ing forth food out of the earth, and wine that maketh glad the heart
of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth
man's heart."

And day by day the hours of sunshine were more in number. And by degrees
the green corn-ears ripened into yellow, and the yellow turned into
gold, and the abundant harvest was ready, and the laborers were not
wanting.

Then the bursting corn broke out into songs of rejoicing. "At least we
have not labored and watched in vain! Surely the earth hath yielded her
increase! Blessed be the Lord who daily loadeth us with benefits! Where
now is the Master of the Harvest? Come, let him rejoice with us!"

And the Master's wife brought out her Book and her husband read the
texts she had written even from the day when the corn-seeds were held
back by the first drought, and as he read a new heart seemed to grow
within him, a heart that was thankful to the Lord of the Great Harvest.
And he read aloud from the Book:--

"Thou visitest the earth and waterest it; thou greatly enrichest it with
the river of God which is full of water; thou preparest them corn,
when thou hast so provided for it. Thou waterest the ridges thereof
abundantly; thou settlest the furrows thereof; thou makest it soft with
showers; thou blessest the springing thereof. Thou crownest the year
with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness. They drop upon the
pastures of the wilderness, and the little hills rejoice on every side.
The pastures are clothed with flocks. The valleys also are covered over
with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.--O that men would praise
the Lord for His goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children
of men!"

SAINT CUTHBERT'S EAGLE

BY THE VENERABLE BEDE (ADAPED)

Once upon a time, the good Saint Cuthbert of Lindesfarne, went forth
from his monastery to preach to the poor. He took with him a young lad
as his only attendant. Together they walked along the dusty way. The
heat of the noonday sun beat upon their heads, and fatigue overcame
them.

"Son," said Saint Cuthbert, "do you know any one on the road, whom we
may ask for food and a place in which to rest?"

"I was just thinking the same thing," answered the lad, "but I know
nobody on the road who will entertain us. Alas! why did we not bring
along provisions? How can we proceed on our long journey without them?"

"My son," answered the saint, "learn to have trust in God, who never
will suffer those to