presented their children to him in the crowd that he might make Christians of them.

At last the victorious enemy had set fire to the town; their fury was only exasperated by the blood of women and children. The Father wished to die in his church. He found it full of Christians, and of others whom he had been preparing for baptism and who now asked it earnestly of him. At such a time faith moved their prayers, and there could be no hypocrisy in their hearts. Some he baptized, and he gave the last absolution to others, comforting them all with these words "My brothers, to-day we shall be in heaven." The enemy learned that the Christians had taken refuge in great numbers in the church. They could not hope for an easier or richer prey than this. So they ran forward with savage whoops and frightful cries.

When he heard them approaching, the Father called to his new Christians: "Flee, brothers, and carry your faith with you to your last gasp. I must die here, so long as I see a single soul to gain for heaven. If I only die to save you my life is nothing to me: we shall see each other again in heaven."

At the same time he went out on the side where the enemy was approaching. They stopped in amazement at seeing a man alone coming to meet them. They even moved back a little as though he bore in his countenance some power to dismay and affright their whole company. But in a moment, as if ashamed of themselves, they pressed forward and, surrounding him on every side, filled him with their arrows till at last a ball from a musket pierced through his breast from side to side. He fell calling on the name of Jesus, and gave up his blessed soul to God-a true good shepherd laying down his life for his sheep.

Then the savages rushed upon him as though he were the especial object of their rage and hatred. They stripped and treated him with a thousand indignities. There was not one who did not seem to glory in giving him a new blow, even after they saw that he was dead. The fire went on devouring the cabins and, when it reached the church, the Father was thrown into the midst of the flames and was soon a whole burnt-offering.

He could not have been sacrificed more gloriously than in the shining flames of his burning chapel.

FATHER DANIEL'S LAST MASS.

JULY 4TH, 1648.

By Charles E. Jakeway.

Alone in the forest's verdant shade 'neath a towering pine he stood,
Erect and agile and strong of frame, with a visage mild and good,
One hand to his broad, low brow was raised, in the other was clasped a book,
On which his half-closed eyes were cast with a dreamy, absent look.

Did a vision pass before his brain of the life he had left behind,

Of lofty hopes in glorious France for the love of the Lord resigned?
Or were his thoughts of the peril nigh, for the wolf prowled near the fold,
Those hungry wolves, the Iroquois, blood-thirsty, fierce and bold?

Then he lifted his head and a tender light shone forth from his radiant eyes,
As he looked through a rent in the foliage green at the blue, unclouded skies,
And murmured, "Father, Thy will be done. I have driven the world from me,
Without reserve my naked soul I humbly offer Thee."

With a gesture meek he turned away, and walked with a solemn air,
Up the tangled wild-wood path that led to the rustic place of prayer,
Where his faithful flock of Hurons had assembled, young and old,
To worship God at their pastor's feet in the shelter of the fold.

In gentle, loving tones he told, in words they could understand,
The story of Christ, the Infant God, to that simple, reverent band,
And though full oft the wondrous tale he had told to them before,
With abated breath and willing ears they heard it o'er once more.

Then lowly they all knelt down to pray, and the birds and trees around
Seemed to hush their songs and still their sighs as if filled with an awe profound.
But, hark! What was that? "The Iroquois!" rang the warning wild and shrill,
And at once the dreaded battle-cry re-echoed from vale and hill.

Père Daniel sprang erect to his feet, and a moment gazed around,

There were none could fight, for the braves had gone to a distant hunting ground, And only the women and aged men and children met his gaze,

As horror-stricken they turned to him with looks of blank amaze.

His eyes flashed fire. He lifted his hands, and his voice, like a trumpet clear,
Rank out o'er the din of approaching strife: "My children, do not fear!
This day we shall be in Heaven with Christ! Flinch not from the chastening rod!"
And in tones of triumph baptized them all in the name of the Triune God.

Then wrapping his vestments round his frame, that seemed to increase in size,
He strode to the door with a smile on his lips and a luminous light in his eyes,
And facing undaunted his fiery foe, unflinching he braved the shock,
And died with the name of his God on his tongue at the front of his little flock.
-Orillia, Ont., Packet.

A MONUMENT OF THE PAST-AN APPEAL.

[To the above stirring lines we willingly add the following appeal, so fully in unison with our own work of OUR LADY OF MARTYRS. EDITOR.]

It has been a subject of wondering, and even of reproach, that the memories of such men were so long buried in oblivion and left unhonored, and that amidst the scenes of the Huron mission no monument was erected to recall them to succeeding generations. Then, lately, strong desires were expressed that a fitting monument should be erected to commemorate the events of those heroic times.

The present parish priest of Penetanguishene, sharing those sentiments, and receiving encouragement from many sources, has undertaken the work, the Archbishop of Toronto, in whose diocese the Huron district lies, having most willingly given his sanction to it.

Having charge of the Penetanguishene Mission, Father Laboureau is, in a certain sense, the successor of those illustrious men. The banks of the Penetanguishene Bay have seen the birth of the mission. Since the dispersion of the Huron nation, Penetanguishene, having been the first settlement, the first post established in the former Huron country, having been the seat of the first church and the residence of the first priest who, for many years, used to attend the whole district from the Narrows of Lake Simcoe to Owen Sound, forms the connecting link between the past and present. The old mission seems to have continued, or at least was first revived in Penetanguishene, which has thus become the heir and representative of the past, so that the traditions of those times are associated with the name and the place. Penetanguishene seems thus to be naturally marked for the glory and privilege of erecting the monument due to those men whose lives and deaths have made so bright the first page of the history of Upper Canada, and it may be said of Northern America.

It is then proposed to erect on the shores of the Georgian Bay at Penetanguishene, a Memorial Church as a fitting monument to those holy and noble men De Brebeuf, Lallemant, and their companions, the early missionaries to that part of Canada, then the country of the Hurons, to recall and perpetuate their memory and the history of the mission.

The people of Penetanguishene and the civic authorities of the

town are happy to encourage the Rev. Father who devotes his time and energy to that noble work. They justly think it not only an obligation but a privilege to do something to honor those men who have made their country illustrious. The Mayor, the Reeve, and Councillors have promised a generous and liberal aid to the work.

But to erect a monument worthy of the men to be honored, and of the events to be commemorated, could not be, and should not be a local affair. The memory and glory of those men are the property of the nation. Besides, it would be beyond the ability of the residents of the locality. An appeal should be made to the people of the dominion, and to the friends and admirers of the mission everywhere.

Subscriptions and donations are earnestly solicited; they may be sent to Rev. Th. F. Laboureau, Penetanguishene, Ont., or deposited to his credit at the Imperial Bank, Toronto.

THE YEAR'S PILGRIMAGES TO THE SHRINE OF OUR LADY OF MARTYRS, AURIESVILLE, N. Y.

ST. JOSEPH'S CHURCH, TROY, N. Y., May 26, 1888. We intend to have two pilgrimages this year-one Aug. 12th for men, and the other Aug. 19th.for women. Trains will start from Troy, foot of Jackson St., at 5 a. m.—Round trip ticket, $1.00. JOSEPH LOYZANCE, S. J., Director.

Contributions to the shrine of Our Lady of Martyrs at Auriesville, N. Y., received during the month of May :

A Brother of the Third Order of St. Francis,
Lizzie M. Foote, San Francisco, Cal., .

A Child of Mary, Plains, Pa.,

$5.00

3.00

1.00

A Friend, Philadelphia, Pa.,

Anon., Jersey City, N. J.,

Rev. J. P. Dion, Highland Vincennes, Ind.,
Elizabeth Geraghty, Providence, R. I.,
Mary Henshey,

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5.00

[The American Head Director is happy and proud to publish this clear document from one of our zealous Promoters.]

I. OBJECT: To league together in a union of prayer for the intentions of the Sacred Heart and of each other—thus uniting the petitions and intentions of millions of persons for the same ends in an Apostleship of Prayer.

II. REQUISITES: (1) That each local centre be duly aggregated by diploma from the Head Centre;

(2) That each member receive through the Local Director, or one of the Promoters, a Certificate of Admission issued by the Head Director;

(3) That each name be duly enrolled in a register kept at the local centre.

III. OBLIGATIONS: (1) Only one obligation for general membership (1st Degree)-the Morning Offering of the intentions of the day's prayers, and sufferings and acts for the intentions of the Sacred Heart and of the League;

(2) A member may join a Rosary band for the recitation of a decade of the beads every day, and thus belong to a second class (2d Degree);