""Well," said our superior, as we re-entered the coach, "we must all offer a Ma.s.s in thanksgiving to-morrow;" to which we all heartily a.s.sented, and found subject for conversation the rest of the way in recalling the particulars of our wondrous escape.
"Holy obedience afterwards stationed me," continued the Reverend Father, "at the Gesu. About two years later, I was called upon to instruct a prisoner condemned to capital punishment. "He appears to have been a desperate man," said the jailer, as he drew aside the enormous bolts of iron that held fast the door of a corridor leading to a dismal dungeon; "now, however, he is a little subdued; he even seems contrite at times, and I hope he will die penitent."
"I visited the prisoner several times; he was always glad to see me, but it cost him a great effort to open his heart, and make a full confession. His birth and parentage, and advantages for a liberal education, should have brought him to a widely-different destiny. He had loved adventure naturally, but had taken a wrong direction. He might have become a famous military man, whereas he was only a rough, desperate highwayman. To win him to G.o.d, I began to listen to narratives of his wild brigand exploits. I affected to be interested in these daring adventures, and then succeeded in pointing out to him the sin that abounded in each and every act. One day, as he was speaking of the latest years of his life, I was greatly surprised to hear him recount the identical incident with which I began my story. He described to me in the most graphic terms the wonderful manner in which his hands and those of his comrades had been held by an invisible, irresistible power, saying that they had returned to their mountain haunts perfectly dismayed; that some of them appeared to have a vague and conscientious alarm, though revelry and song soon banished such misgivings. He told me that they knew the carriage was full of Jesuit priests, and that they had been promised a great pecuniary reward by a prominent member of the Freemason Society if they should succeed in seizing our luggage.
"I then made known to my penitent my share in that providential escape; he at once fell on his knees, wept long and bitterly, and finally asked my forgiveness. I prepared him for his dreadful end, and believe he died at peace with G.o.d, so great is the mercy of Jesus to the contrite soul, "even though his sins be as scarlet." I asked his permission to narrate the particulars of his portion of the story, and he gladly gave it, hoping to merit something for his sin-burdened soul by that act of humility."
We were all much impressed by the Reverend Father"s narrative, and as we bade one another good-night, the doctor remarked that a kind deed performed for others was sure to merit a blessing in return, even though it were so small a favor as that gained by his favorite practice of saying the _De Profundis_.
"Yes," said Father G----, "charity never fails."--_Ave Maria_, Nov. 24th, 1883.
CONFIDENCE REWARDED.
The following fact took place in Montreal, Canada, some three or four years since. We shall leave the zealous member of our a.s.sociation who related it to us to tell his own story:
"One morning," said he, "coming back from Ma.s.s, I saw Mr. C----, who was also coming out of the church. He was a worthy man, fearing G.o.d and fulfilling his duties faithfully and conscientiously. I said to myself: "There is a man who deserves to belong to our a.s.sociation." For is it not always a favor when G.o.d deems us worthy to do something for Him?
"I approached and asked him if he would not like to become a member of our a.s.sociation. "What a.s.sociation?" "The a.s.sociation of the Way of the Cross and Ma.s.ses. It is to relieve the dead by prayer and alms, two powerful means." "Ah! I knew nothing of it. What has to be done?" "It suffices to make the Way of the Cross once a week and pay for a Ma.s.s once a month." "I love the souls in Purgatory," he said, "and I do all I can to relieve them. But, you see, things are not going well with me just now. I have been a long time sick, and am hardly able yet to discharge my ordinary duties."
"At these words I cast my eyes on the speaker, and saw what I had not before noticed, that he looked pale and worn. He went on: "As for paying anything, it would be impossible for me to do it; I have contracted debts, and if my ill health should continue," he added, in a faltering voice, "I shall be obliged to sell my little house." Then he stopped, his heart evidently full, and tears in his eyes. "But Providence watches over you, and nothing happens without G.o.d"s good leave. If a single hair of our head cannot fall unless He will it, what have you to fear? Do something for G.o.d whilst you can. If you are liberal to Him, He will be more so towards you. Do you remember the promise Our Lord made to St. Gertrude? "I will give an hundred-fold,"
said He, "for all thou shalt do for my beloved ones in Purgatory." This promise was not for St. Gertrude alone; it was likewise for you. For one dollar that you give, you will gain ten; and if you are resolved to help the poor souls all you can, they will get you health to do it."
"Ah! what you say touches me much, and truly I know not what to do."
After a moment"s hesitation, he quickly resumed: "Well, sir, although I am actually in distress, I am going to try; it may be the best means of getting out of it." "Yes, try; we run no risk when we make the Holy Souls our debtors."
"At these words, he drew from his pocket a small purse which contained only half a dollar. "There is all my wealth, and I am happy to share it with you," and he gave me the stipend for a Ma.s.s. "I will perhaps put myself to some inconvenience in giving you that sum, trifling though it be; but, blessed be G.o.d! I will bear with the inconvenience, thinking that those who suffer much more than I will obtain some relief in their cruel torments. I will also pray for them, and that they may obtain for me the resignation which is so pleasing to G.o.d."
"When I saw the n.o.ble sentiments of this man, I shook him by the hand, warmly thanked him, and reminded him that G.o.d was always touched by such acts, and that He knew how to reward them.
"From that moment, strange to say, that frail, delicate man began to recover his strength, work came back to his shop, and everything grew brighter around him. And, as an additional reward from Heaven, he was animated by a new zeal for the Holy Souls, for he not only paid his own little contribution regularly, but he also collected the money for as many Ma.s.ses as he could on one side and another.
"Six or seven months thus pa.s.sed away amid ever increasing prosperity, when one day he said to me in presence of several persons: "Last autumn, before I gave my name to the a.s.sociation for the Souls in Purgatory, I was so sick and so discouraged that I thought I should die; but when I had paid for my first Ma.s.s, from that moment, as all may see, my health began to return, and with it my courage. To-day, as you see, I am perfectly well. Moreover, I have found means to pay off one hundred and fifty dollars of debt, and to have fifty dollars" worth of repairs made to my little house. How has all that been done? I know not: for you will admit that, by a poor shoemaker such as I, who works at his bench and without even an apprentice, after such a hard winter, and without any advance before me, to find means, despite all that, to provide for the support of his family and pay two hundred dollars over and above, is something extraordinary.
""But I know well to whom I owe it all; hence," he added, with a smile, "that has given me new zeal. Now, I work not only for myself; every evening I go out collecting for our good Souls in Purgatory, and, blessed be G.o.d! I have got one hundred and fifty dollars for the a.s.sociation of Ma.s.ses. Have I not, sir?" he added, addressing the treasurer, who was present.
""Yes, you have, indeed, collected one hundred and fifty dollars, perhaps something more, by twenty-five cents here and twenty-five cents there, with a perseverance and a zeal beyond all praise, and well deserving of the favors you have received."
""Ah!" said this worthy man, so admirable in his simplicity and the fervor of his conviction, "it is that I still desire something; I now expect that they will make me better," and he sighed.
"Thus was this good man rewarded for his confidence in the Souls in Purgatory, and such was his grat.i.tude to them."--_Almanac of the Souls in Purgatory, 1877_.
ANECDOTE OF THE "DE PROFUNDIS."
I once heard an anecdote of a good priest who was in the habit of saying the De Profundis every day for the Souls in Purgatory, but, happening one day to omit it, either through inadvertence or press of occupation, he was pa.s.sing through a cemetery about the close of day, when he suddenly heard, through the hushed silence of the lonely place and the solemn evening"s hour, a mournful voice repeating the first words of the beautiful psalm--_De Profundis clamavit Domini_--then it stopped, but the priest, as soon as he had recovered from the first shock, and remembering with bitter self-reproach his omission, took up the words where the supernatural voice had left off, and finished the recitation of the _De Profundis_, resolving, as he did so, that, for the time to come, nothing should prevent him from reciting it every day, and more than once in the day, for the benefit of the dear suffering Souls.
A STRANGE OCCURRENCE IN A PERSIAN PRISON.
There is a very strange story concerning Purgatory related by St. John the Almoner, Patriarch of Alexandria, in the end of the sixth and the beginning of the seventh century. A little before a great mortality which took place in that city, several inhabitants of the Island of Cyprus were carried off to Persia and cast into a prison so severe that it was called the _Oblivion_. Some of them, however, succeeded in making their escape and returned to their own country. A father and mother, whose son had been carried off with the others, asked them for tidings of their son. "Alas!" said they, "your son died on such a day; we ourselves had the sad consolation of giving him burial." The poor parents hastened then to have a solemn service performed for the repose of his soul; this they had done three times every year, continuing in prayer for the same intention. But, marvellous to relate! one day this son, so much regretted, so fondly remembered, came knocking at their door and threw himself into their arms. He had been supposed dead for four years, yet was really alive, he whom the other prisoners had buried having had a great resemblance to him, that is all. "How! is it really thou, dear son? Oh! how we mourned for thee! Three times every year we had a solemn service for thee." "On what days?" eagerly demanded the son. "On the holy days of Christmas, Easter, and Pentecost." "Precisely!" he exclaimed; "on those very days I saw, each time, an officer radiant with light, who came to me and taking off my chains, opened the doors of my prison. I went forth into the city, walked wherever I wished, without any one appearing to notice me; only, in the evening, I always found myself miraculously chained in my dungeon. It was the fruit of your good prayers, and if I had been in Purgatory, they would have served at the same time to relieve me; I beseech you not to forget me when the good G.o.d shall see fit to call me to Himself."--_Leontius, Life of St. John the Almoner._
A SWISS PROTESTANT CONVERTED BY THE DOCTRINE OF PURGATORY.
I have somewhere read, says a Catholic writer, that a Swiss Protestant was converted to the true religion solely on account of our having the consoling doctrine of Purgatory, whereas Protestants will not admit of it. He was a Lutheran somewhat advanced in age, and he had a brother who pa.s.sed for a worthy man, as the world goes, but had also the misfortune of being a Protestant. He fell sick, and notwithstanding the care of several physicians, died, and was buried by a Protestant minister of Berne. His death was a terrible blow to the brother of whom I speak. Hoping to dissipate his grief he tried travelling, but the thought of his brother"s eternal destiny pursued him everywhere. He one day, on board a steamer, made the acquaintance of a Catholic priest, with whom he entered into conversation. Confidence was soon established between them; they spoke of death, and the afflicted traveller asked the priest what he thought of it. "What I think is this," replied the priest: "When a man has perfectly discharged all his duties to G.o.d, his neighbor and himself, he goes straight to heaven; if he have not discharged them, or have neglected any of those which are essential, he goes straight to h.e.l.l; but if he have only to reproach himself with those trifling faults which are inseparable from our frail nature, he spends some time in Purgatory." At these words the listener smiled with evident relief and satisfaction; he felt consoled. "Sir," cried he, "I will become a Catholic, and for this reason: Protestants only admit of heaven and h.e.l.l; but, in order to get to Paradise, one must have nothing wherewith to reproach himself. Now, although my brother was a good man, he was by no means free from those slight faults of which you spoke just now. He will not be d.a.m.ned for these faults, but they will prevent him from going to heaven; there must, therefore, be an intermediate place wherein to expiate them; hence, there must be a Purgatory. I will be a Catholic, so as to have the consolation of praying for my brother."--_The Catechism in Examples_, pp. 141-2.
THE DEAD HAND.
SISTER TERESA MARGARET GESTA was struck by apoplexy on the 4th of November, 1859, without any premonitory symptoms to forewarn her of her danger; and, without recovering consciousness, she breathed her last at four o"clock in the afternoon of the same day. Her companions were plunged into the deepest sorrow, for the Sister was a general favorite; but they resigned themselves to the will of G.o.d. Whilst lamenting the death of one who had been to them a model, comforter, and mother, they consoled themselves by the remembrance of the virtues of which she was a splendid example, and of which they never tired speaking.
Twelve days had pa.s.sed since her death. Some of the Sisters felt a certain kind of dread of going alone to the places frequented by the departed one; but Sister Anna Felix Menghini, a person of a lively and pleasant disposition, often rallied them, good-humoredly, on their fears.
About ten o"clock in the forenoon, this same Sister Anna, having charge of the clothing, was proceeding to the work-room. Having gone up- stairs, she heard a mournful voice, which at first she thought might be that of a cat shut up in the clothes-press. She opened and examined it carefully, but found nothing. A sudden and unaccountable feeling of terror came over her, and she cried out: "Jesus, Mary, what can it be?"
She had hardly uttered these words when she heard the same mournful voice as at first, which exclaimed in a gasping sob: "O my G.o.d, how I suffer!" The religious, though surprised and trembling, recognized distinctly the voice of Sister Teresa; she plucked up courage and asked her "Why?"
"On account of poverty," answered the voice.
"What!" replied Sister Anna, "and you were so poor!"
"Not for me," was answered, "but for the nuns.... If one is enough, why two? and if two are sufficient, why three?... And you--beware for yourself."
At the same time the whole room was darkened by a thick smoke, and the shadow of Sister Teresa, moving towards the exit, went up the steps, talking as it moved. Sister Anna was so frightened that she could not make out what the spirit said. Having reached the door, the apparition spoke again: "This is a mercy of G.o.d!" And in proof of the reality, with its open hand it struck the upper panel of the door near the frame, leaving the impression of the hand more perfect than it could have been made by the most skillful artist with a hot iron.
Sister Anna was like Balthasar: "Then was the King"s countenance changed, and his thoughts troubled him; and the joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees struck one against the other." (Dan., v. 6).
She could not stir for a considerable time; she did not even dare to turn her head. But at last she tottered out and called one of her companions, who, hearing her feeble, broken words, ran to her with another Sister; and presently the whole community was gathered round in alarm. They learned in a confused manner what had taken place, perceived the smell of burnt wood, and noticed a whitish cloud or mist that filled the room and made it almost dark. They examined the door carefully though tremblingly, and recognized the fac-simile of Sister Teresa"s hand; and, filled with terror, they fled to the choir.
There the Sisters, forgetting the need of food and rest, remained in prayer till after sunset, abandoning everything in their anxiety to procure relief for their beloved Sister Teresa. The zealous Minorite Fathers, who have the spiritual direction of the convent, learning what had happened, were equally earnest in offering prayers and sacrifice, and in singing the psalms for the dead. Many of the faithful likewise a.s.sembling, not through idle curiosity, but out of genuine piety, joined in the recitation of the Rosary and other prayers, though the deceased Sister was almost entirely unknown to the people. Her observance of the rule was very strict, and she scrupulously avoided all intercourse with people outside her convent. But still large numbers crowded to join in those devotions for her.
Sister Anna, who was more worn out by excitement than the other religious, was directed to retire early the following night. She herself confesses that she was fully resolved next day to remove, at any cost, the obnoxious marks of the hand. But Sister Teresa appeared to her in a dream, saying: "You intend to remove the sign which I have left. Know that it is not in your power to do so, even with the aid of others; for it is there by the command of G.o.d, for the instruction of the people. By His just and inexorable judgment I was condemned to the dreadful fires of Purgatory for forty years on account of my condescension to the will of some of the nuns. I thank you and those who joined in so many prayers to the Lord for me; all of which He was pleased in His mercy to accept as suffrages for me, and especially the Seven Penitential Psalms, which were such a relief!" And then, with a smiling countenance, she added: "Oh! blessed rags, that are rewarded with such rich garments! Oh! happy poverty, that brings such glory to those who truly observe it! Alas! how many suffer irreparable loss, and are in torments, because, under the cloak of necessity, poverty is known and valued by few!"
Finally, Sister Anna, lying down as usual on the night of the 19th, heard her name distinctly p.r.o.nounced by Sister Teresa. She awoke, all in a tremor, and sat up, unable to answer. Her astonishment was great when, near the foot of the bed, she saw a globe of light that made the cell as bright as noonday, and she heard the spirit say in a joyful voice: "On the day of the Pa.s.sion I died (on Friday), and on the day of the Pa.s.sion I go to glory.... Strength in the Cross!... Courage to suffer!..." Then, saying three times "Adieu!" the globe was transformed into a thin, white, shining cloud, rose towards heaven, and disappeared.
The zealous Bishop of the diocese having heard of these events, inst.i.tuted the process of examination on the 23d of the same month. The grave was opened in presence of a large number of persons a.s.sembled for the occasion; the impression of the hand on the door was compared with the hand of the dead, and both were found to correspond exactly. The door itself was set apart in a safe place and guarded. Many persons being anxious to see the impression, it was allowed to be visited, after a certain lapse of time, and with due precautions, by such as had secured the necessary permission.--_Ave Maria_, Nov. 17, 1883.
A BEAUTIFUL EXAMPLE.
The following fact is related by the Treasurer of the a.s.sociation for the Souls in Purgatory. He himself was personally cognizant of the circ.u.mstances of the case. We leave him to speak:
"Mr.----," said he, "was one of our first and most fervent a.s.sociates.
His devotedness for good works is well known, so that he is everywhere regarded as an acquisition in all pious enterprises. His exemplary conduct rendered him, moreover, one of the most precious auxiliaries of the work. Hence his zeal, instead of slackening, did but go on increasing; and whereas, in the beginning, his collection amounted only to some dollars, after a while he often brought me forty or fifty dollars for the suffering souls. May Heaven bless that fervent a.s.sociate, and may his example serve as a lesson to the indifferent!
"During eighteen months, or two years, this pious and zealous member brought me every six months,--with other moneys,--the sum of fifteen dollars which was thus periodically sent him; and each time that I asked him whence this money came, he answered that he knew nothing of it himself; that it was sent him by a worthy man without further information, and so he brought it to me without asking, or knowing anything more.
"Desirous of getting to the bottom of this mystery, I resolved to try and find out what it meant. I, one day, asked Mr.----. to tell me the name of this generous protector of the poor souls, for I was going to hunt him up.--"Oh!" said he, "it is Such-a-one; he lives a long way off, towards Hochelaga, [1] but, indeed, I cannot tell you the exact place."