has had its enemies, who watch its every action to try to find it in error and contradiction, and for 1900 years it has written its history before the world and has asked for investigation to see if it has ever been in error or untruth. The page of history has yet to be written which records that the Church of Christ has failed in its mission of truth.

It is a miracle of history that the Church of Christ has stood not in one land or in one clime, but throughout the whole world, adapting itself to the various conditions, to the various standards, the various contradictory notions of people, and that throughout it all has been without a stain of error in its teaching body. It is a miracle of history. We cannot ex. plain it along human lines, but we know that the reason is, as given countless times in Scripture, the power of God in the Church.

The majesty of truth in the Catholic Church is something wonderful to contemplate, and we should thank God that he has called us to His true Church, against which the gates of hell shall never prevail.

FOR MOTHER

The tall, awkward boy, just in from his work at the shop, carefully unrolled the big bundle he carried and disclosed a blooming plant. As his toil-roughened hands busied themselves with folding up the paper and string, a woman in the kitchen-one who felt that her slight relationship and neighborly services gave her a right to free speech-looked at the flower and remarked:

"It's pretty; but there are plenty of things needed a sight more than flcwers in the house."

"It's for mother," answered the boy with a brusqueness intended to conceal any deeper feeling. "She had a whole lifetime of doing without things she liked because something else was needed worse. She's going to have flowers now if I can get them.”

It would not be for long; they both knew that, and the invalid, in her plain little room, caressed with loving fingers and eager eyes the treasures that were brought to her. She was too weak to question now with voice or brain how such things were procured; she only watched for and enjoyed them, and the boy saw to itat what cost of self-sacrifice and over. work he only knew-that the supply did not fail; but the well-meaning woman in the kitchen shook her head over each arrival, and murmured to herself, if to no one else, that it was "a shame to spend money for just flowers with so many things worse. needed about the house."

Love's lavish offerings have often a reason and meaning not fathomed by those who coldly compute the pence they cost. The flowers in the sickroom were pleasure and comfort to the dying mother, but who shall estimate what threads of fineness and nobility their purchase wove into the character of the boy?

WHY SOME YOUNG MEN DON'T GET ON

Dozens of young men are idle today. Many of them are idle because they can't find work of any kind. More are idle because they can't find work that suits them.

The trouble is that there are too many men of the latter kind. They have certain pride that demands a certain kind of work; but idleness ought, to a right kind of pride, be even more galling than employment, even if it be beneath them.

Any honest labor, even though the pay is poor and even though they be fitted for higher pursuits, is preferable to idleness. A young man cannot hope to get on in the world if, between the ages of twenty to thirty-five he spends about a fourth of his time throwing up one job while waiting for another. Steadiness, industry and perseverance are requisite for the attainment of success.

"PAPA, WHAT WOULD YOU TAKE FOR ME?"

She was ready to sleep as she lay on my

arm,

In her little frilled cap so fine,

With her golden hair falling out at the edge,

Like a circle of noon sunshine. And I hummed the old tune of "Banbury Cross,"

And "Three Men Who Put Out to Sea,"

When she sleepily said, as she closed her eyes,

"Papa, what would you take for me?"

And I answered, "A dollar, dear little heart,"

And she slept, baby weary with play, But I held her warm in my love-strong

Don't quibble, don't equivocate, don't trifle with the truth in any way. Tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth; and when you may not tell the truth, have the courage to hold your tongue and say nothing.

are

"Second, be honest. There plenty of thieves besides the few that are in the penitentiary. Be scrupulously honest. Don't take pins or postage stamps, or sheets of paper, or matches, or any other articles of small value, from your acquaintances, without their knowledge and consent. Pay your debts. Don't keep your creditors waiting for their money. Don't take commissions or ask repayment for expenses that you never made. Thou shalt not steal from the rich, or from your employer, or from the city, or from the State, or from the national government. Take no unjust advantage of any man—of his

With their people and stores of art,

I would not take for one low, soft throb
Of my little one's loving heart;
Nor all the gold that was ever found
In the busy wealth-finding past
Would stake for one smile of my dar-
ling's face,

Did I know it must be the last.

of his distress. Be honest.

"Third, be chaste. An impure man, given up to vile thoughts, to obscene speech, and to foul actions, is a moral leper. Avoid him. He is fit company only for devils. devils. Keep your mind clean, your memory full of good thoughts of the past and keep your imagination busy with what may see the light. If you are not married, take the means to be continent. Avoid the occasions of sin. Don't drink intoxicating liquors. Stay away from the vicious. Respect all good women and have nothing to say to the other kind. Don't listen to dirty stories. Turn away your eyes from what is indecent. But don't be needlessly scrupulous. or foolish, or mock modest. God made us. His work is good. Take things as they are, as a matter of course, living in His sight and in the fear of Him, as becomes a Christian. Be chaste, in accordance with your state of life.

Have a

"Fourth, be industrious. calling, some work at which you are expert. The loafer, the drone, the lazy rogue who 'soldiers' on his job, is a poor specimen of a man. Wheth

has had its enemies, who watch its. every action to try to find it in error and contradiction, and for 1900 years it has written its history before the world and has asked for investigation to see if it has ever been in error or untruth. The page of history has yet to be written which records that the Church of Christ has failed in its mission of truth.

It is a miracle of history that the Church of Christ has stood not in one land or in one clime, but throughout the whole world, adapting itself to the various conditions, to the various standards, the various contradictory notions of people, and that throughout it all has been without a stain of error in its teaching body. It is a miracle of history. We cannot ex. plain it along human lines, but we know that the reason is, as given countless times in Scripture, the power of God in the Church.

The majesty of truth in the Catholic Church is something wonderful to contemplate, and we should thank God that he has called us to His true Church, against which the gates of hell shall never prevail.

FOR MOTHER

The tall, awkward boy, just in from his work at the shop, carefully unrolled the big bundle he carried and disclosed a blooming plant. As his toil-roughened hands busied themselves with folding up the paper and string, a woman in the kitchen-one who felt that her slight relationship and neighborly services gave her a right to free speech-looked at the flower and remarked:

"It's pretty; but there are plenty of things needed a sight more than flcwers in the house."

"It's for mother," answered the boy with a brusqueness intended to conceal any deeper feeling. "She had a whole. lifetime of doing without things she liked because something else was needed worse. She's going to have flowers now if I can get them."

It would not be for long; they both knew that, and the invalid, in her plain little room, caressed with loving fingers and eager eyes the treasures that were brought to her. She was too weak to question now with voice or brain how such things were procured; she only watched for and enjoyed them, and the boy saw to itat what cost of self-sacrifice and over. work he only knew-that the supply did not fail; but the well-meaning woman in the kitchen shook her head over each arrival, and murmured to herself, if to no one else, that it was "a shame to spend money for just flowers with so many things worse needed about the house."

Love's lavish offerings have often a reason and meaning not fathomed by those who coldly compute the pence they cost. The flowers in the sickroom were pleasure and comfort to the dying mother, but who shall estimate what threads of fineness and nobility their purchase wove into the character of the boy?

WHY SOME YOUNG MEN DON'T GET ON

Dozens of young men are idle today. Many of them are idle because they can't find work of any kind. More are idle because they can't find work that suits them.

The trouble is that there are too many men of the latter kind. They have certain pride that demands a certain kind of work; but idleness ought, to a right kind of pride, be even more galling than employment, even if it be beneath them.

Any honest labor, even though the pay is poor and even though they be fitted for higher pursuits, is preferable to idleness. A young man cannot hope to get on in the world if, between the ages of twenty to thirty-five he spends about a fourth of his time throwing up one job while waiting for another. Steadiness, industry and perseverance are requisite for the attainment of success.

And I answered, "A dollar, dear little heart,"

And she slept, baby weary with play, But I held her warm in my love-strong arms,

And I rocked her and rocked away. Oh, the dollar meant all the world to me, The land and the sea and the sky, The lowest depths of the lowest place, The highest of all that's high.

And the cities, with streets and palaces, And the cities, with streets and palaces,

With their people and stores of art, I would not take for one low, soft throb Of my little one's loving heart; Nor all the gold that was ever found In the busy wealth-finding past Would stake for one smile of my darling's face,

Did I know it must be the last.

Don't quibble, don't equivocate, don't trifle with the truth in any way. Tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth; and when you may not tell the truth, have the courage to hold your tongue and say nothing.

"Second, be honest. There are plenty of thieves besides the few that are in the penitentiary. Be scrupulously honest. Don't take pins or postage stamps, or sheets of paper, or matches, or any other articles of small value, from your acquaintances, without their knowledge and consent. Pay your debts. Don't keep your creditors waiting for their money. Don't take commissions or ask repayment for expenses that you never made. Thou shalt not steal from the rich, or from your employer, or from the city, or from the State, or from the national government. Take no unjust advantage of any man—of his ignorance of values, or of his need, or

of his distress. Be honest.

"Third, be chaste. An impure man, given up to vile thoughts, to obscene speech, and to foul actions, is a moral leper. Avoid him. He is fit company only for devils. Keep your mind clean, your memory full of good thoughts of the past and keep your imagination busy with what may see the light. If you are not married, take the means to be continent. Avoid the occasions of sin. Don't drink intoxicating liquors. Stay away from the vicious. Respect all good women and have nothing to say to the other kind. Don't listen to dirty stories. Turn away your eyes from what is indecent. But don't be needlessly scrupulous, or foolish, or mock modest. God made us. His work is good. Take things as they are, as a matter of course, living in His sight and in the fear of Him, as becomes a Christian. Be chaste, in accordance with your state of life.

Have a

"Fourth, be industrious. calling, some work at which you are expert. The loafer, the drone, the lazy rogue who 'soldiers' on his job, is a poor specimen of a man. Wheth

er you work at a trade or a profession, in a shop or a store, as mill-hand or clerk, give good service, earn your wages, and strive to advance. Have a proper ambition to excel-to plow the straightest furrow, to raise the biggest crop, to sell the most goods, to turn out the finest work, to get to the front. Congenial employment is half the happiness of life. Find the right pursuit and follow it to the end.

"Fifth, have courage. Don't be a cur. Don't squeal. Don't flinch. Have stamina. Be able to bear some pain with fortitude. Don't show the white feather at the first touch of trouble. Don't grumble and growl, or envy your neighbor, or covet his goods. Face your fortune bravely. Cultivate strength of will. It takes 'sand' to become a saint. It requires 'grit' to observe the fast of Lent. It calls for a lion's heart to be a first class gentleman on all occasions.

"Sixth, be cheerful. Fretful people are a nuisance. Moody persons are an affliction to all who have to come in contact with them. Keep your troubles to yourself. Everybody has his cross. Yours is probably less than your neighbor's. Look at the bright side. Be pleasant.

"Seventh, be generous. Don't give away all you have to the first one who asks you for a loan, but fight against selfishness. Stint yourself, but be liberal with those for whom you are mainly responsible. Be generous of kindness of nice words, of thoughtful actions, of little remembrances.

"Eighth, be friendly. The cold, stiff, silent, exacting man excites illwill. Take pains to cultivate friendships. Call on people you like, watch for opportunities to do them favors, take care to win their affection. Love is the wine of life. Love is the best thing in the world. The magnetic man, who draws to himself the hearts of the people among whom he lives, has a gift of nature worth more than all the ore in the mines.

"Ninth, have reverence.

Cultivate

the sense of religion, the fear of God, love of the Church, respect for authority. Prize the mysteries of faith. The materialist, the man who lives only for this life, the man who is absorbed in business, the man who is given up to sensual pleasures, is a poor beast. He is of the earth, earthly. But the man who believes in the supernatural, in the angelic, in the divine, in the eternal, and who lives up to that belief, trying to behave so as to be received into the kingdom of God, he is a true nobleman, he is a man of fine character, he is on the way to become a citizen of Heaven.

"This is enough. If a young man adopts these nine suggestions, he'll have a good start towards the development in himself of a noble character."

FATHER VAUGHAN'S ADVICE TO

HUSBANDS AND WIVES

Let the man in love beware. To be madly in love may mean not to be in love at all. It savors of passion, and there is no more cruel and cowardly traitor than passion. Let a man send it to the rear of all his affections. It is the privilege of a woman to act with impulse and feeling-a man's duty is to ignore feeling for reason.

When a man tells you he is in ecstatic love, he is not far from hysterics.

Man and woman are not in anything alike. Man, I do not say, is superior; nor do I say that woman is superior. But I say man is the mind and woman is the heart. He rules by reason, she by the sweetness of her love. He is aggressive, she is defensive. He goes forth as the breadwinner to help on the home; she keeps the fires of love burning, that all may be sweet and free from harm.

To the husband I would say, be dear and kind and thoughtful to your wife. Bear with her. wife. Bear with her. Never attempt to check the flowing tide of her talk. Let her talk on while you may listen, possessing your soul in peace! Re