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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/LXII Mother—

LXII
To Mrs. G. W. Hale
THOUSAND ISLAND PARK, N.Y.
C/O MISS DUTCHER
July 3, 1895
DEAR MOTHER —
Herewith I send you the bill of landing and the inventory of the goods sent from India. The duty, as you will find, has been prepaid, so there is no botheration on that score. The goods have reached Hull.[6]* They will be here by the middle of this month. And if you see a letter with the Morris American Express Co. name on the envelope, tear it open. You need not forward it to me, for that will be the notice of arrival to Chicago. I am sure Dewanji's carpets were too small, but why do you not write to me about the duty if you had to pay it? I insist upon paying it myself. The Raja's things seem to come very quick. I am so glad too I will have something to present to Mrs. Bagley, Mrs. Bull, etc.
[Enclosed in the above letter was the following note.]
541 DEARBORNAVE.
CHICAGO.
TO THE MORRIS EXPRESS CO.—
DEAR SIR,
Please permit Mrs. G. W. Hale of 541 Dearborn Ave., Chicago, to act for me about the goods sent to me from India and receive the same.
I have the honor to be, sir, your most obedient servant,
SWAMI VIVEKANANDA
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/LIX Mother

LIX
Mrs. Ole Bull
4th June '95
DEAR MOTHER
Today I leave New York at 5 p.m. by steamer with Mr. Leggett.
The classes were closed on Saturday last [June 1] and so far the work has been very successful, no small part of which is due to you.
Ever praying for you and yours,
I am ever your faithful Son,
VIVEKANANDA
P.S. I will acquaint you with my whereabouts as soon as I know it myself.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/LVII Mother

LVII
To Mrs. Ole Bull
NEW YORK
The 28th May '95
DEAR MOTHER,
Your last kind letter to hand. This week will be the last of my classes. I am going next Tuesday with Mr. Leggett to Maine. He has a fine lake and a forest there. I will be two or three weeks there.[6]* Thence I go to the Thousand Islands. Also I have an invitation to speak at a parliament of religions at Toronto, Canada, on July 18th. I will go there from Thousand Islands and return back.
So far everything is going on well with me.
Ever your grateful son,
VIVEKANANDA
P.S. My regards and love to your daughter and pray for her speedy recovery.
V.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/LI Mother

LI
To Mrs. G. W. Hale
[54 W. 33RD ST., NEW YORK]
14 March 1895
DEAR MOTHER,
The last letter you sent over is a notice from the Chicago post office of a parcel received by them. I think it is some books sent to me from India. The rugs cannot come through the post office (?) I do not know what to do. I send you therefore back this notice, and if they deliver it to you, all right — else I hope you will ask them to send it over to New York and kindly give them my address.
Yours obediently,
VIVEKANANDA
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/LVIII Sir

LVIII
To Dr. Paul Carus
19 W. 38TH ST.,
NEW YORK
June [May] 28, '95
DR. PAUL CARUS, LA SALLE, ILL.
DEAR SIR,
I am just now in receipt of your letter and will be very happy to join the religions Congress at Toronto. Only, as you are well aware of, the financial means of a "Bhikshu" (A Hindu or Buddhist monk.) are very limited. I will be only too glad to do anything in my power to help you and wait further particulars and directions.
Hoping to hear from you soon and thanking you very much for your great sympathy with Buddhistic India.
I remain ever fraternally your,
VIVEKANANDA
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/LV Friend

LV
To Mr. Francis H. Leggett
54 W. 33RD ST.
NEW YORK
THE 4TH MAY '95
DEAR FRIEND,
Many thanks for your kind present. The cigars are indeed delicious — and a hundred times so, as coming from you.
With everlasting love and regards,
I remain yours truly,
VIVEKANANDA
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/LXIII Mother

LXIII
To Mrs. Ole Bull
C/O MISS DUTCHER
THOUSAND
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/LXIV Mother—

LXIV
To Mrs. G. W. Hale
THOUSAND ISLAND PARK
C/O MISS DUTCHER
N. Y.
27th July '95
DEAR MOTHER —
I will be ever so much obliged if you kindly look into the "bead" affair. (Rudrâksha beads sent from India. Vide letter dated January 17, 1895 in pay it to you when I come.
I start from here next week. I will be in Detroit a day or two on my way. I will be in by the third or fourth of August.
With Everlasting love, your Son,
VIVEKANANDA
[Enclosed in the above letter was the following note.]
27th July '95
TO THE STATES EXPRESS COMPANY
FOREIGN DEPARTMENT.
DEAR SIR,
Herewith I authorize Mrs. George W. Hale to take delivery of the "beads" that have been expressed to me from India. Hoping they will be regularly delivered to her, I remain yours obediently,
SWAMI VIVEKANANDA
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bessie

Bessie.
[From "The Storm, and other Poems, by Francis Bennoch," London, 1841.]
Oh mony a year has come an' gane, An' mony a weary day, Sin' frae my hame—my mountain hame— I first was lured away,
To wander over unco lands, Far, far ayont the sea; But no' to find a land like this, The hame o' Bess an' me!
I've traversed mony a dreary land Across the braid, braid sea; But, oh, my native Highland home, My thochts were aye wi' thee! As constant as the sun did rise And set ahint the sea, Sae constant, Bessie, were my prayers At morn an' nicht for thee!
When I return'd unto my hame, The hills were clad wi' snow; Though they look'd cold and cheerless, love, My heart was in a glow: Though keen the wintry north wind blew, Like summer 'twas to me, For, Bess, my frame was warm'd wi' love, For country, kindred, thee!
Nae flower e'er hail'd wi' sweeter smiles Returning sunny beams, Than I did hail my native hame, Its mountains, woods, and streams. Now we are met, my bonnie Bess, We never mair will part; Although to a' we seem as twa, We only ha'e ae heart!
We'll be sae loving a' the nicht, Sae happy a' the day, That, though our bodies time may change, Our love shall ne'er decay: As gently as yon lovely stream Declining years shall run, An' life shall pass frae our auld clay As snow melts 'neath the sun.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bessie's Lamentation

Bessie’s Lamentation.
[Tune, "Jessie the Fower o' Dumblane." This and the two following songs were first published in "The Pocket Encyclopedia of Song," Glasgow, 1816.]
By the side o' yon river, as Bessie sat sighin', Lamentin' her Jamie frae her far awa', The last sound o' the bell on the night breeze was dyin', An' careless aroun' her the dew-drops did fa'; O! welcome, she cried, thou sweet hour of devotion! O rise, bonnie moon, a young lassie does ca'; Shine clearly, an' witness my full heart's emotion; I'll think on my Jamie, though he be awa'.
O! gin he was here, or gin I had caen wi' him:— But whisht my fond heart, he will quickly return; My arms shall enfauld him; soon, soon shall I see him, An' ne'er on this bank again lanely I'll mourn. An' thou, bonnie moon, whast beheld my sad wailin', O tell it to Jamie, tell it him a'; While gazin' on thee, owre the deep as he's sailin', O! fair be the breezes aroun' him that blaw.
How sweet is't to see thee shine clearly and bonnie, On the gay fiel's o' harst, or the silvery snaw— How sweet are these scenes! but far sweeter than onie The lad to me dearest, though he be awa': For what to me's Nature, though varied in feature; Without him—nae joy can it gi'e me ava:— O! come then, my laddie, O come, binna later, For drearie's the time whan frae me ye're awa'.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bet of Aberdeen

Bet of Aberdeen.
[Written by Alexander Rodger. Music by M. Wilson.]
How brightly beams the bonnie moon Frae out the azure sky, While ilka little star aboon Seems sparkling bright wi' joy. How calm the eve! how blest the hour! How soft the sylvan scene! How fit to meet thee, lovely flower! Sweet Bet of Aberdeen.
Now let us wander through the broom, And o'er the flowery lea; While simmer wafts her rich perfume Frae yonder hawthorn tree, There on yon mossy bank we'll rest, Where we've sae aften been, Clasp'd to each other's throbbing breast, Sweet Bet of Aberdeen.
How sweet to view that face so meek, That dark expressive eye; To kiss that lovely blushing cheek, Those lips of coral dye; But oh! to hear thy seraph strains, Thy maiden sighs between, Makes rapture thrill through all my vein Sweet Bet of Aberdeen. ​Oh! what to us is wealth or rank? Or what is pomp or power? More dear this velvet mossy bank, This blest ecstatic hour: I'd covet not the monarch's throne, Nor diamond-studded queen, While blest wi' thee, and thee alone, Sweet Bet of Aberdeen.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bide ye yet

Bide ye yet.
[This lively little song first appeared in Herd's Collection, 1769. Its author is unknown. Of late years Mr. Mackay, the comedian, has been instrumental in rendering it a general favourite. In the edition of Herd's Collection, 1776, there is a set of verses to the same tune, written by Miss Janet Graham, and entitled The Wayward Wife.]
Gin I had a wee house, an' a canty wee fire,
An' a bonnie wee wifie to praise and admire,
Wi' a bonnie wee yardie aside a wee burn, Fareweel to the bodies that yaumer and mourn.
Sae bide ye yet, an' bide ye yet; Ye little ken what's to betide ye yet; Some bonnie wee body may fa' to my lot, An' I'll aye be canty wi' thinkin' o't.
When I gang a-field, an' come hame at e'en, I'll get my wee wifie fu' neat an' fu' clean, Wi' a bonnie wee bairnie upon her knee, That'll cry papa or daddy to me. Sae bide ye yet, &c.
An' if there should ever happen to be A difference atween my wee wifie and me, In hearty good humour, altho' she be teased, I'll kiss her an' clap her until she be pleased. Sae bide ye yet, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Birks of Aberfeldy

Birks of Aberfeldy.
[This was composed by Burns, to the old tune of "The Birks of Abergeldy," in September, 1787, while standing under the falls of Aberfeldy, near Moness, in Perthshire.]
Bonnie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonnie lassie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldy?
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays; Come let us spend the lichtsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonnie lassie, &c.
While o'er their head the hazels hing, The little burdies blythely sing, Or lichtly flit on wanton wing, In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonnie lassie, &c.
The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foamin' stream deep-roaring fa's, O'erhung wi' fragrant spreadin' shaws, The birks of Aberfeldy. Bonnie lassie, &c.
The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flow'rs, White ower the linn the burnie pours, And, risin', weets wi' misty show'rs The birks of Aberfeldy. Bonnie lassie, &c.
Let fortune's gift at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Supremely bless'd wi' love and thee, In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonnie lassie, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Birks of Abergeldy

Birks of Abergeldy.
[This is the name of an old song and tune. The latter is to be found in Playford's Dancing Master, printed so far back as 1657. Abergeldy is an estate in Aberdeenshire.]
Bonnie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonnie lassie, will ye go To the birks of Abergeldy Ye sall get a gown of silk, A gown of silk, a gown of silk, Ye sail get a gown of silk, And coat of callimankie. ​Na, kind sir, I dar nae gang, I dar nae gang, I dar nae gang; Na kind sir, I dar nae gang, My minny will be angry. Sair, sair, wad she flyte, Wad she flyte, wad she flyte; Sair, sair, wad she flyte; And sair wad she ban me.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bess and her Wheel

Bess and her Wheel.
[This song of humble industry and contentment was written by Burns for Johnson's Museum, to a fine air composed by Oswald, and called "Sweet 's the lass that lo'es me." In some collections we see the tune affixed to the song called "The Bottom of the Punchbowl."]
O Leeze me on my spinning-wheel! O leeze me on my rock and reel! Frae tap to tae that deeds me bien, And haps me feil and warm at e'en! I'll set me doun, and sing, and spin, While laigh descends the simmer sun; Blest wi' content, and milk, and meal— O leeze me on my spinning-wheel!
On ilka hand the burnies trot, And meet below my theekit cot; The scented birk and hawthorn white Across the pool their arms unite, Alike to screen the birdie's nest, And little fishes' caller rest; The sun blinks kindly in the biel, Where blythe I turn my spinning-wheel.
On lofty aiks the cushats wail, And echo cons the doolfu' tale; The lintwhite in the hazel braes, Delighted, rival ither's lays: The craik among the clover hay, The paitrick whirring ower the lea, The swallow jinkin' round my shiel: Amuse me at my spinning-wheel. ​Wi' sma' to sell, and less to buy, Aboon distress, below envy, O wha wad leave this humble state, For a' the pride of a' the great? Amid the flaring idle toys, Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys, Can they the peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinning-wheel?
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bessie Bell & Mary Gray

Bessie Bell & Mary Gray.
[The first four lines of the following song belong to an old ballad, of which eight lines are all that have come down to us. The rest is by Ramsay. The tune is to be found in the Orpheus Caledonius, 1725. Gay adopted it for one of his songs in the "Beggar's Opera," beginning,
A curse attends that woman's love, Who always would be pleasing.
"The story upon which the ballad is founded," says Mr. Robert Chambers, "has been often told. The common tradition is, that Bessie Bell and Mary Gray were the daughters of two country gentlemen in the neighbourhood of Perth, and an intimate friendship subsisted between them. Bessie Bell, daughter of the Laird of Kinnaird, was on a visit to Mary Gray, at her father's house of Lynedoch, (now the seat of Lord Lynedoch,) when the plague of 1666 broke out in the country. To avoid the infection, the two young ladies built themselves a bower in a very retired and romantic spot called the Burn-braes, about three quarters of a mile west of Lynedoch House, where they resided for some time—supplied with food, it is said, by a young gentleman of Perth, who was in love with them both. The disease was unfortunately communicated to them by their lover, and proved fatal. According to custom, in cases of the plague, they were not buried in the ordinary place of sepulture, but in a secluded spot, called the Dronach Haugh, at the foot of a brae of the same name, upon the bank of the river Almond. As the ballad says—
'They thocht to lie in Methven kirk, Amang their noble kin; But they maun lie on Lynedoch-brae, To beak forenent the sun.'
Some tasteful person, in modern times, has fashioned a sort of bower over the spot where the two ill-starred beauties were interred."]
O, Bessie Bell, and Mary Gray, They were twa bonnie lasses; They biggit a bouir on yon burn-brae, And theekit it ower wi' rashes. Bessie Bell I lo'ed yestreen, And thocht I ne'er could alter; But Mary Gray's twa pawky een Gard a' my fancy falter.
Bessie's hair's like a lint-tap, She smiles like a May mornin', When Phœbus starts frae Thetis' lap, The hills with rays adornin': White is her neck, saft is her hand, Her waist and feet fu' genty, With ilka grace she can command: Her lips, O, wow! they're denty.
Mary's locks are like the craw, Her een like diamond's glances; She's aye sae clean, redd-up, and braw; She kills whene'er she dances. Blythe as a kid, wi' wit at will, She blooming, tight, and tall is, And guides her airs sae gracefu' still; O, Jove, she's like thy Pallas!
Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, Ye unco sair oppress us; Our fancies jee between ye twa, Ye are sic bonnie lasses. Wae's me! for baith I canna get; To ane by law we're stentit; Then I'll draw cuts, and tak' my fate, And be wi' ane contentit.
# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/Respice Stellam, Voca Mariam

“RESPICE STELLAM, VOCA MARlAM.”
Drear is the nightfall, Lonely we roam, Wandering exiles, Far from our home; Borne on the billows of life’s stormy sea Bright Star of Heaven, Our trust is in thee. When night falls drearily, When life ﬂows wearily, Respice Stellam, Voca Mariam.
Winds of afﬂiction Raise their rude blast, Rufﬂing the ocean Whereon we're cast; Waves of temptation Mountain-like roll, 'Neath their dark billows Sinking the soul, Fear not, but gaze afar, On the soft shining star, Respice Stellam, Voca Mariam.
When shall lone spirits Sorrow no more? When shall our aching eyes Gaze on the shore? Oh, for the twilight To break through the gloom! Oh, for the rest Of our only true home! Stay, mourner, stay thy fears, Joy shall dry up thy tears, Respice Stellam, Voca Mariam.
Gentle and beautiful Beaming above, Shines out all brightly, The fair star of love. Rest of the weary, Hope mid the night, Guiding the lonely In its soft light. Yes, mid the darkest night, That star still shineth bright; Respice Stellam, Voca Mariam.
# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/Sacrament of Extreme Unction

SACRAMENT OF EXTREME UNCTION.
PRAYERS
Which may he said whilst receiving Extreme Unction.
PREPARATION.
NOW I desire to be anointed, O Lord, as thou hast commanded me by thy Apostle; grant, I beseech thee, that by this holy unction and the prayers of the Church, I may partake of that spirit with which Christ suffered on the Cross for thy glory, and for the destruction of sin. I have a firm confidence in thy goodness, that thou wilt not forsake me in this time of my distress, but that thou wilt stand by me with thy grace, and defend me from all evil, and now prepare my soul for a happy passage.
AT THE UNCTION OF THE EYES.
MY eyes have seen vanities, but now let them be shut to the world, and open to thee alone, my Jesus; pardon me all the sins I have committed by my seeing.
AT THE ANOINTING OF THE EARS.
MY ears have been open to detraction, profaneness, and unprofitable discourses. Let me now give ear to thy word, to thy commands, and thy call; and pardon me, O Jesus, all the sins I have committed by my hearing.
AT THE UNCTION OF THE NOSTRILS.
I HAVE taken delight in the vanities of this world, which are all nothing but corruption; let my heart and prayers ascend like incense in thy sight, and pardon me all the sins I have committed by my smelling.
AT THE UNCTION OF THE LIPS.
MY tongue has many ways offended both in speaking and tasting; now let its whole business be to cry for mercy; pardon me, dear Jesus, all the sins I have committed by words or by any excess in eating or drinking.
AT THE ANOINTING OF THE HANDS.
MY hands have offended in contributing to many actions injurious to myself and my neighbour; now let them be lifted up to heaven in testimony of a penitent heart, and pardon me, O Lord, all the sins I have committed in the ill use of my hands.
AT THE UNCTION OF THE FEET.
MY feet have gone astray in the paths of vanity and sin: now let me walk in thy ways, in the ways ​thou art pleased to lead me, and forgive me, O Lord, all the sins I have committed by my disordered steps.
IN CONCLUSION.
LET my heart be now the temple of the Holy Ghost, and pardon all the sins by which I have banished thee from my heart and deﬁled my soul.
By this holy anointing and the power of thy grace. O God, forgive me all my sins and convert my heart wholly to thee, that I may cheerfully submit to death in punishment of my offences, and so enter into thy eternal rest. Amen.
Jesus—Mary—Joseph.
# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/Reparation of Honor to the Immaculate Heart of Mary

Reparation of Honour
TO THE IMMACULATE HEART OF MARY.
MOTHER of God, most worthy! whose sanctity and sublime merit surpass the comprehension ​even of the angels themselves, how great is the maternal tenderness of thy heart towards mankind! how great thy favours! how unworthy our acknowledgment, our gratitude, our return. Our souls are penetrated with grief at the consideration of the many injuries thou receivest from infidels and wicked Christians, by the profanation of the altars dedicated to thy name, by execrable blasphemies vomited out against thy maternal virginity, sanctity, and integrity, but especially from the anguish with which those sinners load thee, who, heaping sin upon sin, against thy divine Son, draw down vengeance and damnation on their own souls; all which bring sorrow on thy tender love and compassion. Thus affected, and upon this consideration, we cast , ourselves at' thy sacred feet, and, though the greatest of sinners, most unworthy and least corresponding with the graces we have received, we here enter our protest against such ungrateful conduct, and beseech thee, O sacred Virgin, more than martyr, to accept the same as a reparation of honour. Pardon our past offences and indignities; pardon those of mankind. Prostrate in like manner before thee, make us, sinners as we are, sensible of the favours thou hast conferred upon us; and being truly contrite for the past, may we, by thy aid and assistance, break the chains of our former thraldom and slavery, live henceforward in thy favour, and in the happy liberty of the children of God. May this our act and deed, O Saviour of the world, as we can do nothing more agreeable to thee than to show our love and gratitude to thy blessed Mother, may it be approved and confirmed by thy blessing and authority. Amen.
# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/Preparation for Communion

PREPARATION FOR COMMUNION.
To go to the table of our Lord, it is necessary: 1st, To be in a state of grace. Woe to him who would venture to approach the most holy table of the Lord with a conscience stained with mortal sin. Such a bad Christian would be guilty, like the traitor Judas, of sacrilege; for of such an unfortunate one it is written: “And after the morsel (the Holy Communion), Satan entered into him.”
Therefore St. Paul, in words of earnest warning, says to us : “But let a man prove himself, and so let him eat of that bread, and drink of the chalice; for he that eateth and drinketh unworthily, eateth and drinketh judgment to himself, not discerning the body of the Lord.” (1 Cor. xi. 28.)
By this is meant that he who receives communion unworthily, commits the greatest outrage against the body and blood of Jesus Christ, and, like the Jews who killed Jesus Christ, becomes also guilty of his murder.
2. One must live with his neighbours in peace and Christian unity. Communion means union, and is so called because it is the image of the perfect union ​and brotherly love of all the faithful in Christ. Jesus Christ teaches us that we must not bring our sacriﬁces to the altar, if we remember that our neighbour has anything against us; with how much greater reason are we bound not to approach the table of the Lord, if we ourselves cherish in our heart a hatred against our neighbour! We must ﬁrst be reconciled with our enemy.
3. On the evening before communion, you ought to prepare for it by devout prayer, and by reading some pious book, and withdraw, in reverence for the Holy Sacrament, from all noisy and distracting amusements.
4. The body of Christ must be received fasting, that is, We must neither eat nor drink anything after midnight. But those who are dangerously sick, and receive this most holy Sacrament as a viaticum, are dispensed from this.
5. Every one should approach the table of the Lord with devotion, decently and modestly dressed, and without any vain ornaments or display of fashion.