Here is this blind Saxon, whom you cannot cure, but on whose eyes I will manifest my power, in order to show the difference between the true and the false church;' and forthwith, with the assistance of a handkerchief and a little hot water, he opened the eyes of the barbarian.

So we manage matters! A pretty church, that old British church, which could not work miracles--quite as helpless as the modern one.

The fools! was birdlime so scarce a thing amongst them ?--and were the properties of warm water so unknown to them, that they could not close a pair of eyes and open them ?" "It's a pity," said I, "that the British clergy at that interview with Austin, did not bring forward a blind Welshman, and ask the monk to operate upon him." "Clearly," said the man in black; "that's what they ought to have done; but they were fools without a single resource." Here he took a sip at his glass.
"But they did not believe in the miracle ?" said I.
"And what did their not believing avail them ?" said the man in black.
"Austin remained master of the field, and they went away holding their heads down, and muttering to themselves.

What a fine subject for a painting would be Austin's opening the eyes of the Saxon barbarian, and the discomfiture of the British clergy! I wonder it has not been painted!--he! he!" "I suppose your church still performs miracles occasionally ?" said I.
"It does," said the man in black.

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