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happy times I say Amore amoris Tui mundo moriar qui amore amoris mei dignatus es in Cruci mori,” then comes the chilling question, “Why are you not in the communion where he was who said that, and lived upon it?"

But you will answer : “You think too much about the salvation of your own soul, and too little about the Church.” But, my dear J-, I have not the consolation of thinking that I am running the risk (most dreadful idea) for the Church, but of harming a number of misbelievers by not following the light given me to show me where the Church is.

It comes to this : To stay is misery at present, and I dare not go away.--Life and Letters.

In January, 1846, two months after he had been formally received into the Roman Catholic communion, Mr. Faber wrote a letter to a friend justifying the step which he had taken.


Why should it seem to you so unnatural that those who have left you should feel anything rather than loyalty and affection to a system, or anything but kindly reminiscences of a dreadful position which they were forced from by the simple fear of everlasting ruin? Where do I owe my Christian allegiance ? Is it not to the Church of my baptism? And surely you, at least, cannot be so foolish as to suppose that any one is baptized into any particular, insular, national, or provincial part or branch of the Church, or into anything short of the Catholic Church of Christ. It is there my allegiance is due, and it is there your allegiance is due also.

A false system took me from my mother as soon as I had either sense to do overt acts of schism, or wilfulness to commit a mortal sin. That system nurtured me in hatred of the Holy See ; it nurtured me in false doctrine ; it has had the strength of my youth, and formed the character of my mind, and educated me in strange neglect as well of doctrinal instruction as of moral safeguards, And now, do I owe allegiance to the mother

from whose breasts I was torn, and whose face was so long strange to me? or to her who tore me from her, and usurped a name that was not hers, and whose fraud I have discovered ? No! I owe my allegiance to the Church into which I was baptized, the Church wherein my old forefathers died, the Church wherein I can help my later fathers who died away from her in their helpless ignorance. And like the stolen child who has found his mother, her loving reception and the outbreak-the happy outbreak-of his own instinct tell him, and have told him, more truly than all the legal proofs of parentage can do, that this, and this only, is the true mother who bore him years ago to God, and welcomes him now, in a way that humbles him most of all-without suspicion, probation, or reproof.- Life and Letters.


We began with reflecting on the mystery of the Precious Blood because all devotion starts best with doctrine. The incredibilities of divine love become more credible when we have learned them first as dogmas. It was also the more necessary to begin with doctrine in the case of a “devotion,” which claims to be an adoration also. We then turned from God to man, and strove to form a right estimate of the Precious Blood by studying from various points of view our extreme need of it, and our immeasurable wretchedness without it. We then traversed its empire, learned its character by studying the method of its government, and judged of its magnificence by the splendor of its dominion. Our next step was to unfold its chronicles. We found there a whole revelation of God, and much of the secret history of His eternity. We discovered there our own place in creation by discovering our place in the procession of the Precious Blood. From its history we passed to its biography, to that notable characteristic of it which especially reveals its spirit—its prodigality. We saw how God's prodigalities are not excesses, but most extraordinary magnificences; and also how our poverty is so extreme that we can only live on from day to day by being economical of God's most exuber

ant liberalities. As we had begun with doctrine and adoration, we have had to end with practice and devotion. The history, the characteristics, and the spirit of the devotion to the Precious Blood have been the concluding subjects of our reflections. The Precious Blood.


O come and mourn with me awhile ;

O come ye to the Saviour's side ;
O come, together let us mourn :

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Have we no tears to shed for him,

While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah ! look how patiently he hangs :

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
How fast his hands and feet are nailed ;

His throat with parching thirst is dried;
His failing eyes are dimmed with blood:

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Seven times he spake, seven words of love ;

And all three hours his silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men :

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Come, let us stand beneath the Cross ;

So may the blood from out his side
Fall gently on us, drop by drop :

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
A broken heart, a font of tears,

Ask, and they will not be denied :
Lord Jesus, may we love and weep,

Since Thou for us art crucified.

My God, how wonderful Thou art,

Thy majesty how bright;
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,

In depths of burning light.

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