Baring-Gould’s sources: Roman, Galilean and Benedictine Martyrologies. Authorities: — Two lives, both by contemporary writers, one a monk in the Jura, the other a monk of Fontanelle.] S. Wandregisl, or, as he is called in French, S. Wandrille, was a son of Waldgis, a kinsman of Pepin of Landin. He was married when young to a noble maiden, Pharaildis, daughter of Hermanffed, mayor of the palace, by whom he had a daughter, S. Landrada; after that they agreed to live as monk and nun; so she clipped off the hair on his crown, and he put the veil on her head. Afterwards he returned to Montfaucon, a monastery, in or about 629; but as Dagobert, the king, could not brook that one of his nobles should embrace the religious life without his consent, he ordered Wandregisl to his presence. The young man came, and when he drew near the palace, found a poor man whose cart had been upset in the mud at the door. The courtiers passed him with contempt, or a curse, for encumbring the road. Wandregisl lifted the cart up, set the wheel on the axle, and raised the poor man, covered with mud and bruised. Then, amidst the laughter of the courtiers, he walked boldly into the king’s presence., “Loud the taunting laughter rang, Wherefore should he tear it ? ’Twas as if a small bird sang, Scarcely did he hear it. 'What will be my gnerdon now In the royal presence ? Scornful look and frowning brow, Patron saint of peasants.' Onward Vandregisl strode, Grand he looked ^nd stately; He who greatly fears his God. Fears not others greatly. Now in presence of the king, He his head is baring; Whispered words go round the ring, Of his pride and daring. Solemn pause the monarch made, Looked upon him coldly — 'Wherefore, sir, in masquerade, Comest thon thus boldly ?* At thy gate despairing; Could I on this joyful Day Pass him by uncaring ?

Taking his condition: One Poor Man of Nazareth Saved us from perdition/ Such a smile the king’s face wore Not before or after; All who stood beside the door Ceased their scornful laughter. •Look/ said he, 'and fix your gaze On the soiled raiment 5 So the world its heroes pays With a sorry payment.

Jewels fair and royal, Sent by One Who dwells afar To His servant loyal. ‘ “Prom the vanguard of His host I have long detained thee; I, because I loved thee most. All these years restrained thee. Of a kingdom vaster,— To the Father's Royal Son, Christ, thy feudal Master." 1 Wandregisl spent several years in solitude in the Jura, and as a monk at Bobbio, and finally he built and established, in 648, the great monastery of Fontanelle in Normandy, which has since borne its name, as S. Vandville. There he died after having collected about him a large assembly of monks.

Of his relics [the bodily remains of a saint, or objects they used, kept with honor] only two arms remain, one at Fontanelle, the other at Bron. Of the noble abbey, the cloisters exist, and part of the abbey turned into a factory. Of the four churches, one the great abbey church, a magnificent specimen of architecture of the 13th century, nothing remains. In 1828 much of this great church existed. Since then the proprietor, M. Cyprien Lenoir — let his name go down gibbeted to posterity — has blown it up with gunpowder.