At noon, one day, a young peasant sat by the side of a wood, and, sighing, prayed the gods to give him a morsel of food. A dwarf suddenly emerged from the wood, and told him that his prayer should be fulfilled. He then gave him the pouch that he had on his side, with the assurance that he would always find in it wherewithal to satisfy his thirst and hunger, charging him, at the same time, not to consume it all, and to share with any one who asked him for food. The dwarf vanished, and the peasant put his hand into the pouch to make a trial of it, and there he found a cake of new bread, a cheese, and a bottle of wine, on which he made a hearty meal. He then saw that the pouch swelled up as before, and, looking in, he found that it was again full of bread, cheese and wine. He now felt sure of his food, and he lived on in an idle, luxurious way, without doing any work. One day, as he was gorging himself, there came up to him a feeble old man, who prayed him to give him a morsel to eat. He refused in a brutal, churlish tone, when instantly the bread and cheese broke, and scattered out of his hands, and pouch and all vanished. CHRISTIANIZING THE SAXONS. According to widely-accepted tradition, when but a young deacon, Gregory the Great had noted the white bodies, the fair faces and the golden hair of some youths who stood bound in the market-place at Rome. “From what country do these slaves come?” he asked the traders who held them. “They are English, Angles!” the slave-dealers answered. The deacon’s pity veiled itself in poetic humor. “Not Angles, but angels,” he said, “with faces so angel-like! From what country come they?” “They come,” said the merchants, “from Deira.” “De irâ!” was the untranslatable reply; “aye, plucked from God’s ire, and called to Christ’s mercy! And what is the name of their king?” “Ælla,” they told him; and Gregory seized on the words as a good omen. “Alleluia shall be sung there,” he cried, and passed on, musing how the angel-faces should be brought to sing it.