Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 24 July 1913, Page 3

Friends at Court

GLEANINGS FOR NEXT WEEK'S CALENDAR July 27, Sunday. Eleventh Sunday after Pentecost. „ .28, Monday.—St. Victor 1., Pope and Martyr; '".,•<"' St. Innocent 1., Pope and Confessor; and SS. Nazarius and

Celsus, Martyrs. „ 29, Tuesday.St. Felix 11., Pope and Martyr.' „ 30, Wednesday.—St. "Martha, Virgin. „ 31, Thursday. —St. Ignatius Loyola, Confessor. August 1, Friday.St. Peter's Chains. ! „ 2, Saturday. —St. Stephen 1., Pope and .;., Martyr.

St. Victor 1., Pope and Martyr; St. Innocent 1., Pope and Confessor; and SS. Nazarius and Celsus,

Martyrs.

Of these saints, St. Victor, an African, was martyred in 202, during the reign of Septimus Severus. St. Innocent governed the Church from 402 to 417; Saints Nazarius and Celsus sealed their faith with their blood at Milan, under Nero.

St. Martha, Virgin.

St. Martha was the sister of Lazarus, whom Christ raised from the dead. The family resided at Bethany, near Jerusalem, where they received frequent visits from our Divine Lord. According to a French tradition, Lazarus became first Bishop of Marseilles, while the tombs of Martha and her sister Mary are still venerated in Provence.

St. Ignatius of Loyola, Confessor.

St. Ignatius was born at the castle of Loyola, in the north of Spain. He was at first a soldier, but, feeling himself called to a more perfect life, he began, at the age of 33, to study Latin, with the object of becoming a priest. He completed his studies at the University of Paris, where he gained the affectionate esteem of several young students, who were afterwards the first members of the religious Order which he founded, and which is known as the Society of Jesus. St. Ignatius was its first Superior, and held that office from 1541 to 1556.

GRAINS OF GOLD THE GLEANING. So many things there are to bear, So many ways to go, So swiftly where a blossom grew Falls soft the shrouding snow, I wonder not men question life, And ask what means it all— The tears, the dreams, the silence long Where dusks eternal fall. One gathers blossoms by the way, The others smile at him But they with him sink down to rest When evening ways grow dim. This much we glean from all the years— No more we learn thereof, — The happiest of hearts are those Who walk in faith and love! — Ave Maria.