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--
Now
what
is
the
meaning
of
this
word
RETREAT
and
why
is
it
allowed
on
all
hands
to
be
a
most
salutary
practice
for
all
who
desire
to
lead
before
God
and
in
the
eyes
of
men
a
truly
christian
life
?
A
retreat
,
my
dear
boys
,
signifies
a
withdrawal
for
awhile
from
the
cares
of
our
life
,
the
cares
of
this
workaday
world
,
in
order
to
examine
the
state
of
our
conscience
,
to
reflect
on
the
mysteries
of
holy
religion
and
to
understand
better
why
we
are
here
in
this
world
.
During
these
few
days
I
intend
to
put
before
you
some
thoughts
concerning
the
four
last
things
.
They
are
,
as
you
know
from
your
catechism
,
death
,
judgement
,
hell
,
and
heaven
.
We
shall
try
to
understand
them
fully
during
these
few
days
so
that
we
may
derive
from
the
understanding
of
them
a
lasting
benefit
to
our
souls
.
And
remember
,
my
dear
boys
,
that
we
have
been
sent
into
this
world
for
one
thing
and
for
one
thing
alone
:
to
do
God
's
holy
will
and
to
save
our
immortal
souls
.
All
else
is
worthless
.
One
thing
alone
is
needful
,
the
salvation
of
one
's
soul
.
What
doth
it
profit
a
man
to
gain
the
whole
world
if
he
suffer
the
loss
of
his
immortal
soul
?
Ah
,
my
dear
boys
,
believe
me
there
is
nothing
in
this
wretched
world
that
can
make
up
for
such
a
loss
.
--
I
will
ask
you
,
therefore
,
my
dear
boys
,
to
put
away
from
your
minds
during
these
few
days
all
worldly
thoughts
,
whether
of
study
or
pleasure
or
ambition
,
and
to
give
all
your
attention
to
the
state
of
your
souls
.
I
need
hardly
remind
you
that
during
the
days
of
the
retreat
all
boys
are
expected
to
preserve
a
quiet
and
pious
demeanour
and
to
shun
all
loud
unseemly
pleasure
.
The
elder
boys
,
of
course
,
will
see
that
this
custom
is
not
infringed
and
I
look
especially
to
the
prefects
and
officers
of
the
sodality
of
Our
Blessed
Lady
and
of
the
sodality
of
the
holy
angels
to
set
a
good
example
to
their
fellow-students
.
--
Let
us
try
,
therefore
,
to
make
this
retreat
in
honour
of
saint
Francis
with
our
whole
heart
and
our
whole
mind
.
God
's
blessing
will
then
be
upon
all
your
year
's
studies
.
But
,
above
and
beyond
all
,
let
this
retreat
be
one
to
which
you
can
look
back
in
after
years
when
maybe
you
are
far
from
this
college
and
among
very
different
surroundings
,
to
which
you
can
look
back
with
joy
and
thankfulness
and
give
thanks
to
God
for
having
granted
you
this
occasion
of
laying
the
first
foundation
of
a
pious
honourable
zealous
christian
life
.
And
if
,
as
may
so
happen
,
there
be
at
this
moment
in
these
benches
any
poor
soul
who
has
had
the
unutterable
misfortune
to
lose
God
's
holy
grace
and
to
fall
into
grievous
sin
,
I
fervently
trust
and
pray
that
this
retreat
may
be
the
turning
point
in
the
life
of
that
soul
.
I
pray
to
God
through
the
merits
of
His
zealous
servant
Francis
Xavier
,
that
such
a
soul
may
be
led
to
sincere
repentance
and
that
the
holy
communion
on
saint
Francis
's
day
of
this
year
may
be
a
lasting
covenant
between
God
and
that
soul
.
For
just
and
unjust
,
for
saint
and
sinner
alike
,
may
this
retreat
be
a
memorable
one
.
--
Help
me
,
my
dear
little
brothers
in
Christ
.
Help
me
by
your
pious
attention
,
by
your
own
devotion
,
by
your
outward
demeanour
.
Banish
from
your
minds
all
worldly
thoughts
and
think
only
of
the
last
things
,
death
,
judgement
,
hell
,
and
heaven
.
He
who
remembers
these
things
,
says
Ecclesiastes
,
shall
not
sin
for
ever
.
He
who
remembers
the
last
things
will
act
and
think
with
them
always
before
his
eyes
.
He
will
live
a
good
life
and
die
a
good
death
,
believing
and
knowing
that
,
if
he
has
sacrificed
much
in
this
earthly
life
,
it
will
be
given
to
him
a
hundredfold
and
a
thousandfold
more
in
the
life
to
come
,
in
the
kingdom
without
end
--
a
blessing
,
my
dear
boys
,
which
I
wish
you
from
my
heart
,
one
and
all
,
in
the
name
of
the
Father
and
of
the
Son
and
of
the
Holy
Ghost
.
Amen
!
As
he
walked
home
with
silent
companions
,
a
thick
fog
seemed
to
compass
his
mind
.
He
waited
in
stupor
of
mind
till
it
should
lift
and
reveal
what
it
had
hidden
.
He
ate
his
dinner
with
surly
appetite
and
when
the
meal
was
over
and
the
grease-strewn
plates
lay
abandoned
on
the
table
,
he
rose
and
went
to
the
window
,
clearing
the
thick
scum
from
his
mouth
with
his
tongue
and
licking
it
from
his
lips
.
So
he
had
sunk
to
the
state
of
a
beast
that
licks
his
chaps
after
meat
.
This
was
the
end
;
and
a
faint
glimmer
of
fear
began
to
pierce
the
fog
of
his
mind
.
He
pressed
his
face
against
the
pane
of
the
window
and
gazed
out
into
the
darkening
street
.
Forms
passed
this
way
and
that
through
the
dull
light
.
And
that
was
life
.
The
letters
of
the
name
of
Dublin
lay
heavily
upon
his
mind
,
pushing
one
another
surlily
hither
and
thither
with
slow
boorish
insistence
.
His
soul
was
fattening
and
congealing
into
a
gross
grease
,
plunging
ever
deeper
in
its
dull
fear
into
a
sombre
threatening
dusk
while
the
body
that
was
his
stood
,
listless
and
dishonoured
,
gazing
out
of
darkened
eyes
,
helpless
,
perturbed
,
and
human
for
a
bovine
god
to
stare
upon
.
The
next
day
brought
death
and
judgement
,
stirring
his
soul
slowly
from
its
listless
despair
.
The
faint
glimmer
of
fear
became
a
terror
of
spirit
as
the
hoarse
voice
of
the
preacher
blew
death
into
his
soul
.
He
suffered
its
agony
.
He
felt
the
death
chill
touch
the
extremities
and
creep
onward
towards
the
heart
,
the
film
of
death
veiling
the
eyes
,
the
bright
centres
of
the
brain
extinguished
one
by
one
like
lamps
,
the
last
sweat
oozing
upon
the
skin
,
the
powerlessness
of
the
dying
limbs
,
the
speech
thickening
and
wandering
and
failing
,
the
heart
throbbing
faintly
and
more
faintly
,
all
but
vanquished
,
the
breath
,
the
poor
breath
,
the
poor
helpless
human
spirit
,
sobbing
and
sighing
,
gurgling
and
rattling
in
the
throat
.
No
help
!
No
help
!
He
--
he
himself
--
his
body
to
which
he
had
yielded
was
dying
.
Into
the
grave
with
it
.
Nail
it
down
into
a
wooden
box
the
corpse
.
Carry
it
out
of
the
house
on
the
shoulders
of
hirelings
.
Thrust
it
out
of
men
's
sight
into
a
long
hole
in
the
ground
,
into
the
grave
,
to
rot
,
to
feed
the
mass
of
its
creeping
worms
and
to
be
devoured
by
scuttling
plump-bellied
rats
.
And
while
the
friends
were
still
standing
in
tears
by
the
bedside
the
soul
of
the
sinner
was
judged
.
At
the
last
moment
of
consciousness
the
whole
earthly
life
passed
before
the
vision
of
the
soul
and
,
ere
it
had
time
to
reflect
,
the
body
had
died
and
the
soul
stood
terrified
before
the
judgement
seat
.
God
,
who
had
long
been
merciful
,
would
then
be
just
.
