and the saints at her glorious coronation. Brethren, such are the beautiful thoughts that occupy the mind while our lips are praising God in language commended by Himself, and our hands keeping time to our thoughts and words on a little instrument invented for her wayward children by our own loving Mother. Every faculty of our mind and body is by this method of prayer brought into play and directed heavenward, so that with right good reason one of the Fathers has said of the Rosary that it is the queen of indulgenced devotions.
Not least among the many excellences of this prayer is its suitability to all classes of men — to every condition of life. It is the devotion of the family circle. Many of us will remember the old homestead of long ago, where, at the quiet evening hour, our good parents and their little ones knelt around the hearth and joined with simple fervor in reciting the Rosary. Who does not remember that happy moment when for the first time it was his proud privilege to lisp his own decade? For so simple is this devotion that the merest child can practice it; so easy that the most uncultivated mind can follow it. It inspires thoughts worthy of the loftiest intellect, emotions that satisfy the cravings of the most fervent heart, and aspirations that lead innumerable souls to God. It unites all, high and low, in the bonds of equality and brotherhood. I have in my mind at the present moment a little chapel where you may often see a royal queen and a lowly peasant addressing the same prayers to the same Mary,
