280 ROSARY TIDE. 



OCT. 6. St. Bruno, confessor, founder of the Car- 

 thusians, A.D. 1101. 

 St. Faith, virgin, &c. martyrs, 290. 



Obs. St. Bruno was born about the year 1030. In his iofancy he seemed 

 above the usual we-iknesses of that ai;e, and nothing childish ever appeared in 

 liis manners. He was the founder of the Carthusian monks, and eminent for 

 his learninff, piety, and humility. He resigned his soul to God on Sunday the 

 6th of October, 1101. St. Bruno meditated perpetually on eternity, and often 

 could not sleep for thinkini^ on the wonderful nature of everlastin:; duration. 



With regard to St. Bruno, it may be observed, that as he was himself one of 

 the most ilhiMrious examples of tlielove of solitude and austerity, so his order 

 has ever been one of the severest. His motto, says the historian, used to be, 

 Mp eyes prevented the watches ; / was troubled, and I spoke not. I had in my 

 mind the elerna! years, so I have eone far ojFjfyin^ auay, and I abode in the 

 wilderness. This motto, and his life passed in hourly watches and the contem- 

 plation of eternity, remind one of tlie following parody on the Callus jam 

 lucis nuncius : 



The Cock crows, and we rise, and say, " 'Tis :\Iorn ;" 



The soft and pallid light steals o'er the hills, 



Then comes Aurora in her saffron stole, 



And then the Sun 'midst the red liveried clouds 



Opens the view, and then we say, " 'Tis Day." 



Then, moiintiug to his height, lie scans the heavens. 



And then we say, '"lis Noon;" sometime has passed 



Between each change, and in Time's stream all floats. 



Then longer shadows cool tlie waning' day. 



And then ne say, " It is the Afternoon.'' 



And then sad Even spreads her duskie hood. 



And the loud curfew sounds, and then v e say, 



"Evenin? draws on;" and then the lijjht withdrawn, 



Leaves but the lanterns of the starry pole. 



That shine in countless millions o'er our heads. 



And then we say, '"Tis Night; let watchdogs bark, 



And let us sleep, and jjain another morn." 



And thus Time rolls along till all is lost 



Of this most strange and everchanging scene 



Of mortal life ; and wiien the whole is sped, 



What boots our joys or sorrows, less we gain 



Bv their well timed and well placed discipline. 



Thy timeless, spaceless, meed. Eternity ! 



Thy joys of even' sense, and thousands more, 



Relationless to Time's and Space's bounds ! 



The pensive mind who thinks of this, and asks 



Why Anything exists, and what is Anything? 



And what is Nothing! What is Cause and Change? 



Whence we have come, who live and feel and move ? 



And H hither go to at the mortal change 



Called Death? But feel the insignificancy 



Of what vain man still deems Philosophy, 



And as the holy saint cries for Eternity, 



And waits to know it ! and like a taulty Effect, 



Who scarcely dares address the .Mighty Cause, 



He to Our Virgin Mother of all Mercies 



Devoutly lifts the wondering soul in praise. 



And says, " Conduct me to Eternity !" 



Two other bisliops named Brnuo are noticed today in Butler's Lives. 



St. Faith or Fides was born at Atien in Aquitain, and though of exquisite 

 beauty was insensible to all the allureraenis of the world. After undergoing 

 the most dreadful torments for refusing to sacrifice to the idols, she, with a 

 number of other Christians, was beheaded by the orders of Dacian, prefect 

 of the Gauls. Vows of celibacj' were highly esteciued in the early ages of the 

 Church, and even in our own times many rites still exist in honour of the vir- 

 gin state. Upon the decease of a virgin, flowers are yet strewed before the 

 corpse by young girls dressed in white, as emblematic of innocence. Gar- 

 lauds also are in some places woven, and attached to the beams of churches 

 in which virgins have been buried, even in England, the north of Germany, 

 and other Protestant countries. 



Late Feverfew Pyrethrum serotinum full fl. 



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