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Show Woman's World. cZ"' Specially Prepared for Our Feminine Readers. MARY IS OUR QUEEN. (Ev the Very Kev. n. O'Kcnncdy in Ave Maria, t : 1 know an island blest , A Wirra AVauhor Dhae. Where Marv's servants rest ; A Wirra Wan her Dhae I l Oil. 'twas beautiful and preen In its robe of morning sheen. And sweet Mary was its Queen ; A Wirra Wauhcr Dhae: t .And scattered through the land ? A "Wirra Wauher Dhae! ; By river, vale, and strand A Wirra Wauher Dhae! I ' Ruined fane and forest cell Still the ancient story tell, j That thev loved sweet Mary well A Wirra Wauher Dhae: j I Virgins like the rose. A Wirra Wauher Dhae. j Maidens pure as snow. 5 ' , Wirra Wauher Dhae! J , Thick as stars our Mary's be, , ' Yet they keep religiously I One sweet Name untouclied for thee I A Wirra Wauher Dhae: ! God Mess the olden days! j ' A Wirra Wauher Dhae! I The davs of Mary's praise A Wirra Wauher Dhae! ? When, a white-robed myriad band, I , Raints arose on every hand: I nd tiweet Marv ruled the land f A Wirra Wauher Dhae: I But still to God be praise I ' A Wirra AVaulier Dhae: 1 As in the olden days I A Wirra Wauher Dhae. . ) Ireland's hills are still as prem I s ' ; As though apes they have been. And sweet Mary is our Queen A Wirra AVauher Dhae! The Irish of "O Mary Mother of (Sodr ' . , The Irish is the only language that, I : out of respect for the Blessed A'irgin has I ; on.- form of the name Mary (Mwirra) for I her. and another form Maurya) for orcli- j nary Marys. j BEATUY. I The desire for beauty inherent in the feminine heart is one which should not by any means be reprobated. The Creator of all loves beauty, hence he ! . made the world beautiful, and it is fair to assume that in the beginning ail human creatures were beautiful. But centuries of battle with the vvicis-situdes vvicis-situdes o mortal life have left their marks on the human countenance to say nothing of centuries of dalliance .with Jndigestihles. which are the most malignant of beauty destroyers. The menu of our first parents must of ; necessity have lren limited to fruits and nuts, and we fell safe in saying that it was not the serpent of dyspepsia, dyspep-sia, which drove them from the Garden of Eden. It is a far cry from that simple sim-ple diet of fruit and nuts to the menus of the present day for a column would not contain the names and variety va-riety of the various foods and condiments condi-ments considered necessary to conserve the strength of the twentieth century individual: but nevertheless the scientists scien-tists and hygienists are more than ever harking: back to the diet of our first parents, and arc-uinc that it is the onlv i' healthful one, besides an argument which wins with the fair sex the only preserver of the beauty of the skin. Therefore, a few hygienic hints given by the london Telegraph will be found both interesting and instruc-( instruc-( live. Sleep is one of the great preservers of youth. Eight hours of regular sleep at night and a short nap during the day will do much to keep the face free from wrinkles. Always sleep with the bedroom window open a few inches at the top, both in summer and winter. A daily morning bath, tepid in winter and cold in summer, with a brisk rub to follow, will be found to keep the skin fresh and clear. At least a couple of hours must be spent in the open air, either in walk- ing. bicycling or playing games, as ; circumstances permit. . All tight clothing must be avoided, ' as it disturbs the circulation, and is j often the cause of enlarged veins and red noses. The effect of diet on the skin is of the utmost importance, and many dermatologists der-matologists have made a careful study ' of this aspect of the question. Absten-i Absten-i , ion from all rich food and stimulants ) has been tried with success. A great j lady, who was famous even in her old age for her beautifully clear complexion complex-ion and freedom from wrinkles, was once persuaded to tell the secret of her youthful looks. The answer was very ; simple. Abstinence had been the rule j of her life. N'o tea, no coffee, or stimu- lant of any kind; insteadof taking ani- ( al food, try some boiled fish, or a couple of eggs every day. Drink lem- i onade or water .eat apples, grapes and f figs regularly. Take the raw juice of i t lemon every oiner day. I Never fail to walk several miles per , ' day. Bathe frequently in almost cold water. Above all, never let anything have the power to worry you, but al- vays try to remain calm and cheer ful. TENDEREST OF MOTHERS. (From the Ave Maria.) An old soldier, who, for more than fort' years, had led a life of irrelig-ion irrelig-ion and dissipation, and who was not known by his companions or neighbors eer to have been a Catholic, suddenly j stopped the priest one day as he was J . passing the little cottage where he ' t lived, and surprised the good man by , telling him that he wanted to go to ' . confession. 1 "But are you a Catholic?" inquired the priest. "Yes, father," was the reply, "that is to say. I was once a Catholic." "Certainly you may come to oonfes- ion whenever you wish," said the priest. "But I am curious to know what has impelled you to this step. It can hardly be fear of immediate death, for ! : you look as well and hearty as ever I i saw you." "I never was better in my life," replied re-plied the man. "For the past fortnight I have been feeling unusually well. But something has taken hold of me, father; fa-ther; a vague unrest, which I cannot describe. For several days I have been raying to myself that the next time , I saw you I would ask if I might not bo permitted to go to concession." "And afterward?" queried the priest. "You intende to lead a good Christian j life to the end of your days, I hope?" "That is my intention." responded ! the soldier "with God's help, father." "With God's help, of course." observed ob-served the priest. "Without his help we can do nothing. I am rejoiced at ypur good dispositions, my friend: and you may come this evening at 7 r o'clock." "Very well, father. But you will help me, I hope. I have forgotten all about confession, and I do not know any : pmyers." "No prayers at all? Not the Our Father?" "I have forgotten it." "Or the 'Hail Mary?' " "I have forgotten that also." "Well, well: But you must have said some prayer now and then to have received re-ceived the grace which the Almighty I God is working in your soul?" "No. 1 have never said anv prayer. because, as I told you, I do not know any. But there are a couple of littlle verses my mother taught me more than fifty years ago. Often at night when I arn in bed they come into my mind a matter of habit, you see, ana frequent-ly frequent-ly I have fallen asleep while murmur-; murmur-; .ng them to myself." "AVill i-ou say them for . me now?" ; ' asked the priest, quietly. "I would like 1 ; to hear them." j ' The old 'nan began, without the least ' trace of self-consciousness: . "I put my trust forever. O Mary pure, in thee! Then show thyself a mother, And daily succor me. "And when Death's hand shall touch me. Thy pity I implore; Oh. lead me. dearest Mother, To God, for evermore." "My dear friend, don't you know," said the priest, "that, though you may have been entirely unconscious of it yourself, the Blessed Mother of God, whom none have ever invoked in vain. has always had you in her keeping? You have great cause from gratitude. Come to me this evening; it will not take long to restore to your memory the 'Our Father," the 'Hail Mary' and the Act of Contrition." 1 As the priest pursued his homeward walk, he said to himself: "I believe, in spite of his apparent good health, that the hand of Death has touched him." And so it proved. The old man made a good confession and receivel holy communion the next morning. The following fol-lowing day he was found dead in his bed. , - |
