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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE Mature. ll Nature, with its granduer, is to me A portrait dim, of the Divinity. In it there is enough of mystery, Of love and awe inspiring majesty To aid poor man's frail finite mind To better know, his eyes to better see, Somewhat of that else hid to him behind The mystic veil of the Infinity. From Nature, as from Nature's God there flow Truths that we marvel at and only know, So much of beauty mystical and grand More lovely that we do not understand. It has no barren solitude unless For the unseeing eye or thoughtlessness. It is God's long mute poejrt which they read Whose eyes are yet unblinded by a greed To grasp and hold this world's poor transient toys, Whose hearts may know, other than carnal joys. Nature, like God, its wealth bestows on none Save those whose love and childlike faith make one. Gold gives no entrance to its inmost soul; The veil, love's fingers only backward roll. jAMrs O'Keeit, O. S. B. p Jfrom 8 Concert's entpcb. On his deathbed Lord Brampton, through his wife, sent the following message to a convert friend: "In the Catholic Church I have perfect conviction for my intellect and peace for my heart. I believe all that the Church teaches, and re ject all that she rejects. In her communion I trust to live and die." A brief message, but how eloquent and significant it is! 4 X.