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# With God

With God
A Book of
Prayers and Reflections
BY
Rev. F. X. Lasance
Author of "My Prayer-Book," "The young man's guide," "The Catholic Girl's Guide," etc.
New York, Cincinnati, Chicago Benziger Brothers Printers to the Holy Apostolic See 1911
page
Nihil Obstat.
Remy Lafort
Censor Librorum
Imprimatur,
✠ John M. Farley,
Archbishop of New York.
New York, June 7, 1911
page
CONTENTS.
Devotion and Devotions
Morning Prayers
Evening Prayers
Prayers during the Day
The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass
Devotions for Confession
Devotions for Holy Communion
Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament
The Stations of the Cross
Litanies
Devotions to the Most Holy Trinity, One God
Devotions to the Holy Ghost
Devotions to Our Divine Lord
Devotion to the Holy Name of Jesus
Various Devotions
Devotions to the Blessed Virgin Mary
Devotions to St. Joseph
Various Other Devotions
Indulgenced Prayers
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Woman of the Century/Catherine Swan Brown Spear

​SPEAR, Miss Catherine Swan Brown, reformer and educator, born in Worcester county, Mass., in 1814. Her father, Samuel Swan, was of Scotch origin, an American by birth. Her mother. Clara Hale, was of English descent by both parents. Her mother was Joanna Carter, of Leominster. Their residence was in Hubbardston, Mass. Her father was graduated from Cambridge University in 1799. Both parents were teachers. ​Her father was engaged as counselor-at-law forty years. Catherine was the oldest of seven children and was in immediate association with her parents and the society of maturer people. She began to CATHERINE SWAN BROWN SPEAR. attend school when three years of age, and continued until eighteen. She was engaged as a teacher three years. She was always opposed to slavery, and at nineteen years of age she became actively engaged in the anti-slavery organization. She became the wife of Abel Brown, of Albany, N. Y., in 1843. They had in charge many fugitive slaves. Her husband was corresponding secretary and general agent of the Eastern New York Anti-slavery Society. His office was in Albany. She lived with him only eighteen months, and during that time they traveled s<x-thousand miles. They were also engaged in the temperance movements. Her husband died at the age of thirty-five, a martyr to the cause of temperance and anti-slavery in Troy, 1845, in consequence of mob violence inflicted on his person. In 1855 Mrs. Brown became the wife of Rev. Charles Spear, of Boston, known as the " Prisoner's Friend ' She visited with him many prisons and became interested in reformatories, by petitions and lectures in behalf of an industrial school for girls in South Lancaster, Mass., and for boys in Washington, D. C, through the influence of Charles Sumner. In the cause of temperance, she petitioned and labored for an asylum for inebriates in Boston, now under the management of Albert Day, M. D. In former days she was especially interested in the question of woman's rights as preliminary to that of suffrage. She now continues to work for the abolition of capital punishment She has spoken in the senate of her native State on that subject, with others, and in all has addressed the legislature ten times, including one lecture in the House of Representatives. She was engaged in hospital work during the war of the Rebellion, her husband, Rev. Charles Spear, being chaplain, appointed by President Lincoln, in Washington, D C. He died in 1863, but Mrs. Spear remained until the close of the war. Although belonging to the Universal Peace Society, the war seemed to her the only way to conclude peace and to reestablish the Union. In her work she was permitted to visit the rebel prison in the old capitol and give aid to the suffering. She is now living in Passaic, N. J.
# Woman of the Century/Catherine Van V. Waite

​WAITE, Mrs. Catherine Van Valkenburg, lawyer and author, born in Dumfries, Canada West, in 1829. Her maiden name was Van Valkenburg, and she is descended from a conspicuous family, who lived for many generations in southern Holland on the Van Valkenburg estates. She was educated in Oberlin College and was graduated in 1853. In 1854 she became the wife of Judge C. B. Waite. In 1859 she established in Chicago, Ill., the Hyde Park Seminary for young women. CATHERINE VAN VALKENBURG WAITE. She became interested in law and took the course in the Union College of Law, graduating in 1886. She then started the Chicago "Law Times," which she has made a recognized authority in this country, Canada, England^ Scotland and France. In 1888 she was elected president of the Woman's International Bar Association. While living in Utah with her husband, who held a commission in that Territory under President Lincoln, she wrote her famous book, " The Mormon Prophet and His Harem," an authority on the Mormon question from the social standpoint She suggested the statue to Isabella for the Columbian Exposition. She was one of the original woman suffragists in Illinois, and for many years she served as State lecturer. She has, in addition to her legal, literary and reformatory work, been a successful financier, and has carried on extensive real-estate and building operations. Her home is in Hyde Park, a suburb of Chicago.
# Woman of the Century/Celeste M. A. Winslow

​WINSLOW, Mrs. Celeste M. A., author, born in Charlemont, Mass., 22nd November, 1837. Her mother, Mary Richards Hall, was known as the author of much poetry and prose, especially of popular temperance tales. Her great-grandfather, Richardson Miner, a soldier of the Revolution, who lived to the age of ninety-lour, was CELESTE M. A. WINSLOW. descended from Thomas Miner, who moved to Connecticut, in 1642. from Somerset county, England. The family name originated with Sir Henry Miner, who was knighted by an early king for bravery. The family poetic taste was largely derived from the Lyons ancestors. In her eighth year, Celeste's home in the valley of the Deerheld was changed for one in Keosauqua, Iowa, and later for a pioneer home on a prairie. There she studied and wrote stories and rhymes. Her first printed story appeared in a southern journal, when she was twelve years old. Shortly afterwards the Hall family removed to Keokuk, where her education was completed in the Keokuk Female Seminary. There she became the wife of Charles H. Winslow, M. D., and her two sons were born. Removing to Chicago, Ill., in 1884, Mrs. Winslow assisted her son in the editorial work of his periodical "Happy Hours," afterwards "Winslow's Monthly." She has published both poetry and prose enough for volumes, but devotion to her family has interfered with systematic work in literary fields. Her writings have appeared in the "Atlantic Monthly," "Scribner's Magazine," "Lippincott's Magazine," "Independent," "Advance," "Manhattan Magazine," "Brooklyn Magazine" and "Good Company," and she has contributed to numerous newspapers in various parts of the United States. She now lives in New York City, where her son, Herbert Hall Winslow, is known as a successful dramatic author.
# Woman of the Century/Celia Logan Connelly

​CONNELLY, Mrs. Celia Logan, see Logan, Celia.
# Woman of the Century/Catherine Maria Sedgwick

​SEDGWICK, Miss Catherine Maria, author, born in Stockbridge, Mass., 28th December, 1789, and died near Roxbury, Mass., 31st July, 1867. She was a daughter of Theodore Sedgwick, the well-known lawyer of Boston, Mass. She received a thorough education. Her father died in Boston, 24th January, 1813, and she started the private school for young women, which she continued for fifty years. Tier brothers encouraged her to make use of her literary talents. Her first novel, "A New England Tale," was published anonymously in New York, in 1822. It was favorably received, and she next brought out "Redwood" (two volumes, 1824), also anonymously. It was reprinted in England and translated into French and three other European languages. The French translator attributed: the work to James Fenimore Cooper. She then published "The Traveler" (1825); "Hope Leslie, or Early Times in Massachusetts" (two volumes, 1827): "Clarence, a Tale of Our Own Times" (two volumes, Philadelphia, 1830); "Home" (1836), and "The Lin woods, or Sixty Years Since in America " (two volumes, 1835). In 1835 she issued her collection of "Sketches and Tales," which had been published in various magazines. Her other works include: "The Poor Rich Man and the Rich Poor Man" (New York, 1836); "Live and Let Live" (1837); "A Love-Token for Children" and "Means and Ends, or Self-Training" (1838). In 1839 she went to Europe, where she remained a year. Her travels were described in " Letters from Abroad to Kindred at Home," which were published in two volumes in 1841. In that year she published "Historical Sketches of the Old Painters" and biographies of the sisters "Lucretia and Margaret Davidson," followed by "Wilton Harvey, and Other Tales" (1845); "Morals of Manners" (1846); "Facts and Fancies" (1848), and "Married or Single?" (1857). In addition to her school and novel work, she edited and contributed to literary periodicals and wrote for the annuals. Her work in these lines fills several large volumes.
# Woman of the Century/Celia Laighton Thaxter

​THAXTER, Mrs. Celia Laighton, poet, born in Portsmouth. N. H., 29th June. 1835. When she was four years old, her father, Thomas B. Laighton, went to live, with his family, on the Isles of Shoals. The childhood of herself and her two brothers, Oscar and Cedrick, was passed at White Island, where her father kept the lighthouse, which is described by her in her book, "Among the Isles of Shoals." CELIA LAIGHTON THAXTER. All her summers are spent among those islands. In 1851 she became the wife of Levi Lincoln Thaxter, of Watertown, Mass., who died in 1884 She never sought admittance to the field of literature, but the poet, James Russell Lowell, who was at one time editor of the "Atlantic Monthly," happened to see some verses which she had written for her own pleasure, and without saying anything to her about it, christened them "Land-locked " and published them in the "Atlantic." After that she had many calls for her work, and at last, persuaded by the urgent wishes of her friends, John G. Whittier, James T. Fields and others, wrote and published her first volume of poems in 1871, and later the prose work, "Among the Isles of Shoals," which was printed first as a series of papers in the "Atlantic Monthly." Other books have followed. "Driftweed" (1878), "Poems for Children" (1884) and "Cruise of the Mystery, and Other Poems" (1886). Among her best poems are "Courage," "A Tryst," "The Spaniards' Graves at the Isles of Shoals," "The Watch of Boon Island. "The Sandpiper" and "The Song Sparrow."
# Woman of the Century/Catherine Lorillard Wolfe

​WOLFE, Miss Catherine Lorillard, philanthropist, born in New York City, 28th Much, 1828, and died there 4th April, 1887. She was the daughter of John David Wolfe, the New York merchant, and the granddaughter of David Wolfe, who served in the Revolutionary War under Washington. Her mother was Dorothea Ann Lorillard, a daughter of Peter Lorillard. Miss Wolfe inherited from her father and grandfather an invested fortune of $10,000,000, and from her father she inherited her philanthropic tendencies. She was carefully educated, and from early childhood she was interested in benevolent work. After coming into control of her fortune, she at first spent $100,000 a year in charity, and, as her income increased, she increased her expenditures to $250,000 a year. She supported the charities which her father had established, and carried out his design in giving a site for the Home for Incurables in Fordham, N. Y. She gave $100,000 to Union College, $30,000 to St. Luke's Hospital in New York City and $65,000 to St. Johnland, Long Island She aided in building the American Chapel in Rome, Italy, and gave a large sum of money to the American Chapel in Paris, France. She founded an Italian mission costing $50,000, a newsboy's lodging-house, and a diocesan house costing $170,000. She built schools and churches in many southern and western towns, added to the funds of the Alexandria Seminary, the American school in Athens, Greece, Griswold College, and gave large sums for indigent clergymen and deserving poor through the Protestant Episcopal Church, In 1884 she sent an expedition to Asia Minor, headed by Dr. William H. Ward, which resulted in important discoveries in archeology. To Grace Church, in New York City she gave a chantry, reredos and other buildings that cost $250,000, and she left that church an endowment of $350,000. Her home was filled with costly paintings, which she willed to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, together with $200,000 for its preservation and enlargement. Her benefactions during her life amounted to millions.
# Woman of the Century/Celestia Joslin Northrop

​NORTHROP. Mrs. Celestia Joslin, vocalist, born in Hamilton, N. Y., 8th September. 1856. Her father, Willard C. Joslin, was at the time of his death the oldest choir-leader in the United States, having acted in that capacity in the Baptist Church of Hamilton for forty-three years. His daughter inherited her father's musical talent and assisted him for many years as the soprano of the choir. CELESTIA JOSLIN NORTHROP. She was graduated in June, 1876. from the Hamilton Female Seminary, leading her class in vocal culture and the fine arts. In August, 1877, she became the wife of Rev. Stephen A. Northrop, who began that year his first pastorate in Kenton, Mich. He remained there for over five years, with a success which attracted the attention of the First Baptist Church of Fort Wayne, Ind., which gave him a call, and where for ten years he has been at the head of one of the largest churches in the West. During those fifteen years Mrs. Northrop has been by Ins side, contributing largely to his popularity and favor with the people. Her ability as a singer has made ​her services in constant demand by the great denomination to which she belongs. By earnest request she was induced to take charge of the song-service in the National Baptist Anniversaries in Saratoga, Asbury Park, Chicago, Cincinnati and other cities. It is a rare circumstance indeed for a woman to direct the singing of thousands of untrained voices, without the use of a baton, but her ringing tones and plain enunciation have enabled her with fine effect to handle the vast congregations, to the delight of the throngs and to the surprise of musical critics. She has a very clear, rich and sympathetic voice.
# Voice of Flowers/Flowers

THE VOICE OF FLOWERS.
FLOWERS.
Sweet playmates of life's earliest hours!
 They ne'er upbraid the child,
Who, in the wantonness of mirth,
 Uproots them on the wild;
And when the botanist, his shaft,
 With cruel skill, doth ply,
Reproachless 'neath the fatal wound,
 Martyrs to science die.
Wreathed brightly mid the locks of youth,
 They come to beauty's aid,
And in this ministry of love
 All unreluctant fade;
To grace the bridal and the feast,
 From sun and shower, they bring
Such robes of glorious tint, as sham'd
 Judea's gorgeous king.
And when the fallen meet the scorn
 Of man's disdainful eye,
They smile amid his path of thorn
 With sweet and pitying sigh;
And to the brow of guilt and care,
 The heart by anguish riven,
Still point, with angel-finger, where
 The sinner is forgiven.
They shrink not in our ghastly shroud
 Their sad abode to take,
And keep their vigil o'er the tomb,
 When all beside forsake;
Down in their own dark sleep of death
 They sink at wintry hour,
But in new glory rise to show
 The soul's immortal dower.
Oh! sharers in our time of joy,
 And weepers in our woe,
We bless ye,—children of the sky,
 That by the wayside grow;
That to the cottage eaves go up,  Or wreathe the courtly hall,
Still, like the Power who call'd ye forth,
 Dispensing love to all.
# Voice of Flowers/He Told his Love in Flowers

HE TOLD HIS LOVE IN FLOWERS.
I'll tell thee a story, friend,
 Here, under this shady tree;
If thou 'lt keep it close in thy faithful breast,
 I'll whisper the whole to thee
I had a lover once,
 In my early, sunny hours;
A fair and fanciful youth was he,
 And he told his love in flowers.
I remember its waking sigh;—
 We roam'd in a verdant spot,
And he cull'd for me a cluster bright
 Of the purple "Forget me not."
But I was a giddy girl,
 So I toss'd it soon away,
Gathering the dandelion buds,
 And the wild-grape's gadding spray.
He mark'd their blended hues
 With sad, reproachful eye—
For one was the symbol of thoughtless mirth,
 And one of coquetry.
Yet he would not be baffled thus—
 So he brought for my chrystal vase
The Rose-geranium's tender bloom.
 And the blushing Hawthorn's grace.
And a brilliant and fresh bouquet
 Of the rich Moss-rose he bore,
Whose eloquent buds with dew-drops pearl'd,  Were full of the heart's deep lore,
I could not refuse the gift,  Though I knew the spell it wove;—
But I gave him back a snow-white bud:
 "Too young—too young to love."
Then he proffer'd a myrtle wreath,
 With damask roses fair,
And took the liberty—only think!
 To bind it round my hair.
And he prest in my yielding hand
 The Everlasting Pea,
Whose questioning lip of perfume breath'd,
 "Oh, say, wilt thou go with me?"
Yet we were but children still,
 And our love, tho' it seem'd so sweet,
Was well express'd by the types it bore,
 For it pass'd away as fleet.
Tho' he brought me the Laurel leaf,
 That changes but to die,
And the Primrose pale, and Amaranth,
 Yet what did it signify?
For over his vaunted love
 Suspicion's mood had power—
So I put a French Marigold in his hat,
 That gaudy and jealous flower.
But his rootless passion shrank,
 Like Jonah's gourd, away,
'Till the cold Chrysanthemum best reveal'd
 The blight of its quick decay.
And he sail'd o'er the faithless sea
 To a brighter clime than ours:—
So it faded away, that fickle love,
 Like its alphabet of flowers.
# Voice of Flowers/Ministry of Flowers

THE MINISTRY OF FLOWERS.
Flowers! Flowers! the poetry of earth,
 Impulsive, pure, and wild;
With what a strange delight they fill
 The wandering, mirthful child;
It clasps their leaflets close a while,
 Then strews them wide around;
For life hath many a joy to spare
 Along its opening bound.
The maiden twines them in her hair,
 And, 'mid that shining braid,
How fair the violet's eye of blue,  And the faint rose-bud's shade,
Upon her polish'd neck they blush,
 In her soft hand they shine,
And better crown those peerless charms
 Than all Golconda's mine.
Above the floating bridal veil
 The white Camella rears
Its innocent and tranquil eye,
 To calm young beauty's fears,
And when her hoary age recalls
 The memories of that hour,
Blent with the heaven-recorded vow
 Will gleam that stainless flower.
The matron fills her chrystal vase
 With gems that Summer lends,
Or groups them round the festal board
 To greet her welcome friends,
Her husband's eye is on the skill
 With which she decks his bower, And dearer is his praise to her
 Than earth's most precious flower.
Frail gifts we call them, prone to fade
 Ere the brief spring is o'er,
Though down the smitten strong man falls,  Returning never more.
Time wears away the arch of rock,  And rends the ancient throne,
Yet back they come, unchang'd, as when
 On Eden's breast they shone.
How passing beautiful they are,
 On youth's unclouded plain,
And yet we scarcely know their worth
 Till life is on its wane,
Then grows their love a deeper thing,
 As our lone path-way tends
Down 'mid the withering plants of hope,
 And graves of buried friends.
Like ready comforters, they bend,
 If sorrow pales the cheek,
And to the sad, desponding heart
 An angel's message speak,
While, to the listening mourner's ear,
 They fondly seem to say
The words of those departed ones,  Who sleep in mouldering clay.
We nurse them in our casement warm,
 When Winter rules the year,
And see them raise their graceful form,
 The darkest day to cheer;
Within our coffin-lid they glow,
 When death hath had his will,
And o'er our pillow in the dust
 They bend and blossom still.
Yes, o'er our cradle-bed they creep,
 With rich and sweet perfume,
Around the marriage altar twine,
 And cheer the darksome tomb;
They whisper to the faithful dead
 With their fresh, vernal breath,
That such his rising hour shall be,
 Through Him, who conquer'd death.
# Voice of Flowers/Forgotten Flowers. To a Bride

FORGOTTEN FLOWERS.
TO A BRIDE. *
We were left behind, but we would not stay,
We found your clue, and have kept the way,
For, sooth to say, the track was plain,
Of a bliss like yours in a world of pain.
How little we thought, when so richly we drest,
To go to your wedding, and vie with the best, When we made our toilette with such elegant care,
That we might not disgrace an occasion so rare;
To be whirl'd in a coach at this horrible rate,
From county to county, and State to State!
Though we travel'd incog. yet we trembled with fear,
For the accents of strangers fell hoarse on our ear.
We could hear every word, as we quietly lay,
In the snug box of tin, where they stow'd us away,
And how would our friends at a distance have known,
If charm'd by our beauty, they'd made us their own?
All unus'd to the taverns, and roads, as we were,
Our baggage and bones were a terrible care,
But we've scap'd every peril, the journey is o'er,
And hooded and cloak'd, we are safe at your door.
We bring you a gift from your native skies,
The chrystal gem from Affection's eyes,
Which tenderly trickles, when dear ones part,
We have wrapp'd it close in the rose's heart;
We are charged with a mother's benison kiss;
Will you welcome us into your halls for this?
We are chilled with the cold of our wintry way,
Our message is done, we must fade away,
Let us die on your breast, and our prayer shall be,
An Eden's wreath for thy love and thee.
# Voice of Flowers/Minerva's Prize

MINERVA'S PRIZE
Minerva, a visit to Flora once made,
When the flowers, in a body, their compliments paid,
And, charmed with their manners, and elegant dyes,
Desired she might give to the fairest a prize;
Appointing a day, when herself should preside,
And on their pretensions to beauty decide.
Then the Rose bridled up, with a confident air,
As if she would say,—Who with me shall compare?
While the Lily, but newly come out as a bride,
Whisper'd low to her sisters, and laugh'd at such pride.
The Hyacinth studied her wardrobe with care,
Still puzzled to settle what colors to wear;
The Poppy, ashamed of her dull, sleepy eyes,
Wore a new scarlet dress, with a view to the prize.
Then flock'd the Anemones, fair to behold,
With the rich Polyanthus, in velvet and gold;
And the Tulip came flaunting, and waving her fan, And turned up her nose at the Daffodil clan.
The buds who were thought by their mothers too young,
Round their sister's toilettes discontentedly hung;
There was teazing, and dressing, and prinking enough—
The pretty Quill-Daisies each bought a new ruff;
The stately Carnations stood frizzing their hair,
And the tall London-pride, choosing feathers to wear.
The Pink at her mirror was ready to drop,
And the Snow-ball bought rouge at a milliner's shop;
While in the same square, at a shoe-store so neat,
The trim Lady-Slippers were pinching their feet.
Thrifty Lilac acknowledg'd her robe was not new,
But with turning and furbishing thought it might do;
While the queer Ragged-Lady, who pass'd for a poet,
Sat darning her hose, and wish'd no one to know it;
And Fox-Glove, who sometimes had furnished a sonnet,
Was tying new bows on a fanciful bonnet.
The green-house exotics, in chariots, went by,
For their delicate nerves feared each frown of the sky,
While from her low cottage of moss on the plain,
The Violet look'd up and admired the bright train,
Not thinking to join in a circle so gay,
Or dreaming that she had a charm to display;
Beside a sick bud she preferred to attend, Which down to the dust its pule forehead would bend.
But judge how this splendid conventicle stared,
When Minerva the prize to the Violet declar'd!
Remarking, though beauties and graces were there, That "Modesty ever to her was most fair."
And distinctly pronounced, in the hearing of all,
That "the humble must rise, and the arrogant fall."