The Fishers of St DunstanI, Clemens, extol the works of the wisdom of God. How excellent, constraining us to amaze, does not, to him possessing some knowledge of geography, appear the fact that a connexion exists between the oceanus and the North Sea: through a passage, namely, between Karolingia and Engelland, on account of its narrowness in jest called ‘the sleeve’, also of course ‘the canal’, although to speak precisely only a ditch dug by the hand of man should be called a canal, and not God’s salt element, which having naught of the abiding calm of a canal is only too often lashed by storms and roused to wild blow of billows, thus teaching the sailor to pray. This is true even on larger and seaworthy ships, like that on which I a short time ago clove the waves. But when I think with w
