Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 11 September 1913, Page 3

Friends at Court

GLEANINGS FOR NEXT WEEK'S CALENDAR September 14, Sunday. Eighteenth Sunday after Pentecost. Exaltation of the . Holy Cross. ~ 15, Monday.—Octave of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary. ~ 16, Tuesday.—SS. Cornelius and Cyprian, Bishops and Martyrs. ~ 17, Wednesday.—Stigmata of St. Francis. Ember Day. ~ 18, Thursday.—St. Joseph of Cupertino, Confessor. ~ 19, Friday.—St. Januarius and Companions, Martyrs. Ember Day. ~ 20, Saturday.—St. Agapitus, Pope and Martyr. Ember Day. No abstinence. The Stigmata of St. Francis. God, not content with enriching His saints interiorly with every grace, has also vouchsafed to bestow on certain of them external signs of their conformity to their crucified Lord, by miraculously imprinting on their bodies the marks of His five Sacred Wounds. One of those who were favored with this extraordinary grace was -the seraphic St. Francis of Assisi. St. Januarius and Companions, Martyrs. St. Januarius, Bishop of Benevento, in the south* of Italy, was, with six companions, beheaded during the persecution of Diocletian. The remains of St. Januarius were conveyed to Naples, where, every year on his feast, and during the octave, the celebrated miracle of the liquefaction of his blood takes place. St. Agapitus 1., Pope and Confessor. St. Agapitus, a Roman, succeeded Pope John 11. in 555. He died after a short pontificate of eleven months.

GRAINS OF GOLD

TO THE SACRED HEART. Within Thy Heart, O Jesus mine! I place what'er my soul desires; When bliss uplifts, when sorrow tires, I'll make my hope those woes of thine, And that sad death Thou did'st embrace My trusting love, my better- part: So Lord, to-day's requests I place Within Thy Heart! Within Thy Heart, O Jesus mine! Leave I this weary load of sin; Bethink Thee, how Thy Blood did win My stricken soul from wrath divine. So will I seek Thy wounded Side . Whence Love leaped up to meet the dart. My sin, my shame, ail, all I'll hide Within Thy Heart! Within Thy Heart, O Jesus mine! I'll place my every care, and rest Securely on Thy sacred Breast, Till all my love be wholly thine. There keep me while the years go by, There let me know Thee as Thou art, So shall I live, so sweetly die Within Thy Heart! We swallow at one draught the lie that flatters us, and drink drop by drop the -truth which is bitter to us. The rich man escapes from identifying himself with the poor by imagining them too stupid to feel hardships. Among men who have any sound and sterling qualities there is nothing so contagious as pure openness of heart.