The glories of MaryLiguori, Alfonso Maria de', Saint
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The glories of Mary
Liguori, Alfonso Maria de', Saint
Mary, Blessed Virgin, Saint -- Early works to 1800
He was hung upon the gallows, but the Virgin
prevented his death. She herself released him, and said to him: “Return
to the monastery; do penance; and when you shall see in my hand a paper
containing the pardon of thy sins, then prepare to die.” Ernest returned,
and having related all to the abbot, did great penance. After many years,
he saw in the hand of Mary the paper containing his pardon; he then
prepared for his last end, and died a holy death.
PRAYER.
Oh Mary, sovereign queen, and worthy mother of my God, most holy Mary!
Finding myself so vile, so laden with sin, I dare not approach thee
and call thee mother. But I cannot let my miseries deprive me of the
consolation and confidence I feel in calling thee mother. I know that
I deserve to be rejected by thee, but I pray thee to consider what thy
son Jesus has done and suffered for me; and then cast me from thee if
thou canst. I am a poor sinner, who, more than others, have despised the
divine Majesty; but the evil is already done. To thee I have recourse:
thou canst help me; oh, my mother, help me. Do not say that thou canst
not aid me, for I know that thou art omnipotent, and dost obtain whatever
thou desirest from thy God. If then thou sayest that thou canst not help
me, at least tell me to whom I must have recourse for succor in my deep
distress. With St. Anselm, I will say to thee, and to thy Son: Have
pity on me, oh thou, my Redeemer, and pardon me, thou my mother, and
recommend me to pardon; or teach me to whom I may have recourse, who is
more compassionate than you, and in whom I may have more confidence. No,
neither in heaven nor on earth can I find one who has more compassion
for the miserable, or who can aid me more than you. Thou, oh Jesus, art
my father, and thou, oh Mary, art my mother. You love those who are the
most wretched, and you seek to save them. I am worthy of hell, and of all
beings the most miserable; you need not to seek me, neither do I ask you
to seek me; I present myself to you with a sure hope that I shall not be
abandoned by you. Behold me at your feet; my Jesus, pardon me; my Mary,
help me.
CHAPTER II.
VITA, DULCEDO.
Our life, our sweetness.
SECTION I.
MARY IS OUR LIFE, BECAUSE SHE OBTAINS FOR US THE PARDON OF OUR SINS.
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