Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1879-11-22
l:afEllCIANA..SENTlNEl.
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=. tries to rise again, but cannot. y
F. Il! She cam o, die, spare her lie, she
:, young, and SO much is left undone.
then with paug of self rcproach
r. thinks Of the old man at her feet
.-, now lies motiouless and speechiess,
: clasps his head in her arms ana
:. ,athes upon his icy face, he Is enwrap-
| in the slumoer that procetes death.
A.; :, ~. calls trantically upon his name and
- ,.;es him. Hank ! he breathes some
:, ,,st inaudible sounds, she puts her
. to his lips and strains her sense OF
ring. "Of such is the kingdom OF
,ven." They are the last words that
-, FRANCOIS utterso earth. She sees
; so, and resigns herself to her fate,
fixes her eyes on the sky. while her
Z ,:,n fingers tell over her beads. The
It that will soon shroud them in, piles
higher and higher around, but the
ing gir. LAS lost all sense OF terrestrial
&, ,iects, earth has disappeared from her
int. What is it she beholds Is it q
;:on or a blessed reality ? the heavens
"A we opened and she sees seated upon His
.algent throne, the Crucitied and His
her with him. His face is too glori-
+, to look upon for eyes not yet
oroughly pdrged from the dross OF
.1h. but the Mother bends her gaze
onward, not sad and fearful, as she is
PRESENTED in tho village chapel, nc
" of sorrow is sue now, but radiant
it'll ioy and happiness. In her hand
those who have won tho kingdom
Heaven. Her voice breaths forth; tho
ice that is sweeter than ear hath evel
=. .mgined, for it is tuned with anSe
p, loristers to the praise of Father, Sol
alL Holy Spirit. I" Little one, tho'
>.Duldsb be saint, to few such bliss j
.r,ven, but mount thou up for thou has
=. .losen the better part, and to day IL
,,ine. Come thou well beloved and III
,rit the home prepared for thee from
ale beginning of the world.' III
.riling voice, sweeter than all earthl
: ,unds, rings forever in Marle's ears
loser comes the crown, the crown she Ia
.,..ayed for, to her head, she smiles am
clasps her hands in ecstacy, the fountai
..I perfect bliss is hers. She smiles an
i: CHS her life away. On the third da
,cy find them, the old man and til
,,.iden. cold, cold and dead, his heat
still claspcd in those icy but faithful
Inns. the little shawl wrapped aroun
i'm, her own shoulders bare, and the
..ay, those wondering peasants, " See, u:
,.,.lfish Marie, even in death she though
r,nothers comfort, to herself she PFC
+, 4rred another" They SORROW for heI
-)ittle. one even drops n tear on her col
=, zee. for she was kind and good to III
Y,,useful of little ones. They say &C
nd over again. Poor Marie, poor Ma
piew How can they know what inics
SIS gift is hers, nor who had bent froi
n;cr seat at the Sons side to clasp her t
der heart. "Poor Marie ! My rich an
T,uppy Marie! No saint was she, say tt
villagers, and they sig as they think
1,.- earnest strivings thrown away
he last only Mannon' S child, uncanon'ze
vas she by Holy Father, nor at h'
,mb are miracles wrought. But Josett
Dedee and old grabbed Toinette, Iolnet
Who has closed her heart against III
lind, believe in her saintship, aad tho
only keep her memory fresh and gree
Waiting till that day shall come, when tt
secrets of all hearts shall be reveale
md He shall honor those whom He love
--H<5-0~ann----