Young Joseph (this was his baptismal name) decided that here was the opportunity for taking the step which he had long been desiring to take, and when his father came back he told him that he wished to return home no more, and that it would be better thus to miss the pain of farewells. His father consented unwillingly, but, as he was obliged to hurry to the conveyance which was to take him home, there was no time for demur, and they parted at the station. Afterwards, when all was settled, Joseph revisited his home, and received his mother's approval and blessing. His brother was bent on going to the South Seas for mission work, and all was arranged accordingly; but at the last he was laid low with fever, and to his bitter disappointment, forbidden to go. The impetuous Joseph asked him if it would be a consolation for his brother to go instead, and, receiving an affirmative answer, he wrote surreptitiously, offering himself, and begging that he might be sent, though his education was not yet finished. The students were not allowed to send out letters till they had been submitted to the Superior, but Joseph ventured to disobey. One day, as he sat at his studies, the Superior came in, and said, with a tender reproach, "Oh, you impatient boy! you have written this letter, and you are to go.” Joseph jumped up, and ran out, and leaped about like a young colt. "Is he crazy?" said the other students. He worked for some years on other islands in the Pacific, but it happened that he was one day in 1873 present at the dedication of a chapel in the Island of Maui, when the bishop was lamenting that it was impossible for him to send a missioner to the lepers at Molokai, and still less to provide them with a pastor. He had only been able to send them occasional and temporary help. Some young priests had just arrived in Hawaii for Mission work, and Father Damien instantly spoke. "Monseigneur," said he, "here are your new missioners; one of them could take my district, and, if you will be kind enough to allow it, I will go to Molokai and labor for the poor lepers whose wretched state of bodily and spiritual misfortune has often made my heart bleed within me." His offer was accepted, and that very day, without any farewells, he embarked on a boat that was taking some cattle to the leper settlement. When he first put his foot on the island he said to himself, "Now, Joseph, my boy, this is your life work." "Kindness to all, charity to the needy, a sympathizing hand to the sufferers and the dying, in conjunction with a solid religious instruction to my listeners, have been my constant means to introduce moral habits among the lepers. I am happy to say that, assisted by the local administration, my labors here, which seemed to be almost in vain at the beginning, have, thanks to a kind Providence, been greatly crowned with success." "Whenever I preach to my people," he said, "I do not say 'my brethren,' as you do, but 'we lepers.' People pity me and think me unfortunate, but I think myself the happiest of missionaries." Henceforth he came under the law of segregation, and journeys to the other parts of the islands were forbidden. But he worked on with the same sturdy, cheerful fortitude, accepting the will of God with gladness, undaunted by the continual reminders of his coming fate, which met him in the poor creatures around him. "I would not be cured," he said to me, "if the price of my cure was that I must leave the island and give up my work." It has been generally said in England that he is a Jesuit, but this is not the case. He belongs to the "Society of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and Mary." We must all rejoice that the Roman Catholic Church produces such saints, and not hesitate to accord them the fellowship, the sympathy, and the hearty honest praise which they deserve. To Father Damien we render more than praise. He has our love. - EDWARD CLIFFORD. THE DESERTED VILLAGE I Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain: And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed: The never failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topt the neighboring hill; How often have I blest the coming day, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired: The dancing pair that simply sought renown, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed: Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Amidst thy tangling walks and ruined grounds, There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, |