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SAINT STANISLAUS 

  My Reverend Father, it is because I want to become a saint.  

 SAINT FRANCIS  

 Don't you know, my child, that one can become a saint anywhere; it's not the habit or the title of the Jesuits that works this marvel.  

 SAINT STANISLAUS  

 How then is it, my Father, that all Jesuits are saints ?  

 SAINT FRANCIS  

 All are not saints, and the proof is that I, their General, am a mere sinner.  

 SAINT STANISLAUS  

 How can you say such a thing without lying, my Reverend Fa­ther? The whole world says you are a saint who performs miracles.  

 SAINT FRANCIS  

 The world is mistaken, my child, no need to make much of its judgment. If ever that liar comes murmuring such flatteries in your ears, humble yourself and consider what you are in God's eyes.  

 SAINT STANISLAUS  

 O my Father! even if I could work miracles, it doesn't seem to me that I'd be able to be proud; the memory of my earlier life would not be erased from my memory. Ah! I am a miserable per­son, unworthy of the graces of the Good God!... (He weeps.)  

 SAINT FRANCIS  

 The Lord pardons even the greatest faults, but I wouldn't believe you guilty of crimes. To unburden yourself of your sins,if you’re willing to confess them to me, Brother Augusti will leave the room.   

 SAINT STANISLAUS, stopping Brother Augusti.  

 No, my brother, stay; since I'm going to be living with you, I want you to know the reasons for my repentance, so you will treat me as I deserve. (He kneels before Saint Francis. ) My Father, in His mercy, the Good God has deigned to call me to Him, from the dawn ' of my life; but, rather than telling my direc­tor of this calling, I resisted the grace that summoned me for eighteen months. (He lays his head on Saint Francis' knees and weeps bitterly.) 

  SAINT FRANCIS, very moved. 

  My poor child, console yourself; your fault is atoned for by the sincere repentance you have shown. The memory of this failing in faith, far from   

 

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nagging at your soul, will keep it humble, and you know it: there is no sacrifice more pleasing to God than that of a contrite and humbled heart.

SAINT STANISLAUS

- my Father, what unspeakable consolation you pour over my soul!... Oh! I beg that you'll now teach me how I may be­come a saint and make up for the time I've lost.

SAINT FRANCIS

I think the only wav will be for you to despise yourself sin­cerely, to think the best of others, and to prove to them by
every means possible the love that consumes your heart. If you make obedience the rule and the guardian of your charity, you'll be able to do much good in a short time.

There's a knock at the door. Brother Augusti goes to answer and comes back earning a letter which he gives, on bended knee, to Saint Francis, whispering a few words to him.

SAINT FRANCIS, opening the envelope.

Brother Stanislaus, here's a letter from Poland; your father's writing vou. (He hands him the letter.) Read it right now.

Saint Stanislaus reads the letter, then he begins to cry again.

SAINT FRANCIS

What's upsetting you, my child? Do you regret having joined the Society of Jesus?

SAINT STANISLAUS

Oh no, my Father! I weep at seeing that my parents do not understand the Gift of God. They say I am unworthy of my ancestors and that I have dishonored their family. There is more honor, however, more nobility and glory for our house from my being here as the least among the great servants of God than if I were to become, in the world, more famous than any of my ancestors.

SAINT FRANCIS

You're right, my son; I hope that one day your parents will approve of your vocation, but as to that, did not Our Lord Jesus say. "I did not come to bring peace, but the sword. Who loves his father and mother more than me is unworthy of me."

SAINT STANISLAUS, raising his eye to Heaven.

Now I can say, with the psalmist: "My father and my mother have abandoned me, but the Lord has cared for me. I have chosen to be among the least in the house of my God, rather than live in the tents of the worldly."  

 

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SAINT FRANCIS

My dear child, I can see that God Himself brought you here and wants you to stay here. In a few days, I shall give you the sacred habit; prepare yourself for this grace in silence and reflection. Thank the Lord who's granted you the great favor of living in His house. (He puts his hand on Brother Augusti's head.) I give you Brother Augusti as your angel; he'll instruct you in your external duties. I know your souls resemble each other; further, I grant you permission to share your thoughts and the graces the Lord has been pleased to heap upon His children. (He stands up.) I'll leave you; the duties of my post require that I be elsewhere.

BROTHER AUGUSTI, kneeling down next to Saint Stanislaus.  

  My Father, may Your Reverence deign to give us a blessing.

SAINT FRANCIS

Dear children, may the Most Holy Trinity bless you both, as I myself bless you with all my heart. (He exits.)

[Scene 5]

BROTHER AUGUSTI, sits down and offers a chair to Saint Stanislaus.

My brother, soon I'll take you to your cell, and the master of novices will assign you whatever job he thinks suitable, but if you'd like, we could profit from our Father General's per­mission and get to know each other. First, let me introduce myself: my name is Stephen Augusti, I have neither talents nor virtues, but all of our fathers love me very much, since their charity blinds them to my faults. You'll have to act like them, Brother Stanislaus, and like me, too; only, I hope you'll keep me in mind of my faults, it's such a benefit to have someone who will point it out when you act wrongly.

SAINT STANISLAUS

It's your job, my brother, to intervene in my failings, and I implore you to be faithful in that. I'm convinced that we're made for each other; more, it will be easy for me to love you, since I already do. 

BROTHER AUGUSTI

How you please me!... I'm very happy to have you for a brother. But, it occurs to me, you must be a little sad; the memory of your parents must disturb your joy.

SAINT STANISLAUS

No, my brother, my joy can't be disturbed by the memory of any earthly affection; I know my parents are weeping over my departure more bitterly than they would weep for my death, but I have powerful weapons with which to comfort them: prayer and sacrifice. I'm              

 

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quite young, but the Lord has al­ready shown me several times that He will never abandon those who seek only Him.

BROTHER AUGUSTI

Brother Stanislaus, would you be willing to confide in me your sweet experiences? I promise you, I'd never say a word about them to anyone else.

SAINT STANISLAUS

I couldn't tell you everything., it would take too long. But I want, at least, to tell you one story.
Two years ago, I was at the school of the fathers of the Society with my brother Paul. He'd chosen our lodgings in a heretic's house, since he wanted to live in the town's most beau­tiful house. Poor Paul had not seen the light from on high. As he was the elder, I felt obliged to submit to his wishes, and Jean Bilinski, who was in charge of us, took his side in matters of taste and of ideas. Think, my brother, about what I have suffered; shortly thereafter, I fell severely ill. Paul could not bring himself to send for a priest, on account of our heretical landlord, who would never have let one into the house. As I found no comfort on earth, I turned to Heaven. Since my child­hood, I had especially venerated the Virgin Saint Barbara, so, with my heart full of confidence, I begged of her that she would not let me die without receiving the holy Viaticum.

BROTHER AUGUSTI

Ah! I perceive that she fulfilled your wishes; doubtless, the nasty heretic was converted?

SAINT STANISLAUS

No, unfortunately, but the inhabitants of Heaven don't need the permission of heretics to go where they will. I saw Saint Barbara come into my room, shining in glory and accompanied by two beautiful angels. She held the sacred Host in her vir­ginal hands, and I had the ineffable consolation of receiving from her the God of the Eucharist, the Well-Beloved Lord Jesus.

BROTHER AUGUSTI

A Saint who holds in her hands the Divine Eucharist, what a mystery!.... Why was it not rather the angels who gave you Holy Communion?

SAINT STANISLAUS

During my trip to Rome, an angel gave me Holy Com­munion, but Saint Barbara was not there. In God's kingdom, her glory is greater than that of the heavenly spirits; that's °why that sweet Virgin gave me the Bread of Angels in front of them; also, perhaps, she had desired here on earth to share in the sublime functions of priests, and the Lord wanted to fulfill that desire. 

 

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BROTHER AUGUSTI

My brother, you speak like an angel; I would not stop lis­tening to vou.

SAINT STANISLAUS

I'm glad to be in your company, too, but I reproach myself for dominating the conversation; I could learn so many things, if you'd be willing to teach me... Still, I believe it would be best for us to part; our conversation has gone on long enough. If it's all right with you, I'm going to stay by myself a few moments to thank Mary, the Queen of Heaven, for the favor of being accepted into the holy Society of her Divine Son.

BROTHER AUGUSTI

You love Man very much, then? Oh! I beg you, speak to me about her.

SAINT STANISLAUS, in an unspeakably tender tone.

The Holy Virgin!.... Ah! what can I tell you?... She is my Mother!!!..

He kneels down and seems profoundly collected. — Brother Augusti looks at him with respect and exits silently.

[Scene 6]

SAINT STANISLAUS, joining his hands and looking up to Heaven.

O Mary, my sweet and tender Mother, have pity on your poor child; sustained by divine grace, he has overcome the ob­stacles the world put in his way. Since he's given up everything for love of your Divine Son Jesus, don't leave him long in the land of exile.

O My Holy Guardian Angel! and you, Saint Barbara, my dear patron, ask of my well-loved Mother, the Queen of Heaven, that she will come to seek me and bring me into the virginal assembly of her court.

[Scene 7]

We hear celestial voices singing to the tune of "L'Ange et l'âme" ["The Angel and the Send"].

THE ANGEL

Queen of Heaven, hear my prayer.
I am Stanislaus's guardian angel.
This sweet child would like, far from earth,
Soon to follow Jesus, the Divine Lamb.

SAINT BARBARA

And I am that well-beloved saint
Of the humble Flower who languishes here.
I would see his crown of flowers
Shine in Heaven.

 TOGETHER

Ah! descend to this foreign shore,
Close to the Child who ravishes the elect.
 
 
   

 

 

 

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