Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 4 October 1917, Page 3

Friends at Court

■»■ GLEANINGS FOR NEXT WEEK'S CALENDAR October 7, Sunday. Nineteenth Sunday after Pentecost. Feast of the Holy ■>%■':'?. ; '"■ - Rosary. ■ "'■.--'- :»■'■■ 8, Monday.St. Brigid, Widow. . ~ 9, Tuesday.—SS. Dionysius and Companions, Martyrs. ~ 10, Wednesday.—St. Francis Borgia, Confessor ~ 11, Thursday.—Of the Feria. „ 12, Friday.Of the Feria. „ 13, Saturday.St. Edward, King and Confessor. Feasfe,of the Holy Rosary. On the first Sunday of October, 1571, was fought, the great battle of Lepanto, which saved Europe from the Turks, and gave the death blow to the Ottoman power. In memory of this victory, gained at he very moment when the faithful were reciting the Uosary for the success of the Christian arms, Gregory XIII. ordered the present feast to be celebrated. St. Brigid, Widow. St. Brigid belonged to the royal family of Sweden. From childhood she was remarkable for charity, love of retirement, and a distaste for worldly enjoyments. On the death of her husband, she divided her property amongst her children, and withdrew into a convent which she herself had founded. She died in Rome in 1373, at the age of 71, on her return from a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. St. Edward the Confessor. St. Edward, after spending his youth in exile, was crowned King of England in 1042. Though by his piety and simplicity he seemed better suited for a cloister than a court, yet the kingdom of England was never more blessed than during his reign. He had no other desire than to see his people happy, and they for their "part loved him as a just and generous ruler, while they revered him as a saint. St. Edward died in 1066. GRAINS OF GOLD. BEHOLD THY MOTHER! "Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, or a pro nobis, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae." • Mother, whose face I ne'er have seen, Whose lips mine have not pressed, By whose sweet, gentle hands of love I ne'er have been caressed ! , But yet I know, Where'ere I go, Not all the Mother-love on earth, - - r Has half the depth, or half the worth ~, :. Of Thine, "''■;■[ '...■;... : i.. Mother of God! Mother mine! I cannot see the further shore Beyond Death's troubled sea, '...'„ „ Where waters deeply desolate Surge between thee and me '■■'■'"'>" /. r\ And yet I know, ; ' Where'er I go, Thy mother-love enfoldeth me, Thy mother-love upholdeth me, : V\ Mother of Christ! Mother Divine! i ■>-:•'?■■ -"■■■;. ;• ''. ■ :■•'.;■ ' Mother mine ! '■ <-y>u When Death's dread voice shall summon me ; -". -. , I will stretch out my hand. ?.; _ . )g Learn to bear the faults ; of men as thou sufferest |.' the changes of 'weatherr^with^ equanimity; for im- | patience and anger will i v l no more improve thy : neighbors -than"they Twill : prevent its being 'hot or cold. -,.. ■ •■■--.- • -■