one's spirits and brings on the blue devils than being left alone,
without friends and companionship.

How did he do it? The fact is, he refused to be alone. As his
friends in Vienna left him, he simply turned more to his friends in
heaven. And heaven came down to him. Any old vacant room in the
big, half-empty house was his chapel. And through the long, lonely
days, often through great part of the night, he prayed.

If you could have seen him pray! Imagine any good-hearted boy who
has been away from home for a long stretch, say a couple of years,
and who comes back and meets father, mother, brothers, sisters. He
may not say much, but he LOOKS a good deal, and he feels more than
any words can say. That is the way Stanislaus prayed. He just
turned to God and his Mother in heaven, with all his love in his
eyes and immense happiness in his heart. And if he spoke, or said
things to them in his mind, he could speak simply, like a little
child, because no one else would hear him and he would not need be
shy or bashful.

If you could have seen him pray, you would never think, as so many
do, that praying is a gloomy business. His face was lit up, his
eyes bright, his whole body spoke of peace and courage and joy. He
kept thinking so much about heaven that he seemed to live there in
advance. Everybody knows how, when the school year is nearly over
and vacations are at hand, there is a joyful atmosphere about the
days. Lessons do not seem so hard, though they really are just the
same old lessons. Classes seem to have more life and spirit in
them. Boys are in better temper. Every detail of work and play is
colored by expectation, as if the relief of vacation were already