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Life of St John Vianney.pdf - the Catholic Kingdom!

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&quot;You&quot;&quot;&quot;BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD. 7In <strong>the</strong> long winter evenings he would sit for hours byhis mo<strong>the</strong>r s side, talking with her <strong>of</strong> God and holy things,till her heart swelled with ^joy that her long-cherishedhopes were thus being realised in <strong>the</strong> early sanctity <strong>of</strong> herchild. Devotion to <strong>the</strong> Blessed Virgin was <strong>the</strong> sentimentearliest developed in his soul.have long loved <strong>the</strong> Blessed Virgin,&quot;said hisassistant priest to him one day.I loved her even before I knew her,&quot; replied he ;was my first affection. When I was quite little I had apretty little rosary, to which rny sister took a fancy; shewanted to have it. This was one <strong>of</strong> myfirst troubles. Iwent to consult my mo<strong>the</strong>r about it. She advised me togive it up for <strong>the</strong> love <strong>of</strong> God. I obeyed; but it cost memany tears.&quot;All <strong>the</strong>se holy affections grew with his growth prayer;was his delight before he understood it to be his duty. Itwas <strong>the</strong> spontaneous language <strong>of</strong> his lips, which were neverpr<strong>of</strong>aned by any <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> coarse and unbefitting words socommonly learned by village children. He was shieldedfrom <strong>the</strong> knowledge <strong>of</strong> evil by <strong>the</strong> pure atmosphere <strong>of</strong> hisfa<strong>the</strong>r^ house, and he seldom left his mo<strong>the</strong>r s side but toitretire to some quiet corner to pour out his heart to hisheavenly Mo<strong>the</strong>r.When he was about four years old, he one day disappeared and could nowhere be found. His mo<strong>the</strong>i, havinglong sought him with increasing anxiety, found him at laston his knees, in a corner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> stable, praying most fervently. Suppressing her feeling <strong>of</strong> joy and admiration, shereproved him severely for <strong>the</strong> trouble and anxiety he hadoccasioned. Why, my child, have you caused me allthis uneasiness, and why have you taken it into yourhead to hide yourself from me to say your prayers?&quot;

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