From the IMMACULATE archives:

The Little Treasury of Leaflets

With Prayers at Mass and numerous devotional exercises

M. H. Gill & Son, Ltd.

Nihil Obstat: Joanne Waters, Censor Theol. Deput.
Imprimi potest: + Gulielmus, Archiep. Dublinen. Hiberniae Primas.

Dublin, die 30 Junii, 1914.
M. H. Gill & Son, Ltd., Dublin

Transcription by Paul O. Schenker, IMMACULATA Publishers, CH-9050 Appenzell, Switzerland


A Wish.

God's love in me:
This is the boon
I earnestly implore;
That when life's volume
Shall be closed,
To open never more --
Then written on the last pure page,
Let this assurance be:
The golden hope that I have won --
A blest eternity.



That ardent love
Thy Saints have known
Kindle, O Lord, in me.
Thou, above all the rest for ever,
And all the rest in Thee.


Clock of Love.

"My God, I love Thee!" Hark, the Seconds say,
"May God, I love Thee!" Minutes pass away.
"Jesus, Thy love!" "Tis thus the Quarters chime.
"Jesus, Thy love!" The Hours strike their time.
"My God, I love Thee!" As the Days go by.
"My God, I love Thee!" Swift doth Nighttime fly.
"Jesus, Thy love!" The days and nights bring Weeks.
"Jesus, Thy love!" Each Month my longing speaks.
"My God, I love Thee!" Roll the Years along.
"My God, I love Thee!" All a Lifetime's song.
"Jesus, Thy love!" Kind Death my hour has brought.
"Jesus, Thy love!" Now mine, and Time is nought.


Morning Offering in Union with the Apostleship of Prayer.

O JESUS, through the most pure heart of Mary, I offer the prayers, work, and sufferings of this day for all the intentions of Thy Divine Heart.

I offer them in particular for the spread of the Apostleship of Prayer; that the work which Thou hast blessed may be blessed still more. Increase, dear Jesus, the number of those who give each day to Thee, teach them to pray, and make them love Thy Sacred Heart. Amen.


A Short Morning Offering.

O My Lord and my God! I offer to You this day, and for ever, my body, my soul, and my heart, with all their works, powers, and affections, in the spirit of contrition and atonement, in the spirit of adoration and thanksgiving, in the spirit of faith, hope, and charity. I lay may past, my present, and my future at Your Feet, and I pray that I may accomplish Your Will during every moment of my mortal life, and rejoice in Your Love for my whole eternity, through my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, with Whose Prayers, Labours and Sufferings I beseech you to unite and sanctify mine. Amen.


All for Jesus.

Yea, Lord! I ask that this short day
Be spent for Thee and Thine;
Beloved! Grant its every hour
May reach Thy Heart Divine.
Let not my foolish love of praise
Rob work or prayer from Thee.
Jesus! From pride, from self, from sin,
May this one day be free.


How to Begin the Day Well

THE Morning is the Sunrise of the Soul and Prayer our first duty, and whether we have consolation or aridity in it we are bound to persevere. We should try and contract the holy habit of raising the heart to God immediately on awaking. The devil, knowing the value of our first waking moments, is wont to watch for it in order to usurp our thoughts, therefore directly we awake, we should make the Sign of the Cross and rise quickly, offer our heart to God and thank Him for our preservation during the night, and beg His blessing on the day about to commence. Do not, to abtain a momentary indulgence, sacrifice your first waking moments to the subtle enemy, who seeks in all things our destruction. Begin the day as you hope to end it, by taking up your cross, and walking in the footsteps of Him Who is the way, the truth, and the life. Recite your morning prayers carefully, looking on them as the first-fruits of the day, which should be consecrated to God with peculiar fervour. On the fidelity with which this first duty is performed depends the success of all the actions of the day. Who grants us this day we are entering on? Is it not God? and should it not be devoted unreservedly to Him Who gives it? We cannot foresee the trials, accidents and temptations which await us during its progress; therefore it is prudent to invoke the Sovereign arbiter of all events, the Giver of all graces, the Author of all good. Never omit the sacred duty of Morning Prayer, but consecrate to it your first free moments, lest you may afterwards be interrupted in its discharge, and daily repeat the same form of prayer, by which means you will more surely avoid distractions. Offer the whole day to God, with every action and occurrence that it includes. This general oblation will supply for any omission in offering the detail of your occupations and will render them all meritorious. Remember that this day may be the last of your life, and resolve to spend it in the most perfect manner.


Reasons for Getting Up the Moment I am Called.

  1. Because the first moment belongs to God and if I go to sleep again I take it for selfindulgence.

  2. Because every moment has a special grace attached to it, and if I go to sleep again, what graces may I not lose?

  3. Because there is a special grace for those who get up early, which is like the manna melted by the sun.

  4. Because it is the devil who tries to make me stay in bed, and even makes me feel tired and sleepy; it will pass off if I get up.

  5. Because the mortification for the love of God of overcoming my sloth, will call down a blessing on my day.


Hours of Sleep.

Nature gives five.
Custom gives seven.
Laziness takes NINE.
And wickedness ELEVEN.


Evening Oblation

My dear Lord Jesus Christ, I offer up to Thee the repose which I am going to take this night, in union with that eternal repose which Thou hast in the Bosom of Thy Father, and of that temporal repose which Thou didst take during the whole time of Thine abode upon earth.

I offer up to Thee every breath which I shall draw this night, every motion of my heart begging that they may all be so many acts of love, praise, adoration, benediction, joy, thanksgiving, in union with that homage which will be paid to Thee this night in Heaven, and which infinite worlds may render to Thee throughout the whole course of eternity.

Moreover, I earnestly beg that Thy Blessed Mother, St. Joseph, and all the Angels and Saints may love and glorify Thee for me this night, and throughout all eternity. Amen.

(From "L'Ange, Conducteur.")

You do everything when you do the Will of God. -- St. Liguori.


How to End the Day Well.

If it is important to begin the day well, it is no less so to end it in the same spirit. The graces which God has granted during the day, the protection of which we stand in need for passing the night in safety, are fresh motives to induce us to pray with humility, love, and contrition. Before you go to bed, read the meditation you intend making next morning. Say your prayers attentively, in doubt whether you may open your eyes again to the rising sun, und never omit to examine your conscience. Offer your sleep to God, in union with that which Our Divine Lord took while upon earth; beseech Him to protect you during the night, that you may rise next day to serve Him with increased fidelity. Make an act of contrition for all the sins of your past life, and when you lie down make the Sign of the Cross devoutly as a sacred symbol that you belong entirely to God.


Why Callest thou Me?

The following is a free translation of the famous lines traced on the walls of the Cathedral at Lubeck: --

Thou callest Me Master -- and heedest not Me;
Thou callest Me Light -- and I shine not for Thee;
Thou callest Me the Way -- and dost follow Me not;
Thou callest Me the Life -- and My Name is forgot;
Thou callest Me the Truth -- and defilest thy soul;
Thou callest Me Guide -- and despisest control;
Thou callest Me Lovely -- withholding thy heart;
Thou callest Me Rich -- and desireth no part;
Thou callest Me Eternal -- and seekest My birth;
Thou callest Me Eternal -- wasting thy youth;
Thou callest Me Noble -- and draggest Me down;
Thou callest Me Almighty -- nor fearest My frown;
Thou callest Me Just -- oh, if just then I be,
When I shall condemn thee, reproach thou not Me!


Indulgenced Prayers.

If you would serve God faithfully and piously, you must not rest satisfied with saying your morning and evening prayers; you must also often raise your heart to God during the day, at your work and in your temptations. In order to render this easier to you, the following prayers, enriched by the Church with numerous indulgences, have been collected together. They will thus tend both to your own good and the relief of the poor Souls. "We forget too often our dear deceased", says St. Francis of Sales. St. Ignatius cannot sufficiently praise and esteem indulgences. He exhorts us for the love of God to set high value on them. St. Alphonsus Liguori advises us to make the intention in our morning prayers to gain all the indulgences in which we can participate during the day. Try to draw the greatest profit from these prayers. Learn them by heart, so as to have them ready in time of work or temptation. Repeat them as often as you can, and in a short time you will become an interior soul and reap rich blessings.


Offerings of Good Works and Intentions to Gain Indulgences.

My God, Who hast given to Thy Church the power to bind souls and to loose them, I most fervently thank Thee for this Thy great mercy, and desire to avail myself thereof by reciting those prayers, making those Communions, and performing those good works to which indulgences are annexed.

Vouchsafe, O my God, to ratify in Heaven the merciful decrees of Thy vicegerent on earth; through Jesus Christ, Our Lord, in Whose promises we confide, and by Whose merits alone we can hope for pardon.



Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts, earth is full of Thy glory. Glory be to the Father, Glory be to the Son, Glory be to the Holy Ghost. (CLEMENT XIV., 26th June 1770.) -- 100 Days.

(To be said only before an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.) -- My loving Jesus, in order to show the grateful love I bear Thee, and to make reparation for my unfaithfulness to grace I (N.) give Thee my heart, and I consecrate myself wholly to Thee, and with Thy help I purpose never to sin again. (PIUS IX., 1869.) -- 300 Days.

Sacred Heart of Jesus have mercy on me. (PIUS IX.) -- 100 Days.

My Jesus, mercy. (PIUS IX., 23rd September 1846.) -- 100 Days.

Sweet Heart of Jesus, be Thou my love. -- 300 Days.

Jesus, my God, I love Thee above all things. (PIUS IX., 7th May 1854.) -- 50 Days.

My sweetest Jesus, be not to me a judge but a Saviour. (PIUS IX., 11th August 1851.) -- 50 Days.

May the Sacred Heart of Jesus be loved everywhere. (PIUS IX.) -- 100 Days.

Praised and blessed at every moment be the Most Holy and Divine Sacrament. (PIUS VI., 24th May 1766.) -- 100 Days.

Devoutly saving -- Jesus, Mary. (SIXTUS V., 11th July 1587.) -- 25 Days.

Eternal Father, I offer Thee the most Precious Blood of Jesus Christ, in satisfaction for my sins and the wants of the Holy Chruch. (PIUS VII., 22nd March 1817.) -- 100 Days.

Eternal Father, we offer Thee the Blood, Passion, and Death of Jesus Christ, the sorrows of the most Holy Mary and St. Joseph, in payment of our sins, in suffrage for the Holy Souls in Purgatory, for the wants of our Mother the Church, and for the conversion of sinners. (PIUS VII., 30th April 1800.) -- 100 Days.

For those in their last agony -- O most merciful Jesus, lover of souls, I pray Thee, by the agony of Thy most Sacred Heart, and by the sorrows of Thy Immaculate Mother, cleanse in Thine Own Blood the sinners of the whole world, who are now in their last agony and to die this day. Heart of Jesus, once in agony, have pity on the dying. (PIUS IX., 2nd February 1850.) -- 100 Days.

I adore Thee every moment, O Living Bread, Great Sacrament. Jesus, Heart of Mary, I pray You send Thy blessing on my soul. Holiest Jesus, loving Saviour, I give Thee my heart. May all know, adore, and praise every moment the most Holy and Divine Sacrament. (LEO XII., 13th August 1828.) -- 100 Days.

Devine Mercy, Incarnate in the Sacred Heart of Jesus, inundate the whole world, and diffuse Thyself upon us. (PIUS IX., 10th December 1866.) -- 100 Days.

May the Most Just, the Most High, the Most Amiable Will of God, be done, praised, and eternally exalted in all things. (PIUS VII., 10th May 1801.) -- 100 Days.

Blessed be God. Blessed be His Holy Name. Blessed be Jesus Christ, true God and true Man. Blessed be the Name of Jesus. Blessed be Jesus in the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar. Blessed be the great Mother of God, Most Holy Mary. Blessed be her Holy and Immaculate Conception. Blessed be the name of Mary, Virgin and Mother. Blessed be God in His Angels and Saints. (PIUS VII., 23rd July 1801.) -- 365 Days.

Soul of Christ, sanctify me. Body of Christ, save me. Blood of Christ, inebriate me. Water flowing from the Side of Christ, wash me. Passion of Christ, strengthen me. O Good Jesus, hear me. Hide me in Thy wounds. Permit not that I should be separated from Thee. Defend me from the malignant enemy. Call me at the hour of my death. Bid me come to Thee, that with Thy Saints I may praise Thee for all eternity. (PIUS IX., 9th January 1854.) -- 300 Days.

Behold, my most loving Jesus, to what an excess Thy boundless love has carried Thee. Of Thine Own Flesh and Precious Blood Thou hast made ready for me a banquet in order to give me all Thyself. What was it that impelled Thee to this transport of love for me? It was Thy Heart, Thy loving Heart. O Adorable Heart of my Jesus, burning furnace of Divine Love! within Thy most sacred Wound receive Thou my soul; that in the school of charity I may learn to requite the love of that God Who has given me such wondrous proofs of His Love. Amen. (PIUS IX., 7th November 1877.) -- 100 Days.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I offer to you my heart and soul. (PIUS VII., 28th April 1807.) -- 100 Days.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, assist me in my last agony. (PIUS VII., 28th April 1807.) -- 100 Days.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, may I breathe forth my soul in peace with you. (PIUS VII., 28th April 1807.) -- 100 Days.

Sweet Heart of Mary, be my salvation. (PIUS IX., 30th September 1852.) -- 100 Days.

Blessed be the Holy and Immaculate Conception of the B. V. Mary. (PIUS VI., 21st November 1793.) -- 100 Days.

Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us. (PIUS IX.) -- 100 Days.

Our Lady of the Sacred Heart, pray for us. (PIUS IX.) -- 100 Days.

Hail Mary, full of sorrows, the Crucified is with thee, compassionate art thou amongst women, and worthy of compassion is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of the Crucified, obtain tears of compunction for us, crucifiers of thy Son, now and at the hour of our death. (PIUS IX., 23rd December 1847.) -- 100 Days.

O Angel of God, whom God hath appointed to be my Guardian, enlighten and direct, protect and govern me. (PIUS VI., 21st November 1793.) -- 100 Days.

Guardian of Virgins and Holy Father Joseph, to whose faithful custody Jesus Christ, Innocence itself, and Mary, Virgin of virgins, were committed, I pray and beseech thee by these dear pledges, Jesus and Mary, that being preserved from all uncleanness, I may with spotless mind, pure heart, a  chaste body, ever most chastely serve Jesus and Mary, all the days of my life. Amen. (PIUS IX., 3rd February 1863.) -- For priests, 365 Days. For people, 100 Days.

Remember, most pure husband of Mary, ever Virgin, my loving protector Jeseph, that never hath it been heard that anyone invoked thy protection, or asked aid of thee, who has not been consoled. In this confidence I come before thee. I fervently recommend myself to thee. I fervently recommend myself to thee. Despise not my prayer, reputed Father of the Saviour of men, but do thou in thy pity receive it. Amen. (PIUS IX., 2t6th June 1863.) -- 300 Days.

Foster-Father Joseph, our guide, protect us and the Holy Church. (PIUS IX., 27th January 1863.) -- 50 Days.

Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee: may thy grace be with me; blessed art though amonst women, and blessed is Holy Anne, thy mother, from whom, O Virgin Mary, thou didst come forth free from all stain of sin; and of thee was born Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God. Amen. (PIUS VII., 10th June 1815.) -- 100 Days.

When assaulted by temptation, say -- My Queen! My Mother! Remember I am thine own. Keep me, defend me as thy property, thy own possession. (PIUS IX., 27th January 1863.) -- 40 Days.

The Prayer of St. Bernard. -- Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, and sought thy intercession, was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, I fly to thee, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother; to thee I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions; but in thy clemency hear and answer me. Amen. (PIUS IX., 11th December 1846.) -- 300 Days.

In honour of the Seven Dolours of the Blessed Virgin, recalling to mind the Passion of Jesus Christ, Seven Aves, with the Versicle -- Holy Mother, pierce me through, in my heart each wound renew of my Saviour crucified. (PIUS IX., 1st December 1851.) -- 300 Days.

To say, kneeling, at the sound of the bell, the Angelus, morning, noon, and evening, in honour of the Incarnation. (BENEDICT XIII., September 1724.) -- 300 Days.

For the Hail, Holy Queen. (PIUS VI., 5th April 1786.) -- 100 Days.

Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope! To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve. To thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most gracious Advocate, thine eyes of mercy towards us; and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary! (PIUS VI., 5th April 1786.) -- 100 Days.

For the Members of the Confraternity of the Sacred Heart only.

Three Glorias, or Glory be to the Father, &c., morning, noon and evening, to thank the Blessed Trinity for the graces and privileges granted to the Blessed Virgin, especially her assumption into Heaven. (PIUS IX., 11th July 1875.) -- 300 Days.


To pray for the intentions of our Holy Father, the Pope, viz: -- Five Paters and Aves, before a Representation of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, exposed for public veneration at any Chapel or Altar. -- 7 Years, 7 Quarantines.

The Litany of the Blessed Virgin. (PIUS IX., 30th September 1871.) -- 300 Days.

For adoring Jesus Christ in the Blessed Sacrament at the Elevation at Mass, saying at the same time some short prayer. GREGORY XIII., 10th April 1580.) -- 365 Days.

The Litany of the Sacred Name of Jesus. -- 200 Days.

NOTE. -- All these Indulgences may be aplied to the Souls in Purgatory by saying: My good God, for Thy greater glory I offer these Indulgences for the Suffering Souls in Purgatory.


Try it.

One of the sweetest things in Life
Is the sense of satisfaction,
Which always comes to reward our hearts
When we do a goodly action.

So deep is this joy, it seems to me
That we ought to share it ever,
And find endless pleasure in its fruits
Of faithful toil and endeavour.

Try it, my friends, and you will find
It will drive away all sadness,
And fill your hearts till they overflow
With a sweet and glorious gladness.


The veil which hides the future from us was woven by the Angel of Mercy.


CHRISTIANS, whenever that cross falls, to which your quivering heart cries out "all else but this I could have borne", remember that God is at His holy work, and offer yourself to this searing torture, as the diseased limb offers itself, though in excess of anguish, to the cautery or the knife. God is your surgeon: and that friend, or foe, who is God's instrument, shall cease to torture when your soul is healed. If you are humbled, it is an invitation to humility. If you are tried through affections, hasten to detach yourself, for God is knocking at your heart; wherever you suffer, there have you sinned, or were in danger of sinning; wherever you suffer, there God is willing to begin your sanctification -- begin your work gallantly. Remember the Will of God is the rule of right, never to depart from it is to enter into freedom -- to be at peace. I have great faith in suffering as an introduction to grace. There is nothing so good in us that does not derive some advantage from being mortified. The heaviest cross to a soul that loves God is that of a duty unfulfilled.



I sat alone with my conscience,
And dreamed all time had ceased --
And we talked of my former living
In the land where no years increased.
And I felt I should have to answer
The question it put to me,
And to face the answer and question
Throughout an eternity.

The ghosts of forgotten actions
Came floating before my sight,
And things that I thought were dead things
Were alive with a terrible might.
And the vision of all my past life
Was an awful thing to face,
Alone with my conscience, sitting
In that solemnly silent place!

And I thought of an old-time warning
Of a sorrow that was to be mine,
In a land lying then in the future,
But now in the present time.
And I thought of my former thinking
Of the Judgment Day to be --
But sitting alone with my conscience
Was now judgment enough for me.

Then I wondered if there was a future
In the land beyond the grave,
But no one gave me an answer
And no one came to save.
Now I feel that that future is present,
And the present shall ne'er go by --
For it is but the thought of my past life
Grown into eternity.

Then I woke from my timely dreaming
The vision had passed away;
And I knew the old-time warning
Was a warning of yesterday.
And I pray that I may not forget it
In this land before the grave;
That I may not cry in the future,
And no one come to save.

And so I have learnt a lesson
Which I ought to have known before;
And which, though I learnt in dreaming,
I hope to forget no more.
So I sit alone with my conscience,
In the place where the years increase,
And I try to remember the future
In the land where time shall cease.

And I know of the future Judgment,
How dreadful soe'er it be,
That to sit alone with my conscience
Would be judgment enough for me!


The Last Day.

WHEN the Last Day comes, and the secrets of all hearts shall be revealed, how some will shudder, and wonder, and weep! Now, if a few hypocrites we knew may then appear black and ghastly through the rendings of their fair disguise, there will be others, alas! deceivers likewise; since when they walked with us we knew them but as ordinary people fulfilling their round of little pleasures and cares; liked and disliked, while we praised and blamed them as our fancy led. But knowing them at last truly, we shall in that Day learn, with marvel and with awe, that some of Heaven's chiefest Saints and Martyrs were not greater than they.


Of some people it is true to say that God created them to serve Him by failure; for they give Him glory by their acts of contrition and humiliation; while if they had succeeded, their pride would have made them displeasing to Him. -- FATHER DIGNUM, S.J.

Our Own.

We have careful thoughts for the stranger,
And smiles for the some-time guest;
But oft for our own, the bitter tone,
Though we love our own the best.
Ah! lips with curve impatient,
Ah! brow with that look of scorn,
    'Twere a cruel fate,
    Were the night too late,
To undo the work of the morn.
For though in the quiet evening
You may give the kiss of peace;
    Yet it might be,
    That never for me,
The pain of the heart should cease.
How many go forth in the morning
That never come home at night;
    And hearts have broken,
    For harsh words spoken,
That sorrow can never set right.


"Thorns give out perfume, and the Cross breathes forth sweetness." -- Curé of Ars.

A Precept.

Linger not till to-morrow
The wounded heart to heal,
Who knows what added sorrow
Thy waiting may reveal?

Give to thy needy brother
Wahte'er his record be,
"As ye unto each other,
So have ye done to Me."

Give freely of thy treasure,
And when thy days are old,
The scales of God will measure
Thy portion manifold.


"What we call trouble is only God's key that draws ourheart-strings truer, and brings them up sweet andeven to the heavenly pitch. Don't mind the strain, believe in the note every time His finger touches and sounds it."

The Regret!

When forced to part from those we love,
Though sure to meet to-morrow;
We still a kind of anguish prove,
And feel a pang of sorrow.

But ah! how bitter are the tears,
When from those friends we sever;
If doomed to part, for months, for years,
To part, alas! for EVER!!

Yet if our views are fixed aright,
A sacred hope is given;
Though here, our prospects close in night,
We'll MEET again in HEAVEN!

Then let us form those bonds above
Which time can ne'er dissever;
Since parting in the Saviour's love,
We part to MEET for EVER!!!

On Prayer.

PRAYER, in one form or another, is man's one work on earth. All the rest is, at best, only tolerated as distraction more or less unavoidable, more or less culpable. The faintest whisper of prayer can reach the Heart of Jesus, can make itself heard in the highest Heaven. The battle-cries of life, the applause of nations, the rush and roer of worlds cannot break the stillness round the throne of the Divine Eternity. Without prayer life is a horrible death-like silence. Prayer is the Benedicite of Creation. There are many things that surprise us about God. His Majesty overwhelms us, but His clemency surprises us. His great purity and hatred of sin fill us with awe, but His readiness to forgive our sins fills us with astonishment. But what, I think, fills us most with wonderment is God's love of prayer. We are His creatures. He could do very well without us, and yet He takes an immense pleasure in being asked, and is always more ready to hear than we to pray. But may not God on His part be well surprised at our little love of prayer. It surprises ourselves when we come to think of it; must it not surprise Him I say this in all reverence, that we are so little enamoured of the Divine art of praying? There is no power in the world so powerful as prayer. See what comes of a life of prayer. It is a life of conquest and of never-ceasing advance in holiness. Prayer changes the whole tenor of a man's life. It peoples his sky with God, with Jesus, with Angels, and with Saints. It throws him into a supernatural state. The prayerful man lives in a totally different atmosphere from the careless and ungodly. The prayerful man carries everything before him; the crooked is made straight; the hideous becomes beautiful and the bitter becomes sweet; his very trials and temptations and troubles all are turned into blessings by the magic wand of prayer.

If you do not pray nothing can save you. Watch then for your failings in the duty of prayer and continually rapair and correct them. It is a maxim of the spiritual life that one who is faithful in prayer is faithful in all things. Prudence and watchfulness in prayer will cure all disorders of the soul, will diminish one's daily faults, and finally conduct us to the vision of God and the joys of Heaven.

"Always Listening"

Take heed, O you who have prayed so long,
Through the dim unanswering years!
Take heart again, let your trust be strong,
And wait for the God Who hears!

Whose ear is ever against our lips;
Our thoughts to Him are like prayers;
No least request His Memory slips,
For He is the God Who cares!

And our sufferings speak to Him louder than all,
With a cry like mourning doves;
And He answers even before we call,
For He is the God Who loves!

He is always listening! thro' our dreams,
We sigh in His listening Ears!
Then doubt Him never! tho' deaf He seems,
But trust in the God Who hears.


Prayer to the Holy Face.

O JESUS, Thou Who comest from the land of Angels, my life and my salvation, Thou art all majestic in Thy beauty; but, alas! my soul, that work of Thy Hands which Thou lovest, is plunged in blindness and thick darkness. Deign, then, to be my healing and my light, O my Beloved. Wash out all the stains of my sinful eyes with the purifying tears Thy beauteous Eyes have shed; so that at my last hour I may clearly behold with the purged eyes of my soul Thy beloved Countenance, in the light of the most Holy Trinity. O my Well-Beloved, by the majestic innocence of Thine own life, by its holiness and purity, wash out all the defilements of my polluted life. Let my life be no more in me; draw it wholly up into Thee, so that, at the hour of my death I may be established in Thee, O my true Life. Thou art my one transcending Good, the one beloved Refuge of my soul. Oh, give me to languish with love of Thee, to die with longing to behold Thy Face, to praise Thee in transports of eternal gladness, and to consume away for evermore in the glowing fires of Thy Love. Amen. -- St. Gertrude.

To the Holy Face.

Ah, Lord! the thorns Thou wearest
Should pierce my guilty brow;
Beneath the Cross Thou bearest,
My sinful back should bow.
The cruel whips that tore Thee,
Mine, mine alone should be;
Yet Jesus! I implore Thee,
Turn not Thy Face from me.
When my last hour is knelling,
Forsake me not, I pray;
But shades of death dispelling,
Be Thou my light, my stay.
O Face! now gashed and gory!
What joy it is to me,
To hope one day in glory
Thy gracious smile to see. Amen.

O Word of Light! If in the time of Thy Passion I could have taken upon my breast Thy Face, so pale, so bloody, and so disfigured, I would have washed it with the tears of my heart. -- Blessed Henry Suso.

To the Holy Face.
"By My Divine Face you will work wonders."

Magnet of souls! O Holy Face!
Draw us to Thee by Thy sweet grace,
That all we think, and do, and say,
May be for Thee alone to-day;
And thro' Thy boundless power and grace,
Work wonders, O most Holy Face!

Thine be the glory! Thine the praise!
Now, and through never-ending days;
From earth below, and Heaven above,
O everlasting Light and Love!
While we, as dust motes of Thy grace,
Bide in Thy splendours, Holy Face.

"Only serve Jesus out of love, and while your eyes are yet unclosed, before the whiteness of death is yet upon your face, or those around you are sure that that gentle breathing is your last, what an unspeakable surprise will you have had at the Judgment Seat of your dearest love!" -- Fr. Faber.

Prayer to the Five Wounds.

Oh! Sacred Feet, all gashed and torn,
Bruised by the hammer's cruel blows,
Bathed in the life-blood dripping down
From anguished Heart in bitter throes;
I press You to my lips in tears,
With contrite sorrow, fervent sigh.
Dear precious Wounds, God's bleeding prayers,
Ah! plead for me when death draws nigh.

Oh! Mangled Hands, transfixed and wan,
In suppliance raised to Heaven above,
Pierced by the nails that torture wrung,
From breaking Heart of burning love;
I press you to my lips in tears,
With contrite sorrow, fervent sigh.
Dear precious Wounds, God's bleeding prayers,
Ah! plead for me when death draws nigh.

Oh! Sacred Refuge, tender Side,
Rent by the lance with cruel thrust,
There, where His Heart is, let me hide,
There, where His love is, let me trust.
I press Thee to my lips in tears,
With contrite sorrow, fervent sigh.
Most Holy Wound, allay my fears,
Receive my soul when death draws nigh. Amen.


Prayer to Devine Providence.
A. M. D. G.

O SWEET and tender Providence of my God! into Thy Hands I commend my spirit; to Thee I abandon my hopes and fears, my desires and repugnances, my temporal and eternal prospects. To Thee I commit the wants of my perishable body; to Thee I commit the more precious interests of my immortal soul, for whose lot I have nothing to apprehend whilst I withdraw it not from Thy Bosom. Though my faults are many, my misery great, my spiritual poverty extreme, my hope in Thee surpasses all; it is superior to my weakness, greater than my difficulties, stronger than death. Though temptations should assail me, I will hope in Thee; though I should sink beneath my weakness, I will still hope in Thee; though I should break my resolutions I will look to Thee confidently for grace to keep them at last. Though Thou shouldst kill me, even then will I trust in Thee; for Thou art my Father, my God, the support of my salvation. Thou art my kind, my tender, and indulgent Parent, and I am Thy loving child, who cast myself into Thy Arms, and beg Thy blessing; who put my trust in Thee, and so trusting shall not be confounded. Amen.
Laus Deo Semper.



A tone of pride or petulance repressed,
A selfish inclination firmly fought,
A shadow of annoyance set at nought,
A murmur of disquietude suppressed,
A peace in importunity possessed,
A reconcilement generously sought,
A purpose put aside -- a banished thought,
A word of self-explaining unexpressed,
Trifles they seem, these petty soul restraints,
Yet he who proves them such must needs possess
A constancy and courage grand and bold.
They are the trifles that have made the Saints,
Give me to practise them in humbleness,
And nobler power than mine doth no man hold.