"A very taking lad," he thought to himself. "He flashes like a
rapier. But will his metal stand hard use?"

It was the thought of common sense. He did not mistrust Stanislaus.
But, on the other hand, what did he know about him? He had not much
to go by as yet; only Antoni's letter, and the boy's engaging
presence. He would take no definite step about admitting Stanislaus