The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-09-06
NUMBER 81.

NUMBER 81.
i nra me; he stole away my truth, m
rove, my honor! was mad with jeaIous1
:; was was "ild with disappointed love, and
! " M.oo 70 Ne revenged. Therefore, til
4 scnemes laid, the deceit practiced: ave.
blded well my time. I stole the frienisSii,
OF her lover, and poured my poison into hi
ears; but his noble nature slamed me. hi
trust could not be shaken then-ah how
wen l remember the evening" spoke o
m nor as my heart never believed; lied
Mlckediy, maliciously lied, upon her! Their
ms knightly spirit rose, and he fell by nv
hand had begun the poison was mad.
deplng; l could not stop, even THOUGH
murder barred my path; so 1 counseled
ner guardian as to Investments, and in one
MAG moment her fortune crashed with his.
sui tracked her on her mission of
mercy mercy to Washington; 1 logged her steps
when she left the couch of the sick woman
whose death agonies she had Just soothed i:
l. stood near the door of the wretched howell,
listening to the sweet tones of her voice
E naI Is , haunting me tonight; and-Ihardly
knew what was doing, only felt there
was something yet undone which might
humble her, might place her at my mercy !:
hell's fires ragged within my heart-and.
may God forgive me, but spoke words to
her which no man should utter and live.
but she escaped me and was torn from nv
grasp, while her pallid face grew winter
still as she spoke, in terror, sIn the name
OF the cross, fOrbear!'
Since that evening 1 have never seen
her lace; but, sister, tonight all her sanity
purity comes back to shame me, and l feel
that the flames of hell would be less fiery
II could hear her say. forgive your"
There was o brief pause; the twilight of
June Swallowed the whitewashed wards.
and the young moon shed soft light over
the starry heavens but was it a message
that flashed from Our Lady's crown that
lit the naIfat which tho ;ofn Q
Az, the face of Guides angel, the angel of
the lilies, shone over the dying man as the
sweet voice whispered, ~"Do good to them
mat nate you, and pray for them which
Her voice =" he cried; and sudden
strength seemed to possess him, for seizinc
her hand, he pushed back the black bonnet
and whispered, "Madge Cecil, dare I pray
for your pardOnP"
And forgive us our trespasses, as we
forgive those who trespass against us.
Amen" And she gave him her crucifix.
which he pressed to his lips.
Then let me die in your faith for if it's
doctrine teach you even to forgive me,
then through the prayers of your church
will God grant mercy to my soul" He
tainted in her arms, and she summoned me.
Dr. -, take care Of him till nv
return"
l had heard it all, but she failed to
recognize me. Grief had whitenGd my hair,
anu an Hoh gray Dearu covered my face;
and Eprcferred that she should not know
me yet. Soon saw her return with Father
Baker. My cordial had revived Elsdon,
and in faint voice he repeated his wish.
Let me be received, father, into the
communion of the Holy Catholic Church,
ana pray Cod to have mercy on my soul"
The time was short, and no precious
moment of it was to be lost The good
priest proceeded at once to his work of
preparing the poor man for death. His
penitence seemed sincere and profound,
and his desire for the sacraments of the
administered to him; and on his fervcntly
expressed wish that the holy viaticum
might be permitted to him, it was brought.
A snowy linen cloth was spread on the
table by his bed, and two candles placed
beside the crucitix. Solemnly we gathered
fiecting. / have never seen nor realized
more of the agony of contrition than when
he slowly repeated after the priest, suffer-
ing at each word most intensely, "Jcsus,
Son of the living God, have mercy upon
mel" At last he grew calmer. A quiet
peace rested on his pale face, and after
receiving the most holy communion, he
family, "Jcsus, have mercy on
me Holy Mary, pray for met" and folding
the cruclfix to his heart, he closed his ewes
and we thought he slept. deatLlike
stiffness reigned, broken only by the solemn
tones of the priests voice. Into thy hands
we commend his spirit, which has been
created and redeemed by thee!n
And in that pentecostal hour, when tho
storm of her life walled it's wild requiem in
her heart, holy calm, as a message from
God, glorified her exquisite face, for tho
Comforter had sealed her with the expiration
the working out of lifes great charity
" DO good to them that hate you, and pray
for them who despitefully use you and
persecute YOU"
Allen, who was sentenced with CalIicot to
the penitentiary for defrauding the revenue,