nis ejus omnes,
namque psalmos, et ymnos et Apocalipsi, ac omnia cantica spiritualia
scripturarum cotidie (quotidie) decantabat seu in uno loco seu in itinere
gradiens. From vespers on Sunday night until tierce on Monday Patrick
would not come from the place where he might be.

One Sunday Patrick was in a cold, damp place, when great rain fell on the
earth, but it rained not in the spot where Patrick was, sicut in concha
et vellere Gideoni accederat. It was a custom with Patrick to place the
cross of Christ over himself one hundred times each day and night; and he
would go aside from his path, even though the cross were one thousand
paces away, provided that he saw it or knew it to be in his vicinity;
whether he was in a chariot or on a horse, he would proceed to each
cross. One day Patrick omitted to visit a cross which was on his way,
but he knew not that it was there. His charioteer said to him in the
evening: "You left a cross which was on your way to-day without
visiting." Patrick left his guest-house and his dinner, and went back to
the cross. When Patrick was praying at the cross, "This is a sepulchre,"
said Patrick; "who was buried here?" A voice answered out of the
sepulchre: "I am a poor pagan," it said, "and I was buried here; whilst
living, I was injuring my soul until I died; and I was buried here
afterwards." "What was the reason," asked Patrick, "that the sign of
Christianity--_i.e._, the cross--was placed over thy grave?" "This,"
answered the voice: "a certain woman that was in foreign lands, and her
son was buried here in this country in her absence; and she came from
foreign lands, and placed this cross over my grave. She thought it was
over the grave of her son it was placed; for she was not able through
grief to recognize her son's grave." "This is the reason that I missed
the cross," said Patrick--"_i.e._, its being over the grave of a pagan."
The cross was afterwards raised by Patrick over the Christian's grave.

One time Patrick's charioteer wanted his horses; he could not find them,
owing to the darkness of the night. Patrick lifted up his hand; his five
fingers illuminated all the place as if they were five torches, and the
horses were immediately found.

Patrick went across the Muaidh to Hy-Amhalghaidh; the twelve sons of
Amhalgaidh, son of Fiachra, son of Eochaidh, came to meet him, viz.,
Aengus, Fergus, Fedhlimidh, Enna Crom, Enna Cullom, Connac, Cairbre,
Echui Dianimh, Oena, Eo