Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 29 July 1915, Page 3

Friends at Court

GLEANINGS FOR NEXT WEEK'S CALENDAR August 1, Sunday. Tenth Sunday after Pentecost." •'"''„"'• 2, Monday.—St. Alphonsus Ligubri, Bishop, Confessor, and Doctor. - - ~ 3, Tuesday.—The Finding of the Body of St. Stephen, the First Martyr. ~ 4, Wednesday.—St. Dominic, Confessor. ~ 5, Thursday .—Dedication of the Church of our Lady of the Snows. ~ 6, Friday.—The Transfiguration of our Lord Jesus Christ. • ~ 7, Saturday.—St. Cajetan, Confessor. Dedication of. the Church of our Lady of Snows. The Church of our Lady of Snows, or, as it is more frequently called, St. Mary Major, is one of the four great basilicas of Rome, and the largest and most celebrated of the many churches in that city which are dedicated* to the Mother of God. Built in the fourth century, under Pope Liberius, it was rebuilt on a magnificent scale in the following century. The title of ' Our Lady' of Snows ' has reference to a tradition connected with the building of the church. Transfiguration of Our Lord Jesus Christ. The miraculous Transfiguration of our Blessed Lord, in the presence 'of the Apostles Peter, James, and John, is narrated by St. Matthew in that portion of his Gospel which is read at Mass on the second Sunday in Lent. St. Cajetan, Confessor. St. Cajetan, the son of wealthy parents in the north of Italy, was remarkable for his charity to the poor. On the death of his parents, he expended a great part of his patrimony in the establishment of hospitals and pious associations for the relief of the sick and indigent; the remainder he divided between the poor and those of his relations who were in straitened circumstances. In conjunction with Archbishop Caraffa, afterwards Pope Paul IV., he founded the religious congregation of the Theatines. lie died in 1547, worn out by labors and austerities. GRAINS OP GOLD. THE BARQUE. At morn it proudly rode the wave, Its canvas fluttered in the breeze. It sped its way with sails unfurled, And seemed to rule the glist'ning seas. At noon 'twas stranded on the beach, And lowered lay its snowy sail. Now weed-crowned by the mocking waves, It quivered in the tempest's wail. At eve it glided into port, Its sails aglow with sunset light, No vestige of the perils borne When wind and wave essayed their might. An 1 so our lives at early morn Are bright with hopes that often die : God grant that, when the tempest's o'er, To Heaven's port our barques draw nigh. —Sister M. Gonzaga, in the Austral Light. Talk is said to be cheap, but many a man has had to pay dear for things he said. Let us be content in work to do the thing we can, and not presume to fret because it's little. £ There is an unlimited store of happiness waiting for those who learn to be. sincerely and unfeignedly glad at the joys of others. Men and women are apt to live a ..great deal too much within themselves, and to think too much of their own 'joys and sorrows.