The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1878-02-06

cohsecrate Ihelr lives t0-thlS grca
charity. They extend the hand o
Kindness to these poor ontcasts
wallowing in the very Stun of degra
dation, and, may add, but too Otter
the victims, basely betrayed Ivy the
lust of designing men, profiting b,
specializing upon the very confidence
of their victims-a confidence which
possessing no guile, imputes it no,
to others. Perhaps the offer is re-
jecJed, the answer to it one of de-
spair. mo use! the world rejects
US. Even if we reform we bear its
memorable curse" But to this, in
gentle accents, the Sisters reply:
"Come to US; We will receive you
care for you; protect yon; home you
shall have among US; souls you
have to save;" and, to give emphasis
to their words, pointing to the scene
of Calvary, tell them: "There is
your God! He died upon the cross
to save the prostitute as we'll as the
pure" Can there be nobIer charity
than this: And how few think who
see and who admire the noble band
of Sisters of Charity and other reli-
gious societies devoted to works of
mercy, what training is requisite to
produce such beings. Has it not
been as when We view some beautiful
work of art we have thought only Of
the work, but taken no heed of the
struggle, the care 1t has COST, as of a
piece Of fine lace that for months
and years with straining has occu-
pied the artist, perhaps the loss OF
sight its elimination? know
by bitter experience what it
involves.
MY ONLY DAUGHTER
is now religious Of one of the Con-
vents in France of this very ORDER
A child of such tenderness and affec-
tion that l never left home for Office
or returned after the days toll was
over, but that, if she heard my foot
step, she ran to meet me, and her
arms entwined about my neck, she
as rapturously kissed me as if it had
been for the absence of voyage
Talented, accomplished, dutiful, she
is gone and we may never meet
again. Think you that she has no
heart? That have none to consent
to such separation? The truth
told, two hearts are wrung with an.
guish. And in a recent visit to her,
my aunt and cousins, still Hugue-
nots, still clingiog to the "faith of
their fathers visited her; and to
quote their language, sit was terrible
to see how happy she was," for, as
they thought, "she was too young to
know her own will" And they add
ed that she never mentioned my
name but tears glistened in her eyes.
Seeming inconsistency, but most
easily explained. She and both
believe that God called her to this
duty, a duty we both regard as he
roic. Grieve we may that we do not
meet, and yet we rejoice that God
has thus honored her. No selfish
feeling prompts either to falter, nor
are we in this more unfeeling than
the mother who, with binding tears,
bids farewell to her darling son, call |
ed in the service Of his country to
the field of danger-with this differ.
ence, that with us it is the higher,
the nobler, the holier duty to Cod
But have you ever thought Of the
struggle such a life involves-its
trials2 That to be fitted for the
sphere, the neophyte must, in the
heyday of youth, when life is vivid
with its most brilliant illusions, for
sake kindred, friends, leave home
of refinement, perhaps even Of luxu-
ry-not for glory, for she hides even
her name to take that of a religieuse;;
not for money for she gives of her
own wealtEi--but for the love of God,
to devote her whole life to the res
cue Of the unfortunate harlot, that
the latter may be changed from an
outcast here to an angel hereafter?
its aim or it's managers be
considered, Can there be nobler
work Of charity than that promoted
by the Good Shepherd?'- New Or
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