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THE
BOYS’ AND GIRLS’
WEEKLY CATHOLIC MAGAZINE.
W. J. CUNNINGHAM, PUBLISHER,
‘ PHILADELPHIA, SATURDAY, JULY ]8,,:1"ti346.
104 SOUTII THIRD STREET.
VOL. I. NO. 7.
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' to devote my life to the glory of God, and the
MARGARET’ good of my neighbour.”
OR THE “And do you never cast back a look of re-
DEPTH OF A MOTHER’S LOVE.
AN ORIGINAL TALE.
(Continual! from our last Number.) g
have another title
still more forcible
and more sacred; let
me hope that you
will respect it. Be-
chart, I am a priest.”
These words ut-
tered with as much
simplicity as power,
perfectly astonished
M. Beehart.
“You a priest!”
he exclaimed, sl1rink-
ing back from his
friend. Then, in-
stantly recovering
himself, he said in
an earnest tone.
“Remain with us,
M. Blane; if I have my reasons for being.
troubled at your prcsenee,I have others that
make me wish it much-yes, very much.” In
pronouncing these last words, the rich mer-
chant hid his face with both his hands. He
remained for some moments in this position;
then, resuming that composedness of face,
whij-h was habitual to him, he said in his usual
quiet. manner: “You must doubtless, .have
experienced some sad reverse of fortune, to
have decided on embracing the state of life
which you have chosen.” “
“ No, my dear Sir, it is not by the song of
atlliction that the Lord has conducted me to
his holy ministry. The truth of his word it
Was, and the fftlraetiotts of his grace, that tri-
umphed over my weakness and my unworthi-
HCSS. Happy in being consecrated to the ser-
vice of the altar, I have no other ambition than
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gret at the position you might have filled in
the world, and the riches your exertions and
talents might have acquired?”
“I see nothing real in riches, save the good
which their possessor is enabled to do to the
poor and the unhappy.”
“ If it is the unhappy you are in search of,
they are to be found at every step.”
“Yes, Sir, and of every grade. IVill you
permit me to cite you an example? One day,
while exercising my ministry in a village, in
the department of Isere, the public voice
pointed out a woman as worthy of the deepest
interest. I went to see her. With a polite-
ness, affability, and case, which many a room
of state might have envied, she did the honours
of her poor cottage. I at once perceived that
this woman had known better days. Her first
years had been blessed with a pious mother’s
cares, and her education carefully attended to ;
existence only served to make her feel more
sensibly the rigour of her present condition.
I offered" her such consolations as my calling,
afford. Ah! Sir, had you but seen how this
respectable woman; her brow furrowed with
other wrinkles than those of age, her cheeks
hollowed by grief, her locks rendered gray
by misfortune,-how she received as the
greatest blessing I could bestow upon her
the words of my blessed Master which I ad-
dressed to her. Had you witnessed her
piety, her resignation in the midst of penury
and misfortune, you would have been touched
to the heart.
“I remained for some time in this humble
abode, thus consecrated by piety and misfor-
tune; God deligl.1ts.tq dwelluwith the poor,
who carry tlreirjcrpss.-'fl;’3"0“,l”3'Y iflltl cheerfully-
“ Her, ci3:cc'ri'n11ie'ss',lioxvci‘er,:was-tltat of re-
1igi0n;';[En-.'it was. evident that -(here was a
nat'ni-‘at, sorrow lurking in her heart. sou’g-‘ht
Iliyl an.
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o
to probe the wound, but found that, at’tir'st,.I
non .-.n ,1
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and the doctrine of Him whom I preach, could i
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