sarcophagus, most probably covered with vine and ivy leaves, with
nymphs and satyrs, long since consecrated with holy water to a new
and better use. Inside that lies the saint, asleep, yet ever awake.
So they had best consider in whose presence they are, and fear God
and St. Quemdeusvult, and cast away the seven deadly sins wherewith
they are defiled; for the saint is a righteous man, and died for
righteousness' sake; and those who rob the orphan and the widow, and
put the fatherless to death, them he cannot abide; and them he will
watch like an eagle of the sky, and track like a wolf of the wood,
fill he punishes them with a great destruction. In short, the bishop
preaches to the king and his men a right noble and valiant sermon,
calling things by their true names without fear or favour, and
assuming, on the mere strength of being in the right, a tone of calm
superiority which makes the strong armed men blush and tremble before
the weak and helpless one.

Yes. Spirit is stronger than flesh. 'Meekly bend thy neck,
Sicamber!' said St. Remigius to the great conquering King Clovis,
when he stept into the baptismal font--(not 'Most Gracious Majesty,'
or 'Illustrious Caesar,' or 'by the grace of God Lord of the Franks,'
but Sicamber, as a missionary might now say Maori, or Caffre,--and
yet St. Remigius's life was in Clovis's hand then and always),--'Burn
what thou hast adored, and adore what thou hast burned!' And the
terrible Clovis trembled and obeyed.

So does the wild king at the shrine of St. Quemdeusvult. He takes
his bracelet, or his jewel, and offers it civilly enough. Will the
bishop be so good as to inform the great Earl St. Quemdeusvult, that
he was not aware of his rights, or even of his name; that perhaps he
will deign to accept this jewel, which he took off the neck of a