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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE.
PRAY FOR THE DEAD.
Pray for the dead! Their prisoned houIh are
With love umncaHured for that happy day,
When I'Mon's gates on pearly hinges turning
.Shall woo to peace. Then pray, oh pray!
Pray for the dead! On golden hinge. turning
The eastern portals open to the day,
While bell on hell peals out on wings of morning,
"Ave Maria!" Pray, oh pray!
Pray for the dead! While noon-tide chimes are
Once more by angel taught we "Aves" say,
And tender thoughts are surely, gently bringing
The longed for hour. Pray, oh pray!
Pray for the dead! O'er hill and valley stealing
The lengthened shadows tell of fading day,
The last sweet "Aves" softly now are pealing
Thro' sunset splendor. Pray, oh pray!
Maky M. MiMjixi: in Poor Souls1 Advocate.
Devotion to the Souls in Purgatory
in the Benedictine Order.
History abounds with instances show
ing this devotion traditional among the
children of St. Benedict.
We read of St. Gregory the Great,
that he had Mass said for thirty days
in succession, for a deceased monk,
named Justin, who, accordingto a reve
lation, was detained in Purgatory for
having kept some money without per
mission. On the last day Justin ap
peared to his brother, telling him that
he now was released from Purgatory,
after enduring intense torments.
We read in the Revelations of St.
Gertrude: The holy nun asked our
Blessed Lord, "Plow many souls were
delivered from Purgatorj7 by her and
her sisters' prayers?" "The number,"
replied our Lord, "is proportioned to
the .eal and fervor of those who pray
for them." He added: "My love urges
Me to release a great number of souls
for the prayers of each religious, and
at each verse of the psalms which they
recite, I release many." (rtsvci., chapter xvi.)
The Solemn commemoration of the
departed souls on the second of No
vember, was celebrated first by St.
Odilo, Abbot of Cluny, towards the end
of the tenth century. He established
.this practice in all the houses of his
Order, which usage was afterwards en
joined upon the whole Christian world,
by Pope John XVI.
The orphan! This means a human
being without a family to belong to, a
plant without the warming sun. The
fire-place is cold, the table offers no
food to him. He stretches forth his
arms, but these arms no more find the
dear hand that, a short time ago, has
caressed him. When his sobbing voice
cries out: "Where is mother? where
is dear mother?" the echo alone an
swers: "Dear mother." Poor child! he
sees his companions call one another;
sees them playing under the tender,
watchful eyes of their mothers: but no
one cares for him, no smile, no caresses,
no sweet words for him. Always sad
and forsaken, nowhere at home, a
stranger wherever he goes.
Happily we are mistaken. Our holy
Religion takes care of him, wipes the
tears from his eyes and says to him:
"My dear child, God, whose wise and
merciful designs are impenetrable, has,
indeed, taken away from you your
earthly parents, yet He has given you
through Me, instead of them, a Father
and Mother according to grace, that is
to say: the missionary of faith, the
Priest; and the missionary of devotion,
the Sisters of Charity.
To the first one she says: "Behold
your son, ccce filius tuns!" "You shall
bo a father to the orphan, orphano tu
eris adjutor." And the Priest has taken
you in his arms, wrapt you up in the
cloak of his charity and pressed you,
with the love of a father, against his
heart. You were hungry, and he has
given you to oat; you suffered from cold