There Is A Practice That

Such Is The Compassion, Such The Love Which Mary Bears Us, That She Is Never Tired Of Praying For Us.

What Is It That Renders Death Terrible? Sin. We Must Therefore Fear Sin, Not Death.

Let Us Read The Lives Of The Saints; Let Us Consider The Penances Which They Performed, And Blush To Be So Effeminate And So Fearful Of Mortifying Our Flesh.

The Sovereigns Of The Earth Do Not Always Grant Audience Readily; On The Contrary, The King Of Heaven, Hidden Under The Eucharistic Veils, Is Ready To Receive Anyone.

"the Flowers Have Appeared In Our Land: The Time Of Pruning Is Come: The Voice Of The Turtle-dove Is Heard In Our Land." When The Soul, Like The Solitary Turtle-dove, Retires And Recollects Itself In Meditation To Converse With God, Then The Flowers, That Is, Good Desires, Appear; Then Comes The Time Of Pruning, That Is, The Correction Of Faults That Are Discovered In Mental Prayer.