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Show ...Our Boys and girls... EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. This dppr.rimont is conducted solely in the inlcr-r inlcr-r sts of our griil boy reader?. Aunt Busy is glad to hear any time from the '-ires r.nrt nephews who read this papo, and to give sheiu al! tho ;idvloe and hlp in her power. Write on one side of the paper only. Do .lot have letters too long-. Original stories and v?me will be gladly received rind carefully edited. The manuscripts of contributions not accepted will returned. Address a I! letters to Aunt Busy. Intermountain ''atholic. Salt Lake City. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. l'ar Xioros aiul Nephews: Aunt Busy wonders if the lcar nieces and nephews remember about the May altars ihcy kept about ihreo years apj when Aunt Busy proposed the idea! Aunt Busy suggested suggest-ed that the irls and hoys get a picture or statue of the Blessed Virgin and keep constantly a fresh bou-Uot bou-Uot before the picture or statue. At that time over 1M little folks had May altars and were very interested. inter-ested. Tin's year Aunt Busy will send a pretty holv picture to every child who makes even the slightest effort, to keep a Iay altar. Send your name, and ! eorrect address by .June 10 to Aunt Busy and she will send you a holy picture by return mail. Yours i" May. AUXT BUSY. PRAYEROF THE FISHERMAN'S MOTHER. j (For the Intermountain Catholic.) I All. Mary, Mother, listen. j As my heart goes up to thec, ! And watch with tender pity j O'er my boys upon the sea. j ! 'J hey sailed away at daybreak. - i The breeze was fair and free; And scarce a wave was rippling j The face of the placid sea. ' Their little sloop Saint Catherine. j With her sails like white wings spread. Skimmed as a happy seagull. j (Gliding west from Kmlagh Head. j But the angry winds burst forth. And lashed the sea to foam. And now the tempest rages. And the lads are far from hom& Out of the driving storm-scud. Bound the summit of Slieve More, Sad voices do he calling. "Beware the treacherous shore." Their father was lost off A chill. On Saint Brendan's eve last year, And only this past Martinmas 1 Shane found a watery bier. And the curly-headed gossoons Are the only treasures left; If evil shall befall them I'll be more than thrice bereft. Ah. Mary, Star of the Sea! Thou hast known a mother's sorrow; Watch over my boys this night. And send them safe home tomorrow. -j-Charles Henry Stevenson. THE REAL CASABIANCA. In his "Heroic Happenings" Mr. Elbridge i Brooks gives the real story of Casabianca, as re- ; lated to him by one of the Casabianca family a j man proud of the heroes who had shed so much lus- I ter upon Lis name. I The family is native to Corsica, an island "whose history has been as rugged as its hills, and whose people have been as changeful as its broken coast line." For fully a hundred years Corsica has been a French possession, and the birthplace of many men and women famous in French history. Here, in 1759, in the little port of Yescovato, was born a boy, Giacomo de Casabianca, the hero of the "burning' deck" of the warship Orient. The Orient was the flagship of the expedition which set sail from France on the 191 h of May. 1 T-r-8. for the invasion in-vasion of Egypt and the possession of that "highway "high-way to India,'' which for generations had been the bone of contention between the great nations of Europe. England had seized the Cape of Good Hope. I and France determined to conquer and colonize j Egypt, the overland roule to the east. The naval and military expedition numbered 30,000 men. It was under command of the young General Xa-poleon Xa-poleon Bonaparte, who was a passenger on the frigate fri-gate Orient. On the Orient also were Admiral Brueys. the commander of the naval portion of the expedition; Louis de Casabianca, its captain, and the hitter's young son. Giacomo. a midshipman. Giacomo was a young man of 10. brave and aspiring. aspir-ing. Proud of a record which had made his father one of the most courageous and efficient officers in the French navy, his one idea was to make for himself him-self an equally brilliant one, and so uphold the name his father had already so greatly honored. But. alas for an enthusiasm ami desire so soon to end in death! In lhe path of the French Ia England's great sea fighter (No. ,i7, Contest Catalogue). Cata-logue). The army disembarked at Alexandria, and, witn Napoleon, destined to become one of the greatest conquerors of modern times, was soon marching toward to-ward the pyramids. Admiral Brueys. in full command of the French squadron, now prepared for his encounter with the English. They met in a spacious bay, fifteen miles j northeast of Alexandria, at one of the many j mouths of the Nile. The French admiral thought I his position impregnable. Before him lay the open ea. behind him the coast batteries, while between his ships and the shore stretched a line of shoals, upon which any venturesome warship must surely co to wreck. But. unfortunately for his calculations. No. ,"7 was his adversary, and to No. 57 no obstacle seemed unsurmountable." Before nightfall this determined man had attempted and accomplished the dangerous danger-ous feat of piloting his squadron over the shoals and stealing up the channel with but one ship aground. Thus attacked, from seaward and landward, and between two fires, the French fleet was doomed. But. notwithstanding the certainty of defeat, the French sailors fought, as the sailors of France have ever fought, valiantly. Ship after ship was overpowered, however, and when the morning of the 2d of August dawned 'The Battle of the Nile," as it was ever after called had broken the naval power of France and made No. 57 famous. In the thickest of the fight rode the Jreneh flagship Orient. But her admiral had fallen earlv in the engagement, a victim of his own overconfi-denco. overconfi-denco. "Unfortunate Brueys, what have you done.'" So sighed Napoleon when tidings of the terrible defeat wore brought to him. But though Brueys had fallen, his ship still defied her foes. Around her the fight was hot and furious, but above the din and roar, the black smoKe and splintering broadsides still floated the tricolor of France. With each broadside the chance of victory grew less, until that last terrible one from No. 57's Vanguard tore into the Orient and stretched her captain, dangerously wounded, upon the deck. The fate of the splendid ship was scaled. Flames were bursting from every part of it. Above and below destruction threatened, and death walked swiftly on. There was but one thing to do abandon her. With a heavy heart the captain realized this, but the faithful sailors of France, fighting with the valor of . desperation, still served their guns and poured out hot defiance, until their captain gave his last order: ''You have done nobly, my children, for the honor hon-or of the republic and the valor of the French name. All is lost now. Save yourselves." Through the portholes of the Orient their only way of escape, wounded and not wounded threw themselves into the sea. while those but lately their enemies now became friends in the noble work of rescue. It was then that the young Giacomo Casabianca, supporting the wounded form of his father, said: "Come, my father, we. too, must save ourselves. See, the English boats are taking our men from the water." ''No," was the answer". "Do not leap overboard, my son. I cannot desert my ship. My place is upon her deck." ''Then 'tis mine also," replied the sailor son. "The name of Casabianca has never known a craven cra-ven or a coward; in G iacomo s veins flows the blood of heroes. He can be no less. His father refuses to desert his ship. His son stands by his side." No blind obedience, this calling aloud upon an absent parent : Say, father, say, if yet my task be done. It is the free will and choice, unhesitatingly electing to share his father's honor in death, as be had proudly admired and sought to emulate his fame and his honor in life. The end came speedily. "Jump for your lives." came the cry of the English rescuers; and "My captain, save yourself," from the. sailors, who loved him. The only answer was an explosion and a gicat burst of flame. Thus, hand in hand, in that last heroic moment, those great and noble sons of Corsica went down to death with their gallant ship. GEOGRAPHY. When I was very little I had a strange idea About the world geography made everything so queer ! I thought the brightly-colored maps were pictures of the things That one would see above the earth if one had eagle's wings. I thought the different lands were shades of yellow, yel-low, blue and green. The dotted lines of boundaries were fences built between; I thought there really was a Pole stuck up amid the ice, And some day I should find it. and climb it. which was nice. ' When I was very little it fills my face with smiles! I thought the mountains grew in links like sausages, sau-sages, for miles. I thought the islands floated on the top of wavy seas. And one could rig a jib. perhaps, and sail off in r breeze. I thought that all the. parallels, meridians and things That checkered off the chubby earth were really, truly strings, Drawn somehow straight across the earth and tight across the sea; How folk and ships would trip on them ! Of course it couldn't be. When I was very little I used to think, you know, That what was printed in a book, it must, of course be so; But I have seen so many things that contradict the maps, I think Geography must be a fairy-tale perhaps. Abbie Farwell Brown. ; THE ICE CREAM VOLCANO. ; A wonderful funnyland sight j Is a mountain of marvelous height t But you never could guess j What happens unless I You were there upon Saturday night. ; When the sun in the west is nglow. I The whole mountain rumbles, and lo! It pours out a stream Of assorted ice cream. By the banks where the macaroons grow. Then from city md country and town. The children of kine and of clown All run with their spoons, And they pick macaroons. And they eat till they have to lie down. But the thing that the children adore Is a mountain that stands by the shore. With a cratery pot Where molasses keeps hot. With trickles of taffy galore. j Sometimes it rains popcorn at night. j And all of the kernels that light j On the mountain top, pop, j And they hop, and they drop. j Till the top of the mountain is white. And the corn balls roll down To the edge of the town. While the children dance round with delight. Albert W. Smith in December Ladies' Home Journal. A lesson that we all need to learn is to grasp opportunities the instant they appear.. A person was walking along the seashore, gathering the treasures which were left on the sands. lie was searching in a dreamy way, listlessly looking here and there. Suddenly the waves left at his feet p. shell more beautiful than any he had found. "That shell is safe enough," he said; 'I can pick that up at my leisure." But, as he waited, a higher wave swept along the beach, recaptured the shell, and bore it hack to the bosom of the ocean. Is not that like many of our opportunities? Seemingly they are providentially cast at our feet. The chance to do good or to get good seems so wholly within our reach that we think it safe to attend to other matters first. We delay for a moment, and, when we turn again, the opportunity is gone. A MEMORY. You were not beautiful and yet. Such level brows, such quiet eyes; It was as when a sun ray dies And leaves us breathless with regret. ' Not beautiful, I said And then I look again And lo, 1 knew That all the beauty in the world Began and lived and died with you ! Ethel Ashton. Employment, which has been called "Nature's physician," is so essential to human happiness that indolence is justly considered as the mother of misery. |