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Sunday
was
dedicated
to
the
mystery
of
the
Holy
Trinity
,
Monday
to
the
Holy
Ghost
,
Tuesday
to
the
Guardian
Angels
,
Wednesday
to
saint
Joseph
,
Thursday
to
the
Most
Blessed
Sacrament
of
the
Altar
,
Friday
to
the
Suffering
Jesus
,
Saturday
to
the
Blessed
Virgin
Mary
.
Every
morning
he
hallowed
himself
anew
in
the
presence
of
some
holy
image
or
mystery
.
His
day
began
with
an
heroic
offering
of
its
every
moment
of
thought
or
action
for
the
intentions
of
the
sovereign
pontiff
and
with
an
early
mass
.
The
raw
morning
air
whetted
his
resolute
piety
;
and
often
as
he
knelt
among
the
few
worshippers
at
the
side-altar
,
following
with
his
interleaved
prayer-book
the
murmur
of
the
priest
,
he
glanced
up
for
an
instant
towards
the
vested
figure
standing
in
the
gloom
between
the
two
candles
,
which
were
the
old
and
the
new
testaments
,
and
imagined
that
he
was
kneeling
at
mass
in
the
catacombs
.
His
daily
life
was
laid
out
in
devotional
areas
.
By
means
of
ejaculations
and
prayers
he
stored
up
ungrudgingly
for
the
souls
in
purgatory
centuries
of
days
and
quarantines
and
years
;
yet
the
spiritual
triumph
which
he
felt
in
achieving
with
ease
so
many
fabulous
ages
of
canonical
penances
did
not
wholly
reward
his
zeal
of
prayer
,
since
he
could
never
know
how
much
temporal
punishment
he
had
remitted
by
way
of
suffrage
for
the
agonizing
souls
;
and
fearful
lest
in
the
midst
of
the
purgatorial
fire
,
which
differed
from
the
infernal
only
in
that
it
was
not
everlasting
,
his
penance
might
avail
no
more
than
a
drop
of
moisture
,
he
drove
his
soul
daily
through
an
increasing
circle
of
works
of
supererogation
.
Every
part
of
his
day
,
divided
by
what
he
regarded
now
as
the
duties
of
his
station
in
life
,
circled
about
its
own
centre
of
spiritual
energy
.
His
life
seemed
to
have
drawn
near
to
eternity
;
every
thought
,
word
,
and
deed
,
every
instance
of
consciousness
could
be
made
to
revibrate
radiantly
in
heaven
;
and
at
times
his
sense
of
such
immediate
repercussion
was
so
lively
that
he
seemed
to
feel
his
soul
in
devotion
pressing
like
fingers
the
keyboard
of
a
great
cash
register
and
to
see
the
amount
of
his
purchase
start
forth
immediately
in
heaven
,
not
as
a
number
but
as
a
frail
column
of
incense
or
as
a
slender
flower
.
The
rosaries
,
too
,
which
he
said
constantly
--
for
he
carried
his
beads
loose
in
his
trousers
'
pockets
that
he
might
tell
them
as
he
walked
the
streets
--
transformed
themselves
into
coronals
of
flowers
of
such
vague
unearthly
texture
that
they
seemed
to
him
as
hueless
and
odourless
as
they
were
nameless
.
He
offered
up
each
of
his
three
daily
chaplets
that
his
soul
might
grow
strong
in
each
of
the
three
theological
virtues
,
in
faith
in
the
Father
Who
had
created
him
,
in
hope
in
the
Son
Who
had
redeemed
him
and
in
love
of
the
Holy
Ghost
Who
had
sanctified
him
;
and
this
thrice
triple
prayer
he
offered
to
the
Three
Persons
through
Mary
in
the
name
of
her
joyful
and
sorrowful
and
glorious
mysteries
.
On
each
of
the
seven
days
of
the
week
he
further
prayed
that
one
of
the
seven
gifts
of
the
Holy
Ghost
might
descend
upon
his
soul
and
drive
out
of
it
day
by
day
the
seven
deadly
sins
which
had
defiled
it
in
the
past
;
and
he
prayed
for
each
gift
on
its
appointed
day
,
confident
that
it
would
descend
upon
him
,
though
it
seemed
strange
to
him
at
times
that
wisdom
and
understanding
and
knowledge
were
so
distinct
in
their
nature
that
each
should
be
prayed
for
apart
from
the
others
.
Yet
he
believed
that
at
some
future
stage
of
his
spiritual
progress
this
difficulty
would
be
removed
when
his
sinful
soul
had
been
raised
up
from
its
weakness
and
enlightened
by
the
Third
Person
of
the
Most
Blessed
Trinity
.
He
believed
this
all
the
more
,
and
with
trepidation
,
because
of
the
divine
gloom
and
silence
wherein
dwelt
the
unseen
Paraclete
,
Whose
symbols
were
a
dove
and
a
mighty
wind
,
to
sin
against
Whom
was
a
sin
beyond
forgiveness
,
the
eternal
mysterious
secret
Being
to
Whom
,
as
God
,
the
priests
offered
up
mass
once
a
year
,
robed
in
the
scarlet
of
the
tongues
of
fire
.
The
imagery
through
which
the
nature
and
kinship
of
the
Three
Persons
of
the
Trinity
were
darkly
shadowed
forth
in
the
books
of
devotion
which
he
read
--
the
Father
contemplating
from
all
eternity
as
in
a
mirror
His
Divine
Perfections
and
thereby
begetting
eternally
the
Eternal
Son
and
the
Holy
Spirit
proceeding
out
of
Father
and
Son
from
all
eternity
--
were
easier
of
acceptance
by
his
mind
by
reason
of
their
august
incomprehensibility
than
was
the
simple
fact
that
God
had
loved
his
soul
from
all
eternity
,
for
ages
before
he
had
been
born
into
the
world
,
for
ages
before
the
world
itself
had
existed
.
He
had
heard
the
names
of
the
passions
of
love
and
hate
pronounced
solemnly
on
the
stage
and
in
the
pulpit
,
had
found
them
set
forth
solemnly
in
books
and
had
wondered
why
his
soul
was
unable
to
harbour
them
for
any
time
or
to
force
his
lips
to
utter
their
names
with
conviction
.
A
brief
anger
had
often
invested
him
but
he
had
never
been
able
to
make
it
an
abiding
passion
and
had
always
felt
himself
passing
out
of
it
as
if
his
very
body
were
being
divested
with
ease
of
some
outer
skin
or
peel
.
