The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-10-02
Ooindn'S Q)orId
CONDUCTED BY HELENE vALEAU.

| gaSh deeper and wider than ever was
made by the scourge of speech. Lock
! jaw may hide folly; it may hide jeal-
ousy, envy, unspeakable bitterness too.
Buddha, popular idol with feather
! headed faddiSts today, left his young
wife and child out of love for solitude.
He should have been arrested for wife
desertion, and if he did not want TO
talk to his wife, at least he should have
been compelled to support her. In the
family circle there is no legitimate
place for wise, contemplative Buddhas.
If any man will not talk, neither let
him eat Hunger will soon find him a
! tongue. Charity flows into speech of
pen or tongue, oh hand clasp or kindly
look spontaneously as the rose sheds
its fragrance on the summer air.
do not wait with grace unspoken,
While life's daily bread is broken,
Gentle speech is oft like mama from
the Skies"
Charity, the mutual love of little
children and Of God begins at home
but it should not end there. Christ
became little child Tor every man of
woman born. The outstretched arms
on the cross embraced the world. Now
especially is it true of every man, lay
man and priest for Christ we are am
bassadors," Christ as it were scatter
ing consolation through US. Christ
gave His hearts blood out of pure
charity. He kept nothing for Himself.
He died naked on a naked cross and a
charitable friend had to bury him.
Being rich, for our sakes He became
DOOR, that through His poverty we
might be made rich. The gift of the
charitable giver is a mighty prayer. 1t
brings the Almighty to His knees; it
covers multitude of sins; it is a wise
investment, yielding fruit hundred
fold. Professionals will sometimes de-
ceive you. Actors and masqueraders
you can't avoid, except you leave the
world. There is none of that uncanny
caution in Christ. He knew that His
blood would not be respected by many.
He knew that He was throwing pearls
to swine when He poured His hearts
treasures into the lap of the scorned,
but He poured it out all the same
What is given for Gods sake is never
lost. Afater a time it will come back a
smiling harvest Of golden plenty
Little children, love one another, not
in word only, but in deed and in truth.
Some children will be sick from over
eating; some children will go hungry
to bed or sit at the rich mans door and
tell their sorrows to the passing wind.
Some women will be luXuriously
others some ashamed to go
to Mass; ashamed of unmerited shab-
biness; some men will pour money Law
ishly over the bar of the saloon who
shun the poor box as they would a
morgue. My brethren, these things
ought nto so to be. Christ, the re-
storer Of justice, of social equilibrium,
is watching and waiting. His last
words are a trumpet call to rause US to
open-handed, free-hearted kindness to
His poor. Come We blessed of my
Father. I was hungry and you gave
me to eat. 1 was thirsty and you gave
me to drink. 1 was a stranger and you
took me in naked and you covered me.
Sick and you visited me. I was in
prison and you visited me. I was in
prison and you came to me. AS long
as you did it to one Of these my least
brethren you did it to me-"
Little Children, love one another
st. Johns Calendar, Brooklyn.