expression of faith that is true. The story of the miracle is very beautiful, especially for the spirit in which the good Cardinal performs the duty that the children ask of him. He addresses Fabien:
"My poor child, I want you to understand quite
clearly how sorry I am for you, and how willingly
I would do anything in the world to make you a
strong, well, and happy boy. But you must not
fancy that I can cure you. I told your little friends
yesterday that I was not a saint, such as you read
about in story-books,—and that I could not work
miracles, because I am not worthy to be so filled
with the Divine Spirit as to heal with a touch like
the better servants of our Blessed Lord. Nevertheless
I firmly believe that if God saw that it was
good for you to be strong and well, He would find
ways to make you so. Sometimes sickness and
sorrow are sent to us for our advantage,—sometimes
even death comes to us for our larger benefit,
though we may not understand how it is so till
afterwards. But in heaven everything will be made
clear; and even our griefs will be turned into joys,—do
you understand?"
"Yes," murmured Fabien gravely, but two large tears welled up in his plaintive eyes as the faint glimmer of hope he had encouraged as to the possibility of his being miraculously cured by the touch of a saintly Cardinal, expired in the lonely darkness of his little afflicted soul.
"That is well," continued the Cardinal kindly—"And now, since it is so difficult for you to kneel, you shall stay where you are in my arms,—so!—" and he set him on his knee in a position of even greater comfort than before. "You shall simply shut your eyes, and clasp your little hands together,
