. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. ave lies a shell filled with pearls of rarest lustre. It is the book inwhich God has sweetly written the simile of a faithful hearts lifeand recompense. He breathed the parable into the ear of somePersian poet who wrote it thus in his book of meditations: Theshell was not filled with pearls until it was contented. It picturesthe home of a tiny life whose vital spark is now extinguished. Ittells its years of continuous labor and of patient endurance, gather-ing grains of sand and intruding fragments, perhaps of rock or ofsome other shell, which caused it pain
. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. ave lies a shell filled with pearls of rarest lustre. It is the book inwhich God has sweetly written the simile of a faithful hearts lifeand recompense. He breathed the parable into the ear of somePersian poet who wrote it thus in his book of meditations: Theshell was not filled with pearls until it was contented. It picturesthe home of a tiny life whose vital spark is now extinguished. Ittells its years of continuous labor and of patient endurance, gather-ing grains of sand and intruding fragments, perhaps of rock or ofsome other shell, which caused it pain, and how it ceased not fromunrest, until of each it had formed a pearl of purest splendor. 0 happy the hearts that on lifes great ocean gather golden deeds,afflictions and sorrows! In a few short years when the work isaccomplished, what joy when God shall open the shell and findit filled with pearls; these alone are the earthly treasures that canpurchase immortality. Eliza Oviedo. Cottvent of the Holy Names, Sau Jra?/cisro, Cal. ^. Far^eWcII ho flfr^W aiQcl Welcome ho /^av Farewell ! wayward, laughing April, month of smiles andtears. We had grown to love you, when you ceased to be; and didyou not love us, too? Yes; for when May was ushered in in allthe dreamy newness of life, tears of regret, I ween, at leaving us,still lingered, sparkling like so many diamonds on the while we say, Vale, dear April, we would thank you for themany joys and pleasures you brought us; and, although othermonths may bring us like happiness, like joys, like pleasures, stillyours will ever smile with softer glow; around them ever shallcircle a halo of wondrous beauty, studded with rarest gems—thehalo, a sunny smile, the gems, sparkling tears. AVhat crown morebright ! what gems, what jewels more pi-ecious ? Will our hearts thus eulogize you, sweet May, when yourcourse is run ? Oh ! yes; for what heart that loves our BlessedMother, can fail to love her month ? What poet has not sung thepra
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