The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-02-07

i Foor nature was weak and had almost Prev iled
, The weary eyelids were closed;
But the soul rose in triumph and joyfuy hailed
The sweet queen of fowers-the rose.
"Whtsnntide was the time the season of lover:
Methought the blest spirit had chose
To leave for while the mild form of a dove
And come in the blush of q rose
Come, Heavenly Spirit descend on each breast
AS thou once didst on Mary, thy temple Of rest
L OF MARY 3 our mystical rose.
Oh may every rose that blooms forth eyermore
Enkindle the spirit of those
Wno see it, or wear it. to bless and adore
When Mother Seton returned, she found
the lines with the rose still living on her
bosom and locking in the sweet nptnrned
face, she saw the sisnet of death stamped
upon the luminous eyes, and knew by her
short, heavy breathing that ere long she
would be singing her songs in the rose
gardens of paradise.
Suggestive of peace and lowliness az
are these creations, yet even they have
been perverted by the passions of man
into insignia of blood and shame, The
thirty. years war of the houses of York
and Lancaster make the white and red
| rose ever associated with the sorrows and
humiliations, the heroic endurance, and
true womanly nobility of Margaret of Apiou.
We see her as she stands under her rose.
banner, on the heights of Tewksbury.
with dauutless courage in her heart, and a
mothers wild prayer upon her lips; stand
ing there, amid the wild havoc, unflinch-
ingly, until the waling, weird blast of
the trumpeters tells her that her beautiful
white rose is broken at the stem, and its
leaves scattered, trampled and bathed in
the life blood of her only son.
Tracing, then, these adumbrations
throughout the spiritual aspect of life, is it |
strange that we have learned to look upon
these fral children of the beautiful as one
or the connecting links with heaven OF !
such every heart has its conservatory
every home its storehouse of withered.
seen TEES mementoes, that recall, when the
gates or the sanctuary are unbarred mem
ories deep and vOiceless, and faces whose
beauty has paled, like them, in drst.
iiere is the remnant of cross of immor-
tettes. 1t was taken from the breast of
loved one who died far away in a foreign
land, among strangers. 1t was sent with
the last spoken words to comfort and uplift
the heart Of the mOurners; and as we lift
1t from the sacred casket, the echo of those +
words seems to have taken form in the rus
Tie of its blghted leaves, aud the old sub,
aued sorrow breaks out afresh before the
memories and images
evoked by withered flower.
Hero lie together sprig of orange bios
som and a white rosebud, double memoir {
Ere the perfume of the orange blossom h
lad faded from her brow, the white rose
ay on her pulseless heart. Ere the echo {
II the wedding march had died on the air, n
was merged into requiem of woe.
All this spray of brown leaves! what ,
memories lie folded in it's veins ~ pisRt I
ure of q lone, far away grave rises, ats
y It's SIDE kneei wife and daughter,
ONE from a great distance to pay Some
rlbute to a beloved ones last Testing
pot, in land of strangers. Desc A
ate looked the bare, uncultivated
rangers hand had placed plain wooden
ross to mark the spot for the absent ones. pr
nd planted wild rose which twined its
rms over and around the cross in graceful =
eauty, as II to offer poor substitute for
lie visits of loving friends. How warmly r
lie prayers of the widow went forth for that j
nknown one who had thus filled the place
nd thoughtfhlness of the absent
A prisoner walks rapidly up and down sr
le parapet of the Capitol prison in Wash OF
gton, the wild throbbings of his heart
'eping time to the tramp, tramp of his
stless feet, which long for space, for CT
'erty, and the sound of the brother voices
at send their wild echo from the other
1e OF the Potomac. Suddenly the laugh. y
OF child's. voice sounds above him, =
C, as he In surprise raises his eyes, 10 j
,herub head looks from a window down
OF him, and the little hands drop at lis
st half blown rose 6S
Wars wild alarum call" suddenly dies
t, and the soldiers dream of glory gives Rec
ice to the mans warm love, The wide
me, aud over and above the din of battle
ats the voice of mother and sister in low th -
prayer for the absent one, who, mpelled or ,I r
a noble peoples cry for aid, fastened p pete
the rescue. and found instead of the elan e1i
battle the cold, dark walls of a prison w
ne. Lo the power and pathos of ~
le child and fragile flower within the 1874
lis of dungeon.
! father kneels in grief unutterable by
soulless body of n little daughter. In
agony of his rebellious grief, lie prays
Tod to send him one ray of comfort, one EXP
am OF light, to see and know that the
lsition is at least well for her. AS he
es his head, his eyes fall upon the fami Rscs
bible, and with the prayer still in his VIII
TT opens its leaves, and his finger, as if -
led by an angel, falls upon these lines, UNI
I'd he took the damsel by her hand, and n
unto her, say unto thee arise" With L.
sacred verse, there came shining down
his heart a clear, sweet perception of "a
tact that at that very moment our Lord
Ia Christ who alona 10 I,a