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Chrift, hearing his lamentations, commanded him to 

 .xife, called him to him, and afked : Why weepeft thou 

 fo bitterly ? Dominic anfwered : Why Ihould I not 

 weep, lince I lee perfons of all orders in thy glory, 

 but of my order I perceive none ? The Lord faid s 

 Wilt thou fee thy order ? Yea, Lord, that I long for, 

 anfwered Dominic. Chrift immediately ftretched forth 

 liis arm, put his hand under the fcapulary of his mo- 

 ther, and faid : Thy order I have given in cuftody to 

 my mother. But Dominic was not fatisfied with this : 

 he would fee the fons of his order. Then, faid the 

 Lord : Wilt thou then abfoWely fee them ? Yea, 

 Lord, that will I, anfwered Dominic. And, behold, 

 the mother of the Lord was fo complaifant to her fon, 

 as to open her magnificent mantle before her weeping 

 fervant Dominic. It was fo fpacious that it compre- 

 hended the whole celefrial kingdom. Beneath this- 

 •guardian mantle, in this bofom of love, the feer fm 

 the fublimeft things a mortal eye could fee, and the 

 myfteries of Chrift, and an innumerable multitude of 

 the friars of his order. And his mourning was turned 

 >into joy ; his wailings into jubilation, 



V. How can I frill call in queftion, what you, my 

 dear father, are plea fed to affirm, in the firft volume 

 of your excellent work : that Dominic himfelf received 

 the rofary from the hand of the mother of God ; that 

 he armed the foldiers of the count of Montfort with it,, 

 who flew, by its virtue, above a hundred thoufaad 

 Albigenfes ? No demonftration of the efficacy of the 

 rofary can be more convincing. Who would not truit 

 the falvation of his foul to the order of fo great and 

 mighty a patron ? To him hath God granted the 



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