“‘Wait patiently for Him and He will give thee the desire of thy heart,’ oh, heir of faithful Abraham!” “I weary sometimes, my loved teacher.” “So do we, of our brotherhood; but here is a thought of rest; this bead recalls ‘_Pentecost_.’ We are led of the Spirit, which guides to all truth and comforts by the way.” “But what has all this to do with Mary?” “Oh, here are two beads; one reminds us of her ‘_Assumption_’ into heaven, the other of her ‘_Crowning_.’” “Was she crowned?” “Yea, in heaven, for the Son of Mary promised to His faithful ones this exaltation; ‘_I appoint unto you a Kingdom as my Father hath appointed unto me_, ye which have continued with me in my temptation.’ Surely, she that followed him from the pains of parturition, as an outcast, to the Cross and the sepulcher, CONTINUED!” “I would I could have been there to enter the race for such crowning.” “‘He hath made us kings and priests unto God; if we suffer we shall also reign with Him,’ Jew.” “Hallelujah! would I could shout it to heaven; no, I do; but rather to all Jewry!” exclaimed the Israelite. “John was only a ‘voice crying in the wilderness,’ as he thought, but he was heard at the palace and down the ages. Even now I voice his words in this lone place.” “Thou didst not tell me of the meaning of that black and red pendant,” said Ichabod, interrupting. “Oh, _Gethsemane_, Jesus, the intercessor for the world, ‘who ever lives to intercede.’ The black sign is of that.” “Then I’ve a Saviour in glory praying for me. Oh, this is balm and water to me! Why do I dare to think of myself as a poor Jew! God pity; no, forgive me! I, repining sometimes and yet defended in glory; honored by royal adoption, elected of God, called to kingship!” “How we do go up and down; sometimes thou, sometimes I. Now I’m leading, awhile ago ’twas thou. Yea, we are all dependants; but this is healthful meditation, Ichabod, and thy confession rebukes me as well.” “Is this all of the feast?” “Oh, no. Here are some tokens to remind us of Mary’s life; so brief, so useful. See, here, five gems that remind us of the wounds of her son; her wounds as well, for the sword that pierced Him pierced through to her soul also. At each of these emblems we ‘Rosary Brothers’ repeat the Lord’s Prayer. Last of all, reverently clasping this crucifix, we sacredly repeat the Apostle’s Creed, the same as I taught thee at Jericho.” “I remember, as I do the water courses, when thirsty.” “What think’st thou of all this formality? Is it like the Arabic mummeries?” “No, they are mocking devils, are they not?” “I am not to judge of their sincerity, nor their needs, nor art thou.” “Master, I wish I could be a Rosary Brother. Methinks it would help my ambling faith sometimes, if I could touch a token.”