The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1874-07-19
OUR LADY's KNIGHT.
From the Catholic Record.l
CHAPTER 7,

From the Catholic Rsoord.l
cHAPTERr.
Mapv wears have passed since the Incidents
here related happened.
In those days O cry for help rang through tho
Christian world-a cry from Palestine, where
tho Holy sepulchre and the holy places wero
In inadel hands. Those wore brave days.
when men thought not Of comfort or home or
of the case of social life, but save up, without
one thought or regret, all they held most DEAR
and went over the deep seas to Aght under the
banner of the Cross.
History still tells of the brave Hugh Talbot,
who died in the Holy Wars. He had already
set sail for Palestine when his little son and
heir, Bertrand, was born. He bade adiou 20
wife and homo he parted with many broad
acre of his fair estate in order to raise snah
BODY of armed men. With these he Joined the
first Crusade, md fell pierced by the dagger OF
Saracen chief, crying with his last preasn
upon our Lady aud st. George.
It was long before the noble lady heard Of
her husband's heroic death. When she did So,
Bertrand was old enough to ask her why she
| wept and why she wore that heavy mourning
dress.
| The Talbots of Demo were branch OF that
noble and ancient family celebrated in the
I
called the Helde.
The child Bertrand had many faults, but
with Gods help his mother trained him well
and as he grew in years, his soul grew in
beauty. His one great pleasure was to hear
stories of knights and warriors-stories OF
chivalry, wherein the strong helped the weak,
and the brave defended the helpless Above
all other things, he loved 70 sit at his mothers
knee and listen to the story Of his fathers life
| and death. ~
One pleasant bright summer evening In Nay,
the lady and her boy were ont in the garden,
sitting under the shade of the great trees.
The perfume of O hundred flowers filled tho
soft breeze; the western sunbeams fingered
, gliding the blossoms and the trees tho birds
were singing their Vespsr hymn; the little
fountain under the chestuuttrees rippled
merrily. On the lady's knee was largo
: manuscript beautifully illuminated, and she
was bending thoughtfnily over its pages.
Tho boy was playing near her in part Of
v the garden called oar Lsdys Grove. 1t was o
D spot 80 beautiful, that it's memory haunted
2 those who saw 1t, and never died away from
D them. Overhead the thick branches Of the tall
f trees were interviewer 90 as to form perfect
9 arch. Not one glimpse of the blue sky could
! be seen through the leaves, bat the sunlight
g came filtered, as it were, through the branch.
Q ing roof, filing the green glade with q
: mellowed golden light most beautiful to see
t Plumed lilacs and yellow laburnums bloomed
o between the larger trees and the ground WA
II n CARPET Of fairest flowers. Sweet blue violets
9 white lilies, and purple hearssease grew In
Q rich proSusion. At the end Of the grove stood
y q beautiful white marble image of she FtsStr
o and Child. .rs i.
B. Immediately above its head there wns
y small opening in the trees, through when
h golden sunbeam passed, falling upon the fae'
of our Lady and Queen. People came 70 Visi
ID the Helde for it was rich in grand Pasnting
10 and rare NJ uscTipts bat they were forgotten
Il. long before the fairy-like Lsdy's Grove n
* ope knew from whence that woDdrous insg
n, had been brought. 1t was large as life, sn
at the face had o look Of such uuuttersble 4Ov
Of and angelic purity, that It made all who gaze
cd upon it love the Qaeen of heaven. The iiF
%, were parted with n smile; for the Mother va
of gazing iuto the face Of her Divine CHILD
cd Careful hands had tWined fragrant roses an
lie stainless lilies at the feet Of the Star OF th
90 Sea One tall lily seemed bending In lovin
all admiration ever her head. A little fountai
X murmured its sweet ripping soDg in thegEOv
mt and Of all parts Of the gardens there WaS moi
be, the birds liked 90 much as this. They We
md always chanting there the glory Of God Al
the the praise Of His Mother.
!. while he Was still child, Bertrand pl
-, 6erred to say all his prayers in the gro'
~. Whsnevsr ripe fruit, OF sweet cakes, or any
the delicaeles children love 30 wells W