You are to understand, then, first of all, that the especial character of St. Martin is a serene and meek charity to all creatures. He is not a preaching saint--still less a persecuting one: not even an anxious one. Of his prayers we hear little--of his wishes, nothing. What he does always, is merely the right thing at the right moment;--rightness and kindness being in his mind one: an extremely exemplary saint, to my notion. Converted and baptized--and conscious of having seen Christ--he nevertheless gives his officers no trouble whatever--does not try to make proselytes in his cohort. "It is Christ's business, surely!--if He wants them, He may appear to them as He has to me," seems the feeling of his first baptized days. He remains seventeen years in the army, on those tranquil terms. At the end of that time, thinking it might be well to take other service, he asks for his dismissal from the Emperor Julian,--on whose accusation of faintheartedness, Martin offers, unarmed, to lead his cohort into battle, bearing only the sign of the cross. Julian takes him at his word,--keeps him in ward till time of battle comes; but, the day before he counts on putting him to that war ordeal, the barbarian enemy sends embassy with irrefusable offers of submission and peace. The story is not often dwelt upon: how far literally true, again observe, does not in the least matter;--here _is_ the lesson for ever given of the way in which a Christian soldier should meet his enemies. Which, had John Bunyan's Mr. Great-heart understood, the Celestial gates had opened by this time to many a pilgrim who has failed to hew his path up to them with the sword of sharpness. But true in some practical and effectual way the story _is_; for after a while, without any oratorizing, anathematizing, or any manner of disturbance, we find the Roman Knight made Bishop of Tours, and becoming an influence of unmixed good to all mankind, then, and afterwards. And virtually the same story is repeated of his bishop's robe as of his knight's cloak--not to be rejected because so probable an invention; for it is just as probable an act. Going, in his full robes, to say prayers in church, with one of his deacons, he came across some unhappily robeless person by the wayside; for whom he forthwith orders his deacon to provide some manner of coat, or gown. The deacon objecting that no apparel of that profane nature is under his hand, St. Martin, with his customary serenity, takes off his own episcopal stole, or whatsoever flowing stateliness it might be, throws it on the destitute shoulders, and passes on to perform indecorous public service in his waistcoat, or such mediaeval nether attire as remained to him. But, as he stood at the altar, a globe of light appeared above his head; and when he raised his bare arms with the Host--the angels were seen round him, hanging golden chains upon them, and jewels, not of the earth.