IV. The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary into Heaven.

Let us contemplate, in this mystery, how the glorious Virgin, twelve years after the resurrection of her Son, passed out of this world unto him, and was by him assumed into heaven, accompanied by the holy Angels. Our Father, &c.

Prayer.

O MOST prudent Virgin, who, entering the heavenly palaces, didst fill the angels with joy and man with hope; vouchsafe to intercede for us at the hour of our death, that, being delivered from the illusions and temptations of the devil, we may joyfully and securely pass out of this temporal state, to enjoy the happiness of eternal life. Amen.

V. The Coronation of the most Blessed Virgin Mary in Heaven.

Let us contemplate, in this mystery, how the glorious Virgin Mary was, to the great jubilee and exultation of the whole court of heaven, and particular glory of all the saints, crowned by her Son with the brightest diadem of glory.

Our Father, &c.

Prayer.

O GLORIOUS Queen of all the heavenly host; we beseech thee accept this Rosary, which, as a crown of roses, we offer at thy feet; and grant,

most gracious Lady, that, by thy intercession, our souls may be inflamed with so ardent a desire of seeing thee so gloriously crowned, that it may never die within us, until it shall be changed into the happy fruition of thy blessed sight. Amen.

Salve Regina, &c., as before.

Memorare to Our Lady of the Sacred Heart.

REMEMBER, Our Lady of the Sacred Heart, the boundless power which thou possessest over the heart of thy Divine Son. Confiding entirely in thy merits, I now implore thy protection, O glorious Queen of the heart of Jesus, of that heart which is the inexhaustible source of all graces, and which thou canst open at thy will, in order to pour down upon mankind all the treasures of love and mercy, of light and salvation which it contains; grant me, I implore thee, the favour which I ask for. No! I cannot meet with a refusal; and since thou art my mother, I beseech thee to hear and grant my prayer.

Homns to the Blessed Virgin.

HAIL, thou Star of Ocean,
Portal of the sky!
Ever Virgin Mother

Of the Lord most high!

I.

Oh! by Gabriel's Ave,
Uttered long ago;
Eva's name reversing,
'Stablish

peace below.

Break the captive's fetters;
Light on blindness pour;
All our ills expelling,
Every bliss implore.

Show thyself a mother;
Offer him our sighs
Who for us incarnate
Did not thee despise.

Virgin of all virgins!

To thy shelter take us: Gentlest of the gentle ! [us. Chaste and gentle make Still as on we journey, Help our weak endea

vour,

Till with thee and Jesus
We rejoice for ever.

Through the highest heaven,

To the Almighty Three,

Father, Son, and Spirit,

One same glory be.

Amen.

II.

Hail, Queen of Heav'n, the ocean Star,
Guide of the wanderer here below!
Thrown on life's surge we claim thy care,
Save us from peril and from woe.
Mother of Christ, Star of the sea,
Pray for the wanderer, pray for me.

O gentle, chaste, and spotless Maid,
We sinners make our prayers through thee;
Remind thy Son that he has paid

The price of our iniquity.

Virgin most pure, Star of the sea,
Pray for the sinner, pray for me.

Sojourners in this vale of tears,
To thee, blest Advocate, we cry;
Pity our sorrows, calm our fears,
And soothe with hope our misery.
Refuge in grief, Star of the sca,
Pray for the mourner, pray for me.

And while to him who reigns above,
In Godhead one, in Persons Three,
The Source of life, of grace, of love,
Homage we pay on bended knee;
Do thou, bright Queen, Star of the sea,
Pray for thy children, pray for me.

STABAT MATER.

Stabat Mater dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrymosa,
Dum pendebat Filius,

Cujus animam gementem,
Contristatam, et dolentem,
Pertransivit gladius.

O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigeniti.

Quæ morebat, et dolebat,
Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati pœnas inclyti.

Quis est homo qui non
fleret,
Matrem Christi si videret
In tanto supplicio?

At the Cross her station keeping,

Stood the mournful Mother weeping,

Close to Jesus to the last: Through her heart, his sorrow sharing, All his bitter anguish bearing,

Now at length the sword
had pass'd.

Oh, how sad and sore dis-
tress'd
Was that mother highly
blest

Of the sole-begotten One! Christ above in torment hangs;

She beneath beholds the

pangs

Of her dying glorious Son. Is there one who would not

weep, Whelm'd in miseries so deep Christ's dear Mother to behold?