. Canadian Catholic Readers. Third Reader. Theres not a star whose twinkling light Illumes the spreading eaith ;Theres not a cloud so dark or biight. But wisdom gave it birth. Theres not a place on earths vast round, In ocean deep or air,Where love and beauty are not found. For God is everywhere. LXIII.—THE LAMP OF THE SANCTUARY. High up in the Pyrenees mountains, not far from theSpanish border, on a hill called Mount Marj^ stood alittle chapel, the exterior of which was as plain as theinterior was ricli. Massive silver candlesticks orna-mented the altar, and the walls were covered with votive
. Canadian Catholic Readers. Third Reader. Theres not a star whose twinkling light Illumes the spreading eaith ;Theres not a cloud so dark or biight. But wisdom gave it birth. Theres not a place on earths vast round, In ocean deep or air,Where love and beauty are not found. For God is everywhere. LXIII.—THE LAMP OF THE SANCTUARY. High up in the Pyrenees mountains, not far from theSpanish border, on a hill called Mount Marj^ stood alittle chapel, the exterior of which was as plain as theinterior was ricli. Massive silver candlesticks orna-mented the altar, and the walls were covered with votivetablets, the gifts of pious souls, Over the altar, on which was a handsome tabernacle,stood a beautiful white marble statue of the Blessed 152 Third Reader. Virgin, bearing in her arms her Divine Son, and in thesanctuary hung a richly-chased silver lamp, the lightfrom which shone through a window, far down thenarrow mountain-path. By the piety of the people, an abundance of the purestolive oil was supplied, and the lamp was kept burning. day and night. This was important, as it was a sureguide to the traveller at night. The path which led tothe main road ran for some distance along the side of aprecipice. The direction given to the traveller was, Goboldly forward as long as the light of the chapel isvisible, but as soon as it disappears, turn sharp to theright and fearlessly descend. Beside the chapel was a little cottage wherein lived The Lamp of the Sanctuary. 153 the hermit-priest who ministered to the spiritual wantsof the neighboring village, which was inhabited chieflyby woodmen who worked in the forests. Among the villagers, none was so distinguished forpiety and industry as the wood-cutter Peter and hiswife Annette. And yet this good couple had a terriblegrief tugging at their hearts. Their only child, Mary, asweet little girl not yet three years old, had suddenlybecome pale and weak, and was every day growingthinner. Such simple medicines as could be had in the villa
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