The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1888-03-10
THE SANITY DON B0SCo.
The Great Friar of Turin and His
Wonderful Work Among the Chill
dren of the Poor.
WINNING THEIR CONFIDENCE.

QIeM OF lne fOOT.
WINNING THEIR CONFIDENCE
HE Would Talk to Them Of Duty and
Warn Them Of the perils Surrounding
Them in Their Vagrant Life, "
Writing in February from the Pied
montese capital TO the Sun, I'M. de 81
thus told the story Of the famous frate:
In the northern as we'll as in the old
aristocratic parts OF Turin are narrow
streets, looking al the more narrower
because they are jammed in between
such stately immense palaces. Forty
and odd Years ago, there lived in one OF
the biggest and gloomlest Of these pal
aces brisk, active, delightful old lady
called the Maichesa dl Barolo. How,
being French and a descendant OF the
illustrious family Of Colbert, she came
TO win the Piedmontess nobIeman, how
he left her, quite young still, chiIdLasss
widow endowed with all his worldly
goods, among them the Casa BArolo,
matters little; enough that she dwelI
therein till her death at an advanced
age, a bright little bird in Il hage gild cd
cage, that she seemed the fairy OF the
gaunu pile, with it's heavy marbles,
lofty and endless suites OF rooms. fres-
coed ceilings, and tall windows, through
which only e dim light filtered upon tbs
silken hung and tapestrieti walls, be-
cause, however dazzling the outer sun
shine, it could only dart few pale rays
down into the cool, dasky. marrow
street. It used to be q curious sight to
ses the Old marches;a dining III der ap,
parently bounaless dining saloon az Z.
slnal! ronud table, the silver plate On
the distant sidtboarl yWinkling like re.
mate stars in the shadow, while white
headed retainers, in the family liver
les, busted themselves in hoYerlng
round the table ana ministeEing to her
frugal appetite. Ii was more curious
still to see hor receive visitors, and, in
order to entertain them, show them the
treasures OF the palazzo, running with
short qaiei. steps. across the inlaid
floors, and, with white, wrinkled. jew
ellef fingers shaking as she passed the
nodding heads OF chinese Manuarins,
opening a steel claypeu monastic Bible,
slip over the beads OF some saints ros~
airy, unfold the doors Of unique cento re.
llquaSy, or point with q backward
glauceto the miniature ct some notori-
ous beauty OF the wicked reign of Louis
XIV. But strausest Of all was to hear
her stop suddenly, and, in her shrilI,
quick, but not unmusical voice, ask
suddenly, "Have you seen Peiico ?"
then whisper an ORDER TO an usher in
black, and lead the way back to her
usual sitting roun'. Then, while a So
date majordomo, followed by Two equal
ly sedate salltes, broughE in the black
coffee which Is invariably offered ID old |
PledmOntese houses to every caller at
whatever time OF the day he comes,
porliere. would be softly lifted in the
corner OF the big, dim apartment and a.
small, pale, whjte-hai1ed man III cleri-
cal costume would glide in, bow to the
rubbing his hands and be in
trt>duced as the ''Abbe Pelico.' 1t was
indeed Silyio pelico, the aIthor of '' Nile
(3ririr,,s ;? tln f.;AMI tho
OF the hostess, finding in
her home restful haven after his long
Austrian captivity. Shyly would he sit
down, rarely lift his eys, hardly open
his lips, and when he heard from the
kind nlarchesa the welcome words:
Don stop, dear able, if you are busy"
he would glide away again, his steps
Ill the more hesitating from rapidly in-
;reasing blindness The ]hfarchesa di
Barolo was the most pious and charita-
Die OF women; busting little angel of
mercy; she was godmother to an incal-
'ulable number of little Catholic infants
md she founded a refuge for lost
women, where, free from sordid temp
ations, they could repent, atone and
md their redeemed lives in peace and
Iuiet The almoner she had at first
elected foE this asylum, who filed the
'ost for time, was a young priest Of
he province Of Asti, already renowned
or his charity and gentleness. It was !
Jon Bosco, the man who died January
4, after sanity life of charity, holy
OF suffering childhood.
ike some before him and like others
vho have walked in his footsteps, such
S the Abbe Roussel in France, he was !.
orn with the apostolic missionary v0
alton. When he met beggar boys or
title vagabonds in the streets, he felt :
rresistibly attracted toward them and
npelled to redeem them. On Sunday,
fter mass, he would take them out for
walk, feed them, and gradually win-
ing their confidence and capturing :.
heir attention. he would talk to them