The Catholic World, Vol. 21, April, 1875, to September, 1875

part in it. But there were only vague, confused reports, which, far from

calming my agitation, only served to increase it.

One evening I remained later than usual at church. Prostrate before one of the altars, which was lit up with a great number of tapers, I could not tear myself away, though night had come and the church was almost deserted. It was one of those dark, painful...