A tree crushes the enemies of Saint Martin; a dog lets loose a hare, and a great fire ceases to burn at his command.

Mary the Egyptian walks upon the sea; honey-bees fly from the mouth of Ambrosius at his birth.
Continually saints cure diseases of the eye, withered limbs, paralysis, leprosy, and especially the plague.

There is no disease that resists the sign of the Cross.

In a crowd, the suffering and the feeble are placed together, that they may be cured in a mass, as if by a thunderbolt.
Death itself is conquered, and resurrections are so frequent that they become quite an everyday affair.

And when the saints themselves are dead the wonders do not cease, but are redoubled, and are like perennial flowers which spring from their tombs.