The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-09-13


produce it in his mind before the chisel OIL
the sculptor brings ohaste life from the coidI
stone he must form his ideal of lovelinessy
within his own soul
Bot difficult though it be to understand, still
more describe, pre-emnent sanctity, it ID theI
only thing on earth that compels- the knee toI
bend. In these days of worldliness and mann
mon worship, when even the divinity that
doth hedge in a king" no longer dazzles tinj
proportion to the number of bayonets that
support majesty, the remains of poor priest
whose abilities were rather powerful than
brilliant, who knew this world only to despisel
lit, who had nothing to leave behind him butt
ibis blessing, are received with spontaneous at
lection and reverence such as no monarch opI
earth could command; they are lowered tol
their temporary resting place amid the teafs
THE prayers, the blessings, of his people. Incl
simple faithful who shower on that sacred
spot the fair flowers so emblematic of his SIM
gular innocence, impelied by pious instinct
cease their Requiems, and implore his interces-
sion as one of the just made perfect. Thou
idst lore us, and plead for as in thy life, do not
forget US ao,c that thou art before the King. Tell
Him that thou art our Brother, our Father, that
tJof tRy sake He oo WoFCgos ~ @o, 0"'
soul may lire in consideration Of thine.
1t is hard to realize that we shall meet him
no more on earth. Many of us can recall him.,
athletic of limb and robust of frame, careless
iof self, prodigal in his charities, covetous of
labor, seeking out the feyer-stricken and the
wretched, wearying his feet after the straying
sheep of the fold =
'And all for love, ard nothing for reward:"
the sanity religious, the devoted friend, the]
Israelite without guile, the great priest that
pleased God.
But another picture is more famili liar now
that shattered frame prematurely bowed down.
10y labors and sutferngs; that sweet, childlikeI
}conntenance~ whose every lineament is indeli-
] bly, stamped on our memory; the peculiar
jcadences of that sympathetic voice which bel
5could so we'll modulate to the necessities of
5all-that heavy figure slowly moving through
the spacious aisles of st. Alphonsus, pausingI
lever and anon to look around on his children
we see him toiling through the streets, stop
I piug here and there, posing his almost he1p-
Hess body on his cane, and we hear him: Obj
James, I've been looking out for you; didn't
see you in the old place last Sunday then a
confidential whisper, during which Jamess
weather-stained eountenance assumes deeper
! hue, as the Fathers magnetic hand rests on
I his broad Shoulders not ungraceful group
g I'll be with you this evening for sure, God
bless you, Father Duffy )" and James jumps on
4his dray with new sunshine in his heart and g
Hfresh resolve not to let the world keep hin
from his God.
A last look, and the gushing tears will no
sallow Us to write moro. The same figure lie
prostrate after death precious in the sight of tn
& Lord-the rules, the beads, the crucifx on hi
breast, the large white lily which by happ!
inspiration is placed there, too, as typical Of hi
Extraordinary purity, the sweet smile tina
: fingered about those wasted lips when tn
e ransomed sonl had winged its flight to Para
idise He was but lent us, he belonged to Cos
) rather than to the world, and, ere this, ha
4 realized that it is good for a man schen he hat
borne the yoke Of the Lord from his youth-th
E scene was no fairer when his own mother, VIII
might have seen his last slumber, kissed tn
waters of Baptism from his infantile brow
There was no sacrifice he could make for Co
that he did not make freely, nay, jovfully, AM
we'll might he address his dearest Saviour
Glorify thou me. for, all things, my Belorcd the oil
Wand the neU I hare kept for thee.