n."

The lady looked for an instant on the child's countenance. He opened his
eyes upon her, smiled, and expired. From that look came the light of
faith--she hastened to be a Christian.

The venerable Dionysius could hardly see for weeping, as he removed the
child's hands, and took from his bosom, unviolated, the Holy of Holies;
and he thought he looked more like an angel now, sleeping the martyr's
slumber, than he did when living scarcely an hour before. Quadratus
himself bore him to the cemetery of Callistus, where he was buried
amidst the admiration of older believers; and later a holy Pope composed
for him an epitaph, which no one can read without concluding that the
belief in the real presence of Our Lord's Body in the Blessed Eucharist
was the same then as now:

"Christ's secret gifts, by good Tarcisius borne,
The mob profanely bade him to display;
He rather gave his own limbs to be torn,
Than Christ's Body to mad dogs betray."

_Cardinal Wiseman._

From "Fabiola; or, The Church of the Catacombs."

ADDLE, to become rotten, as eggs.

TUNIC, a loose garment, reaching to the knees, and confined at the
waist by a girdle.

SUPERNATURAL, = prefix _super_, meaning _above_ or _beyond,_ +
_natural_.

-ION, a suffix denoting _act, state, condition of_. Define
_emotion, objection, dejection, conversion, submission, construction,
admiration, persecution, observation, revolution, deliberation._

Write a letter to a friend who has sent you a copy of "Fabiola." Tell
him how much you like the book, what you have read in it, and thank him
for sending it.

Make a list of the characters in the story of Tarcisius, and tell what
you like or dislike in each.

Memory Gems:

The boy, with proud, yet tear-dimmed eyes,
Kept murmuring under breath:
"Before temptation--sacrifice!
Before dishonor--death!"

_Margaret J. Preston._

Dare to do right! Dare to be true!
Other men's failures can never save you;
Stand by your conscience, your honor, your faith;
Stand like a hero, and battle till death.

_George L. Taylor._

Heroes of old! I humbly lay
The laurel on your graves again;
Whatever men have done, men may--
The deeds you wrought are not in vain.

_Austin Dobson._

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