The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-11-14

gulsh q voice from the somewhere SAID: Dear
est angels, you went without asking permission,
and Blessed Lord is displeased with thee. Not
that thou hast committed sin. Oh! do not press
that sorrow to your pure hearts. For your pen
ance thou art condemned to remain on the earth
until the great day of judgment. And now,
revoir; farewell"
Slowly, slowly, with bowed heads and aching
hearts, they sank, sank down, down, on down to
earth, their flashing celestial wings growing small
er and yet smaller. Nevermore until the last
full day would they carry their light spirits through
the refugent perfumed air of heaven. Alas! oh,
alas!
The angels lie trembling the ground, their
wings covering them like pail, the weight of
their awful loss tore their hearts asunder.
Having seen the beauteous, ineffabe Vision,
face to face, how could they carry the bitter
of exile. Eternal lightly God forgive, OH forgive
Presently joyous, rosy Morning appeared peep
ing obove the horizon, close attended by her
band of lovely rosegarlanded Cherubs called the
hours, scattering light and fragrance before her
pathway.
Dark, solemn, ghostly Night shrank away be-
fore her radiant presence, wrapped in clouds of
grayest mists. The happy birds awoke, and soon
the air musical with their morning prayers of
praise to the Great Creator. The Angel of Music
lifted her lovely head from off its lowly pillow
and with movement full of grace flung back her
PALE golden, lustrous hair, fine as threads of gos
samer, and said in voice of sweetest melody:
dearest sister, why weepest thou? Only God
is great. His holy will be done on earth, as thou
knowest it is done in Heaven. His harvest is
ready with few. oh, few to labor in His vine
yard. Let us to work, for we are told work is
prayer"
Finally the Angel of Art chose for her home
country called Greece, and the Angel of Music
chose for her home country called Italy. As
they were from Heaven, both knew beyond doubt
that their true country while on earth in the
hearts, the minds of human beings. who wished
them guests. So the Angel of Music gathered
together all the joys, the laughter, all the signs,
the misery, all the hopes and fears all the faith
and love, all the trust and confidence all the
rfce and loneliness, all the bravery and endurance,
the strength of the martyrs the patriotism of the
soldiers, and, weaving them into a wreath of
quisite sound offered them with many tears to the
Eternal God Her sister, Art carved statues of
purest marble, ivory, and precious wood figures so
noble chaste, ideal that the hearts and minds
of those who look upon them Understandings ex-
claim: ooh! how heavenly beautiful! The dig
nifty the purity expressed in insensate stone" She
painted pictures from those imprinted on her own
heart First of all, those of the most beautiful
Queen of Heaven the great Mother of Christ; and
whole armies of saints and angels not that she
does all this work herself dear little one; she has
had in all ages chosen servants who love to serve
her. With the most unselfsh devotion she is their
inspiration, their strength You will see these
great pictures, dearest boy, hanging in the
churches and palaces of Europe You will one day
learn the names of these servants of the Arts-of
Beethoven, Bach. Mozart, of Fra. Angelica, Raph-
ae, Murilo, of Michael Angelo, and all those great
good, wonderful men whom the exiled Angelo in
spred to build those magnificent cathedrals and
abbeys in honor and in adoring love of the most
mighty God of Heaven and earth. But oh the
pity of it, dearest boy. The enemy of the blessed
Lord, who is called Satan, and whose home is in
hell, where all those who listen to his promptings
and do his will must surely, surely go for all eter-
nifty, enved with all his black heart this work of
the exiled angels. SO he laughed at it, telling
mankind not to believe in them, or their Heaven
sent mission. He polluted the arts as far as he
could into the sensuous for the pleasure of fools.
So, dearest boy, you must learn to discriminate
the true from the false. Anything that does up
lift the heart the soul to God in love- in hope in
faith, Is true art. Anything that degrades the
soul, through the eyes ears is of the devil and
not true art, let it be ever so beautiful.
As you grow older you will learn that beauty
is universal gift and to never Judge from the
appearance of anyone. Good people can be very
beautiful also can the servants of the devil be
fair to look at, to listen to-
Sometimes little boys and girls will say II just
hate music, when dearest Mamma wishes them to
study which much practice. OH they do
not realize [ am sure, how they wound the heart
of the Angel of Music. You know, she particu-
laTly loves little boys and girls and hovers near
them, listening, hoping that some day this one or
that one may be worthy to write out the glorious
harmonies she is so eager to whisper to their !
beautiful inspirations, then, OH then they will
become her devoted servants So true is their love
that they give her their lives if need be- asking nor
expecting reward. Just to leave the world better
more ideal, through their having lived to be the
means of drawing heart to love God and un-
derstand His goodness. To tighten the burden of
life, for some fainting soul. To bring some hap
piness into human hearts and lives And their
reward! Well, some have a statue raised in their
honor, and some, just worthy. perhaps. have
grave, violet grown. But oh! dear little one. if
they keep their hearts pure, how great is their re-
ward in Heaven For our dearest Lord will saw
to these faithful servants of His holy will: Tn
asmuch We have done it for these, my children,
We have done it for me. Enter thou into rest"
So may all good angels guide and defend you.