A FRIEND OF PHILOSOPHY. FOOTNOTES: [67] For the preceding article on the subject, see the July No. of _The Catholic World_. [68] _Esse est perfectissimum omnium; comparatur enim ad omnia ut actus. Nihil enim habet actualitatem nisi in quantum est; unde ipsum esse est actualitas omnium rerum, et etiam ipsarum formarum._--S. Thomas, _Summa Th._, p. 1 q. 4 a. 1. [69] Sanseverino, _Dynamilogia_, c. i. a. 1. [70] _Summa Th._, p. 1 q. 54 a. 3. [71] For he says that _esse non comparatur ad alia sicut recipiens ad receptum, sed magis ut receptum ad recipiens_ (p. 1 q. 4 a. 1); whence it is clear that the _potentia essendi_ is considered by him as the _recipient_ of actual existence. The same he teaches _Contra Gent._ lib. ii. c. 53, and in other places. [72] _Summa Th._, p. 1 q. 77 a. 1. [73] _Essay on the Human Understanding_, b. 2. c. 21. [74] _Materia ... per se nunquam potest esse; quia, quum in ratione sua non habeat aliquam formam, non potest esse in actu (quum esse in actu non sit nisi a forma), sed solum in potentia. Et ideo quidquid est in actu non potest dici materia prima._--S. Thomas Opusc. _De Principiis Naturæ_. [75] _Brownson's Quarterly Review_, July, 1873, p. 416. SELF-LOVE. BY AUBREY DE VERE. Light-winged Loves! they come; they flee: If we were dead, they'd never miss us: Self-Love! with thee is constancy-- Thine eyes could see but one, Narcissus. MADAME AGNES. FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES DUBOIS. CONCLUDED. CHAPTER XXVI. "Fais ce que dois, advienne que pourra!" Louis was thunderstruck at seeing Madeleine. He had not spoken a word to her for several days, and intended to maintain a reserve full of circumspection towards her. His connection with the family had twice given rise to the most malevolent interpretations, and he by no means wished a similar vexation to be repeated. He received the young girl with a coldness that was almost rude. "What do you wish?" said he. "To speak with you, monsieur. But I fear I have come at the wrong time. I will return at a later hour." "Not later, but elsewhere." "Why?" asked Madeleine, with _naïveté_. "But what have you so urgent to tell me?..." "Nothing concerning you, monsieur; it only relates to myself. I am so unhappy.... If I ventured to come here at this hour, it is because I feared being seen talking with you. I have a secret to confide to you which my parents alone are aware of. If they knew I told you, I do not know what they would do to me." "Where are your parents now?" "At my cousin's, a league off. They will not be back for several hours." Madeleine was so overwhelmed with grief and anxiety that Louis was filled with compassion. He motioned for her to be seated on a lounge before his desk, and then said: