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servants of God, we must be made children of power over us, and that none but those whose God.

hearts are turned to God, through hearty re. Since then, I have lost those restless yearn- pentance and true faith, are safe anywhere. ings for an carthly home. I have a home in I mourn much that these things are not oftener Heaven, and my Father has sent me bither, proclaimed by onr brethren ; also, that they for a little while, to call more of His children have given the peasants images of saints in. to Him, and to minister to all who need: thus stead of their old gods-which they often journeying, and singing as I go, I am hasten


confound, in their blindness, in a very profane ing homeward. I am happy, and can rejoice beartily in the happiness of Nannerl and As we went on our way, I and my come Reichardt. In the convent, as well as else. panions made the woods resound, from time where, we can bear one another's burdens, and to time, with Psalms and holy hymns, thus so fulfil the law of Christ.

lightening the way; and thus also, towards And, perhaps, in this tumultuous world, it nightfall, effectually keeping the powers of is well that there should be some set apart on darkness avaunt, the deacon Theodore being high, so that the strife and eager chasis of the of somewhat a fearsome spirit. At other times, present may sound to them faiut as those of I meditated on some holy text, the theme of the past, with no seasons but the seasons of my next day's discourse, refreshing myself heaven; like church-towers rising above the with the living bread wherewith I afterwards common homes of men, yet echoing with deep fed the people. At night, we cut down branches tones their joys and sorrows, and telling them, from the trees, and made palisades around ont amidst their toils and pleasures, how the time beasts of burden, which carried the holy vessels is passing.

and vestments; lighting watchfires, also, to Yet, if any ask my advice as to leading a

away wild beasts and other evil religious life, I usually say, "My child, in your tbings. home you are sure God has placed you. There Once I awoke at dead of night, hearing a He is sure to bless you. Be quite sure tbat He strange rustling amongst the fir twigs which calls you away before you change. He knows covered the ground, and a cracking of boughs, what work to give His servants, and in good mingled with stifled, unearthly cries. More time He is sure to let them know."

over, by the moonlight, wbich came down in

strange and shifting patterns on the bare April 13.-S. Justin, Martyr.

trunks, and on the ground, I perceived some I am just returned from a preaching tour dark object flitting rapidly away amongst the amongst the villages of the forest (anciently distant pine-stems.

Whereat I arose, and, called of Odin), with two choristers and a stirring the watchfires, commenced singing deacon, to celebrate the mass, and preach the the fourth Psalm in a loud voice. When I had Easter sermons.

concluded the last verse, crossing myself on Much grieved at discovering in some of the brow and breast, I laid me down in peace and peasants' houses a superstitious rererence and slept. fear of the old heathen gods (or demons)—the In the morning our best ass was gone. With. people in many places using pagan charms and ont it we could scarcely proceed, the other beasts incan:ations against them, and even endeavour- being slow-paced and old; yet without it we ing to propitiate them with wheaten cakes and feared to return, the creature being a favourite other offerings. I told them that either the with our lord the Abbot. Wherefore, kneeling old gods and goddesses were nothing, and down, we laid our trouble before God, pleading therefore could do nothing either for or against that it was His errand on which we were jour. them: or they were fiends, and God was stronger neying, and telling Himi of our sore need; our than they; and that, when affrighted at night, lord the Abbot being withal a man of a hasty or in lonely places, they should have recourse spirit. How marvellously He heard the prayers to prayer and to the sign of the holy cross. of His servants, the sequel will show. Some places, where the apparitions and wicked A few days thereafter, I preacbed in a cer. demons seem to have been more than com- tain village, on the commandments, dwelling, monly malignant, I purified and exorcised, amongst the rest, on the sin of theft. Great sprinkling them with holy water. Nevertheless, power was present to smite the consciences of in my sermons, and at all times, I told the the hearers. Many wept, and before the close people, that it is only sin which gives the devil of my sermon one came forth, and before


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them all cried out, " Lay on me what penance About midnight I awoke, startled by the you will. It is I who stole the Abbot's ass.” crackling of the watchfires. The robber sat

The whole assembly were greatly moved, close to my bead, stirring one of the fires with and would have fallen on the thief, but, hastily a huge pine-log. I arose and seated myself descending from the pulpit, I went to him, opposite to him. and as he knelt before me, I said,

“Father," he said, leaning on the log, his "Thou seest, my son, that the eyes of the dark strong features glowing in the red light, Lord are in every place, seeing in the darkness "thou art a man of peace, but thou hast of the pine forest at midnight, as in the assem. courage; knowest thou who I am ” bly at midday. Thou canst not fly from Him, “I know, my son," I replied,“ that thou hast for He is everywhere; thou needest not fly been a great sinner; but I trust One stronger from Him, for He is ready to forgive. It is than thou is melting thy heart." because thou hast not known His grace, that “I am he whom the peasants call Otho the thou hast despised His law. But, if now thou Thunderbolt,” he said. “My nanie has been a repentest, and with thine heart believest, I, terror to thousands, yet thou fearest me not. although a sinner as thou art, absolve thee I have many bold followers in this forest; if I froin thy sin.” He had been a very fierce were to give one of iny gathering-cries, in half robber, the terror of the neighbourhood. an hour you would see fifty men around these


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door. As I left the place, the people thronged "The Name of the Lord,” I said, “ is more


around us to seek my blessing; and lifting up terrible than yours, my son; but to those who my hands I blessed them, many weeping and trust in it, it is a strong tower: the righteous kissing my hands. But I turned and said, runneth into it, and is safe. The voice of the "Mourn not, my brethren, that ye see me no Lord is stronger than yours; and legions of more; but look, I pray you, to Him whose His angels encamp around those that fear Him. arms were stretched out on the cross to save I have not much courage, but I have faith, you—whose hands are lifted up always to bless which is stronger." you. Look to Him!”

"I know it, father,” he replied; “I, too, The robber went forth with us, although know that the voice of God is strong, for it the deacon Theodore much misliked his com. has made my heart tremble like a reed. He is pany. He spoke not a word for many miles, mighty, and He is against me, for I have walking, with head bowed down, at my ass's sinued.” head.

“ Nay, He is for you,” I said, " for He came At last,

it grew dusk, and we were enter- to save the sinner.” ing on a thick part of the Odenwald, said to Then he unfolded to me the terrible story of be infested with plunderers, brother Theodore his life of violence, and I unfolded to him the came to my side and whispered,

good tidings. “Were it not better to send this man away ? It was a strange chapel-the wind roaring He may have too many friends here.”

in the tops of the pine-trees, and driving the But I answered, in the words of the wise clouds overhead; and a strange audienceking, “The hearts of men are as the rivers of the wolves howling around the fires--the chief water; He turneth them whithersoever He of a robber band ; but are not all places boly will.' Let us not hinder His work on this poor for holy words? Boul."

And the heart which had never quailed before At length the shadows fell around us, and, man, but had quivered in the grasp of the coming to a glade of the forest, we alighted Almighty, melted as a child's at the story of for our night's encampment. The robber con. the love and sacrifice of Jesus. tinued with us, serving us much in hewing “Father,” he said, “can you admit one like branches and lighting our fires, he being more me within your holy walls ? The meanest skilled in such work than we.

office would be welcome to me-the meaner After offering our vesper prayer and hymn, the fitter for me, if only I might work for the I laid down to sleep, none making me afraid.

poor I have robbed.The robber sat watching the fires, whilst “Nay,” I said, “ go and tell thy companions brother Theodore lay, with half-closed eyes, what great things the Lord hath done for Watehing him. But the peace of God kept thee. Mayhap they too will repent and be. my heart, and I slept soundly.




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“I will return,” he said, bitterly, “ if you Scarcely could they have received the Lord will not receive me; but it is scarcely possible Christ Himself with more devoted reverence: for one like me to lead an honest life amongst indeed, I wonder much that they should pay those who have known me. They would say, such homage to the words of His servant, and • The old wolf has clothed himself in sheepskin, so little to His own. I fear for them, lest they but he shall not deceive us by that.'”

be honouring the voice more than the words. Go, then,” I said, “ and seek to restore Yet truly he is a man of a noble presence, and your comrades, and afterwards repair to of a very lowly mind. Marienthal : there ye shall all find an asylum In the pulpit his eyes flash like flame, but in and a sanctuary.”

the confessional they are soft as any dove's. Before the morning broke he was gone. His stature is low, but his brow and bearing

The sun arose, throwing slanting rays up are so calm, and so full of gentle command, across the pine-stems, the birds awoke and that the proudest bow naturally before himsang, and the leaves trembled and glittered not thinking of refusing what he never thinks with the drops of dew-and we went on our of demanding. He seems worn out by the way rejoicing : for, that night, had not the fervour of his piety and the severity of his Day-spring from on high arisen on one who life; yet the ardour which is wasting his frame sat in darkness and the shadow of death? is mild as the first sunshine of May to all else,

Otho the Thunderbolt, and three of his com- At the Abbot's table more than once, I heard panions, are now inmates of our Abbey. We him laugh joyously as a child. Nevertheless, think it best to employ them as much as possi- there is something in him I would shrink from ble. They therefore fell our firewood, draw encountering as a foe. our water, keep our cattle, and help to clear He gave a lamentable account of the world more of the forest for tillage. The rest of and the Church--bishops and priests buying their time they spend in learning and reciting and selling holy things, Christian princes Psalms and litanies, and in listening to our fighting one another : and, meantime, the Turk solemn services. Otho, moreover, contrives to ruling in the Holy Land, and the heretiesfind leisure to weave mats and nets, the price Cathari, Paulicians, and Manichees--poison. of which he lays up for future restitution. ing the wells of Christian life within the

This event has greatly strengthened those camp. amongst us who are truly seeking to lead a There are many of these heretics, he says, on religious life, and has urged us afresh to prayer. the Rhine, and in Bohemia, and the south of But some, alas! continue idle and vain, caring France, who deny the Divine authority of the for none of these things—for here, as else. sacred priesthood, and mock at the holy sacra. where, our Lord and the devil have both their

ments, mimicking them in their ecrets asdisciples.

semblies-all the more dangerous, the holy Junc 7.-Vigil of the Nativity of St. John the Abbot says, because of the blameless, moral Baptist.

lives of many of them, and their upholding We have entertained an angel since last I their errors from the Holy Scriptures, which wrote. The holy Abbot Bernard, of Clairvaux, they know and pervert in a wonderful manner. has stayed with us a day and a night-ever me. Yet is he averse from killing them, having morable at Marienthal. He came to preach the compassion on their lost souls, and dread. Crusade.

ing the effect of public executions in spreadIt is marvellous into what a ferment his ing their madness, and giving notoriety to coming has thrown the whole of Germany. their errors. People flocked from the towns and villages to He is also very earnest against the recent meet him, bringing with them the sick on slaughter of the Jews on the banks of the litters, that he might heal them with his touch Rhine, which some have rashly styled a “cru—those esteeming themselves blessed who sade,” saying, that the true woapons wherewith could kiss his hands. The churches were to conquer them are the Word of God and filled, and even the churchyards, when he prayer. Many have already been converted preached, and men have taken the cross by by these means. hundreds. At Marienthal the peasants wept Note.- Why not the same for the Turks? and bed at his sermon, although they could They are, however, without question, very not understand a word he said-at which I wicked and obstinate infidels, and have no marvelled greatly.

right to the Holy Land.



July 29.-SS. Peter and Paul.

a merchant of one of the free imperial cities, and I have done a deed this week, whether good she says she will never wed a serf of the soil.” or evil I shall know hereafter, but otherwise I “What does it matter what that silly child could not do.

says?” said Magdalis, half-petulantly; "you When I went to Magdalis's cottage this will be killed, and then she will be as sorry as morning, I found her wringing her hands and any of us, poor vain wench!" weeping bitterly, the room unswept and in Karl's lip curled, but he did not look aldisorder, and Karl standing with folded arms together displeased. before the fire, looking very sullen and deter- “The War of the Cross is a holy war," he mined.

"and if I die, mother, you will know that * What is the matter I” I exclaimed; “what I am safe, and Father Rudolph, who preached has bappened ?”

the crusade on the Rhine, says one wound " Nothing!" replied Karl, gruftly, “but that from the Turk is worth fifty Pater Nosters.” my mother does not want to spare me to be a Magdalis was too wretched to controvert soldier of the holy Cross.”

either his theology or his purpose; but as I "Nothing!” sobbed poor Magdalis; "will looked at his manly form, and his bold, bright Father Bartholomew call that nothing A-for eye, I felt still more doubtful as to his heavenly an only son to leave his widowed mother to the vocation to the Cross, and I said, “Well, I mercy of strangers, that he may go and be would not interfere with a pious vow, Karl, but killed amongst the heathen Turks and Jews.” I came to tell you that the old Abbey huntsman

I could not altogether approve of Mother died last week, and I thought you might have Magdalis's view of the Holy Wars, but neither filled his place, as you are a famous marksman.” did I feel sure of the genuineness of my foster

Karl turned suddenly to me, brother's vocation to fight in them. He is “ Well, Father art lomew," he said, after at best but a wilful lad, although sound at a short pause, “I am no scholar, and, as I said, the core, and for some months he had been know little of calls and vocations-after all, it growing weary of the monotonous toil of his might be a mistake;-could you really get me peasant life. Wherefore I represented to him appointed Abbey huntsman-and made freep” that the call must be very strong which could "I might try, Karl," I said, “but far be it make it a duty for him to desert his mother, from me to tempt you to resist a call from and asked him, since the redemption of the Holy Heaven, or to neglect a sacred vow.” Land lay so very near his heart, when this loud Karl rubbed his forehead and looked up call from Heaven had been vouchsafed him. and down, half puzzled and half convicted; at

He looked puzzled for an instant; then, length he stammereddrawing his hand impatiently through his "I am a poor unlettered man; I do not know long brown hair, he said,

that it was exactly a vow, Father Bartholomew: ""You know well I am no scholar: about and even if it were, could you not perhaps calls and vocations I understand very little ; manage that for me too!” but this I know-half the next village are I could not help smiling as I shook his hand going to Palestine, and the lord of Erbach. and took leave. Erbach has promised to make me his armour

In a few weeks Gretchen is to be married to bearer if I will go. And how expect a young the Abbey huntsman. The saints intercede fellow like me to toil away his youth in earning for me if I have done wrong! After all, Karl a scanty pittance of daily bread, when he has will be in the service of the Church. the chance of seeing the world, and coming And I sometimes wonder if the Saviour cares back rich enough to be head peasant of the as much for His deserted sepulchre as so many district in a few years P”

“How many came back from the last cru- Are not His living habitations far better? sade ?” moaned Magdalis.

“ Ask the old men “The poor ye have always with you.” of the village that!—and who would not rather “ In that ye did it unto one of the least of be a serf of the good monks of Marienthal, these My brethren, ye did it unto Me." than a retainer of the proud lords of Erbach ? And St. Paul writes to each one of the And Nannerl, too, how she will grieve-and faithful : “Know ye not that your bodies are poor little Gretchen!"

the temples of the Holy Ghost ?” Gretchen will not care," said the young Why, then, travel so far to the site of an man, colouring. “Gretchen's grandfather was overthrown temple and an empty tomb?

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“He is not there; He is risen."

St. Sebastian, St. Laurence, and all the holy He is not there only, for, where two or three

Martyrs; are in His name, there is He.

St. Augustine, St. Ambrose, St. Gregory, and all St. Peter, St. Paul, St. Thomas, St. Bar

the holy Doctors; tholomew, and all the holy Apostles

All the holy Pontiffs, and Evangelists;

All the holy Monks and Hermits, St. Stephen, St. Clement, St. Pothinus

All the holy Virgins and Widows,
with thy companions;

Omnes sancti and sanctæ Dei,
St. Irenæus with thy companions;

Orate pro me,

if I have erred. (To be continued.)

HE day has been too hot. The night at night, must subject himself to some ridicule.

is sultry. You are nervous and rest- There, now, return to your work. You can.
less. No place so good as the bed, not find him? After all, perhaps that last

and to the chamber you repair, slap did the business for him. It certainly did hoping soon to lose all remembrance of your for you. See how red your much-abused face cares and troubles in sleep.

is! Why not let him take a little blood out of The light is extinguished, and you resign it? It would be improved. yourself to the pleasing sensations of approach- The hero returns to his couch, and the tiny ing rest. When, lo! a thin, piercing sound foe returns to the hero. Again the horn salutes you! It needs no interpretation. It sounds, again he strikes out at him, and again is a mosquito come a-serenading. Is there misses. At length tired out, the victim falls any trumpet that can wake a nervous man asleep. The little trumpeter draws near and more quickly or more entirely ? Every sense sounds a challenge. He circuits all about, and is attent. Now the sound comes near, now sings every note in his serenade. At length recedes, now it is lost. It soon comes again, he alights upon a chosen spot, and having and, watching your opportunity, you give satisfied his hunger, retires to some dark corner, yourself a broad slap upon the face, hoping overswollen, to collapse and die. that the mosquito shared it with you! For All this would not be worth telling but for a moment he seems dead. You experience a its application. I see on every hand men minute satisfaction of petty revenge.

But engaged in beating themselves on account of soon the inevitable sound comes again, but fears, cares, frets, and petty annoyances. with a hither and thither motion. You are The mother sits by her child slightly ill. She acutely attentive. This time, to make sure, imagines all possible evils,-she torments her. your hand is disengaged, and lies outside of self for hours and days at possible but improthe coverlet, ready for a surprising blow. He bable results. It is a mosquito game. The real alights. You feel his delicate touch upon your evil is petty, and if quietly taken would soon forehead. Quicker than winking, your band cease of itself. But she must punish herself follows him with such a slap as makes the by every ingenious imagination. Love has its room echo. But he is quicker than you are, mosquitos. How many sounds does jealousy and, besides, sees in darkness much better. hear! How many dreads does anxious love He is off like a sprite, and sings and pipes in a breed! How many nameless fears, and how distant corner.

many "what ifs"! By this time you are quite excited, -you dis- Much of the anxiety of business is mere

“ The thief, if he would hold his peace mosquito-hunting. When I see a man pale and come and eat his fill, and be off, he should and anxious, not for what has happened, but be welcome. But the intolerable piping is for what may happen, I say, “Strike your own

I worse than a surgeon's lancet.”

face, do it again, and keep doing it, for there Suppose, my friend, that you should get up, is nothing else to hit.” light the gas, hunt for bim! You had better Everybody has his own mosquitos, that fly close the blinds, for, however suitable your by night or bite by day. There are few men condition may be in itself considered, yet, if of nerves firm enough to calmy let them bite. seen from a neighbour's window, a night. Most men insist upon Hagelating themselves capped man in search of a mosquito, at twelve for the sake of not hitting their troubles.

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