it as our morning prayer, and offer it as the first-fruits of our piety each day; or we may set it apart as our evening prayer. We may recite it on our journey to work, whether we drive, or ride by train, or walk; or we may possibly find a quiet quarter of an hour during the day, when we can withdraw from the distracting worry of our duties, and silently commune with the Mother of God.
But there is one circumstance especially, in which we shall derive most abundant fruit from the recitation of the Rosary—in the seclusion of the Church, before our Eucharistic God. There our minds are easily raised above the fleeting joys of this changing life; there we easily close our eyes to the false glamour of this world, which allures us away from God; there our hearts are quickly inspired with holy and lofty aspirations and ideals. The heavenly fragrance and supernatural sweetness that linger around the Tabernacle calm our troubled souls, which no longer resemble a stormy sea, but rather a clear, placid lake, wherein God’s perfections are distinctly reflected. Oh, how sweet it is to kneel in the presence of our God veiled beneath the sacramental species, and there reflect upon the mysteries of Redemption while we lovingly breathe forth the Hail
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