The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-03-07

Unstained through life he worei
Tf The lily sceptre of the just
King Louis brightly bore.
O Christian matron in thy heart
This lesson fair ensbrinej
And let the best, heroic prayer
OF holy Blanche DO thine.
For what all the gifts OF earth,
The charms Of form and face.
II tho immortal soul hath lost
S It's bright bsptismal gracei
Ayl what avails tho wealth Of worlds.
If, lured by syren vice,
~ Gods heir hath sold his birthright fair.
His only ''penrl Of price 7"
In vain may proud ambition grasp
Vast realms to tyrants givon'
II from his guilty hand hath passed
The herjtage Of heaven.
|HoW THE CRICKET BROUGHT GOOD EoR
TUNE.
h nv friend jacques went into a bakers
|ntSor one day, to buy little cake which he
[sAncied in passing. He intended it for a
|ehild whose appetite was gone, and who
33ula be coaxed to eat, only by amusing
hfnes He thought that such pretty Loaf
|tns&l54 tempt even the sick. Whlie he
Waftgd for his change. little six years
old In poor bat perfectly clean clothes,
emit ed the bakers shop.
\ NaEA'am," said he to the bakers wife,
Effnaatker sent me for a loaf of bread"
%he woman elm bed upon the counter
EftAlH happened in country town. took
Efrol She shelf of four-pound loaves the
best one che could find, and put it into the
arms Of the little boy.
Ny friend jacques then fret observed
the thin aud thoughtful face of the little
fellow. 1t contrasted strongly with the
x1nsaA, open countenarce of the great loaf,
hich he was taking the greatest care.
st1Iave you any money 7" said the bak-
81 b wife.
s1ls little boys eyes grew sad.
No, ma'am." said he, hugging the Loaf
to bis thin blouse "but mother told
ME 81 say that she would come and speak
"a H4n about it tomorrow"
IN along" said the good woman !;
tS&tfy your bread home, child"
hank you, ma'am," said the poor little
~ friend jacques came forward for his
8SI&y. He had put his purchase into his
@aEkAE and was about to go when he found
kild with the big loaf, whom he had
AppHbsed to be half way home, standing
stock Still behind him.
What are you doing tberef 7" said the
&erB wife to the child, who she had also
0neht to be fairly eff. "Don't you like
he bread 7"
skissi yes, ma am" said the child.
ell, then, carr it to your mother, M
ftiend. If you wait any longer she
hfnk you are playing by the way, and
Ton III get scoldiDg."
The child did not seem to hear. Some
thing ahe orbed his attention.
The bakers wife went up to him, and
gave him friendly tap on the shoulder.
1WhGt are you thinking about said
abe.
sGa,am," said the little boy, "what is
&c that sings7"
lsT6ere is no singing" said she.
eyes" said the little fellow. "Hear it
0ueelE, queek, queek, queek ~
NY friend and the woman both listened,
ns fhey could hear nothing, unless it was
1opg of the acknowledgement guests
aher's houses.
IS little Bird" said the dear little
"or perhaps the bread sings wher
q, SO apples doR"
indeed, little goosey," said the
baker wife ''those are crickets. They
sing in the bakehouse because we are
lighting the oven, and they like to see the
aran
Crickets !" said the child. "Are they
aity erickets7'
Yer, to be sure" said she, good humor
ehild's face lighted up.
aiam, )" said he blushing at the boldnes
n llin reuuest, 81 would like it very mucI
sou would give me a cricket"
icket," said the bakers wife, smil
hat in the world wonld you d.
ticket my little friend I woulC
\ We you all there is in the house t.
N them, they run around 3d."
A'am," give me one, only one,
y" said the child clasping his lit
ands under the big loaf. "The!
say crickets bring good luck int
hcnses a perhaps if we had one at home
others who has so much trouble, wouldn'
any more"
az does your poor mamma cry Z" sal,
md, who could no longer help join
b conversation.
connt of bills, sir, said the littl
"Father is dead, and mothe
Dry hard, but she cannot pay then