The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-08-10
,a-n,ng Star ane Catholic Messenger.
ssW -.KLkA - UNDAY, AUGUST 10. 1878.
JUVENILE COLUMN.
MARGUERITE.


go MARGUERITE.
o,.a mon a time there lived in a small
IMAGE a very pious family by the name
Z If sianly. Their only child was little
4Ssnohter who had not attained her seventh
year but 30 pious were the little Mar
4 guerite's parents that they in every way
eendeayored 30 subdue all earthly desire
4 and cultivate in her a supreme love OF 0on'
Thus when Mrs. Stanlg impressed upon
Mareuerite's mind that Jesus was her Fatn.
ar the Blessed Virgin her Mother ana
Heaven her home, the innocent ch,id ao
copied it literally in oil iss SS;ra Of her
little heart was to behold and be with
those heavenly parents, 80 earnestly ana
beautifully portrayed to her by her pious
mother. She knew not, as you do, chit-
dren, that in order to enter that home, sne
4 would have to pass through =" the ozark
z valley and shadow of death"
One beautiful day, while Marguerite was
Waiting her anutie, who resided about
nnarter of q mile distant from her own
1 home she resolved to search Tor that hea.
4 ran her mother bad SO often told her OF
a IA she gazed dreamily out of the WINDOW
her ewes fell upon narrow, disused road,
Z whic6 ehe had often mentally said must DC
3 the road to heaven. Full of this thought
the child entered the room where her aunt
putting her lips up to be kissed, she babe
her good by, telling her she was going
4 home. The good woman not suspectlng
( the child's real meaning, gave the KISS,
\ tied on the little hood, and watched her
with smiling countenance until sue haa
passed through tue gate, and then return
3 cd to her work. Selecting the narrow
road, Marguerite FASTENED along until
the shadows grew long aud the dew spark
led like giittsriug diamonds. 80! am very
tired,V sighed Marguerite, "bue mamma
said, the way to my home n,o !; som hersalf
Marguerite rallied her tagging strength
untiI her glad eyes beheld way up on an
eminence two shafts of light in the form
of a cross. ooh !" exclaimed Marguerite,
"theTe it lie there is my home !" fIx, !,
her eyes upon the beacon light, her little
feet almost flew along the ground, when
suddenly her foot became entangled IN
something, and in moment more poor
little Marguerite lay helplessly in bush
heap of brembles. A feeling or dizziness
became unconscious. She was aroused
presently by sopgs of Angels, as she sup
posed, but which in reality was the singing
of Yespers by the Sisters of Loretta, whose
convent was not far distant. Disentanghnl
herself from the bush, she pushed bact
the hair which had escaped from her hood
and wrapped her shawl more tightly aboa
her, while she shivered with cold and pail
produced by the scratches OF the crae
crosses in the road to heaven. cues
these must be the ones my hands are O.
sore and am SO cold Oh, wonder If
am not very near there I am so tired
tired The angels are surely singing
What beautiful light up there Iha
mast be heaven" And gathering !hspla
The melodious strains had ceased, and tn
brilliant lights had disappeared, givin
place to q steady and more subdued glow
The cross still cleaned to guide the tire
little wanderer: %, on she toiled, unit
door. which her benumbed hands opene
with great difficulty. Marguerite Gang
her breath with astonisbment and cellg
as abe entered the door and beheld Il
magnificent light, which her untutor'
1t was the chapel of the Siste
of Loretta, and yespers being. over, t
many lights had been extinguished, al
the only relief to the gloom of twilIg
was the faint glow afforded by the tap
which always barns before our alta
Marguerite glanced upward, and myria
of angels seemed to be floating aboN
while they east glances of love upon n
From the contemplation OF the finely arc
ed and frescoed ceiling her eyes fell up
altar Of ST Joseph, then to that Of t
Blessed Virgin. Marguerite fastened
the altar of Our Lady, and gazed with
deepest emotion of love upon the holy Il
age. The arms were EXTENDED, as II
embrace her the eyes assumed look
life. to Marguerite, while the whole expr
sion of the face beamed with maternal 10
A cob ofjoysescsped the child's lips IL
kneeliDg down before the "Cause of I
Joy,n she gazed enraptured until her g
lids grew heavy, the lashes dropped o
her white cheeks, and Marguerite sic
Her hood had long since fallen from he
aud the golden hair, flowing in wild dis
der, fell upon her neck and shoulders.
was beautiful picture, that innoc
child, kneeling before the image of
Mother of our Saviour, while the shade
fell thickly around her, and the anf
seemed to guard her innocent slum'
Morning dawned: and Sister PlaeidaZr
tering the chapel for her morning de
lions, found tho child kneeling in the 81
position. Tho sun fell through the ma
colored panes of glasses on the litt'e KIN
ing figure, casting a silvery halo aro
the golden head and lighting up the wax
hued features with an unearthly expr
ion. Sister Placida, in surprise, haste