The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1876-03-12
NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY MORNING, MARCH 49, 1876

People had spoken to me of Our Lady @
buglose, and of the miracles operated at he
sanctuary. Hopeless of being further benf,
ed by doctors stutfs, or mineral waters, re
solved to apply elsewhere for assistance-toth
BLESSED Virgin. Once more, however, triet
the waters at Baregee. During my stay
heard Tor the first time of the pilgrimage o
Lourdes. From the reports current, l con
ceivsd great hopes of being soon relieved.
determined to spend two days at Lourdes
when l beheld the uninterrupted streams o
people that fastened to the grotto, my conf
dence grew tirmer and firmer. The waters O
Bareges had left my wound as gaping and a.
frlghtful as previously. l went to the grotto
prayed, drank, and bathed my sore. On the
spot removed the dressing that covered the
sore. The next day l repeated my remedy
there scarcely remained anything of the wound.
was cured. You can easily imagine my Joy.
Nevertheless, went to Buglose in accordance
with my first inter ntion. There, the sore closed
up completely"
Look" confined he, uncDvernC his neck,
on which no trace of q wound was perceptible,
'do you see any sore Well, just there, on that
very spot was the inveterate and rotting sore
Lady of Lourdes, 1 speak from experience
Go to the grotto, repeat, go with confidence"
These words were received as q message
from heaven Fosses was a faithful, practical
Christian. Since his youth he had never
ceased to love and honor the Blessed Virgin.
When the traveller had concluded his recital,
and had made the miracle palpably evident,
even to the senses, the suffering man felt
strong feeling of confidence spripgipg up in
his heart :. he would be cured by Oar LADY of
Lourdes. He became settled in this idea, and
the conviction filled him with expectant
joy.
pilgrimage to the grotto resolved up.
on. But when should he set out 3? How would
he reach the place His strength had all
dwindled away; his suferings were most in
tense. Would his head be able to endure the
jolting of the conveyance These preoccupa-
tions abated his joy, and smothered his pre-
Vious hopes.
The Blessed Virgin vouchsafed to despatch
to him q second messenger. boarding
house keeper at Arsacq, Mr.. Dussau, happeus |
oy mere chance, to entertain him with the |
letails of pilgrimage to Lourdes, which he |
lad just accomplished. 81 also," said he, 81 |
Ilso know what marvels the Blessed Virgin
IAN, and does operate at the grotto. was in |
he town. whittier had gone to enjoy few
lays rest in the home of some relatives of
nine.
l saw crowds constantly Rockng towards
he grotto: fell into the current, and let my
elf be borne tbither. For a couple of days
lad been suffering from indisposition. The
l must say, were not alarming;
till the lassitude that resulted put me to great
inconvenience. The pilgrims were drinking
nd laving themselves at the spring. In pres
nee of the lively faith, which evidently in
pired these acts, something whispered to me
hat l should initiate them. confess that
here was little earnestness or feEver exhibited
y me in petitioning for the removal of my
odily indispostion; but drank and laved
lyself. Immediately every uneasy sensation
isappeared. 1t was done in the twinkling Of
n eye, as if jerked off q coat and threw it
own. Ny good Fosses, you know that am {
our friend. Take my advice. The doctors
ce all at their wits end; apply now to the
lessed Virgin. Go to Lourdes" I
This time the pilgrimage was determined
T good, and Notwithstanding an increase of ;
fering and exhaustion, the poor fellow /
.avely set out with his wife on the tenth of
ovember, 1867. :
The journey was protracted agony. The '
fortunate sufferer lay orouching at the bot t
m of the vehicle, without strength or ANNA :
IN, powerless to support his aching head b
hich, bent low upon his breast, swung help t
'sly from side to side with every jar of the y '
lgon. gloomy melancholy brooded over il
) soul, whilst his body was weighed down n
extreme pain. Not q syllable escaped his
's: the excess of mental and physical de- d
ession rendered him speechless. "
The wagon finally rolled into Lourdes. A O
ort rest was taken, after which Foases, n
ming for support on his wife, dragged him.