Crispin and Crispinian

Yeah, lambs love spring.

And happy St. Crispin's Day.

St. Crispin's? Is that like

a brand of crispy chips?

No. St. Crispin is the patron saint of cobblers.

What's a cobbler? A cobbler is someone who makes shoes.

Oh, I don't...

Is there a patron saint of hooves? No.

Join us each day as we share the story of a unique Saint in three minutes or less.

Today's Saint is Saints Crispin and Crispinian.

Saints Crispin and Crispinian, who died in 286 AD, were brothers, believed to be twins from a noble Roman family.

They were Christians and went as missionaries into Gaul, present day France.

Taking the Apostle Saint Paul as their example, they earned their living through a trade, dividing their time between ministry and work.

Their craft was shoemaking, and because they asked little pay for their shoes, they were loved and esteemed by all.

Crispin and Crispinian used their work as an opportunity to share the Christian faith with the pagans they encountered, and many were converted through their witness.

During the persecution of the Roman Emperor Diocletian, they were denounced as Christians and brought before the Co-Emperor, Maximinus Hercules.

In this Jerusalem shall Hardy die.

And gentlemen of England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhood cheap while any speaks Who fought with us upon St. Crispin's day.

Let me come in where you sit weeping, I, Let me who have not any child to die Weep with you for the little one whose love I have known nothing of.

The little arms that slowly, slowly loosed Their pressure round your neck, the hands you used To kiss, such arms, such hands I never knew.

Ooh, let's read the blurb, shall we? So, "The year is 1883 and Emma M.

Lyon has returned to her London neighborhood of St Crispin's.

But Emma's plans for a charmed and studious life are sabotaged by her eccentric u- cousin Archibald, her formidable Aunt Eugenia, and the slightly odd denizens of St Crispin's.

Armed with wit and ready amusement, Emma documents the curious realities of her life at Lapis Lazuli House.

Emma M. Lyon-"

He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'Tomorrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.

And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names.

Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.

This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Hey guys, Lady Luck here.

I just love the fall season, crisp mornings, pumpkin spice latte, and it's the best time to cozy up and play SpinQuest.

This day is called the Feast of Crispian.

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tiptoe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.