The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-02-14

care for the present, or thought LOT inc luture,
can exist, is denied is incomprehensible.
In the world everything is believed in-the
masculine woman, the morality of stealing,
the philanthropy of the guillotne in the in
habitants of the moon, and other humbugs, as
the English say or canards, as our neghbors
have it or bubbles and fables, as We call them
The satirical sceptic, called the world has
throat down which all these can pass, for there
is nothing credulous rs incrednlity, nor SO
supersitious as irreligion. But it does not
believe in the instincts of purity in modest
desires in humble hearts, and IN religious SEN
tinruts. No indeed the existence of these IS
all hnmbug, bubb'e which it cannot receive.
This monster has not Il throat wide enough |
for these.
CHATTER VI.
Nav smiled. Golden with sunlight, noisy
with the song of its birds and the murmur Of
! its insects; odorous with its flowers, laughing,
and happy to be the month, of all others, dedi-
Gated to Mary.
The wedding day of Ventura aud Elvira had
arrived and the sun, like a friend that hasten
ed to be the first to give them JOY, rose radiant.
They ready to set out for the church.
Anna pressed to her heart the child of her
full in her gladness that she stood with droop-
ping head and eyes cast down. as if oppressed
and dazzled by so much joy. Uncle Pedro,
who had never been so glad in all his life, ex-
ceeded even himself in jokes, hints, and face
tious sayings. Maria, transported with her
own delight, and that of others, shed tears
continualiy-tears,l like the rain drops, which
sometimes fall from clear sky when the sun
is bright.
I As his rays shine through those Drops so
shone Maria's smile through her tears.
"Dcar sister," said Marcia to Elvira, ''next
to mine, my sweet Jesus, your bridegroom is
: the best ard most perfect. See my Ventura,
how well bc appears ; if he bad only spray OF
, lilies in his hand, lie would look like Saint
Joseph in The E,pousals'
y And she had reason to praise her brother
for Ventura, neatly aud richly dressed, NOR.
{ animated and gallant than ever, hurry ing
tho others to set out TIE type sculptor
would have chosen for a statue of Achilles.
- Pelico forgot even Rita. His large soft
-, brown eyes were fixed upon Lis sister with
look of deep and mex plcable tenderness. Rita
was only Indifferent and petulant.
" They were leaving the house when a strange
y sound reached their ears. sound which
= seemed to be made up of the believing of tn
" enraged bull, the lamentations of the wounde
u bird, and the growl of the lion surprised in hi
sleep.
1t vas the cry of alarm and rage of the flock
of fugitives that were arriving, and the e>
/" CARNATIONS of establishment and Indignation
ii the people of the village that were preparin
k, to initiate them.
Tho French had entered Seville with giat
lxc strides, and were hurryiug on in their deva
tating march toward Cadz.
-ia Perico having foreseen the event, had pr
So. pared place of refuge for his family, in
il solitary farm house. far apart from any publ
nd way, aud had horses standing in the stabl
lbs ready against surprise.
II While the men rushed into the yard to u,
on pare the animals, the women wild with fes
S." gathered and tied together the clothes al
whatever else they could carry with them
zen the ranniers.
to What a sad omen :" said Elvira to Nentur
"the day which should join us together SCI
Ter. rates us
sho Nothing can separate us, Elvra," answer
hat Ventura: Il defy the whole world to do
ose Go without fear. We going to prepi
ilEs> ourselves, and shall overtake YOU on
road"
ion ventura saw them depart unuer the prot
ton of Perico, and watched them until IL
red were out of sight.
as But now was heard at the entrance of
the village the fatal sounds of drums which
nounced the arrival of the. terrible phalf
on that threw itself upon that poor unarmed y
d is pie, taken by surprise, and treated with
and mercy.
1t came in the name of an Ubiquitous usur
and tion of which the presidents belong to |
icy barous times, as the resistance it met W
and belongs to the days of heroism-a resista
Pc against which it dashed and was broken, fis
ing without glory and yielding without sh a
Follow me, father" said Ventura. isis
7 to come; must fly"
.ried 1T is too late" replied Pedro they
ence already here. Ventura, hide your sis
lilies when night comes we will escape, but
hide yourselves"