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Show 1 L Cburcb universal CHURCH CALENDAR. mote; Claude-350,860 for Pro-parted." Pro-parted." St MedarJ "56.653 for the defer de-fer pSSSS relician-3.813 retU5h4S2&Uif Christi-St- Marga-1 Marga-1 First cLmun!onBsarnabaS-279'923 fr sf-fo? paSrenS.hn ' F' Author J5ordafter Pntecost.-St. T G 2 Pa, U,a' E. I John, iii, 13-1S; 14 m 17' i3'24 -08,966 for families 14. M. St. Basil the Great. 471 10 for reconciliations. fnl5V.-J"i, SS- Vitus and Comp. 1,170,092 for work, means. 4ii6QrKT fu" John Fra-ns Regls.-40L9G6 Regls.-40L9G6 tor the clergy. Th., St. Avitus. 559,440 for religious. reli-gious. 18. F. Sacred -irt of Jesus. SS. Mark and Man . -276.7S8 for seminarists, semi-narists, novices 19. S. St. J ;m- " Iconieeri. 457, a0 for vocationr. THE GENERAL ; VTENTION. Recommended by Ills j'oliness, Pius X. Daily Corrnunion. "Come to Me, an ye that labor and are burnened, and L w,ll refresh you." How often In momet.ta of trial have these words of Jesus sounded In our soul, and we have yearned to know horn to approach Him and find peace: Prayer, suffering:, toil, these are patn-ways patn-ways which His sacred feet have trod and made holy for us to follow; but shorter and holier and more efficacious than any of these is the way to dally Communion. O ye of little ralth, why do ye doubt? This is our first mistake; and faith is weak! We are conscious of our sinfulness, and we fall be bring home to ourselves that Jesus is still more conscious of it. and yet bids us come to Him. For He alone can take away sin, and give strength, daily strength, not to sin again. Our second mistake is a false humility; we think we know better than Jesus when we are worthy to receive Him; wheereas x He knows that we are never worthy I without Him. Let me say nothing of j sloth which refuses to make the effort ' to go to daily mass and communion, nor of that most shameful of all uri-worthiness, uri-worthiness, the fear of what others may 1 say: but consider the blessings, which -'ijr follow daily communion. First, we have tmr v the special benediction of His Holiness, h ' and the assurance from his apostolic I lips that daily communion is the spirit j of the church today. We shall be like the first Christians, who communicated daily. We shall first concupiscence les- sen its importunate clamors, and puri- I ly of heart no longer impossible. Peace will eome into our life with a sweet Insistence, In-sistence, because the God of peace will be daily in our breast. And death when J: comes will find us ready, nay, glad, to go to Him who has come daily to us. Protestant Unity. The dream of unity holds a strange fascination for the Protestant mind. The fascination is the greater In proportion pro-portion to the disintegration everywhere every-where visible among those who at the time of the great revolt against the church of Rome in the sixteenth century cen-tury set up private judgment as the ultimate ul-timate court of appeal in matters pertaining per-taining to faith and dogma. Last week at a meeting called by Presbyterians in New York City for the purpose of celebrating the one hundredth annl-versary annl-versary of their church's independence even f other Presbyterian churches, the speeches were practically all expressive ex-pressive of the hope that the time was not far distant when there would be a celebration of the inter-dependence, the i unity, not only of all Presbyterian churches, but f the Protestant churches of th Tinted States. One of the most eloquent in voicing this hope was a reverend Episcopal minister who had seceded from the Presbyterian church ten years ago, no doubt con-; f cientiously persuaded that there was no room for a man of his heterodox or orthodox views among the followers of ! Calvin. One would think that the rev- I trend speaker would be ready to fur- (' thr the movement he so earnestly !: prayed for by expressing regret for his I ton version and begging to be readmit- I ted in the church he had abandoned. Clearly ten years have not witnessed i any noted approach in doctrine between I the two sects. "As Ave know a little i ' 1 more," said another reverend minister, "the better we understand, and the nearer we come to unity." Is that true In the light of facts? Between Episco- palians alone, with increase of knowledgefor knowl-edgefor we cannot in charity suppose that ignorance is becoming more dense divisions are if anything increasing and the lines of separation more strictly strict-ly drawn. In England the Anglican bishop of Liverpool, in a recent charge to his clergy on the subject of "Eucharist" "Eu-charist" (sic) approves the policy of introducing a white vestment in the commemoration of the Lord's Supper. But The Churchman, the American or- pan of the Episcopalians, says that if I white were adopted, "many high " churchmen would find it hard to sacrifice sacri-fice colored vestments, while many Evangelicals would have to abandon their opposition to any kind of Euchar-istlc Euchar-istlc vestments." When such a trifle as the shade or color of a vestment is made a serious stumbling block and stands a solid barrier bar-rier between great divisions of a single denomination. It is not easy for the most hopeful Christian to see how the Protestant adherents of a hundred sects can ever be brought together as Protestants in the unity of "one Lord, one Faith, one Baptism." America. Cur Girls and the Blessed Joan of Arc, - In the course of a very fine tribute to ) ' Joan of Arc now numbered among the i Beatified, the Baltimore Sun, a secular , paper, says: i j It has been the usage almost from jL time immemorial to characterize women f as members of the gentle sex. Joan of . Arc had the quality of gentleness to a rotable degree. Her voice. It is said, I t) was of great sweetness. She had fine I J grace and dignity of manner and that I T simple sincerity of faith which shrinks I M from no ordeal, however severe, to exe-I exe-I cute a lofty purpose. In every-day 1j life women- of the present generation I .f display a fortitude, a consecration to noble service, a spirit of unselfishness and self-sacrifice, equal in every way to the high and noble characteristics of Joan of Arc. They endure suffering with an equanimity which puts most men to the blush. They spend themselves them-selves in the service of others with an altruistic zeal and generosity which takes no account of their own comfort and happiness. They submit to disappointments disap-pointments with a resignation which few men emulate. The gentle sex Is in ) many respects the braver sex, the more j persevering, the more resolute, the t more helpful sex. In many a modern 1 household there is a woman with the ( -r . qualities and attributes which are inseparable in-separable from saintliness of purpose and saintliness of life. It has been said. 3jS the final estimate of Joan of Arc. that the greatness of her career did not consist so much in her military achievements achieve-ments as in her pure, true, unselfish character, her nobility of purpose, her unswerving fidelity. The world today is full of women with these attributes, and every man who ic capable of appreciating ap-preciating them recognizes what a mighty influence such women are in the elevation of humanity what incalculable incal-culable service they render in promoting promot-ing the happiness and usefulness of the humal race. This is very good. The inference to be drawn by all of Joan's sex is that in order to do noble deeds it is not necessary neces-sary to do as Joan was called to do the work of a great military leader. Opportunities Op-portunities for pure and unselfish service serv-ice surround all our girls every hour in the day and every day in the year; and if they would be like Joan they should take advantage of these opportunities oppor-tunities to be sweet-tempered, pure-minded, pure-minded, helpful a.nd trustworthy. The greatness of the Maid of Orleans was reached through her goodness. The Catholic church does not beatify her because be-cause she was a great leader of men, because she saved the crown of France, but primarily because of the virtuous life which she led. And a virtuous life is possible to every young woman, no matter what her position, if she will cooperate co-operate with divine grace. Sacred Hreat Review. FAITH WITHOUT WORKS. Te thunder forth with mighty voice Salvation for the soul; Can ye expect men to rejoice Above an empty bowl? How dwells the love of God in you tTnless ye meet that need? Your love is weak, you are not true, Unless you love in deed. The Bible tells us, "Thou must love Thy neighbor as thyself," O, preach-this message from above That men may share their pelf. And not alone in comfort live While pain and need are rife, Expound, exhort that men might give Ats Jesus gave. His life. Ye offer naught but words and flow'rs, Sweet perfumes fill the air, And tinkling cymbals waste the hours Instead of earnest prayer That God will speak so all will heed, ' "I gave my Son Divine, Wilt thou not see thy brothers need And share thy corn and wine." The peace on earth you strive to plant About you as you go Will fall on ground as empty cant, Your seed will never grow Unless 'tis watered by the tear The stony heart doth hide; Unless you hold your brother dear In vain hath Jesus died. O, men of words, be men of deeds, Or else your words are vain. Remember that the body needs More than a sweet refrain; Deny yourselves the banquet hall, The luxuries you love, And go where poor and needy call For help, from God above. E. W. Lundahl, in Boston Globe. The Age That Laughs. Before the late Marion F. Crawford laid down his pen he left a description or me eannquaiie in jviessina wmcn possesses a melancholy interest of a twofold character. It would seem that it was the distinguished writer's last literary work, in the first place, and, again, it presents the most reliable approximate ap-proximate of the extent of the destruction destruc-tion of life and buildings. Mr. Crawford Craw-ford went over the theatre of the visitation visi-tation and saw that the overthrow of Messina resembled that of Jerusalem under Titus; not one stone was left standing on another, almost literally speaking. The first message that brought the news was from the captain cap-tain of the Italian torpedo boat dispatched dis-patched to the Calabrian coast by the government. It told the story in one terrible sentence: "Messina was completely com-pletely destroyed by an earthquake at twenty minutes past 6 this morning." The hour stated is remarkable in its significance. Had the shock come half an hour later the loss of life might not have been nearly so great as it was, because be-cause the working population usually arise about half-past 5, so as to be ready to be about their business at 6. It being Christmas season, many families fami-lies in the c'ty had been swelled by arrivals ar-rivals of relatives from other parts of the province, and feasting and visiting had been going on for several days, as is customary in Sicily. The normal population of Messina at the time would be about . 150,000. Probably 20,000 outsiders out-siders had flocked in to visit their relatives. rela-tives. Of the whole, not more than about 15 per cent, Mr. Crawford calculated calcu-lated from all that he had been enabled en-abled to discover, escaped destruction. This relates to Messina alone. Other cities Taormina, Regglo and Alexan-dretta Alexan-dretta and many villages paid likewise a heavy toll in slain. So that Mr. Crawford was practically correct when he headed his sketch "The Greatest Disaster in History." It was partly given in "The Outlook" for March last. There were premonitions that ought to have made the Sicilians prepared fcr horrors, but they were laughed at or disregarded. There were premonitions of a natural character and others of a different order. Mr. Crawford tells of some instances one in particular most remarkable indeed. He wrote: In the hottest days of last summer there appeared in the city of the Straits one of those wandering religious fanatics fanat-ics whom the Italians call "Nazarenes," a bare-headed, half-starved, wild-eyed man, dressed in a sort of hermit's frock that did not reach his sandaled feet. A boy of 12 or 14 walked beside him. dressed in the same way, but with a shorter frock that showed his bare legs and he carried a cow bell in one hand and a stick in the other. From time to time the two stopped, always at the busiest corners, and the boy rang his bell, as the public criers still do in eld Italian towns, unless they are provided with a bugle horn instead. A few grown people and many idle lads and youths stopped at the sound to see what would happen. Then the "Naz-arene" "Naz-arene" lifted up his voice, shrill and clear, to utter his prophecy, and his wild eyes were suddenly still and :-":ked upward, fixed on the high houses opposite; oppo-site; and this was what he cried out: "Be warned, take heed and rpent, ye of Messina! This year shall not end before your city is utterly destroyed'" But they who were to perish laughed and jeered at the "Xazarene" and wnt about their business, while he and his young companion proceeded ."n their way, and the street boys howled at them and pelted them with bits of orange or-ange peel and peach stones; but they passed on unheeding and unflinching, as if accomplishing a mission intrusted to them as a sacred duty. And, sure enough, before the year: ; f - " """ 7 ' , ended the words, "Messina was," had to be recorded in the world's chronicle. The city was blotted out, along with those who had scoffed at the prophet. Mr. Crawford did not give the narrative as a matter of rumor or gossip; he set it down as an absolute fact in recent history. The materialist and the scientist scien-tist will ridicule it, no doubt, but those who know and revere the Bible will regard re-gard the matter In quite a different light. The Standard and Times. HISTORIAN SHOWS THAT "MARY'S LAMB" WAS REAL Mary's little lamb was not a myth it was an actuality. Charles E. Cha-deayne Cha-deayne of Ossining, N. Y., is the authority, au-thority, and he backs it up with proofs of the little creature's origin, life, deportment de-portment and, above all, its experience in school on that well remembered day. The information concerning the famous fa-mous animal is gleaned from extensive researches made upon the collection of curios belonging to Mr. Chadeayne. Exhibits Ex-hibits in this collection demonstrate to a certainty that the lamb was born in 1S17 in Sterling, Mass., where Mary (surname Sawyer) lived with her parents. par-ents. The lamb destined to be so widely wide-ly known was in its earliest hours in frail health, says a New York letter to the Chicago Tribune. Several lambs had been born at about the same time, and Mary made a visit to the fold with her papa. "Mary," said her father, "that lamb is dead." "No, papa," replied the little girl, "for when I mave its head it will move it back again." "But it cannot live," said her father. "Oh, yes, maybe it can," replied Mary. "Let me take it home and nurse it and tend it." To this Mary's father consented. So Mary took her little lamb and carried it home and warmed it and fed it. And from that moment the poem that everybody every-body knows was assured. The little girl's pet was so grateful to its benefactor that it could hardly bear to have her out of its sight. But Mary must go to school, you know, and so here had to be a separation for several sev-eral hours every day. But Mary always said a long good-bye to it every morning. morn-ing. Once in a hurry this farewell slipped her mind until she got considerable consider-able distance from the house. And that is how it came about that Mary took the lamb to school, and how the poetry spoken by every chick and child in America was inspired. To be sure, the poem says that "it followed her to school one day." Well, that can't be helped. Facts are facts, despite poets. When Mary remembered that she hadn't paid a parting visit to the lamb she hurried right back as quick as she couid. She had a little sound that she made that was half way between a scream and song, and no matter where the lamb was when it heard that sound it would run to Mary. As she-hastened homeward she made that little sound and sure enough here came the lamb. It looked up so pleadingly that Mary just couldn't take it back to the house, and So she wrapped it up in her shawl and took it along to school. She put it, still wrapped in the shawl, under her seat, and she never studied so hard in her life as she did that morning. morn-ing. She did not want the teacher to look her way for fear she would see the lamb. But when the time came to say lessons the scholars in Mary's class had to go out and stand along a certain crack in the floor. And what should happen but the moment that Mary started the lamb started, too, and went right forward and stood on the crack with Mary. John Rollestone was the poet who letters apepars to have been a sort of New England Keats, for he was at that time not more than 17 years old. He was studying under the guidance of the village parson, and as soon as he heard about the lamb incident he saw at once that here was his opportunity. In a kind of divine frenzy he dashed off the stanzas which relate of the lamb being sure to- go where Mary did. and following her to school, and about it making the children laugh and play and about it being against the rules, and about the teacher turning it out, and about it waiting outside until Mary j came out. I This effort contained only three stanzas stan-zas and no more, Mary said in the late '80s just before her death, and constituted consti-tuted the poem as it was stricken from the white hot anvil of John Rollestone's Inspiration. So far as Mary knew, Rollestone wrote no more regarding the adventures of the lamb. It was not until several years later that Mary read In a newspaper some verses accredited to Mrs. Sara J. Hale, and entitled "Mary's Little Lamb." Mrs. Hale had used the Rollestone stanzas, with one or two slight chances, and to them had added three. Mary survived her lamb by about sixty-five years, passing away in Som-erville, Som-erville, Mass., at the age of 83, having in the meantime married a man named Tyler. Olivet. What was the joy they knew on Olivet? And where the tears all dried when glory met " Te raptured gaze of eager faces set Toward Christ ascending high? What is the peace and joy that we may know? We, lingering in that dear day's afterglow after-glow When our beloved all triumphant go, Though yet they pine and die? What joy? Oh, conquering Christ, thy coronet Shoots rays of hope and glory even yet. And shall, while graves abound and eyes are wet, Thyself cans't dry these tears. And ye, our dear departed. Oh how wide The yawning spaces we have left beside be-side And all about us, as, with time and tide, We meet the lonely years. Still, still we know the joys of memory. Dear, sainted hearts! your gen'rous legacy, And, too, we know hope's high born melody That stills the soul's lament. Thus on our Olivet we stand and gaze Back to the glory of companioned days. Up to the sky all lit with heaven's rays. And here are we content. Rev .William M. Runyan. Discipline. From ' the classroom occupied by the roughest boys in the Sunday- school came a great uproar. A secretary in the next room went to investigate. Complete silence following- the opening open-ing of the classroom door. 'H'ave you a teacher?" "No." "Do you want one?" "No." "Then be quiet or you'll get one." Result, comparative peace. Manchester Man-chester Guardian. j |