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147 THE INDIAN ADVOCATE
Kneeling for hours in silent agony by the bed on which she had died, he could neither weep nor pray. When he tried to bow before the inscrutable will of God, he was beset by the frightful suggestions of the tempter, that his Maker was un just and cruel in depriving him of his dearest treasure. Being religiously disposed, these thoughts distressed, and alarmed him, and he would sometimes cry out bitterly, Oh, God, if only I could prayl" or he would pace the room like a man beside hnnself, calling on his darling to come back, or take him whither she had gone. One day, opening an inner drawer of his dressing-case, he came upon Rose's long-forgotten medal. He took it Up and exclaimed, as he looked intently on the firgure of our Lady, "Oh, Mary, Mother of God, if you can hear the cry of a bro ken heart hear me now! Obtain for me the grace of prayer, and I will no longer doubt your power. Strange but true, we must say again. At that moment, the poor mourner felt his soul flooded, as it were, with a comfort and consolation he had never known before. A calmness, strange and sweet, came over him, and his misery was sooth ed to rest. Tears, the first he had shed since his bereavement, soon streamed from his eyes, while he knelt down and pray ed with fervor and in peace. Once more he placed the medal round his npck, never to be removed. The light of faith, which that day dawned on his mind, was fanned by study and instruction into a bright and lasting flame, and after due preparation, he was receiv ed into the Catholic Church. He has since joined a Religious Order, in which, at this moment, he holds a high position, and is unwearied in his labors to bring others to have confi dence in the Immaculate Mother of God. Messenger of the Sacred Heart. Charity is a fire, but three things can extinguish itf the whirlwind of pride, the inundations of gluttony and luxury; and the dense fumes of avarice. St, Anthony.