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Show ..Our Boysanfl diiK Edited by Aunt Busy, ( j This department Is conducted eolely In the lnter- j ests of our girl and boy readers. I Aunt Bu - Is glad to hear any time from the I nieces and nephews -who read this page, and to give ihem all the advice and help in her power. 1 Write on one side of the paper only. Do not have letters too long. Original stories and verses will be gladly received and carefully edited. The manuscrlps of contributions not accepted will be returned. Address r.'.l letters to Aunt Busy. Intermountaln Catholic. Salt Lake City. j LETTERS AND ANSWERS. P.nyhorso. Ida., Oct. 01. 1 !!). J Tcnr Aunt Busy I -will say "Good mommf-"' f t you. as I do to almost everybody. 1 have a cous in years old. Ho is a brother and will soon bo a riot. His name is Patsie Martin. le went to hiiih .-liool Avhon ho was 14. Don't you think lie is sinnrt. Aunt. uy? L piu-ss he will say "Good limniinp." too. Tiiat is ;11 1 have to say' at pres-rnt. pres-rnt. (iood-bye. Your lovinc niece. ALIC E EXXJS. Aunt Tiusy is always pleased to hear from you. liitlo Ali-e. Yes. Aunt Iiusy thinks your cousin niu-t have been a poid lmy as well as a bright one. K'v "ii with "Good moniingv dear. PRAYER FOR A LITTLE BOY. Xow I lay me down to sleep, 1 pray Thee, Lord, my soul to keep. j Tf'l should die before I wake, 1 pray Thee. Lord, my soul to take. j All ihis I ask for Jesus' sake. j , j T!ut while I live, I want to be from quick and angry pasi,.ns free. j Wiih pernio thoughts, and happy face, and pleasant words in every place, j T pray, whatever wrong- I do. I'll never say what is j not true; I lie willing- at my ta-k each day. and always honest , in my play. "Make me unselfish with my joys, and grcnerous to other boys; And kind and helpful to the old, and prompt to do what I am told. l)les every one I love, and leach me how to help 1 and comfort each. (jivo me ihe strength right-living brings, and make me good in little things. Amen. Purges Johnson in Harper's Bazar. The People of Destiny. ( Written for the Intermountain Catholic.) Picture, if you can. a beautiful young- nightingale. nightin-gale. . flowed with all the qualities of her kind a voice so wonderful that her notes send a thrill of admiration and awe into the appreciative heart I plumage so gorgeous that one might deem it cum- ; bersonie yet she is free to soar untrammeled through God's smiling skies. Suddenly snatched by some inhuman hand, she is imprisoned behind a few iron bars, to languish then-, silent, dreaming, miserable in her pitiless anguish! You now have forme. ;tn unpleasant but accurate likeness of the condition of that count ry'Islo ,..f Saints and Scholars, Schol-ars, which boasts of every distinction but that one. the most necessary and inviolable tie to the success of any nation freedom. That land of emerald hillsides and fertile val-I val-I ley- visiters crystal streams teeming with an abundance of fish: the rich soil has a steadv and willing-hand to reveal the wondrous hidden secrets; the dense forests are homes, through which the wild deer roves in sportive freedom: the deep, calm seas boast harbors which afford inexhaustible sources of commerce; the lofty peaks and crags are grown gray with history, around which Heats an endless chain of myths and sages sacred to the Irish peo-pl peo-pl . Thee are a few of the natural advantages p,,s.eod by a race noted for that fierce, arrogant individuality and a generosity which exceeds common com-mon hospitality, and to which we may add a racial aecii.m vi strong- that here friend dies for friend, and life is held in hand to be gambled for at the shghtcst provocation; :1 recognition of national ability, an incredible fondness for their island home, and lastly and above all. that dee) veneration venera-tion for the supernatural, that ceaseless yearning for the heavenly destiny, which has stamped the race with an indelible mark, and by which they have proved to be anchored safely, as attested by the fount less numbers who have perished readily and ( willingly in that beautiful cause. In intellectual pursuits we find Ireland ever ready to stand beside her sister nations, if not with the sanie or equal results, at least with similar earnestness ear-nestness of work and labor. The question, then, confront us: "What i that grim barrier which prevents Ireland from being- the first nation in the world, from possessing the brilliant destinv which should be Juts.''' It is not lack of voice which keeps the nightin-irfilc nightin-irfilc from singing; neither is it lack of character which keeps Ireland from reaclrng ihe highest rung of the ladder. She is not wauling- in perseverance, stability or constancy, ambition, capacity or -our-ajje. She has wthstood the ravages and invasions of barbarous nations and experienced the fiercest and bloodiest contests with warlike foes, emerging always with fresh hope and courage and a new desire de-sire for supremacy. In ihe ninth century when th l;:nes entered ihe island and destroyed schools and monasteries, leaving the natives destitute of every-'I11112. every-'I11112. i:i fact, but that one indestructible possession "t l aiiii. she with new vigor commenced again 'he bfiieult task of reconstruction. And what can v.c say anew of the heroes of Inland.' Pre-emineni lv amid ihe spiritual eon-'!"r'-'0-s stands Saint Patrick, that man still so honored among a multitude of men. the founder of. I- of the most powerful and lasting of Christian L empires, a kingly apparition upon the Mcne of Kehie society. At a time when the land was but horrible wreckage, he accomplished a far- i" reaching-, bloodless revolution by placing- in the icarts of these once barbarous people a fervor and , ;,1 which has been reflected on the hearts of all ' 'hristen-Ioni. They so ardently co-operated with -''" 'hat today they hold nothing- more. sacred than peerless gift of Kail li. Their gratitude to him ;s almost r-'verontial, the gratitude thst any nation would feel for one who led them from darkness to .ijj ht. t rum ignorance to knowledge, from barbarism " civilization. J'1 intellectual development we have Daniel t. oinicl, ho who Avorked and slaved throug-h a 'il'tiine to raise and improve the standard of the In-h school that element most necessary after the M'"itual progress of a nation, d And where have we a second Robert Emmet? I at 'j1- very Was one long martyrdom, a renuncia- 10 ''"n tor his fellow men. a grand effort to free his ui p"U;:t rv from the degrading; chains of slaverv -j l-x, j t .... . Will the shedding of pure and innocent blood in such a cause go unrewarded Though Ireland ever since England first seized it with an iron grasp seems to be cringing to the mighty will of the conqueror, she is nevertheless slowly but patiently shaking off the shackles. After oppression must come relief ! She is now in her spring-tide resurrection. The seeds which her great heroes planted centuries ago are now beginning be-ginning to blossom. The very recent Gallic revival revi-val which is meeting with so much favor in this free broad-minded America of ours is but a continuation con-tinuation of the life work of O'Counell, and truly is it worthy of the great emancipator. If we release the weary nightingale, she with a startled air and one long breath of freedom will soar far away into the depths of the blue skies, while all we will hear is the faint echo of a beautiful beauti-ful song. So Ireland, slowly regaining her lost power, will release herself from the thralldom of her oppressive neighbor, and the remainder of the world which has for years looked pityingly upon the hugost of world wrongs will, with a sigh of relief, thank the God of Mercy that the nightingale of freedom may, unmolested, re-echo through the hills of holy Ireland, the song voiced so long ago by her cherished bard : "Though nations have fallen thou still art voung. Thy sun is but rising when others have set. And though slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath rung, The full moon of freedom shall beam round thee yet, Erin, oh Erin, though long in the shade Thy star will shine out when the proudest shall fade!"' Margaret Miller, '(Hi. Sacred Heart Academy, Ogden, Utah. Hailstones. A good many boys and girls wonder why it is that we have hailstorms in summer or in warm weather instead of in the icy winter. As a matter of fact, it is the warm weather that produces them. Hail is formed by the meeting of two currents of air. one warm and saturated with vapor and the other very cold. The cold air condenses the vapor into water and then freezes the water into ice particles. par-ticles. The ice particles as they fall toward thfe earth strike and adhere to each other, thus forming the stones that reach the ground. As it is only in summer that warm, vapor laden strata of air overhang over-hang the earth, it is only at that season that the conditions exist for the formation of hail. The most violent hailstorms occur in the tropics, where the stones are often as large as oranges and sometimes some-times larger than that. The hail that falls in winter win-ter is very different from that of summer both in form and in origin. It- is always small and is produced pro-duced by the freezing raindrops as they pass through a colder stratum of air than that in which they started. The Angel and the Flowers. There was once a beautiful rose. It was a delicate del-icate pink; it had soft green leaves and a smooth stalk. But it was not quite content. It wanted something to make it more beautiful still, more lovely. The angel looked at it, and thought there could be nothing more fair. But it promised the discontented rose it would think, and see if there was anything in creation that would make it more beautiful. Days passed by. but the angel did not send a present. One day, however, when the rost was fast asleep there came the angel bearing in its hands a soft green mantle, and wrapped it around the young pink bud. The angel's hands were clever. They did not cover up all the flower; a bright shining shin-ing came through the mantle and glistened at the top. The rose had slept heavily. When it awoke it felt strangely gentle and subdued. It looked at itself in the water below, and saw the soft green covering that lay over its beautiful petals. Was this the new beauty the bright angel had promised, and did it really make her look more lovely She watched the faces of her sister flowers to see what they thought. And she saw their eves glisten and she saw admiration in them. So she was quite contented con-tented and wrapped herself gracefully in the soft green mantle, Xow this rose with the new beauty was ever after called the "moss rose," and of all the flowers many thing it is the prettiest because it hides its beauty from the eyes of men. So when you see a mowss rose just think of the angel of the flowers and how good he was to the garden beauty, lie gave her something to hide her charms and vet made her still more lovely. That is the sort of gift 1 wouldjiko for you, my dears. And it is one all of you may have even if you are not precisely roses, winch 1 suppose not many of vou are. Catholic Mirror. Cardinal Del Val. Cardinal Merry del Yal when a little boy tool-piano tool-piano lessons at Brussels from M. Albeeniz. then a student at the Conservatoire. Some of the teacher's teach-er's reminiscenses of his pupil are published in a French paper. "lie was," says M. Albeniz. "a delightful child, exquisitely distinguished in his manner and captivated capti-vated everybody with his charm. Xevcr in my life have I known a pupil more persevering or more attentive. at-tentive. And I remember one amusing detail which often recurred to me when I saw my pupil become a priest and rise from one high ecclesiastical position to another. When he was about S and I was about IS, I often used to amuse myself by asking the young Raphael what he meant to become when he grew up. To my delight ibis son of a diplomat used invariably to reply, 'I mean to be a tram conductor.' con-ductor.' " Ah things turned out, M. Albcniz's pupil has done rather better than lhat. A Child's Knowledge of the Divine Presence. Little But h was playing in the yard, and, seeing see-ing her mother a short distance from the house, she at once thought of some cakes and candy which her mother had forbidden her to take. She hastened into the house, quickly opened the cupboard, then, looking all around to see if there was anyone near who would see her, but seeing no one, she put them in her pocket and ran out of the house into the yard again. She knew that it was naughty to do such things, but that is what she had just been wanting want-ing some cakes and candy. So she sat down on the grass, and was just going go-ing to eat them, saying to herself: "Mamma will never miss them, for I did not take much of either." But just then she happened to think of what her mother had so often told her to say when she. was tempted to do wrong. She hesitated a moment, mo-ment, looking wishfully at the cake and candy which she held in her hand, then, in a low voice, she said: "God is looking at me." She sat there for a moment thinking of the All-Seeing Eye that was ever upon her, then putting put-ting the cakes and candy back into her pocket, she arose id walked quietlv and slowly into the house and laid them back in the cupboard where she got them, j j . ' r- May all boys and girlllwho read this story aW little Kuth repeat 'the Wsame w0rfs tQ them; selves when they are temUjed to do naughty things and by and by they wilUJrow up to he reat mei and women, for "the fer.H ot the Lord i3 the beginning be-ginning of wisdom." AuJ -lie has in store many choice gifts for His chilen who fonr 0ffendir-Him. 0ffendir-Him. Ella Batt. ?; ALWAYS IN A HURRY. I know a little maiden who! is always in H mTTyi She races through her br.lakfast to be ;u T-mo for school; She scribbles at her desk iitftt hasty sort of flurry, And comes home in a hrl thless whirl that fills the vestibule. I She hurries through her sSidying, s!,p aurrjC3 through her sewing, 1 Like an engine at high pressW, as if loiiuro .ere a crime; She's always in a scramble, no 'matter where she's going, t And yet would you believe it? she never is in time. It seems a contradiction until you know th, Cason, But I'm sure you'll think it simple, a? I ,-, when I state, ; That she never has been known to begin a thing in season, : And she's always in a hurry, because arts too late. The Ler.dcr 1 The Socialists. 1 A handful of socialists often make more iloise I than the whole city besides. But -i-'-'tboiil all they amount to "Vox, et praeteVrihil !" Their chief weapon is noise until they ,f st vvjlht,- immensity im-mensity of their mouth. But the! shfewil American people will not be deceived by them nor satisfied with noise. Americans try everything; hut in the end their hard common sense asserts itself. There is no country in the world where shams are so quickly sounded and so readily rejected as in the United States. The Doll Hospital. What a noise in the' entry I There was a rattling, rat-tling, and a crash, and a loud scream. "Oh. dear! Doll Pebbles is killed all dead!" Aunt Fannie went out to sec what w-as the matter. mat-ter. The tin horses had run away. They had tumbled tum-bled downstairs and flung Doll Pebbles clean out of the wagon. Her poor head was knocked off. and the sawdust was pouring in streams from her side. Little Julia was sitting on the floor, holding her injured pet and crying as if her heart would break. "Don't cry, darling," said Aunt Fannie. "We will take Pebbles to the hospital, and she will ln-all ln-all cured." Julia looked up with wondering eyes. Xever mind what Aunt Fannie said to her. That afternoon after-noon they went to walk together. All this was in the city of Dresden, in Germany. After a long walk they came to a building with a large sign upon it. The sign said, "Doll Clinic." This means that sick dolls are cared for daily. They went in and rang the bell. A comical lit- ft tie doctor came to the door. What bushy hair he ji had! You would think his head was a garden. l where he raised hair for the dolls. Ay ll "Come in. little girl." saidibfrdoctot- hiskli "My dolly's sick," replied Julia, bkolding out tficv"' brown paper in which Pebbles had be.u wrapped. "Oh, yf?s! We have lots of sick dill's here. Wo can cure her." They entered a room where the Idol I patients were. Some were nicely asleep in rlAVs of boxes. Those who were able to sit up were ill little chairs, all in a row. Some of the well- doll jf were in snug chambers, staring out of the windoyjfj. The doctor looked at Doll PelAblos ;1nd shook his head. "This is a bad case," he'sinM. "We must put her to bed for a few days, till I j; get SOme fresh sawdust for her." "Can you make her grow agaiR?" asked Julia anxiously. I "Ah! Wouldn't you prefer ,iYlflv 1Cad one with blue eyes that open and shut?'"! Little Julia clapped her hands. S "When you come again she wil )C quite well." said the doctor, "but you must be areful not to let your horses run away again." ' As they turned away they sawf t10 little doctor rub his bushy hair. jvM "Is that to make it grow, lAfIronder V thought Julia. 'I "What a funny place!" sh i ,.,;,, laughing iu Aunt Fanme's face. Catholic P ws. |