Weekly Trinity journal., 1860-08-25
NUMBER 80.

| Bring to my immeasurabe woe q scorthy
sacrifce-softer than stony tears, so that they
flow gently, and lessen the weight of my martyred
heart; let my stifened wound bleed freely, and
thy prayer shall be heard ~
When the thoughts of the amazed youth re-
turned to their ordinary course. the MONDAY sun
was shining in unclouded splendor, and all living
| things were seeking shelter from its hot breath.
! But he needed it not his cheeks burned, his
eyes famed, happy smile played round his lips;
with an unsteady step he fastened back to Ma
pies.
And, on another day, the fair sisters came back
again in the clear morning sun, and again sang
their pious, child like Ape Maria, In which thu
slvery soprano of the tender blonde contrasted
and harmouized exquistey with the rich con-
tralto of the lovely brunette And again they
found the young man with the dark locks and
earnest face ; but this time he was not kneelng
before the crucix he lay on the slope of the
HILL and sometimes his glance wandered hither
and thither and sometimes he wrote with a pen
ell on leaf which he held in his hand. Then
| there was so much enthusiasm in his face that
Lauretta almost forgot to lay her bunch of roses
before the Madonna, while gazing, surprised, on
the glowing face of the young stranger. AT last
the sisters went away but Lauretta dropped
the little bunch Of orange blossoms that decked
her bosom at the feet of the youth.
And so they saw each other every day; neither
rain nor wintry storm prevented their pilgrim
age The voice of the fair Lauretta grew ever
ReuIlcT, tue WOruS uuu tuut VI Soit kiVcbtHS
more tmd the rapt expression of the serious
strangers face became more and more striking.
At length came March, month of delight In
Italy, with its sprouting buds, its fresh leaves
and mild airs
But Lauretta did not see that. in spite of tho
enivening influence of the breath OF spring, tho
youths step became heavier, his cheeks mere
hollow than before for a deceptive red colored
his face and hs eyes glowed with an unearthly
fire. lie asked them, one day
May / bring you q song to'morrow--a song
Of praise to the Madonna? VIII you sing it for
me with your clear, sweet voices, and so help mo
to bring sacrifice to her The Madonna desires
such sacrifice, and has promised me noble
reward How l long for its funmcnt Help
me to keep my vow sing my song next Sunday
at the foot of the crucily, and you shall be wit
ness to the wonders the Madonna will work In
my behalfn
Lucia nodded friendly to him Lauretta laid
her hand in his, while tear fell silently from
the precious night Of her eyes.
1t was on the 10th of March, Sunday evening.
that their three figures reached the crucilix to-
gether. Lauretta supported the tottering step
of the young man q crown of violets hung from
her arm. He knelt down, and raising his waxen
hands, he cried out in passionate tone
/" Holy mother of sorrow accept my sacrfceV
And then ascended like the incense of sound, the
voices of the sisters; clearly. seriously. they
sang the words
"Stahat mater dolorosa.
Juxta crucem, lacrimosa,
Dunn pendebat hius.'
Not breath of air moved through the leaves;
no sound stirred there holy silence
around, as though nature listened to the true
religious subimty OF this song. A soft deep
melancholy trembled in the maiden's voices.
With indescribabe anxiety, with feversh eXpec-
tation, the young man watched the face OF the
Madonna and, as these words ascended--
louis est homo, qu non crct,
Christi matrem 81 vidcrct
In tanto supplicio?"
and noated, like the breath of sympathy, from
the lips of the pious songstress the face of tho
mater dolorosa appeared to soften n heavenly
repose touched the fine mouth the stony tears
melted and flowed down the wounds of her
transixed bosom sweetly bled, and the warm
drops fell on the head of him who sacrificed.
Then the wild gnawlng pains Of his body seem
ed calmed, his breast heaved with full, free
breath, delicious wearlness overcame him, he
stretched forth his arms. Lauretta bent down
towards hlm-they exchanged happy smile
Giovanni Battsta Pergoles was dead
The cruci6x with the figure OF the weeping
mother has long since fallen to decay. Jessamine
and aloe bushes cover the spot, and the youthful.
immortal master rests in the cool cathedral Of
Bescorato, but at the foot of the hill, against
whose slope the crucilx once leaned, rises flow
empowered grave, sinking under the heavy foot
of time, and overshadowed by expresses. II
that the Madonna promised to her petitioner ;
the earthly remains of the gentle Lauretta.--
DwigMs Journal Of Music.