Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1894-02-01

tent service to win her; but remember
this is Rachael. Should Leah come, still
serve bravely on and, at length, Duty will
reward. Rachaels only veil now is a
sweet smile, for she IL nobly won. Duty Is
satisfied. and the toiler enjoys his bride"
Have you any more questions to ask?"
Yes" you ans Sered, 1.-TWO. First, why
do you pray to the virgin in the Angelus?'
That is easily answered In your con-
gregations the minister asks the brethren
to pray for various thinys-that the sea
son may be fruitful that contagious
disease may cesse-thst an erring brother
may be recalled from evil wsys-that the
minister himself may receive grace and
strength for his work So st. Paul asked
for prayers. 50 with all churches In all
times. In fact, part OF the duty OF min
lister Is to pray for his flock Is not all
this true?'
Yes" you answered, "but those are
prayers direct to God"
Il beg pardon" continued your friend:
"the .fHal prayer in each case is direct to
God. But the .drst petition IL to some one
else. asking that other person. or persons,
70 pray To God for the intention OF the
original petitioner. Even 50 in oar case.
We ask the blessed Virgin TO pray for US,
as one here asks another to pray for him
Her prayer is direct to God Bu., of
course. we pray direct to God ais, as the
hnal PRAYER Of the angeus shows"
"A last question Ou what ground do
you refer to Mary as the mother OF God?
She surely did not bring God Into exis-
tence. Therefore she is not the mother
Of God"
Your objection implies confusion Of
ideas" he answered ~ not The mother
who bore you yoar mother? and mother Of
you enttreiy?"
"Undoubtedly."
We'll, your soul is the noblcr part Of
Non. without your soul you are not
Your soul came direct from God From
Your mother yod received your body
Surely she /, mother Of TIE uopler part Of
you, your soul. Hence when YOU die she
says. My son has gone 70 Cod But your
body may be r,tting In the grave. In the
same way is Mary the mother Of God |
She did not cause divinity; but She was |
the material and efilcient cause Of a Being |
who Is divine, H. j. human. it /. true, but |
He i also divine ana II. y not ,irg per.
soHs, He j. Goldman she j. His mother; |
therefore mother OF. the uoblcr part Of |
Him. The trouble, 1t seems 10 me, with |
those who hold to this objection j. that, |
though they acknowledge and confess
Jesus Christ TO be divine they do not
realize that H. il Goa"
| will conclude tns little Sketch bv
short story taken from the life OF st. John |
Gus!hcrtus John was of noble family, |
aud was born in the city Of Florence.
Italy. The customs and traditions Of his
country men had much weight with him
He was young man Of thu world and
soldier by profession. The blood Of Italy.
as W arm a, the sunshine Of his native land
and as pure. flowed through his veins; ii
was tempered by rays OF q softer light,
religion, bringing light and GOODNESS from
Calvary lie had brother, Hugo, whom
hr loved teudrrly and strongly, a. Italians
are said 10 love. But one day he sought
this brother. aud sought In vain, for au
enemy had been before him at the place Of
Intended meeting, and in the quarrel which
arose Hugo was slain. Fancy, If you NAV,
the resolution for revenge that filed the
heart Of John when he gazed upon the
dead body Of hs beloved brother, cut
down in the flower Of his DAYS
1t was not long before portuuity
offered, some would say by chance, pre-
fer TO say by providence. While passing
through a narrow cut in a thick wood
J phn came full upon the murderer Of hi-
brother. John bore sword by his side.
as was the custom then for men Of his
rank and professions; the other was un-
armed and escape seemed Impossible |
q nick as anger the hand of John sought |
the hilt Of his sword, and in moment the
blade was half drawn from its scabbard But
that same moment found the murderer on
his knees before John
Spare me, he cries Spare me for |
Christ's sake! lie died for you and me- |
Let me live to repent | beseech you in
His name"
For the instant OF q flash John hesitates, |
his hand stll upon the hit--the shadows |
of evening are falling like pall upon the |
wood, but the light still fingers; the |
shadows of hate axe still on Johns manly |
face, but the light has not quite left it,
for it Is a manly face In that instant of
hesitation there comes softly, yet clearly, |
through the wood, Just like Sigh Of the
dying day, the familiar notes Of the even
ing angelus. The pause is prolonged, not
Il word is now spoken, but memory is
active, and memory says: That | may
be made worthy of the promises of
bard; now John too is on his knees; the
shadow has left his face it CLEANS with
the glow of evening on the world after a
perfect day. They embrace; the angelus
10 salu aht dfISihs, arm I'D arm, LLey seek
the monastery close by. John never lett
this abode till he became st. John. His
life ever after was living angelus.
May the angelus bring to us the same
lesson, the same peace And when the
evening of life comes, as we hear for the
last time its soothing chime" may we
feel the full sentiment of the poet when
he wrote:
Those evening bells, those evening bells
How many time their music tells
OF love, and home. and that sweet time
When first heard their soothing chime"
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