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th<strong>or</strong>n, prenllr, it must ho owned, to tlin disappointment<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
old lady, who had been ;;u interested \\itness <strong>of</strong> tl<br />
"<br />
My po<strong>or</strong> Agnese,"' taiil <strong>the</strong> old man, with a compassionate<br />
smile, " f<strong>or</strong> a moment I f<strong>or</strong>got your misf<strong>or</strong>tune, and beckoned<br />
"<br />
as though you could see me.<br />
" I knew that you would have w<strong>or</strong>k f<strong>or</strong> me this evening,"<br />
said <strong>the</strong> young girl, in a voice which fell like s<strong>of</strong>t music ou <strong>the</strong><br />
ear, it was so plaintive and so sweet, " and so I thought I would<br />
wait until you came to call me."<br />
"And <strong>the</strong>n f<strong>or</strong>got <strong>the</strong> old inan, in thought <strong>of</strong> Him to whose<br />
service <strong>the</strong> old man would call you," returned her companion<br />
with a smile.<br />
"Yes, Francesco."<br />
" I should like to know those thoughts, my child. Strange<br />
it is that one so young should find within herself <strong>the</strong> source <strong>of</strong><br />
such deep and "<br />
holy meditation.<br />
" Not so strange, Francesco ; remember I am blind."<br />
" You are right, my child <strong>the</strong> ; good Jesus never withholds<br />
a gift without replacing it by ano<strong>the</strong>r tenfold its value and<br />
;<br />
BO, perhaps, He has but blinded you to <strong>the</strong> g<strong>or</strong>e, but cow so beautiful and so sweet sweet with <strong>the</strong><br />
things <strong>of</strong> this<br />
'<br />
smell<br />
<strong>of</strong> Lebanon,' <strong>the</strong> o;l<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> His ointments. And <strong>the</strong>n at<br />
continued <strong>the</strong> old man, and his voice grew tremulous and<br />
'<br />
'full <strong>of</strong> tears,' it seems to me that He permits me to a yet.<br />
'<br />
closer union with Himself, that He even : says friend come<br />
up higher,' that He folds His arms around me, that He lays my<br />
head upon His c acred bosom, breathing <strong>of</strong> paradise, that He<br />
draws me even to <strong>the</strong> centre <strong>of</strong> His sacred heart, and in its<br />
holy stillness imparts to me those lessons <strong>of</strong> heavenly love and<br />
wisdom, which once by His living lips, He gave to His disciples.<br />
And what are those lessons, dear child, if <strong>the</strong>y are not<br />
contained in such w<strong>or</strong>ds as <strong>the</strong>se ?<br />
'<br />
Blessed are tlie po<strong>or</strong> in<br />
spirit; blessed are <strong>the</strong>y that mourn, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>y shall be comf<strong>or</strong>ted;<br />
blessed are <strong>the</strong> merciful, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>y shall find mercy.'<br />
' Or again Learn <strong>of</strong> Me, f<strong>or</strong> I am meek and humble <strong>of</strong> heart,<br />
and you shall fiud peace in your souls. My yoke is sweety<br />
and my burden light.' And I listen, dear Aguese, until my<br />
very heart and soul seem steeped in <strong>the</strong> sweetness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se<br />
w<strong>or</strong>ds as in <strong>the</strong> dew <strong>of</strong> heaven; and <strong>the</strong>n I say, not indeed by<br />
lips, but by <strong>the</strong> internal language <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> '<br />
:-pirit: Speak, "L<strong>or</strong>d,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> Thy servant heareth; Thou ha-t Ihe w<strong>or</strong>ds <strong>of</strong> eternal life;<br />
say to my soul, I am "<br />
thy salvation.'<br />
" That is very beautiful, and <strong>of</strong> great devotion," said Agnese,<br />
and f<strong>or</strong> an instant <strong>the</strong>re was something <strong>of</strong> sadness in her<br />
sweet, low voice; "but <strong>the</strong>n, you know, I cannot think <strong>or</strong> feel<br />
that way, because I cannot see; <strong>the</strong>ref<strong>or</strong>e, I cannot image to<br />
earth, in <strong>or</strong>der to give you a facility f<strong>or</strong> discerning <strong>the</strong> gl<strong>or</strong>ies<br />
<strong>of</strong> His invisible kingdom, in a manner not <strong>of</strong>ten granted to<br />
His po<strong>or</strong> creatures while yet in <strong>the</strong> body."<br />
" How do you see Jesus, Francesco ?" said Agnese, abruptly.<br />
" I know that, God and man, He is on our altars, but <strong>the</strong>n I<br />
know not well what an altar is like, and I have never seen a<br />
man."<br />
" When I kneel bef<strong>or</strong>e <strong>the</strong> altar," said <strong>the</strong> old man, in <strong>the</strong><br />
tone and manner <strong>of</strong> one describing what he sees, and what he<br />
is seeing at that moment, "I first say to myself , Jesus is in<br />
holy calm, a silence inexpressible around it are spirits bowed,<br />
cherubim and seraphim, in reverent ad<strong>or</strong>ation. <strong>The</strong>re have<br />
<strong>the</strong> weary <strong>of</strong> earth found rest at last, and<br />
<strong>the</strong> saints <strong>the</strong>ir exceeding great reward, aud<br />
tenderness, He is speaking to my soul, and fixing on me those<br />
eyes which once were fixed in dying sweetness on His Mo<strong>the</strong>r;<br />
and so, in awful and yet most calm affection, I kneel bef<strong>or</strong>e<br />
Him, and press to my lips that robe which once imparted <strong>of</strong><br />
His virtue to <strong>the</strong> sick woman <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Gospel; aud kiss those<br />
feet which were not refused to <strong>the</strong> embraces <strong>of</strong> Magdalen; and<br />
inhale <strong>the</strong> fragrance <strong>of</strong> those wounds, once terrible in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
myself what Christ is like in His gl<strong>or</strong>ified humanity."<br />
" <strong>The</strong>n tell me, Agnese, what it is that draws you<br />
to His<br />
altar? '<br />
"<br />
I can hardly tell you, it is so much easier to feel than to<br />
describe. I am drawn to Jesus, I know not how *>nibraeed<br />
<strong>the</strong> tabernacle, I know He is <strong>the</strong>re ; I believe it as if my very<br />
eyes beheld Him. He is here in His divinity in His humanity<br />
He is <strong>the</strong>re. Methinks, <strong>the</strong>ref<strong>or</strong>e, that I look upon Him<br />
in <strong>the</strong> human f<strong>or</strong>m which H,e took from Mary, but which is<br />
now all light and radiance radiant in its own gl<strong>or</strong>ified nature<br />
- but yet m<strong>or</strong>e radiant in <strong>the</strong> gl<strong>or</strong>y <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> divinity, by which<br />
it is imbued, and penetrated, and filled to overflowing. I behold<br />
Him a God, and yet a man a man, and still a God and<br />
;<br />
if <strong>the</strong> awed majesty <strong>of</strong> His heavenly Fa<strong>the</strong>r be throned upon<br />
His brow, yet is it mingled with that sweet and by Him,<br />
gentle look,<br />
which made Him on earth so like His Mo<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
I cannot tell you in what manner. It is as if a spirit<br />
<strong>of</strong> awe, and power, and majesty, and greatness, was over-<br />
<strong>the</strong>y sing His praises and ever and ; always <strong>the</strong>y cast <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
crowns bef<strong>or</strong>e Him, and send up incense from <strong>the</strong>ir golden<br />
h<strong>or</strong>ns, and scatter <strong>the</strong> flowers <strong>of</strong> Paradise at His feet and ; so<br />
shadowing <strong>the</strong> sanctuary, awing and hushing every creature<br />
into silence; around that holy spot do angels and saints keep<br />
sleepless watch, and <strong>the</strong> Mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> God is ever <strong>the</strong>re. I do<br />
not see <strong>the</strong>m, but I feel <strong>the</strong>m at my side ; sometimes in<br />
silence <strong>the</strong>y ad<strong>or</strong>e; sometimes in strains <strong>of</strong> sweetest music<br />
" Go on, dear Francesco," said Agnese. sitting down at his<br />
feet, and covering her face with her hands "<br />
; go on I love<br />
;<br />
to hear you,"<br />
" Yet doth- He wear <strong>the</strong> garment <strong>of</strong> His shame, but now<br />
woven <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> light which <strong>the</strong> Lamb sheds over His loved in<br />
lieaven, flows it in robes <strong>of</strong> brightness to His feet. Yet doth<br />
He bear <strong>the</strong> crown with which our sins have diademed<br />
His brow, but now <strong>the</strong> lustre <strong>of</strong> millions <strong>of</strong> millions <strong>of</strong> diamonds<br />
seems concentrated in every th<strong>or</strong>n. Yet doth He show<br />
those wounda which, in Hia it seems to me,<br />
hands, and feet, arid side, He refused<br />
not f<strong>or</strong> our love but f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> blood once ; shed <strong>the</strong>refrom,<br />
streams <strong>of</strong> gl<strong>or</strong>y and <strong>of</strong> sweetness are pouring from <strong>the</strong>m now.<br />
And beneath this gl<strong>or</strong>ious veil <strong>of</strong> His humanity methiuks I<br />
discern <strong>the</strong> light inaccessible