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BethlehemAuthor(s): John CunninghamSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 32, No. 367 (Jan., 1904), pp. 34-35Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20500552 .

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I4 THE IRISH MONTHLY

"One flatters, Queself one is a Ohristian, and one wakep up to

find one is --." The young man shrugged his shQulders.

"Mortal? Well, humble yourself, my friend. It's a fine

thing to lick the dust sometimes. Not that Mrs. Greene gives us

much of an opportunity here. I warn you both "-Father Matthew

looke4 at the chess-board standing between the combatants-", she

has her eye on that board. If you don't finish to-night, I advise

a notice-' Not to be dusted; by Father -John's desire.' I declare

it's hard on a respectoible woman to deprive her of the right to her

duster." "Mrs. Greene is certainly a, very cleanly woman." Father

John drew a finger across the dusty board.

"c Cleanly! No one bas greater respect than myself for soap

and water, but I don't know that I want to die, before my time, of

rheumatism."

Father, Matthew looked with ruefulness at the well-scoured

boards that lay in damp nakedness between the skirting board

of the room and its carpeted centre.

"What's that you quote, Father John, about 'Virtue in

excess'?" Father John, his thoughts on his move, did not answer.

";Well, I'll leave you and Mr. ILycett in peace." Father

M4atthew took up his book, and laid it down again. He had plenty

to think about, he told himself with a sigh. FRaANCES MAITLAND.

(To be continued.)

BETHLEHEM

TN swaddling clothes arrayed,

An infant mild

He whom the holy maid Bore undefiled

Come from the adoring skies, Loving to earth,

Spurned from its threshold lies,

Outcast at birtn.

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BETHLEHEM 35

Cold is the night and bare

The stable walls: Borne on the gusty air,

At intervals The spectral snow flits round

The refuge drear,

Alone for Mary fougd

Wtat time the near Inhospitable town

Refused her grace To bring the Holy One,

Of David's race,

Forth in its crowded inn.

Meek Joseph's brow Betrayed his anguish then;

In anguish now

He bows, and helplessness, Nor yet his own,

But Mary's needs oppress Him-him alone;

,For Mary's brow revyals

No answering pare: No pang her bosom feels

Christ resteth there Rests, and her fond embrace,

With love divine,

Repays: His form, His face

Transfigured shine. Bleak walls no more surround

Her wondering- eyes: Beyond the earth!_s dark_bound

The starry skies She journeyeth-ways untrod,

Till, lotI she's given To see her child, her God

Supreme in Heaven.

JOHN CUNNINGHAM, 0. C,

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