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Recognizing the cry of the poor simpleton whom she had so often helped, Ella called out, "Ah! are you there, Salaun, the Fool of the Woods?" and there was echoed back the Breton words, "Follgoat! Follgoat!'

As the day brightened, Ella saw the gnarled oak and the clear pool, and between these, on the spot where Salaun lay during life, a lily had sprung up in one night, for it was not there when Ella's servants were at the pool. Each of the three stems of this lily bore a flower whose leaves were of burnished silver, and on looking close Ella saw in letters of red, like those of a missal, the words, "Hail Mary!"

Ella knelt beside it, and as a breath of wind bent the lily to her ear, she heard the whispered words, “Gather me." Making the sign of the cross, she plucked one of the flowers, and as she did so a drop, like a tear, fell to the ground. "These tears are your father's life," whispered a voice in her heart. She hurried home to her father, who lay at the point of death. As she went along the road drop after drop fell from the flower, and as she reached Lord Francis's bedside the last drop fell on the sick man's lips. Then the flower disappeared.

Instantly he arose and called out in a loud voice, "A chapel to Our Lady of Recovery shall be built on the spot where this flower was culled."

* A corruption of " Fou des bois," that is, "Fool of the Woods."

But he not only failed to build the chapel, but he determined to give his daughter in marriage to a nobleman. As an excuse for this, he claimed that he had been deceived, and that the story of the lily was the work of the imagination; and certainly no lily was to be found when he went to look for it.

Ella was in despair. "Ah, Salaun," she cried, "why have you removed thy beautiful lily from the pool? If it still remained, and my father could see the words which redden it, he might believe."

At that moment her window was blown open, interrupting her, and the wind carried in these words, "Take with thee shovel and pick."

"Where?" asked Ella.

Outside her window in the mist she saw the silver lily shining.


"I go!

go!" she cried; and, hastening downstairs, she called at once for the necessary tools.

As she walked ahead of her servants the lily preceded her in the mist, though she alone saw it. But as they came near to the pool, all saw a bright light, in the center of which was a clump of lilies, such as Lord Francis had sought in vain. It had two stalks, the third being missing; but Ella saw the flower which had guided her to the spot take its place on the cut stalk, so that the three stood forth distinctly, although upon one stem.

Ella ordered her servants to dig up the lily by its roots and take it home so that her father might believe.

The men began to dig, and suddenly one cried out: "Ah! here is the body of the poor fool, who used to beg bread from door to door." And another added, "And the root of the lily is in his heart."

Looking in the grave, Ella saw there, buried in his rags, poor Salaun, the stalk of the flower springing from

his breast.

Just then the horns of huntsmen were heard; but as they neared the spot, men, horses, and dogs stopped to listen, wonderstruck, to the concert which filled the air with "Hail Mary! Hail Mary!

The grass whispered it, the flowers sung it, the wind murmured it, the pool babbled it, the bees droned it, the birds took up the chorus and carried it to the clouds, and the clouds took it to the skies, and thence it was borne by angels to heaven, and laid at the feet of God. And thus in the heights of heaven, as well as upon the earth, resounded "Mary, Mary," ever and ever.

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scorn: mockery. - pool: a small and rather deep collection of water. refrain: repetition of a part of a song.- sleet: hail or snow mingled with rain. — Libera: a prayer for the dead, beginning with the words Libera me, Domine. — glade: an open passage through a wood. gnarled: knotty. - culled: gathered. - babbled: made a continuous murmuring noise. -droned: made a dull, humming sound, like that of a bee.

The Angel's Whisper

A superstition prevails in Ireland that when a child smiles in its sleep, it is "talking with angels."

A baby was sleeping,

Its mother was weeping,

For her husband was far on the wild raging sea;
And the tempest was swelling

Round the fisherman's dwelling,

And she cried, "Dermot darling, oh come back to me.”

Her beads while she numbered,

The baby still slumbered

And smiled in her face as she bended her knee; "O blest be that warning,

My child, thy sleep adorning,

For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.

"And while they are keeping

Bright watch o'er thy sleeping,

Oh, pray to them softly, my baby, with me!

And say thou wouldst rather

They'd watch o'er thy father!

For I know that the angels are whispering with thee."

The dawn of the morning

Saw Dermot returning,

And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see;

And closely caressing

Her child, with a blessing,

Said, "I knew that the angels were whispering with thee."


Samuel Lover was born in Dublin in 1797. He was a painter, a writer of songs and of music, a novelist, and a dramatist. His "Tales and Legends" is one of the best collection of Irish humorous stories published; his novels are brimming over with broad fun, and his songs are full of love, pathos, and humor. Lover died in 1868.

Christ blessing Children.

Capharnaum, a town on the Lake of Genesareth, was at the time of Our Savior's sojourn on earth a thriving center of trade. Caravans laden with silks and linen came thither from Damascus, while other places sent travelers, traders, and people of every kind.

It was in this town that Our Savior made His home, if He can be said to have had one. On one occasion, as He was journeying there, His disciples, who were but a short distance from Him, began to argue among themselves as to which of them should be the greatest in the kingdom of Christ. Their idea of the kingdom of God was that of an earthly kingdom, and the dispute arose

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