Tales from the diary of a sister of mercy, Zväzok 145 |
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Strana 225 - O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee...
Strana 231 - For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake and the gospel's will save it. For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul?
Strana 220 - He was handsome, and wealthy, and talented ; the position he held in society was high. As his wife I should reign a queen of rank and fashion. But oh, the world beyond ! my broken faith, my betrayed Master ! Forward I dare not look ; dark and dreary was the future. ' He who is ashamed of me before men, him also will I deny before my Father in heaven.
Strana 214 - I could face fever, pestilence, death, and famine, and my heart would never, for a moment, shrink; but for the apostate, for the one who had sold her faith for earthly dross, for one who had bartered eternity for time, I confess I felt a shuddering kind of horror. Quickly I repented this. " I will go instantly,
Strana 218 - What sneers, what taunting words flew round, and my lips were smiling too ; but in my heart there was a dagger planted. I contrasted that brave, noble man, surrendering his all for the love of Christ, choosing poverty and contempt, leaving affluence and renown, with my miserable self. Still I had not forsaken my religion, I was only ashamed of it, and did not care openly to profess it.
Strana 23 - Aye, look, for the sin that branded her is marked upon your brow.'" The speaker, "a tall, stately lady," turns out to be the true Lady Montford, separated from her husband ! The next story, ''The Cross and the Crown," is built, as ship-builders would say, on the same lines with Longfellow's Ei'angtlinc.
Strana 225 - and sit here on this old tree ; and let us make the rest of the wreaths.' " ' No, you cannot/ said another, a little older than the rest, ' there is a lady there ; ' and they moved away. " ' No, come here, children, and tell me why you are making these pretty wreaths ? ' " ' It is the Assumption to-day, and to-night we shall have a procession.
Strana 226 - Can you sing me something else ? ' "'Yes, lady;' and the child began 'Faith of our Fathers.' " My head and heart sank lower and lower. I forgot the bright sunshine and the fair flowers. I thought only of the precious faith I had sold, renounced, and lost. It was beautiful, that hymn.
Strana 227 - Some months after, my little Walter was born, and though he is now three years old, I have never recovered my health, and never shall. I could not get well. I used to hold the little babe in my arms, and think how already I had sold the most precious gift I could give him.
Strana 221 - first stirred my heart ; then came one of those sweet old litanies that I had been accustomed to hear. How my heart ached then ; how fast and bitter were my tears, and as chant after chant rose with its sweet melody, and seemed to linger as though the words were too endearing and the music too beautiful to die away. ' Refugium peccatorum,' and after that I heard no more.