elped us in our need."

For the fish had piled up a stout and lasting barrier between Saint
Gudwall and the angry sea, and thenceforth he could live in his cave
safely during both summer and winter.

THE BALLAD OF SAINT GILES AND THE DEER

ALL in the forest far away
Where no one ever came,
There dwelt a good man, old and gray,--
Saint Giles the hermit's name.

His forest home a rocky cave
Beneath an aspen tree;
And for his friend Saint Giles did have
A Deer, who wandered free.

A gentle red and mottled Deer
Who made her home close by,
Who at his call came without fear,
Forgetting to be shy.

Sure never all in lovely France
Was there a Deer so tame;
Ah, but to see her start and prance
When he would call her name!

She gave him milk, his simple fare,
And browsed upon the green,
Ah, such a gentle, loving pair
I wis was never seen.

And he was happy in his cell,
And joyous 'neath his trees,
Content with woodland beasts to dwell,
His only neighbors these.

The wood was dark, the wood was grim,
And never till one day
Had human voices troubled him,
Or world-folk passed that way.

But on a dewy springtime morn
When April climbed the hill,
There came the wind of silver horn,
Halloos and whistles shrill;

The galloping of horses' feet,
The bloody bay of hounds,
Broke through the forest silence sweet
And echoed deadly sounds.

Saint Giles sat in his lonely cell,
Whenas the rout drew nigh;
But at the noise his kind heart fell
And sorrow dimmed his eye.

He loved not men who hunt to kill,
Loved not the rich and grand,
For in those days the Pagans still
Held lordship in the land.

But scarcely had he reached the door
And seized his staff of oak,
When like a billow with a roar
The chase upon him broke.

With one last hope of dear escape,
Into the open space
Bounded a light and graceful shape,
The quarry of the chase.

Al