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Show THEANGELUS. A traveler in Europe writes thus : I know nothing that saddens me more than to return to our own country after having been a little while in Belgium or Tyrol. There the poor people seem to wonderfullv live in the presence 'of God. If you were to go through a-Tyrolese village at G o'clock in the evening you, would hear from every ev-ery cottage a hum like that of a hive of bees; every one, father, mother, children a::d servants, saying their prayers. It is much the same at noon, only then many of the people are out of doors, in the fields or in their gardens. The church bells ring at 12. and the mowers put downtheir scythes, and take off their caps, and fold their hands in prayer for about a minute, and then, go on-with their work. One market day at Innspruck.1 was dining, and there were a party of farmers at another table having hav-ing their dinner. The church bell rang the An-gelus. An-gelus. Then they all rose up, and, standing reverently rever-ently the eldest man in the party began the prayer and the rest responded. And the women shopping vre standing still in the market, and those '. the booths selling, stood also with folded hands, an 5 the men had their hats off. and instead of the buzz of bargaining, rose the murmur of prayer from all that great throng. St. Anthony's Monthly. |
