The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1903-03-28

graves of buried friendships. The good
God can raise the dead to hfe-he can
and he will. In another life your soul
will find countless friends whose lives
have been the lovelier for your good
deeds. Tonight your heart is torn and
bleeding, Have you not a million
times inplored the Savior to make your
like to his when you prayed and la
bored; like to his when you went
about doing good; like to his when you
taught and consoled others; but most
like to his when you bore reproaches
and contempt.
And do you complain because your
heart is sad and lonely? Never a heart
SO sad, never a heart so lonely as the
heart of Christ when it beat upon
earth.
And do you complain because your
heart is wounded? Never a heart so
sensitive as was the heart of Jesus.
1.-The soul that loves is the soul that
suffers. life of love is a life of pain.
The great saints of God were sensitive,
and they suffered much because they
loved much. Thank God that\you are
able OF suffer; if you could not suffer,
you could not love.
You have been called an old maid;
that is the worlds epithet. In heaven
you are called a virgin in heaven, if
you but persevere, you shall be one of
those white-robed ones who follow the
Lamb whithersoever he goeth, singing
a new canticle. The VOW of chastity
which you took in early life, and which
you renewed year after year, has added
an exquisite beauty to your soul. In
the world there may be no place for
old maids; the fields of light are theirs,
moreover
No vocation to be an old maid?
All, could you see your mother now!
From heaven she gazes in love and
prayer upon her child, who gave up all
the glad prospects of life that a moth
er's illness might be lightened, a moth
er's declining years might be glad
dened by daughters tender hand
and loving words. And when she left
you alone, instead of flying to the con-
vent, as was your hearts desire you
stayed in the world to bring UP your
brother and sister. You did your
mothers work as she would have done
it, today your brother is a missioner
in Africa and your sister a Sister of
Charity, because you spent your life
for them, and now, my child, that you
have given your energy and your sue
cess to God, do you wish to stop? Do
you grudge him your lassitude, your
pains. your crosses?
Very beautiful is it to be like to
Christ in doing .good-more beautiful
to be like him in bearing GOODNESS, in
gratitude and contempt. Very noble
is it to fight for God; nobler still is it
to stand under fire, to watch and wait
in obscurity.'
"'Ahr cried Miss Gregory. Thank
God, thank God, for all the crosses he
has ever sent me; they were tokens of
his love. And in advance I thank him
for every cross that is to come. Now 1
begin to understand the full meaning
of devotion to the Most Sacred
Heart. -
Miss Eustace stopped as abruptly as
she had begun. There was no applause
not even a whisper.
What a pity the story isn't true"
said a friend to Mrs. Eustace an hour
later.
But it is true" she insisted.
What! Angel and all?"
MY dear, every messenger of God
is an angel. Miss Gregory, as 1 called
her, is a cousin of mine, dead these
many years-and the angel in this case
was her confessor. New World.