disposed the bruised limbs in their proper places; and then betook himself to prayer. After some time, he rose up, and made the sign of the cross over the corpse; then lifting his hands to heaven, he himself being, by the power of God, at the same time raised from the ground, and suspended in the air, he cried out with a loud voice, Napoleon, I say to thee in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, arise.' That instant, in the sight of the whole multitude, the young man arose, sound and whole. Not only all present, but the whole city, particularly the sacred college and the Pope, gave solemn thanks to the Almighty, who, in their unhappy days, had vouchsafed to renew the wonders which he had wrought in the establishment of his church.” So far Butler.

To conclude, this blessed and apostolical man; this father of one of the greatest orders in the church of God; this thaumaturgus of his age, approached his happy end. He foresaw it, long before it happened. Setting out on a journey from Bologna for Milan, he said to his friends on parting, "You now see me well in health; but before the glorious assumption of the Virgin Mother, I shall depart hence to the Lord." He returned to Bologna in the heats of summer, and was seized with a burning fever. Having borne his sickness with the greatest cheerfulness, he gave his last exhortation, or testament as he called it, to his brethren; received the holy sacraments, and calmly expired on the 6th of August, 1221; being fifty-one years old. Cardinal Hugolin, the uncle of the young Lord whom he had raised to life, performed his funeral obsequies; and thirteen years after, being raised to the pontifical chair, under

the name of Gregory the Ninth, had the very singular joy of enrolling his beloved and holy friend among the canonized Saints of God.

Oh! Church of the Saints! Oh! Church of miracles! Oh! Church, which alone canst claim the one! Oh! Church, which alone canst boast the other! Would sectaries, as they do, disown both, if they could shew a right to either? Would they despise Saints, if they had them? Would they decry miracles, if they performed them? How comes it that the Catholic Church alone doth claim them? The answer is obvious -because the Catholic Church alone doth own them. The word " Forgery" is soon said. It is the word of ignorance. How comes it that sectaries have never produced accounts of saints and miracles? Would they not be glad to produce them? What could serve their purpose better? Why, then, are they silent as death? Why? Because they have them not; because forgeries would be detected; because facts, and facts alone could give rise to those accounts, vhich, interwoven as they are with the very history of the times, rest precisely on the same testimony, and command precisely the same credit, as the public revolutions of the world, of which none but the fool affects to doubt. Oh! Church, which alone canst produce these accounts! Oh! Church, which alone canst trace thy pedigree to Jesus! On his promise we believe thee. We require not miracles, to tell us thou art his. St. Paul says, that "signs" are presented to infidels for their conversion; not to the faithful, who, already believing, stand in no need of them for that purpose. They are, in fact, but the condescensions of the merciful Almighty, to the weakness or obstinacy

of unbelievers. But as to us, who believe, who know the truth; when we read them; when we hear them; when we even see them; they only tell us, that we have been right, and make us cling more closely to that faith, which life nor death shall ever sever from our souls. Oh! faith of all the Saints! oh! faith of Dominic! oh! faith, founded by miracles; resting on facts; attested by history; immutable through ages! alone consistent with thyself; alone demonstrated by reason; alone accounting for thy dogmas; alone explanatory of past and present events; alone (and this is the main point) alone adapted to the nature and the wants of Man! Oh! Catholic faith, which Dominic preached, practised, and proved; proved by his sanctity, his miracles, his words, his deeds, his life, his death! Oh! Catholic faith, may we always adhere to thee! and what is of equal importance, may we always square our conduct by thy dictates! that so, with Dominic, and through his prayers, we may enjoy the eternal company of thy Author and Consummator-Christ Jesus! A blessing, &c.

The Eighteenth Sermon will be the Panegyric of ST. FRANCIS, FOUNDER OF THE FRIAR MINORS.-Text-" At that time Jesus answered, and said, I give thanks to thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them to little ones. Yea, Father; for so hath it seemed good in thy sight." St. Matt. c. xi, v. 25, 26.

SERMON XVIII.

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OF

THE REV. RICHARD HAYES.

ST. FRANCIS, FOUNDER OF THE FRIAR
MINORS.

At that time Jesus answered, and said: I give thanks to thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them to little ones. Yea, Father; for so hath it seemed good in thy sight.

St. Matt. c. xi, v. 25.

YES, Jesus! it hath seemed good in the sight of thy heavenly Father, to reveal the wonders of his divinity to the little ones, and hide them from the wise and prudent. It hath seemed good to Him, who beholds all things as they truly are, to give his grace to the humble-the little in their own eyes; and to resist the proud-the wise and prudent in the eyes of the world. It hath seemed good to him, to look upon the humility of his handmaid, Mary, and to choose the lowliest, but the purest, of virgins for the Mother of Thee, his Eternal Son. It hath seemed good to his omnipotence, that Thou, the same God with himself, the Lord of heaven and of earth, shouldst be born, not in the regal splendor of a palace, but in the miserable shelter of a manger; that thou

shouldst live, thy whole life long, the outcast of this haughty world; despised by the grandees and wise ones of the earth, and cherished by the humblest of the poor; called a madman, in the commencement of thy divine mission; and, after all thy miracles and heavenly doctrine, clothed in the garb of contempt, as a fool. It hath seemed good in the eyes of thy Almighty Father, to deliver thee up, naked and forlorn, to the most shameful of torments, to the most ignominious of deaths. And, why this abject humi. liation of Thee, who art the splendor of thy Father's glory? Thou thyself hast said it"that men might learn of thee, to be meek and humble of heart."

By pride, the angels fell; by pride, man lost his birth-right, and exchanged the friendship of his God, for the slavery of that rebelspirit, whose title is "Prince over all the sons of pride." By humility, therefore, by humility the most profound, by self-debasement the most abject, thou, O Jesus! didst repair the ruin caused to man by pride. Humility commenced, humility continued, humility crowned thy work of redemption. Humble, thyself, none but the humble wouldst thou honor with a participation in thy victory over the pride of the world and of hell. Thy cross, that trophy of thy victory; that throne, whereon thou reignest, in all the grandeur of thy humility; thy cross, that stumblingblock to the Jews; that scandal to the Gentiles; was erected in the hearts of mankind, not by the wise according to the flesh; not by the mighty; not by the noble; but by a few illiterate, feeble, lowly fishermen of Galilee. For, "the foolish things of the world