o one, and in that one accomplishes all."

And his organizing faculty would busy itself in various schemes,
which, if they could not cure his weak body, could relax with a
fancied activity his tired soul. Thus in a letter he said:

"Why should we not form a league for the cause of our Lord, to whom
we owe all? Unreserved devotion to His cause with patience,
perseverance, humility, and sweetness, are weapons that no man or
woman or thing can withstand. Our Lord has promised that if we
believe in Him we shall do greater works than He did. Let us believe
in Him, and clothe ourselves through faith in Him with His virtues,
and who shall resist us?

"The first of all successes is Christ's triumph in our souls.
Everything that leads to this, humiliations, afflictions, calumnies,
contempt, mortifications, all work for us a glory exceeding the
imagination of man. To suffer for Christ's sake is the short-cut in
the way of becoming Christ-like."

The following anecdote of his missionary days shows Father Hecker's
contempt for lazy devotion. Once, when upon a mission, a young priest
just returned home from Rome, where he had made his studies,
expressed his desire to get back again to Italy as soon as possible,
saying, "I find no time here to pray." Father Hecker felt indignant,
for it did not seem to him that the young man was very much occupied.
"Don't be such a baby," said he. "Look around and see how much work
there is to be done here. Is it not better to make some return to
God--here in your own country--for what He has done for you, rather
than to be sucking your thumbs abroad? What kind of piety do you call
that?"

He took a personal interest in all the members of the community, and
this was greatly heightened if any one fell sick. We remember his
excitement when it was announced that one of the Fathers, who had
been sent to a hospital for a surgical operation, had grown worse and
was in danger of death. He began to pace his room, to question
sharply about doctors and nurses, and immediately ordered Masses to
be said and special prayers by the community; and this father he had
seen very little of and hardly knew from the others. "I cannot tell,"
he wrote to a friend at the time of Father Tillotson's illness, "I
dare not express, how much I love him, what he is to me." Always
tender-hearted, the nearer he came to the end and the more he
suffered the more gentle were his feelings towards all, the more
kindly grew his loo