XI.
Fac me plagis vulnerari, With those blows may I be smitten,
Cruce hac inebriari, In my heart that cross be written,
Ob amorem filii: For thy Son's dear love alway:
Inflammatus et accensus Glowing, burning with affection,
Per te, virgo, sim defensus Grant me, Virgin! thy protection,
In die judicii. In the dreaded judgment-day.
X. X.
Fac me cruce custodiri, May that cross its aid extend me,
Morte Christi praemuniri, May the death of Christ defend me,
Confoveri gratia: With its saving grace surround;
Quando corpus morietur, And when life's last link is riven,
Fac ut animae donetur To my soul be glory given,
Paradisi gloria. That in Paradise is found.
_St. Paul's College._ G. H. H.
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'_A Story of Sorrow and Crime_' is an affecting monitory sketch, devoid of
that mawkishness which is sometimes the characteristic of kindred
performances. The writer's reflections upon the career of his hero, remind
us of that beautiful passage in one of BLAIR'S essays: 'Life is short: the
poor pittance of seventy years is worth being a villain for. What matters
it if your neighbor lies in a splendid tomb? Sleep you with innocence!
Look behind you through the track of time; a vast desert lies open in the
retrospect; through this desert have your fathers journeyed on, until
wearied with years and sorrows, they sunk from the walks of men. You must
leave them where they fell, and you are to go a little farther, where you
will find eternal rest. Whatever you may have to encounter between the
cradle and the grave, every moment is big with innumerable events, which
come not in slow succession, but bursting forcibly from a revolving and
unknown cause, fly over this orb with diversified influence.' . . . 'F.
P.'s '_Western Adventures_' have good _points_ about them, but if
published entire, would we think disappoint himself perhaps as much as his
readers. Here is an anecdote, however, which is worth 'jotting down' in
types: 'I met not long after in New-York a man who had just been induced
to rent the very hotel in Kentucky which was the scene of the reverses I
have been describing. Aware that I had at one time kept the establishment,
he was anxious to know my opinion of its pecunia
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