MARY'S VOICE FROM HEAVEN.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XVIII, Issue 33, 10 December 1886, Page 23

MARY'S VOICE FROM HEAVEN.

A bird keeps singing in my breast A sweet and soothing lay, Its notes commingle with my dreams And cheei my toil by day. And whether in the forest lone Or city's crowded square, That little bird forsakes me not But still keeps singing there. Let pain or sorrow seek my heart, Or joy my pulses thrill ; Let friends prove false, or fortune smile, That song-bird's with me still. And through the chambers of my heart Its mnsic ever flows ; It doubles all the joys of life And cancels all its woes. What is this voice, I often ask, That tunes my soul to song 1 That bears me up when cares oppress And makes my spirit strong ? It is my mother's happy voice From yonder heaven's blue ; To guide her frail child's wandering steps, To keep them firm and true. That voice dwells in my heart of hearts ; And bidsits tempests cease. When evil passions prompt to wrong And anger wars on peace . And with translucent spirit hand In hours of gathering dole It waveß away the shadows dark That rise before my soul. No rising future can be dark. No present pressed with gloom, While tinged with God's eternal light That f ice doth all illume. No midnight can be long and lone No path«av sad and drear, While strongest faith within my soul That face is ever near. Yes, clouds may rise, man's common lot, And caies that come to all ; And fate 111-stirr'd and ciuel seek To bind me in its thrall, But one sweet look from iho3e soft eyes, And ia.hance round me reigns ; One touch of that sweet spiru hund Can lift, depression's chains. Kind heaven has lent thee unto me, Oh mother ever dear. To guide me o'er life's shif ing sands Through danger, grief, ami tear. Oh piompt me still, beloved voice, To act the better ptrt. I o mile on all life's troubled scenes While thou art in my heart.

P. S. CXBSIDT.

— Celtic Monthly.

'■ Buchu-Paiba..''— Quick, complete cure, all annoying kidney, bladder, and urinary diseasts. At chemists and druggists. Kempthorue, Purser, aud Co , agents., Dunedin. il Loji-on s dreams of becoming the founder of a new religious sect in France were dis'-ipa'ed years ago ; and, perhaps taking a hint trom his vsife, he resjlved to try his Land at lecturing. At first people wint to see and hear him out of cuuosity, and men, foiming ibeir own opinion as to himself and hn works, tney suddenly withdrew then pa ron.ige. Since that time he nas been making desperate efforts periodically to make money and win renown ; but all his efforts, all his unpiinciple 1 artifices to attract an audience have failed miserably. An incident that has just occurred will probably convince him at last of the hopelessness of his attempts to hoodwink the French public or even to c irn the ignorant applaase of foreigners. He went down to Cauterets to try his luck with the rich and mixed society always to be found there at this season. He put up at the principal hotel. " Tne Universe"; and had numbers of large placards posted up announcing that he would deliver a lecture in tne I'rotestant church, the prices of admittance being ten, five, and three fraucs. iv the evening he walked up pompously to the table d h6te and tojk his place close by a group of ladies and gentlemen who had receutly arrived. Ou being told who the newcomer was, they immediately moved away from him ; while several people, who had taken their seats at other parts of the table rose aud left the room. At the end of the dinner, oce of the gentlemen present waß deputed by those present to seek the landlord aud tell him that he must cnoose between the ex-Carmelite an I them— that 19, that either M. Loyson [ or they would leave the hotel. The hotel-keeper did not long hesitate between the alternatives presented to him : and the aposcate pripat was cleared out bag and baggage.

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