pleasures of life, and as the sense of this universal emptiness grows upon you, reflect what a precious privilege it is to exchange the cares and heart burnings of life for that interior peace which was the sole possession of Jesus and Mary. Remember the beautiful promise of Our Lord that they who instruct others unto justice shall shine as stars in the Kingdom of Heaven. Go think of it in silence and alone, and weigh against a grain of sand the glory of a throne."
To all who are maimed in body, or bruised in spirit because of the war; to the crippled and ill; to sinners who have put God out of their lives for some created thing; to boys and girls whose lives are before them with the temptations that may lead them from the path of happiness; to fathers and mothers oppressed with daily and heavy burdens as they struggle to maintain a home in which to rear children in righteousness; to all who are wearied and distressed, remember that we have a powerful intercessor and helpmate, if we but have recourse to her. "Anyone who can recall ever having invoked Mary and having been left unaided," says St. Bernard, "may cease further to praise her mercy."
She within whose body rested the Infant Christ; she, glorified by the poet as "the one woman above all women glorified—our tainted nature's solitary boast"; she, given to us by her Divine Son as the mother of all mankind—she it is who yearns to have her children united with her so that she may bring them at last to the throne of her Son—Life. Eternal.
