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Irish Jesuit Province A Sonnet on the Sonnet Author(s): M. M. Source: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 21, No. 243 (Sep., 1893), p. 472 Published by: Irish Jesuit Province Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20498573 . Accessed: 12/06/2014 20:24 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . Irish Jesuit Province is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Irish Monthly. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 62.122.79.56 on Thu, 12 Jun 2014 20:24:05 PM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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Irish Jesuit Province

A Sonnet on the SonnetAuthor(s): M. M.Source: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 21, No. 243 (Sep., 1893), p. 472Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20498573 .

Accessed: 12/06/2014 20:24

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472 The Irish Monthly.

same roof with him at Laval-and " Adolf Kolping, the Apostle of

Workingmen," of whom we have never heard before. He was a German priest, who died on the 8th of December, 1865, aged 53; he had devoted himself to the service of artisans, for whom he had

established a religious confederation, spread over Germany, and still doing great good work among the working classes. We must end for this month by merely naming two ascetic works, old and new. The old one is a new edition of " Practical Instructions of St. Francis

de Sales," published by James Duffy and Co., Dublin; and the new one is a Latin spiritual treatise by the Dominican Father Matthew Rousset, Directoriurn A8eeticum, published by Herder, of Friburg.

8. The Redemptorist Father, O.R. Vassall, to whom we already owe a very interesting and well written Life of the Blessed Clement

H6fbauer, has now given us the biography of a laybrother of his beloved Congregation of the Most Holy Redeemer, the Blessed

Gerard Majella. The title-page bears a publisher's name that we have never seen before; it is published by Charles M. Rock, 106

Great Russell Street, London. The Iffe and character of this holy man are extremely entertaining and attractive, and they lose nothing by Father Vassall's clear and agreeable style. Supernatural marvels are not wanting, and many most edifying extracts are given from the

Saintly laybrother's spiritual notes. The book is produced very elegantly in good binding for half a crown; tbat it can also be had in a stiff paper cover for one shilling.

A SONNET ON THE SONNET. HE first

line of a sonnet is a door

Into a room from Fancy's entrance hall; A little room, so narrow that the wall

Just holds one picture from the tenant's store.

Yet see,-'tis but a mirror, set before

The window pane, and as you turn to find

What made it seem so real, or you so blind,

You gaze,on verities he loves still more.

For towards the end he throws the window wide

To win a glimpse of beauty's peeds upspringing,

Trim paths of pleasantness that need no guide,

Where to Truth's stem imagination's clinging

Like ivy, till you fdin would fare outside, For overhead you hear the heavens are singing.

M. M.

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