I See Crosses At Every Turn. My

O My Child, Bethink You That Just As The Bee, Having Gathered Heaven's Dew And Earth's Sweetest Juices From Amid The Flowers, Carries It To Her Hive; So The Priest, Having Taken The Saviour, God's Own Son, Who Came Down From Heaven, The Son Of Mary, Who Sprang Up As Earth's Choicest Flower, From The Altar, Feeds You With That Bread Of Sweetness And Of All Delight.

It Is Not Those Who Commit The Least Faults Who Are The Most Holy, But Those Who Have The Greatest Courage, The Greatest Generosity, The Greatest Love, Who Make The Boldest Efforts To Overcome Themselves, And Are Not Immediately Apprehensive About Tripping.

And When Children Begin To Use Their Reason, Fathers And Mothers Should Take Great Pains To Fill Their Hearts With The Fear Of God. This The Good Queen Blanche Did Most Earnestly By St. Louis, Her Son: Witness Her Oft-repeated Words, "my Son, I Would Sooner See You Die Than Guilty Of A Mortal Sin;" Words Which Sank So Deeply Into The Saintly Monarch's Heart, That He Himself Said There Was No Day On Which They Did Not Recur To His Mind, And Strengthen Him In Treading God's Ways.

Every Vocation Becomes More Agreeable When United With Devotion.

If I Want Only Pure Water, What Does It Matter To Me Whether It Be Brought In A Vase Of Gold Or Of Glass? What Is It To Me Whether The Will Of God Be Presented To Me In Tribulation Or Consolation, Since I Desire And Seek Only The Divine Will?