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Show Parallel Storiei. There is a touclungly beautiful story told of Maurice do Sully, afterward Bishop of Paris, to the effect that shortly after he had been appointed canon and archdeacon an old woman, clothed in drugget, with a white start in her hand, entered the city and inquired of any whom she met whero she might find her sou, Dr. Maurice. -Some ladies, fearing that the new dignitary might feel humiliated humili-ated if he fell in with his mother so shabbily shab-bily dressed, attired her in rich habila-ments, habila-ments, threw a costly mantle over her and then conducted her to his residence. But the archdeacon refused to recognize recog-nize her in those borrowed plumes. ''My mother," said he, "is a poor woman who never wears anything better than .a gown of drugget." They were obliged to take her away and restore her original clothes, after which they returned to the house of Dr. Maurice, who, at the time, was the center of a brilliant assembly. The moment he caught sight of her he advanced ad-vanced with the greatest reverence, and embraced her, saying: "This is indeed my mother." But precisely the same story is told of Pope Sirtus V and his sister Camilla, whom the cardinals "hail caused to be decked out in magnificent array, to be presented to the new pope |