Ann followed her.

Elizabeth following it with bowed head. When the mourners-they were few and miserably poor-had all gone, Miss Elizabeth hesitated a little and then walked briskly away. Down one narrow court and then another, on and on she went, followed at a little distance by the astonished maid. At the last court they entered a policeman would have stopped them, but he recognized Elizabeth and let them pass, he following. Miss Elizabeth entered a dark alley or inner court, then descended into a cellar, gloomy as a dungeon, reeking with foul air. She knelt beside a bed; what foul thing was there in the rags and filth? A soul to save, Elizabeth would tell you.

Was it Miss Elizabeth who was speaking? The voice was tender as the voice of an angel, the words, Ann thought, were the words of Father John, the priest she loved best. The air made her sick and faint, she reeled into the street to keep from falling. When Elizabeth came out she followed her again for some time, then suddenly lost her at a crossing where she saw her enter a car. "This is what she does," thought Ann, "and I said she went gadding about."

She brought me back the telegram, and I told her to say nothing of what she had seen.

But a great change came over Ann. She told me with softened voice that she never could forget the things she had seen, the poor funeral, the miserable mourners, the foul cellar,-thoughts of them would haunt her mind forever. The only way she could banish them was by recalling the first picture, the little room, the bright old woman, the dying man with his gaze fixed upon the picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus,-" her own picture, that she took from her own room," said Ann. "How often did I see her kneeling before it! I know she belongs to the League, God bless her."

"Will you not join it too, Ann, and help your mistress in her work?"

"Indeed I will, ma'am, and gladly. What would'nt I give to be like her!"

"You thought she was a gad about, Ann; you have changed your opinion I am glad to see."

"Indeed, if more would gad about in that way, there would be no such places as that horrible cellar, ma'am."

Let us follow the example of Miss Elizabeth as far and as well

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SOULS FOR THE CROW MISSION.

AN APPEAL FOR VOCATIONS.

WO months ago we published a very charming account of this mission by Father Prando. We have received a contribution in money for its support, and we confidently trust more will follow. But besides money, something else is needed at that difficult post, and that is-heroic and apostolic souls to help in the mission work.

When two years ago we published the appeal of a South American bishop for men for his diocese, destitute of priests, a young seminarian answered, and the good Bishop Schumacher, formerly a Lazarist Father, on his recent visit to Philadelphia took occasion to express his gratitude. This time it is not priests, but teaching nuns that are wanted. God grant our words may be the occasion of starting up in the hearts of some of our Associates of the League, or of other Christian young women, true and sterling vocations for the Ursuline community in Montana.

It will be remembered that a few years since the Rev. Mother Amadeus and a few chosen companions set out on this devoted mission, to spend their lives in teaching and training up Christian maids and mothers among the Rocky Mountain Indians. Their work, God knows, was sadly needed, and God alone knows what great good they have worked among His abandoned children. Surely, too, they have been repaid in their toil and privations by His choicest consolations. But now, the alarm is sounded.. These women-apostles-these American Catholics who have shown that our people are not selfishly centered in their own race and comfortable homes, but that some at least have the faith and charity and zeal to help the true native Americans, for whose salvation we are largely responsible-these brave Ursulines of Montana are in great need. Their sisters of the diocese of Cleveland, whence the missionaries first set forth on their way, write to implore the prayers of the League in their behalf.

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Help for our dear Sisters of the Crow Mission, Montana, who will succumb to the labor if assistance is not promptly rendered, notwithstanding that Rev. Father Superior and Father Prando are aiding as much as they can. But the laborers in that wild

uncultivated vineyard are too few; and, for want of subjects, we are unable to send any more. May the sweet Heart of Jesus help us!"

Encouraged by former success, the Director of the League is bolder. He has already asked for money for this and other missions. He joins with the good Sisters in asking for prayers. But he also asks-Are there not souls among the readers of the PILGRIM, who are called by the Heart of Jesus to give life itself to the good work?

Our Golden Jubilee Address.

[The following letter is reproduced here from the last MESSENGER, for those who do not receive the large magazine.]

AMERICAN COLLEGE,

ROME, February 3, 1888.

REV. AND DEAR FATHER:

I had the honor to present the Album and list of spiritual offerings of the "League of the Sacred Heart" to the Holy Father on the 21st of Januarythe feast of St. Agnes.

His Holiness expressed his gratitude, and desired that I should say that he sends his blessing to the members of the League.

Yours sincerely in Christ,

P. J. RYAN,

Abp. of Philadelphia.

REV. R. S. DEWEY, S. J.

Our Lady of Martyrs.

QUEEN OF MARTYRS, QUEEN OF HEAVEN.

EFORE the brightness of Easter day comes the Holy Week. With Christ the martyrs have suffered; with Him they rise to glory. So, on the Friday before the Good Friday of all, the Church keeps the solemn memory of Mary, Queen of Martyrs; and with the eve of Easter she begins to sing with great joy and exultation to the Queen of Heaven.

Our little shrine on the Mohawk claims Our Lady of Martyrs as its Queen; for there blood was shed for Christ. There too the dusky red men sang their litanies to Mary, Queen of Martyrs; and our own pilgrims of Assumption day sing to Mary, Queen of Heaven.

This year its feast-day-the Friday before Palm Sunday, kept in honor of the Seven Sorrows of the Blessed Virgin Mary-falls on the 22d of March. We recommend its pious observance to those who have interested themselves in the work at Auriesville. The first Mass of the Seven Dolors of our Lady was granted to the faithful people who were in danger of growing cold in faith through the evil influence of John Huss and his followers. Afterwards it was associated with early and touching manifestations of devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, at the time when Luther was drawing Christians away from the faith and love of Christ. In our shrine, the devotion to the Queen of Martyrs is linked to the spread of faith, amid bloodshed and suffering, in our own American wilds.1

Now there stood by the cross of Jesus Mary His Mother.2

(From the Stabat Mater.)

Fount of love and sacred sorrow,
Mother, may my spirit borrow
Sadness from thy holy woe:

1 See PILGRIM, 1885, page 158, and passim.

2 St. John, xix. 25.

All you devout Catholics, true servants of the Blessed Virgin Mary, who in this present life are in perpetual fear and trouble; call frequently to mind, by pious contemplation, the great pains and sorrows which the Blessed Mother of God underwent for you, in order that you may with her reign in eternal joy.

Those whose hearts are lifted up with joy as they hear the pure voices of children singing, Regina Coeli, Alleluia! at this Easter tide, will be glad to know the legend of the first singing of this sweet anthem.

When the Great Gregory was Pope-500 years after our Lord had risen from the dead-sorrow and dismay of heart fell on the city of Rome. Yet the glad Easter days were at hand. The plague had come and was stalking boldly through the streets. Instead of alleluias, only the voice of the carriers was heard in hoarse and terror-stricken command-Bring out your dead!

The great-hearted Pope mourned with his people, and sought help where alone it could be found in such dire straits. He ordered a general procession of priests and people. In the midst should be born with solemn reverence the wondrous picture of the Blessed Virgin, which all tradition declared had been painted by St. Luke.