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Show HOLY COMMUNION. (From the Correct thing for Catholics.) It is not the correct thing: To go to a party or to the theatre the evening before approaching holy communion. com-munion. To. omit making a preparation be fore mass begins. , ( To wear torn or soiled apparel. To have paint or powder on the face or eyebrows. To have soiled hands and long, dirty finger-nails. To stalk heavily up to the railing, the arms at the side, the eyes wandering around the church. . To go up to the railing before the proper time. To wait until everybody is already at the railing and then gr -Torching up, causing useless disluTbance. To try to crowd in when the railing is already full, instead of waiting patiently pa-tiently for the next round. To wait until the priest has already started up the altar steps, ihinking that there are no more communicants, and then to go up to the railing, causing needless delay. To hold the communion cloth so carelessly care-lessly that if a particle of the Secred Host were to fall from the lips it Mould be in danger of dropping off the cloth. To hold the head down so low that the priest has trouble in conveying the Sacred Host to the tongue. To remain kneeling at the railing when others are waiting to approach. To walk hurriedly back to the seat with hands unclasped and the eyes not cast down. To clasp the hands with the fingers pointing downward. To rush out of church as soon as mass is over without making any thanksgiving. To have no regular time for approaching ap-proaching the sacraments of pennance and the holy eucharist. To go but once a year, or even every few months. To irive vague, and. worse still, erro neous explanations in regard to the holy eucharist .when questioned by non-Catholics. CA N D ELM AS. The Angel-lights of .Christmas morn, Which shot across the sky. Away they pass at Candlemas, They sparkle and they die. Comfort of earth is brief at best, Although.it be divine: Like funeral-lights for Christmas gone, Old Simeon's tapers shine. And then for eight long weeks and more. We wait in twilight grey; Till the high candle sheds a beam On Holy Saturday. "We wait along the penance tide Of solemn fast and prayer; While song is hushed, and lights grow dim In the sun-laden air. And while the sword in Mary s soul Is driven home, we hide In our hearts andi count the wounds Of passion and of pride. And still, though Candlemas be spent. And Alleluias o'ety Mary is music in our need, And Jesus light in store. By Cardinal Newman. |