Friends at Court

New Zealand Tablet, 9 October 1919, Page 3

Friends at Court

GLEANINGS FOR NEXT WEEK'S CALENDAR. October 12, Sunday.—Eighteenth Sunday after Pentecost. „ 13, Monday.St. Edward, King and Confessor. „ 14, Tuesday.—St. Callistus, Pope and Martyr. „ 15, Wednesday.—St. Theresa, Virgin. „ 16, Thursday.— the Feria. „ 17, Friday.—St. Hedwige. ~ 18, Saturday.—St. Luke, Evangelist. St. Callistus, Pope and Martyr. The Pontificate of St. Callistus, which began in 217, terminated in 222 by the martyrdom of this holy Pontiff. A detailed account of his sufferings has not come down to us, but it is probable that he lost his life in a popular uprising during the reign of Alexander Severus. St. Luke, Evangelist. One of the four Evangelists, and a disciple of St. Paul, whom he joined at Troas in the year 53. He was a native of Antioch, in Syria, a physician by profession, and a painter of no mean skill. St. Luke shared the travels and trials of St. Paul, and was with him in bis second imprisonment. He afterwards returned to Macedonia and Achaia, and died a martyr at Patxae, at the age of 74. St. Luke is the author of the third Gospel and of the Acts of the Apostles. He wrote both works in Greek. GRAINS OF GOLD EAST WORDS. My God, my clay is spent, I come to Thee; The shadows of the evening fall on me; The world of creatures passeth,silently And swiftly moves my spirit unto Thee; 0 God, my Father, open unto me! Thou art Who art, O glorious Majesty : All Being art Thou, whom I may not see: Out of my nothingness I cry to Thee; I, who am not, encircled am by Thee, And hoping, wait; then open unto me! My being bad not been, except in Thee; My strength was not — lived and fed on Thee; My breath is passinglet it pass from me In words of loving confidence in Thee. 0 Light! 0 Beauty ! open unto me ! Thy voice hath spoken all through life to me, And in the dark I searched and felt for Thee, And waited all these years, my God, to be Once more restored to Thy great Unity : 1 feel Thee now ! 0 open unto me ! O sweet caress! O Love divine for me! Farewell, O earth ! O heaven, I pant for thee! O nothingness, farewell! My All to me, As Thou hast died, so would I die for Thee ! O Love! O Jesus ! open unto me! Lacordaire. AN IRISH PRAYER. [A translation from the modern Irish of the Prayer of .Aongus in Dr. Hyde's Lost Saint. The Irish for the prayer would of course give the genuine ring, but even a translation gives a good idea.] O Lord God, take pity on this tender little child. Put wisdom into his head, dispel the mist from his mind, and make him able to learn his lesson like other boys. O Jesus, Thou w.ert once young Thyself take pity on youth. Thou didst Thyself shed tears: dry the tears of this little boy. Give ear, O Lord, to the prayer of Thy servant, and refuse him not this little boon. 0 Lord, bitter are the tears of a. child, sweeten them; deep are the thoughts of a child, calm them; keen is the grief of a child, remove it from him; soft is the heart of a child, do not let it be hardened. Amen. Eyne. REFLECTIONS. Those who are good in themselves are the least respectful of bad in others. No one has a right to afflict others with his own burdens. Bear your own cross. The richest vintages are grown on the rough slopes of the volcano, and lovely flowers bloom at the glacier's edge; and all our troubles, great and little, may be converted into gladness if we accept them as God meant them. —Alexander Maclaren.