ay Raphael's gentle art and healing hand, hich gave blind Tobit old to see the light, ave all around his soothing influence bland, cattering our body's ills, and spirit's blight.

-om Thee, sole Fountain of all good below, ing of the heavenly hosts, our praise begun, Thee shall end. "Tis truth Thy name to know, nd life to trust in Thee, the Three in One.

Amen.

Z

GUARDIAN ANGELS.

AT THE VESPERS.

Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?-HEB. i.

"Custodes hominum psallimus Angelos."

AND are there then celestial habitants,
Whom a kind Father's care around us plants,
Sent to walk with us in our earthly trance?

Yes, Heav'n's undying outcast, in dark hate
Of those whom God hath call'd to his lost state,
Ever around our pathway lies in wait.

And these blest guardians at high Heav'n's command Dwell round about our homes, with unseen wand Watchful to ward his wiles, and hold our hand.

All praise to God the Father of the Word,
All praise to God the Son with one accord,
All praise to Thee, the Holy Ghost ador'd.

AT THE MATTINS.

I say unto you, that in Heaven their angels do always behold e face of My Father, which is in Heaven.-MATT. xviii.

"Regnator orbis summus et arbiter."

WHERE the angelic hosts adore Thee,
Thou o'er earth and Heav'n dost reign,
At Thy word they rose before Thee,
And Thy breath doth them sustain.
From high angels Thee attending,
Thou dost faithful guardians send;
In mysterious ways descending,
May they keep us to the end.

Keep us, else with wiles deceiving
The persuader of all ill,

Round his deadly meshes weaving,
The lost soul will rend and kill.
All Creation bows before Thee,

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost:
Highest angels that adore Thee

Succour and sustain the lost.

ON THE VIGIL OF ALL SAINTS' DAY.

AT MIDNIGHT.

God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there sh be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall the be any more pain.-REV. xxi.

'Pugnate Christi milites."

SOLDIERS, Who to Christ belong,
In your burnish'd faith be strong,
For God's promise it is sure,
His rewards they shall endure.

Come away

Where no shadows in a glass,
Where no things that come and pass
To decay-

But the leaf that shall not fade,

And the lights that know no shade
Ever stay.

Where, the happy skies above,
Is the house of them that love
All the day;

And good spirits o'er our head,
As on happy stars they tread,
Sing alway.

Here on earth ye can but clasp
Things that perish in the grasp.
While ye may,

Lift your faces to the skies,

God Himself shall be your prize.
Come away

Where the happy heavenly host
Sing Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;

For His promise it is sure,
His rewards they shall endure.