Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 6 November 1913, Page 3

Friends at Court

GLEANINGS FOR NEXT WEEK'S CALENDAR November 9, Sunday.—Twenty-sixth Sunday after Pentecost. Dedication of the Lateran Basilica. „ 10, Monday.—St. Andrew Avellino, Confessor. .„ 11, Tuesday.—St. Martin, Bishop and Confessor. ~ 12, Wednesday.—St. Livinus, Bishop and Martyr. „ 13, Thursday.—St. Nicholas 1., Pope and Confessor. „ 14, Friday.—St. Lawrence, Bishop and Confessor. ~ 15, Saturday.—St. Gertrude, Virgin. St. Nicholas 1., Pope and Confessor. St. Nicholas, who succeeded to the Fisherman's Throne in 858, made strenuous efforts to put an end to the Greek Schism, and steadfastly refused to recognise the intruder, Photius, who had usurped the patriarchal See of Constantinople. Before his death, in 867, the Holy Pontiff saw his desires realised, although, as it afterwards appeared, his success was but transitory. St. Lawrence, Bishop and Confessor. St. Lawrence O'Toole, son of one of the lesser Irish princes, was, when only thirty years of age, unanimously elected Archbishop of Dublin, in 1162. This exalted station rendered still more conspicuous the virtues of which he had already given ample proof. His one aim was to eradicate from his diocese all abuses, and raise his people to a higher level of sanctity. His mildness, prudence, and well-known austerity contributed most effectively to render his effort successful. The poor always found in him a compassionate father, particularly in the calamities which befell Ireland in consequence of the invasion of the savage Strongbow and his freebooting companions. St. Lawrence & took part in the Third General Council of Lateran, in 1179, and died in the following year, in Normandy. When reminded during his last illness to make his will, he answered: Thank God ! I have not a penny left in the world to dispose of/ GRAINS OF GOLD TO THE SACRED HEART. Heart of my Lord that once for me Bore grief untold; Heart of my Lord yearning for me, Though mine be cold; Oh, Sacred Heart! Oh, Blessed Heart Divine! Warm with Thy fire my heart, and make it Thine. Heart of my Lord that knew the pain Of loneliness Heart of my Lord that felt the strain Of weariness; Oh patient Heart! Thou shalt not lonely be Upon Thine Altar; Lord, I come to Thee! Heart of my Lord, thrust with the spear Of the world's scorn; Heart of my Lord throbbing beneath The scourge and thorn ! What are these worthless pains and griefs of mine? Give me yet more, that I may share in Thine. Heart of my Lord, filling my days With glad delight; Heart of my Lord Whom I would praise From morn to night; Let my first thought be Thine, my last of Thee. Thou art my All! So merciful to me! English Messenger.