Under the sod and the dew, COMPOSITION. Give a short account of "Decoration Day." Tell what is usually said, and quote from the various articles on death, in this Reader, to help you. Describe some special grave of some brave man whose actions distinguished him in the battle where he was killed. Name some Catholic soldiers or officers thus distinguished. THE HE Venerable De La Salle was nearing his final hour. Under his instructions, the holy viaticum was brought, the garden avenues through which the most Blessed Sacrament was to be carried having been decorated by his order. Like a valiant soldier, the saintly Founder wished to die arms in hand. His faith gave him supernatural courage. What was the astonishment of the pastor, his fellow-priests, and many persons distinguished for their piety, when they beheld the dying man, not in his bed of suffering, but prostrate on the floor to receive his God! A short thanksgiving, made in the same posture, was inore than the patient could bear; he was again placed in his bed, where he continued his secret conversation with the Spouse of his heart. He had already received the bread of angels; he was soon to hear their songs. On Holy-Thursday night, after prayer, the most honored Superior, with the Brothers of the community and the members of the novitiate, assembled around the bed of the dying patriarch. "We are your children," sobbed the Superior; "we come to implore a father's blessing." "May God bless you all!" said the Venerable, in reply. Like Jacob of old, he beheld the Joseph of his heart at his feet. He had not lands to divide, nor wealth to distribute, but, like the divine Master he had so faithfully imitated, he gave his children the whole world as the field of their labors: they were to teach all nations that "sweet is the yoke and light the burden of those who truly serve God." Towards midnight he entered into his death-agony. At two in the morning he rallied for a moment, and murmured: "Mary, Mother of grace, of sweetness and of clemency! Protect us against our enemies, and receive us at the hour of death!" For many years these words had closed each day for the Venerable; they were among the last he uttered. A moment before his death he was asked if he willingly accepted all the sufferings he was then enduring. “Oh, yes," he replied, "in all things I adore the will of God in my regard." ` With this profession of faith, the last embers of life were faintly glimmering. Making an effort as if to rise and meet one whom he wished to embrace, JeanBaptiste de La Salle breathed his soul into the hands of the Creator. The world had lost one of its greatest benefactors, the Church one of her most faithful sons, and the Institute of the Christian Schools its Founder. Heaven had welcomed the valiant warrior, who had fought the good fight. The steward who had been at first faithful in few things, and was afterwards placed over many, had entered into the joy of the Lord. It was Good-Friday morning. COMPOSITION. Write the second paragraph in your own words, changing all the verbs, adjectives and participles. viaticum thanksgiving rallied glimmering steward FRI MARK ANTONY'S ORATION. RIENDS, Romans, countrymen! lend me your ears. The evil that men do, lives after them; He was my friend, faithful and just to me— And Brutus is an honorable man! He hath brought many captives home to Rome, When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man! You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, And sure he is an honorable man! I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke; You all did love him once; not without cause: Have stood against the world, - now lies he there, O masters! if I were disposed to stir I will not do them wrong, I rather choose Let but the commons hear his testament. Unto their issue! If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through! For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Which all the while ran blood!— great Cæsar fell! but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? look you here! Here is himself - marr'd, as you see, by traitors! — Good friends! sweet friends! let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny! They that have done this deed, are honorable! I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man, |