Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 1 July 1915, Page 3

Friends at Court

-L ' - # ” •T’-XIW-V. '• ;• RkUBANINQS FOR NEXT WEEK’S CALENDAR ; v- • July 4, Sunday.—Sixth Sunday after Pentecost. t..y. ~ 5, Monday. —St. Anthony Zaccaria, Confessor. gy- ~ 6, Tuesday.—Octave of the Feast of SS. Peter and Paul. ~ 7, Wednesday.—SS. Cyril and Methodius, Bishops and Confessors. ~ ’B, Thursday .—St. Elizabeth, Queen. ~ 9, Friday.—Of the Feria, ~ 10, Saturday.—The Seven Brothers, Martyrs. St. Anthony Zaccaria, Confessor. St. Anthony was born in 1500, at Cremona, in the |y. north of Italy. After having labored for some time in ■ry- his native city as a secular priest, he founded, in con--2 junction with two Milanese nobles, a congregation •of q monks, called Barnabites, from the,Church of St. Bar- -' v nabas, where they came together, like the early Christians, to live a life in common, and to devote themselves •t ; to the office of instructing the young. The Seven Brothers, Martyrs. Thfe seven saints whose glorious death is com- . memorated to-day were sons of St. Felicitap, and suffered at Rome about the middle of the second century. They were exhorted to -constancy in suffering by their heroic mother, who herself soon after received the crown of martyrdom. GRAINS OF GOLD* _ . PRAYER WITHOUT WORDS. This morn my heart is full of song; and still When to my lips it comes, the music dies—The power to sing my God to me denies. Thy grace divine Thou gavest, Lord until With every thought of Thee my pulses thrill : ‘ And swift to Heaven and Thee my glad soul (lies On wings of love ; and, 1 Deadest Lord,’ it cries, ‘ Let me but voice my prayer if ’tis Thy will! Mayhap some other soul, who struggles here, Will find in it new hope, new love for Thee— Some weary soul oppressed with doubt and fear.’ But Jesus in my breast so lovingly Speaks to my heart in accents low and clear, ‘ My child, to-day in silence worship Me.’ * —Sister M. Clara, B.V.M. Gratitude is a debt which all men owe, but few pay cheerfully. ► Who cannot do what he desires must do what is' within his powers.

The man who does the least talking has the fewest apologies to make. . Forget all that is past, and imagine each day you but begin.—St. Augustine. Let the roots of your life be deep in God, and the flowers will'be pleasing to men. f. Do we all recognise that to quicken the wits and leave the conscience untouched is not education ? We never know how one good act of ours may cheer and encourage others, or how terrible an influence one single wrong may have. ■ Pain comes to us from the hand of God for our gv. ji. Great are the rewards in store for those who know its value and accept it as a mercy. The secret of all progress lies in achieving something better than we have been able to do before, and then making that achievement a new standard, to be equalled at least, to be surpassed if it is possible. The libellers of the Church’s moral rectitude are ,£n not the learned and the sincere, nor the clear-minded, but. the shallow and ignorant, the malignant, and they * who invert the quality of charity that thinketh no evil .% and rejoiceth not in iniquity. —John Ayscbugh.