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“When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all his holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory, and before him shall be gath- ered all nations; and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd di- videth his sheep from the goats.” St. Clare read on in an animated voice, till he came to the last of the verses. “Then shall the king say unto them on his left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire; for I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat; I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink; I was a stranger, and ye took me not in; na- ked, and ye clothed me not; I was sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not. Then shall they answer unto him, Lord when saw we thee an hungered, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee? Then shall he say unto them, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these my breth- ren, ye did it not to me.” St. Clare seemed struck with this last passage, for he read it twice,- the second time slowly, and as if he were revolving the words in his mind. “Tom,” he said, “these folks that get such hard measure seem to have been do- ing just what I have,- living good, easy, respectable lives; and not troubling them- selves to inquire how many of their brethren were hungry or athirst, or sick, or in prison.” Tom did not answer. |
