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Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1912. Not illustrated. Excerpt: … THE SERVANT OF THE POOR San Juan de Dios–Saint John of God–this was the name by which a baby, born in a Portuguese town in 1495, afterwards became known throughout the whole of Christendom. His father and mother were so poor that they could not afford to send him to school, and though this was a great grief to them, it was a joy to little John, who thought how much better off he was than his companions in not having to learn all sorts of tiresome things. To be sure, he was now and then called away from his play to receive some simple teaching from his father, but it was little indeed that the good man knew, and the boy was soon free to roam into the country and watch the birds flying and the flowers growing. Luckily, John was not a stupid child; he used his eyes and ears, and picked up, one way and another, a surprising deal of knowledge, and his parents took care that he went regularly to church. Things went on in this manner till John was nine, and then one day a knock was heard at the house door, and he was bidden by his mother to open it. A priest was standing there–well, there was nothing very unusual in that, and the boy little guessed that his whole future depended on whether his mother would grant the traveller’s prayer for food and shelter, or whether she would bid him seek them elsewhere. But the moment she knew that it was a priest who was asking hospitality, John’s mother left the soup she was stirring and hurried to give him welcome. ‘Come in, come in, ’ she said. ‘It is little enough we have, but gladly will we share it with you.’ And the priest entered the house, and seemed in no hurry to leave it. Now the father was out all day at his work, and his wife had a thousand things to do at home–cooking and washing and cleaning and mending–and well-plea…
