Purgatory

yes with su

iar tones

lost in ot

Purgator

fingers pas

rt, respon

nd, all t

us! pray

urmur "Lov

s! oh, pra

THE TIME OF

rms who served him faithfully till his death. Before breathing his

arms and my horse are all I have. My arms I leave to thee, and I will that my horse be sold immediately after my deat

He did not sell him, and gave no money to the poor. Six months after, the soul of the dead man appeared to him and said: "Thou hast not accomplished that which I had ordered thee to do for the welfare of my soul, and for six months I have suffered great pains in P

barely time to confess to a priest, who had just been announced. He die

DEAD

metimes permits souls that have sins to expiate, to come and

tians. The Catholic worship was formerly celebrated with much solemnity in their church, consecrated under the invocation of "Our Lady of the Beach" (Notre Dame des Gr

g except by the honest sacristan. Now, one morning, during the Christmas holydays, he heard, before day, the tinkle of one of his bells announcing a Mass. He rose immediately and ran to the window. The snow- covered roofs enabled him to see objects so distinctly that he thought th

have taken good care not to touch the bell. He listens; not the slightest noise in th

the sacristy; he passes through th

hasuble, and in the attitude of a celebrant about to commence Mass. All is prepared for the Holy Sacrifice. He stops in dismay. The priest, a stranger to him,

he said gently

or of the priest and the singular fire of his eyes frighten

At the Domine, non sum dignus, his breast, which he strikes three times, sounds like the coffin when the first shovel-full of earth is cast upon it by t

priest is only a skeleton, and that sk

; I owed this Mass at my death. Thou hast helped me to

ltar, and the burning taper suddenly went out. At that moment, a cock crowed somewhere in the

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priest who sleep

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of a Knight t

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trow, was that b

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my word, m

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bright, she ca

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blood-re

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not trust

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lls ring, and the w

chard of C

the ringing

was well

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e of good

ed through th

ht of a dy

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grave ha

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they are sa

hand, near Twe

lly slai

sprite on the

e is doom'

eft palm on a

t upon h

runk, and f

ched like a

OF A SOUL, I

Spiritual Hymns and Son

Chalmers & Co., of Abe

g simplicity, redolent

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they'll

that still

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lace With God

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groans don'

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to spirits

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it you

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Communion of

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SO

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e cold and

live with yo

ly to the we

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lives that

down the g

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thers

souls that

hung with d

e dead wit

thers

household pe

way, and h

s as the he

et us

DE

ench of Octa

T. SA

p within your t

ar the burden

is world

e no stars, no

pring, the ho

arks not

anxious thought

y but bringin

ly and

sanctuary

irst to you, rem

ity's m

hts whereto ou

ide the prayer

ing of t

to you warms

name enshrined

the thron

warmest mem

rt, ere yet th

d to mark

, our meed to

coffin as i

r lifele

arts but to th

you the pag

aside l

n our fev'ri

rve our hate, pr

an serve

ion or to joy

rpses minis

to you

hat suff'ring wo

d the bridgeles

the wall

hen our coldness

s that solitud

forsake

in darkness'

pectral lips you

winds o

s their woodland

f gray, white-ca

oud which Winter

; there comes a

getting, all o

re no more the

graves forsak

doves mount wi

ant from their

brings us no

reamy, passing

d hollow eyes

coming thus un

kneeling in t

r them, one fa

the opal, gl

and calm an

ent's warmth to

of God, with s

estined load wi

ay beneath God

night 'neath a

sport of visi

yss of fire to

ile on earth, t

echoes hear,

man rude ways

earthly vani

like a carpet

evil, touchi

sts from off that

aw in dream s

us here that d

se; for they al

the grave; alon

dicants, who a

ng the psalms,

ime distress, c

sobs them th

ubtle fear, the

ounds, demandi

osts, as countle

day, when ove

od makes moan f

rse, regret a

ry's dying fla

raves, and prayer f

vine can yet t

iends, and for y

rear for you li

rtions of your

omb, alas, ea

the coffin's cl

rms, the dead sen

r from home a

no voice, nor

more lonely s

eir repose, to b

tears upon an

tranger lonel

wounded souls

ought and bitt

oyless, nights

n night's calm

ace of hope wit

ning to their

pariahs of

burdens b

teeps of human

art some off'ri

ght, one holy

them and God swi

ing of prayers

our draws nigh o

r term shall be y

nown above with

suff'rings it w

e find welcom

bute, white-win

it unto eter

it on the gra

rs in church-yard

hed by breath o

fragrance on th

EQU

ALTER

made, no wo

Angus sil

solemn sa

Bryde of Do

pilgrimage

Abbey, fo

l's restl

ease his tro

d saint his pr

Modan made

. Mary of

e Holy Roo

ur Lady o

s patron wi

h pilgrimag

d sing, and bel

weal of Mi

ta'en, and pra

t were to m

ce and pra

m-chiefs, i

lrose, ho

oot, and sac

nfolded on

ry pilg

s-by might

voice, or hig

l the leng

ook, no mar

r glory, sunk

en thei

ow, like ghos

altar's ha

hey kneeled

uppliant ch

s of depar

lettered sto

of their f

garnished

nd tortured m

p the dim

e cowl an

te stoles, i

athers, tw

processi

ost, and boo

anner, flo

Redeeme

prostrate

bbot stretch

them as th

ross he sig

hey might be

tunate

sung, and pra

requiem f

led out their

parted spi

in the of

f interces

echoing ai

burthen of

ae, Die

?lum in

pealing

holy fa

OR THE

rath, that d

and earth sh

hall be the

meet that d

ling like a p

heavens to

yet, and ye

h trump that w

day, that w

judgment wak

trembling si

and earth sh

E OF ROBER

N DE

the moral thereof, it is believed that Robert is undergoing his penance here below, on the theatre of his crimes, and that, after a thousand years, it is not yet e

bert the Devil. Vague recollections, a ballad, some shepherd's tales-these are all the chronicles of those imposing ruins. Nevertheless, the fame of Robert the Devil

the rigor of his penance. The cries of his victims still reecho through the vaults, and come to terrify hi

er of the plain where the cemetery must have been. Sometimes, a shepherd straying through the adjoining copse in search of his flock, scattered by an evening storm, has been frightened by the fearful aspect of the phantom, seen by the glare of the lightning, fli

her tradition whi

oup of these fierce warriors were one evening warming themselves around a fire of brambles, and, joyous in a country more genial than their own, they sang, to a wild melody, the great deeds of their princes, w

ey, "sing us some s

St. Stephen. It told how the first of the martyrs paid homage till the end to Jesus Christ

egan brutally to insult the old man. The latt

he soldiers rose to their feet. His lofty mien and his

ou! those who insult women or old men are unworthy to march with the brave. For you, good old ma

one is pleasing to God, who loveth justice; but it co

through the prayers of his mother, and his penance, which was to last yet a long t

Castle of Moulinets darted up to heaven and formed a staircase. Up the steps went slowly a crowd of phantoms, in which I, alas! recognized my crimes. There were women and young maidens, whose death was my doing, hardworking vassals dishonored, old

did my limbs quiver like the leaves of

He answered: 'I bring

may bear testimo

face some of these images?' He replied: 'All, if thou wilt.' 'And how?' 'Confess them; the breath of th

and what penance he did, wandering about in rags, with

miseries, the life-long fatigue, the hard humiliations of penance, because they were expiating my faults. Thus, then, O stran

t country which is watered by the Seine: "Young man," said he, "for as much as thou hast protected a poor old man, God will reward the noble heart within thee. Thou seest these

t thus bequeathed his faith and his inheri

OULS'

mbstones gra

roken roo

spers' sol

old chur

me in

t my fan

ision as

frail p

t I hear

lowly-fal

adly-plai

ty file

ided o'er

low: "Al

aggard mo

atorial

garments' gl

hing were

moon's ben

e of stun

stant light

gilded co

fairy c

ry poet'

ud obscure

airy danc

n behind

ng the up

rs could

ch-yard lon

le soft

rning Mas

d throug

med to cal

aiting sp

moon's bea

tinkle sa

t-distres

rshippers

peniten

tatue, on

in, transp

fresh br

long nigh

ore upon

atch of s

eopled gr

Miss

y, as Ang

stasy of

odhead's g

ager sight

consecra

uls it los

venial si

py fields

mbstones gra

roken roo

spers' sol

old chur

me in

t my fan

ision as

frail p

H, NOVEMBER:

TION OF A

T M. S

urch! O tende

e shelter of th

ood-bought charg

lm, unfurrowe

alth of Heaven's

the sinner's g

ds that loose

eprous soul b

upper chambe

banquet of the

he youthful wa

ht, the sacred s

lestial gift

pinions of

st, life's suns

ilgrim-feet st

rders of the d

d the priestl

nction in th

o the parched

aticum, the

tay for that d

end, with magic

uch, where, fain

panion of the

in from its i

st, the golden

e shadows of t

aptive floatet

nes thy De P

realms of v

itanies call

, the white-robe

erer to "the gre

Heaven's own pi

mercy at the

ven, the saving s

d that nought

nce its bless

egion of His s

on the white

mish; stains to

y an imperfect

shall be saved,

in-fraught, p

ven, till ever

from its pr

Church, thy bles

child unto thy

ow'st the wondrou

oly and a who

those who in

ger, "that the

ins;" that on ea

hand may place

holy Sacrif

tion for tha

in mourning h

g Miserere

lest entreaty,

is rent tomb, t

n the freed, e

aming gates of

eless splendor

aters" by the "

lackens, through

brethren by

living with the

ne fond mothe

n heaven, mil

'mid the pur

d the highway

oices with that

mournful autum

er's ceaseless

lent City's"

aves amid the

wayworn pilgr

cavern by the

eading wail th

land of suff

rod your fair, s

ngled in your

blended in on

erring hearts'

orshipped idol

blemish on our

hen, and let yo

lden gates, t

s against thes

flight to end

ORY OF

ER F

osely connected therewith, and is, moreover, so exquisitely tender and pathetic, so beautiful i

s sweet

that are

rmured A

ce tende

rs that h

quilly d

dead l

that love

as in

y ties we

re touched

that is a

sweetnes

r well-know

His glo

-ransomed

are more

they are G

one tha

ne heart l

not seas

in Him p

es of m

ear Lord's

! they ha

dian ange

nt Heaven

em begins

was eart

t to holi

are sac

tiply ou

we loved

us now t

our grief

us now a

with noi

nd sweetl

soft tou

a chain th

t dead!

ing sighs

e doubts

ou there t

us grace

ies yet mo

our hom

to God mor

OLY S

HE AUTHOR OF "CHRISTIA

p of sorrow

n with p

the spouse

y torme

e presence

ing debt

hrough whose

nes no ch

love is in t

burns fier

sh for His

brief mo

hope, their

His Ho

in the clea

nance to

gloom where s

her, may

when for th

ing aid

e star whos

y upon t

shining pier

hem peace

ng of the Pr

dear hand

ts drops thei

them to t

ir pains, and

s presen

dead in Ch

light

LMER'S

ALLEN

ds on costly

pious lips at

rt could Pilgr

d release from

oly Land his

ve wood each be

as nurtured,

Saviour sweat

Holy Sepul

roses from His

from which t

th's dark bed

e that wreath o

ead must sweet

ss, on which wi

raved what touc

the Lamb for

rib, now shrine, h

kisses tell

ove and peni

ears, which fed

ine, my heart,

cross, by Palme

, these finger

gh them, each de

alked, "yet men

h pious Palmer

ss the ground H

Sepulchre w

risen ere th

d the crib wit

hasted from thei

e Him whom a

s and nourished

! my Bethlehem

ily can with

ld, no art, or

cious Rosary's

ternal joys at

n through eve

suffering soul

fires to ever

WAKE

e- quoted extract from his work, and which he erroneously styles "a charm," is here given in full. The reader will observe that it p

ghte, this

ighte a

eet, and ca

e receive

om hence awa

ighte a

ir thou come

e receive

gavest hose

ighte a

own and pu

e receive

hoon thou ne'e

ighte a

ll pricke thee

e receive

uir, when tho

ighte a

read thou co

e receive

read when thou

ighte a

fire thou com

e receive

u gavest me

ighte a

l never make

e receive

ink thou neve

ighte a

burn thee to

e receive

ghte, this

ighte a

eet, and ca

e receive

OULS'

SPERS OF

yra Lit

s this ve

r the fes

records o

y mirth h

senger of deat

athwart some n

ge hath

some voic

nd won, and w

robe an

fering Church

f hope" with suc

not stri

heir plead

patiently

with Go

urden of their

o age, "How long,

d cleans

not bear

throb expe

s us nea

surance makes a

and heaven fast o

that nea

predest

more to reac

s keene

l but touch the

f that comes of sin

-O ch

remembra

, to God so

ur keep

sacrifice and

for you a more p

our friend

of savi

s of our d

ons in

counsel in the

mmon rest along

heir bret

hem just

ir pitying Go

s they n

lt of ours tho

shown, or lack

ere are

e, unend

f those on ea

ss of th

they repent,

can cure or soothe

our God

ul Mass o

iend that di

utary

ve, though cords

the soul that is

f the H

ubilee

guards ex

predest

hurch shall loose

hat basks beneat

FFERIN

M. V.

me thought to pray for t

hour at the

k is finished

suffering sou

prison of an

souls of the

y fire from the

souls who wer

e held them;

hem now; it is

souls who are

perchance, to

have pity on

souls that ha

ce of exile

l for some unc

souls who, pe

threshold

ria" may se

he close of ea

is finished a

suffering sou

r prison, so

ir longing t

are sung by

the beads of

t Mother their

e hands hold

souls are s

Hail Mary" ag

s face as yo

, November

CES OF

hour aft

lden light

foliage of

in shad

reathed through

f the sun t

and mysti

eavens hung l

ills stood c

the west

came sweeping

ld and mo

ong the gra

he quie

e boughs of th

the church

w murmur o

ly seeme

od and whol

ad in Chri

ces all are

an heart

and words of

n Nature'

pacing u

s like inc

et, sad ch

at church

g when from

t-toned

man of the

f Requie

on the eart

h of ev

murmurs o'e

slumber s

ht shine o'e

hey rest

all are f

ispered ac

t sound is tha

lness of

e ivy as

e gray chu

nd of the wan

stling of

ng wing of th

their nests

oice like on

emn and

the wearine

with glo

e yearning

t but suffe

r angel-to

or aught

he Voices

raves that

heart swells wi

tens to t

n!" the an

muttere

though the

were stan

g and dep

are joi

hat shuts the

ent parts

lf that yaw

oed thank

ses he has

orisons

e strange

m the chur

d prayers an

throne of

to say Mass and Matins for the dead; and one evening, as he walked in the church-yard, reciting his said Matins, when he came to the Requies

The Lamp," O

VENT CE

BRAM J

rom Father Ryan's poe

us

ears, and weary

t; one autum

ere in their a

g "De Profund

sad with shad

sting-place as

lying down;

wn the west-the

our of all th

ed His head on

ne amid the V

slept-a conven

e solitary

of death the

s and white watch

ows 'twixt them s

with grave. He

e stones, and

ath them all, a

graven on th

grave with re

ed an altar,

memory of i

buried virgin

rayerfully as

r of fair Lor

rave to grave, a

wn pure lips had

orld had known

known only

ces they had vei

who played wit

there, would kno

, where their p

d all about their l

their feelings,

rrows, and their

t the stories

within those

R AFTER

ALLEN

nvy thee thy

d, thy rosary

cold, whose was

s" sublime, u

ar myself th

have blessed

arb on all thi

habit's peacefu

llowed folds t

nely through th

m, or damp, or

uth, shall greet

orn, before who

l pale, a taper's

k! the pure,

mortal hope

d, oh! let he

this very d

ips her dying

soul Thy ri

R FOR T

. MC

ray for

ter and

and b

sman and

o have lov

rs, for n

from the

for our own

ouls may be

alley of purg

ome by the gate

cleave th

ings fringe

ey hear our h

l on Jes

ray for

oes who h

y be ju

tranger w

cold ali

ailors wh

l arts they

for the un

eaven, to T

their d

ir souls no

te angui

ay for th

ever si

e bones on

imed and

rtex-wind

for the va

y the s

ther in

ody dot

oul fled se

rayed for

faithful

ist were t

ayers shal

romised

r spirit

om limbo

swift the j

heir unbound

alley of purg

y home by the ga

ate call

they've

s, pray

sorrows a

ROFUNDIS

ke tolling resounds from the lofty church towers. Instantly every knee is bent, and countless voices, in city and hamlet, from castle and cottage, repeat, with heartfelt earnestness, the beautiful psalm, "De Profundis," or, "Out of the depths," etc., f

all of that warning bell; and as, in the holy hush of nightfall, he obeys its tender appeal

T M. S

ad; from purpl

resplen

t the wearied e

ght's dr

p sound-waves o

e's calm

ofty dome, ou

e still gl

and dirge

rofundi

ts each solemn

ilight's m

d of spirit-v

, beseec

ake the mournf

us, breth

depths of woe

of bit

pward in

rofundi

nee, the plaintiv

the ble

ath of fond, u

he throne

he cry of ferv

ildren lif

pths of long an

ful capti

on earth

rofundi

, scarce e'en the

ph-robe

ve Thine eye's et

its sear

e may meet the d

celesti

ord, is pardon s

rite sorr

ad, from desert-

ael's cho

ng of pure, tri

Thy prom

he dirge-

rofundi

EMB

T. S

rning, nave

ivery of

ereal are

sublime

e solemn

th echoes

majesty

ear in dr

ospel's we

mystery

ssage for

tidings o

esurrectio

ction u

ull and tr

nity fro

unity fro

n's unhap

vil shall f

esurrect

d, the Kin

celess, tune

deep pit

nal pains

ait the h

dawning

pe the gates

me the wat

ly Michael

llness of

d, in prop

dam's dazz

ss from dea

at the Mas

braham th

exiled so

ual light

foreheads, d

eadly torme

with the g

est, O Lor

e that, u

ow upon th

s of light

rd canticle

pplicatio

cry to th

wild, une

Libera o'

at once,

life with l

sciousness

OULS IN P

NYM

faithful who s

shut out from y

uld lend you a

n below to your

rcies! Thine a

Thy hand in T

y path they hav

r Creator, the

eemer, their

ls that were ra

love Thee, despi

restore them t

Grace! O Con

presence they

nliven their s

th peace and wit

ercy! dear so

heir torments

e rigor of ju

ir flames with

watched o'er the

they need your

e Angels and Sa

he souls that

nce sharing their

lready in Pa

r hearts with a

o share in your

Goodness! acce

estow what Thy

aptives, released

oclaim, while

honor the Saint

ember to pray

turn, from thei

riends in the ho

nd of

OULS'

' Eve; the ligh

e altar; gloomy

all its sable h

aper, priests we

solemn requie

the aisles th

two by two; th

pass'd in mo

etted choir t

d the altar,

pon the multi

near and yet

ght Saint Jacques

iest; the black

eathers of th

rches, and the

ions for the

y still. Wi

ray'd for the

ore the Bless

dy's altar. P

isoned in the

ouls who ask th

all an aged

e Our Lady, t

rcy as she i

ft her still o

. Sabl

tars; all thing

e those who lea

ains of sin are

sty flames fo

an anonymous metrical work called "The

NEIG

ALLEN

gently at th

aged dust, wit

een that pious

t her Saviour'

rs her heart w

st, nor craft of

seldom lifted,

ished-for heaven'

s childhood's

t had touched th

me as winged by

n saved the wo

crucifix her

, their fond,

hed the lips; the

w, the gentle

pening cluster,

on its shri

ices, which in

g, long days o

gently at th

aged dust, wit

pe, if such a

rnal God's hig

GAT

BE

out m

y, ch

lls from the

ly, fea

ly, te

ide from her

none in the bri

s benison down

loud as the tr

de that the su

out dr

d out w

s from the s

chanting

nly,

rpse from the

leaden clouds

er the plume

k, as the trai

d that the rai

the hour

nd vesp

lls from the

like ho

e lowly

rayer-fraught,

son your light

aching your iron

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TATIONS OF THE CROSS FOR TH

both of Europe and America. But this Canadian one seems unique, in so far, that it has a triple aim: first, that of relieving the holy souls; second, that of the conversion of infidels; third, that of contributing to the support of the Mendicant Order of St.

y fixed, with the primary object of relieving the holy souls, and particularly those most pleasing to God; and the secondary one of converting

ociate must pay to the treasurer twenty-five cents a month, or three dollars a year; for which Masses will be sa

is entitled in perpetuity to a certain yearly rental to be expended in Masses for his soul. The sum may be paid in instalments, or several persons may club together in making the foundation. It is a sublime thought that the Holy Sacrifice will thus continue to be said for us, long after our memory has passed away from earth. But as the three dollars a year which constitutes one a member of the Association is much more within the reach of most of us, it may be well to lay more stress upon the advantages wh

hlet a full account is given of the Association, and there is besides a great deal of useful and interesting reading, such as anecdotes relating to the dead, the

the chaplain, Rev. F. Reid, 401 St. Denis Street, or to the tr

"THE CATHOLI

1: Novem

n some respects, a natural objection to urge upon their people perseverance in this old Catholic practice of piety and gratitude. It is one which can be easily understood. Yet, largely owing to this nice delicacy, they are, after their own deaths, forgotten by many bound to them through spiritual gratitude. One of the most experi

sanctioned a Spanish practice of permitting to each priest three Masses on All Souls' Day as on Christmas Day. No doubt, were it properly petitioned, it would likewise extend to all the churches drawing their faith from St. Patrick's preaching, that privilege, as well as the beautiful custom that now has the force of law in Ir

iled to argue ably, generously, and most Christianly, for suffrages for

olic atmosphere of the country. From those that we have received we can affirm that no devotion would be much more

ss its predecessors in the grateful devotion of the people, who show that they remember their prelate. In St. Gabriel's the Cardinal's private secretary, Mgr. Farley, had the satisfaction of witnessing an ex

eatness are familiar and almost unnoticeable facts. It is, therefore, not undeserving of remark to find the newspapers of the Eternal City marking their notices of the passing of our Card

From a letter to The Catholic Review we learn that the celebrant of the Solemn Mass of Requiem was the rector, Rev. Dr. O'Connell; Rev. John Curley, deacon; Rev. Bernard Duffy, sub-deacon; Rev. Th

R THE CARDIN

he portico, on the steps, were two large funeral torches, with green flames. Similar torches were visible in many parts of the edifice, including the lofty upper galleries. The catafalque was of large dimensions, and was flanked on either side by numerous l

OF NO

ME, AT LEAST Y

e Texas

the battles of the Lord against the Devil, the Flesh, and the World, in the ranks of the Church Militant on earth, or enjoying in the happy mansions of Heaven their eternal reward, as members of the Church Triumphant, or finally waiting in the dark prison of Purgatory until they shall have paid their debt to the Eternal Justice "to the last farthing," and be saved "yet, so as by fire." I believe in the communion of saints-that is, I believe that there exists no

the dead, as is abundantly proved by the writings of the Latin Fathers, Tertullian, St. Cyprian, St. Augusti

ead in the tremendous mysteries, because they knew well that these would receive great benefi

says, upon the

, and by the alms which are offered for their spirits that the Lord may deal with them more mercifully than

h that it was of no use to offer up prayers and sacrifices for the dea

tice must be satisfied, and that the night in which no one can any longer work has arrived for them (St. John ix., v. 4), and thus these poor souls have recourse to our prayers. According to the pious Gerson we may hear their supplications: "Pray for us because we cannot do anything for ourselves. This help we

ssion of the temporal punishment due to their sins, and their speedy admission into the eternal abode of rest, light, and bliss. How holy and precious is the institution of All Souls' Day! How full of charity! It truly demonstrates the love and solicitude of the Church for all her children. In the first centuries of the Church, while the faithful were most exact in praying for their deceased friends and relatives and in havin

Christian practice of p

despised the voice o

e most ancient and r

and contradictions, humiliations and reverses of fortune. The alms we give for the dead prompt the Lord to be merciful to them. The sacrifice of the Mass, which was instituted for the living and the dead, is the most efficacious means of delivering them from their pains. "If the sacrifices which Job," says St. John

olation will it not be for us to know that we have abbreviated their sufferings! How great will their gratitude be after their deliverance! They will manifest it by praying for us, and obtaining for us the help which is so necessary in this valley of tears. In prosperity men forget those who have helped them in adversity; but it will not be so with the souls in Purgatory. After being admitted to the kingdom of heaven through

IAL ASSO

REV. S. S.

Catholic

ration of all the faithful departed, which takes place on Monday, the second day of next November. O

ail Marys" every day. They may take what mystery of the Holy Rosary devotion may prompt, and retain or change it at their own will, without reference to us. This is all that is required, and, of course, the obligation cannot bind under pain of

spiritual and temporal welfare of the members, according to their intention, a

ed and bound together in this most charitable work of shortening, by our prayers and good works, the time of purgation for the souls in Purgatory. Those who desire to become members may send their n

We have from time to time received letters not intended for us, and from this we judge our letters we

ich have gone out of our families and not shed tears at their absence? Their places are vacant. Love leaves the very chairs on which they sat unoccupied. We look around the room and at the places their forms filled within it. All these bring tears to our eyes, and make the heart too full for utterance. Thus fond imagination, sprung from love, wipes out the vacancy. We

E AND THE SU

ichael, Our Lady's regent in Purgatory, one of the seven who stands before the throne and Face of God, who has been appointed to receive souls after death, and is the special consoler and advocate of the holy souls detained amidst the flames of Purgatory. We should also pray to St. Peter for the holy souls, he to whom Christ gave the keys of the kingdom of Heaven. The holy souls are suffering the temporal penalty due to sin. This Apostle had by his sin effaced the image of God in his soul, but Jesus turned His Holy Face toward the unfaithful disciple, and His divine look wounded the heart of Peter with repentant sorrow and love; also St. James and St. John, who with him saw the glory of the Face of Jesus on Mount Thabor, and its sorrow in Gethsemane,

ime on earth. Bishop Vaughan says, "there can be no difficulty in believing thus, if we consider the meaning of a Plenary Indulgence granted by the Church, and applicable to the holy souls. The Sabbatine Indulgence is, in fact, a Plenary Indulgence granted by God, through the prayers of the Blessed Virgin Mary to the deceased who are in Purgatory, provided they have fulfilled upon earth certain specified conditions. The Sacred Congregation of the Holy Office by a Decree of February 13, 1613, forever settled any controversy that should arise on the subject of this Bull. St. Teresa, in the thirty-eighth chapter of her life, shows the special favor Our Lady exerts in favor of her Carmelite children and all who wear the Brown Scapular. She saw a holy friar ascending to Heaven without passing through Purgatory, and was given to understand, that

THEY LEARN

OBSEQUIES IMPRESSED

Baptist

the dead. Long lines reached many blocks, both up and down Fifth avenue, and they grew no shorter through the best

one to name beside him. He was a burning zealot all his life. Elevation and honors came to him. He became a prince in his Church. He swept every avenue of power and influence within his grasp into that Church. He lived singly for it. In his death, his Church exalts herself. She gives

long to America, or to the century. Rome and the Middle Ages conducted the obsequies. The canons are prescribed. They have

's red hat hangs at his feet. His cape is purple, his sleeves are pink drawn over with lace, his shirt is crimson and white lace covered. Purple gloves are on his hands. On his head is his tall white mitre. His pectoral cross lies on his pulseless breast. His seal ring glitters on his finger. To me it was an awful and uncanny figure. The man was old

antled, deserted, dead. Was ever contrast so wide or suggestive? The white, shining arches and pinnacles, up-pointing in architectural splendor. The architect lies under them prone, unconscious, decaying. The beautif

cries and lamentations he hears not, his cold hands clasped, his

ining rows. The glitter of royal violet velvet and cloth of gold add to the gorgeous trappings of the dead. The waiting multitudes look breathlessly at the black draped columns, the emblems of mourning put on here and there. Without announcement a single voice cries out from the dusky chancel the first lines of the office for the dead. A great Gregorian choir of boys takes up the wail, and their shrill treble is by-and-by joined by the hoarser

nant, love for display? In the wide world where can the ear of man catch such harmonies? The music, as a whole, was a deluge of lofty and inspiring expressions. Anguish, despair, devotion, submission, elevation! Ah, how the lofty Gothic arches thundered! Ho

ything goes on. If only a deacon should die out of some Baptist church, alas! my brethren, the plate returns empty to the altar. The minister puts on his hat. Consternation jumps on the ridge-pole and languishing, settles down. When shall we learn? When shall we plan harmoniously, unite our counsels, work within the lines, cease wasting resources, ca

a parchment which future ages may read, long after we are all forgot, giving a condensed record of his long and active career. The bishops and priests have gone home to their parishes; and their tireless labors go on. They are t

nd mankind. They are whispering, "The faithful are rewarded! Effort is acknowledged! O, Rome has shaken the earth! Rome is pu