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In Art he should be represented with a quern and a crown 

 at his feet. 



S. CoRENTiNE, Abbot, Confessor. 



This Saint was the son of one of the refugees from Britain 

 in the 5th century. He retired into a solitude in Plou-Modiern 

 in Armorican Cornouaille, and was granted lands by G-rallo. 

 He is reckoned the first Bishop of Quimper, and he signed the 

 Canons of the Council of Angers in 453. Among these was one 

 condemning " those vagabond monks who ramble about un- 

 necessarily, and without letters of recommendation," a blow 

 levelled against the Celtic Saints, who were greatly addicted to 

 this rambling, but who did so to good purpose, for the establish- 

 ment of lanns or religious centres for the several clans or tribes. 



Corentine had a little pool, with a spring of water in it, near 

 his cell. By a special miracle, a fish lived in this basin, which 

 served Corentine with a meal every day. He put his hand into 

 the water, drew out the fish, cut off as much of its flesh as he 

 wanted, and then threw it back into the spring, where it 

 recovered itself before his next meal. There was a lame priest, 

 a hermit, named Primael, who had a chapel at Chateau-neuf-de- 

 Faon. Corentine went to visit him. He slept the night at his 

 hermitage, and next morning, Primael went to fetch water from 

 the spring, which was at some distance. As the old man was 

 lame, and the way was long, Corentine pitied him, and driving 

 his stafl into the ground, elicited a bubbling fountain at the 

 hermit's door. 



Two eminent saints visited him one day. Corentine was in 

 despair. He had flour, and could give them pancakes for dinner, 

 but pancakes, before it was understood how to season them with 

 sugar, nutmeg, and lemon, were thought to be very insipid. He 

 went to his fountain to have a look at his fish. It would be 

 killing the goose that laid the golden eggs, if he broiled for his 

 visitors the entire fish. But, to his great joy, he found the 

 spring full of plump eels. He cooked them for dinner in light 

 wine ; and his visitors left, licking their lips, and praising 

 heaven for having given them so dainty a meal. 



