When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child. But when I became a man, I put away the things of a child.

We see now through a glass, in a dark manner: but then face to face. Now I know in part: but then I shall know even as I am known.

And now there remain, faith, hope, charity, those three: but the greatest of these is charity.

COMPOSITION.

Give, as tersely as possible, the substance of above quotation; or write a short sketch of St. Paul's conversion.

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THE VISION OF THE MONK GABRIEL.

"IS the soft twilight. Round the shining fender,
Two at my feet and one upon my knee,
Dreamy eyed Elsie, bright lipped Isabel,
And thou, my golden-headed Raphael,

My fairy, small and slender,

Listen to what befell

Monk Gabriel,

In the old ages ripe with mystery-
Listen, my darlings, to the legend tender.

A bearded man with grave, but gentle look -
His silence sweet with sounds

With which the simple-hearted spring abounds:
Lowing of cattle from the abbey grounds,
Chirping of insect, and the building rook,
Mingled like murmurs of a dreaming shell;
Quaint tracery of bird, and branch, and brook,

Flitting across the pages of his book,
Until the very words a freshness took.
Deep in his cell

Sat the Monk Gabriel

In his book he read

The words the Master to His dear ones said:

Making his visage brilliant, liquid-eyed:

"O Thou who gracious art

Unto the poor of heart,

O blessed Christ!" he cried,

"Great is thy misery

Of mine iniquity;

But would I now might see,

Might feast on Thee!"

The blood with sudden start,

Nigh rent his veins apart

(O condescension of the crucified!)

In all the brilliancy

Of his humanity

The Christ stood by his side!

Pure as the early lily was His skin,

His cheek outblushed the rose,
His lips, the glows

Of autumn sunset on eternal snows;
And His deep eyes within,

Such nameless beauties, wondrous glories dwelt, The monk in speechless adoration knelt.

In each fair Hand, in each fair Foot there shone,
The peerless stars He took from Calvary:
Around His brows in tenderest lucency,
The thorn-marks lingered, like the flush of dawn;
And from the opening in His side there rilled
A light, so dazzling, that the room was filled
With heaven: and transfigured in his place,
His very breathing stilled,

The friar held his robe before his face,

And heard the angels singing!

'Twas but a moment then upon

the spell

Of this sweet Presence, lo! a something broke:
A something, trembling, in the belfry woke,
A shower of metal music flinging

O'er wold and moat, o'er park and lake and fell,
And thro' the open windows of the cell

In silver chimes came ringing.

It was the bell

Calling Monk Gabriel

Unto his daily task

To feed the paupers at the abbey gate.

No respite did he ask,

Nor for a second summons idly wait;

But rose up, saying in his humble way,
"Fain would I stay,

O Lord! and feast alway

Upon the honeyed sweetness of Thy beauty

But 'tis Thy will, not mine, I must obey;

Help me to do my duty!"

The while the Vision smiled,

The monk went forth, light-hearted as a child.

An hour thence, his duty nobly done,

Back to his cell he came.

Unasked, unsought, lo! his reward was won!
Rafters and walls and floor were yet aflame
With all the matchless glory of the Sun,
And in the centre stood the Blessed One-
(Praised be His holy Name!)

Who for our sakes our crosses made His own,
And bore our weight of shame.

Down on the threshold fell

Monk Gabriel,

His forehead pressed upon the floor of clay;
And while in deep humility he lay

(Tears raining from his happy eyes away),-
"Whence is this favor, Lord?" he strove to say.

The Vision only said,

Lifting Its shining head:

If thou hadst staid, O son! I must have fled!

COMPOSITION.

Write out the first three stanzas, in prose. Name six early monks. What is a monk? Tell how Gabriel was rewarded, and why.

CATHOLIC MISSIONS IN THE NORTHWEST.

ELIGIOUS zeal not less than commerical ambition had influenced France to recover Canada; and Champlain, its governor, whose imperishable name will

rival with posterity the fame of Smith and Hudson, ever disinterested and compassionate, full of honor and probity, of ardent devotion and burning zeal, esteemed "the salvation of a soul worth more than the conquest of an empire."

Thus it was neither commercial enterprise nor royal ambition which carried the power of France into the heart of our Continent; the motive was religion. Religious enthusiasm founded Montreal, made a conquest of the wilderness of the upper lakes, and explored the Mississippi. The Roman (Catholic) Church created for Canada its Altars, its Hospitals, and its Seminaries.... The first permanent efforts of French enterprise in colonizing America preceded any permanent English settlement on the Potomac.

Years before the pilgrims landed in Cape Cod, the Roman (Catholic) Church had been planted, by missionaries from France, in the eastern moiety of Maine; and Le Caron, an unambitious Franciscan, had penetrated the land of the Mohawks, had passed to the North of the hunting-grounds of the Wyandots, and, bound by his vows to the life of a beggar, had, on foot, or paddling a bark canoe, gone onward, and still onward, taking alms of the savages, till he reached the rivers of Lake Huron. While Quebec contained scarcely fifty inhabitants, priests of the Franciscan Order-Le Caron, Fiel Lagard-had labored for years as missionaries in Upper Canada, or made their way to the neutral Huron tribe that dwelt on the waters of the Niagara.

To confirm the missions, the first measure was the establishment of a College in New France, and the parents of the Marquis de Gamache, pleased with his pious importunity, assented to his entering the Order of the Jesuits, and added from their ample fortunes the