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The story for youth of St. Martin de Porres, who helped heal people, spoke to the animals and worked many unusual miracles. A fantastic story of a South American saint, whose example in helping others is truly inspiring. Impr. 122 pgs 16 Illus,

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Publié par	TAN Books
Date de parution	01 janvier 1979
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781618904812
Langue	English

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BOOKS BY MARY FABYAN WINDEATT
In This Series
Stories of the Saints for Young People ages 10 to 100
THE CHILDREN OF FATIMA
And Our Lady’s Message to the World
THE CURÉ OF ARS
The Story of St. John Vianney, Patron Saint of Parish Priests
THE LITTLE FLOWER
The Story of St. Therese of the Child Jesus
PATRON SAINT OF FIRST COMMUNICANTS
The Story of Blessed Imelda Lambertini
THE MIRACULOUS MEDAL
The Story of Our Lady’s Appearances to St. Catherine Labouré
ST. LOUIS DE MONTFORT
The Story of Our Lady’s Slave, St. Louis Mary Grignion De Montfort
SAINT THOMAS AQUINAS
The Story of “The Dumb Ox”
SAINT CATHERINE OF SIENA
The Story of the Girl Who Saw Saints in the Sky
SAINT HYACINTH OF POLAND
The Story of the Apostle of the North
SAINT MARTIN DE PORRES
The Story of the Little Doctor of Lima, Peru
SAINT ROSE OF LIMA
The Story of the First Canonized Saint of the Americas
PAULINE JARICOT
Foundress of the Living Rosary and The Society for the Propagation of the Faith

Nihil Obstat: Arthur J. Scanlan, S.T.D. Censor Librorum Imprimatur: Francis J. Spellman, D.D. Archbishop of New York New York January 23, 1943
Copyright © 1942 by Sheed & Ward, Inc., New York. Originally published under the title Lad of Lima: The Story of Blessed Martin de Porres.
The chief part of this book appeared in the pages of The Torch .
Retypeset by TAN Books, an Imprint of Saint Benedict Press, LLC. The type in this book is the property of TAN Books, and may not be reproduced, in whole or in part, without written permission from the Publisher. (This restriction applies only to this type , not to quotations from the book.)
ISBN: 978-0-89555-423-9
Library of Congress Catalog Card No.: 93-83095
Printed and bound in the United States of America.
TAN Books Charlotte, North Carolina 2012
For Reverend Norbert Georges, O.P., Director of the Blessed Martin Guild, whose generous cooperation made possible this little book.
CONTENTS
1. A Boy and a Beggar
2. Martin and Jane
3. The Little Doctor
4. Candles in the Dark
5. A New Job
6. Life at Santo Domingo
7. Vacation in the Country
8. The New Lay Brother
9. Martin and His Friends
10. A Busy Day
11. Martin’s Young Neighbors
12. Martin Takes a Rest
13. Hero in Black and White
Confession Its Frutful Practice
1. The Blessings of Confession
2. The Five Things Necessary for a Good Confession
Examination of Conscience
False Consciences and Their Remedies — The Lax Conscience — The Scrupulous Conscience — The Doubtful Conscience — How to Make a Good Examination of Conscience.
Contrition
The Qualities of Contrition — Interior Contrition — Supernatural Contrition — Perfect and Imperfect Contrition — Universal Contrition — Sovereign Contrition — Relapses into Former Sins.
Purpose of Amendment
Occasions of Sin — Purpose of Amendment Must Be Specific.
Confession and Absolution
The Confession of Sins — Qualities of a Good Confession — Confession of Venial Sins — Sacrilegious Confessions — General Confession — Frequent Confession — The Absolution of the Priest.
Satisfaction
The Sacramental Penance — Voluntary Penances — Indulgences.
3. How to Make a Good Confession
The Examination of Conscience
Beginning Prayer — Points for the Examination of Conscience — The Ten Commandments of God — The Six Precepts of the Church — The Seven Capital Sins — Duties of Particular States of Life — Corporal and Spiritual Works of Mercy.
Considerations to Excite Contrition
The Enormity of Sin — God’s Benefits to Me — The Love of Jesus Christ.
Prayers Before Confession
Act of Contrition and Purpose of Amendment — Prayer before a Crucifix — Prayer of St. Gertrude — A Short and Efficacious Act of Contrition.
An Easy Method of Going to Confession
Prayers After Confession
Psalm 102 — Prayer of Thanksgiving — Prayer before Performing the Sacramental Penance.
A Prayerbook of Favorite Litanies

CHAPTER 1
A BOY AND A BEGGAR
T HE ROYAL city of Lima, in the far-away country of Peru, lay shining like a jewel under a burning sun. The streets of the city were silent, for it was the hour of the noon-day siesta, when every house and shop closed its shutters against the burning heat.
But in the narrow street of Espiritu Santo, a young colored woman stood staring out of her open door. She had no time to rest. That was only for the wealthy folk, for grand Señoras who could ride about the city in golden carriages, and dress in the best of silk and lace.
“Oh, how I wish I could be a great lady!” she thought. “Then I wouldn’t have to scrub and cook and wear old clothes. And my children could have a chance in life. But this way. . . .”
Poor Anna Velasquez! She was very unhappy in her small house, and even her little son and daughter brought her no pleasure. When she looked at Martin and Jane, playing together on the floor with their poor toys, she could have cried. What future was there in the world for Negro children? In Lima the rich people said they were only fit to be servants.
“I’d rather be dead than live like this!” Anna often told herself. “If only I were white, and my babies white, then their father would never have left me. He would have been glad to stay here with us and build us a fine house.”
The children’s father, Don Juan de Porres, did not live with Anna. He was a very rich and powerful soldier, a Spanish gentleman with a fair complexion. He was also very proud and very handsome, and it pleased him that the King of Spain looked favorably upon him. The city of Lima belonged to Spain, as well as most of South America, and there were plenty of fine positions to be had for a man who remained in the King’s favor. So now Don Juan looked at little Martin and Jane, and there was a shadow of disgust on his face. How could a knight in the King’s service ever claim black-skinned children for his son and daughter? What a terrible blow it was that they resembled Anna instead of himself!
“I am going away on business,” he told their mother presently. “I don’t know when I shall be back. Here’s some money for you and the children!” And throwing a small bag of golden coins on the table, and with a fling of his grand scarlet cape, he was gone—whistling a lively tune as he went down the street to where his horse stood waiting.
Time passed. For many days Anna just stayed in her small house and cried. It seemed that Don Juan was ashamed of his own children! And what was Anna going to do when the money he had left her was used up?
Soon the little pile of golden coins had disappeared. There was nothing for Anna to do, if she did not wish to starve, but to get some work. And so, heartbroken and lonely, the young Negro mother finally decided to take in washing. It was the only kind of work she knew how to do. And as she scrubbed and scrubbed on the clothes, dreadful thoughts crept into her mind. She began to think it was a pity that Martin and Jane had ever been born.
“It’s all their fault!” she thought. “If they had only been white children, like their father wished, he would never have left me to this awful life.” And so, when little Martin or Jane came running to tell her that the Viceroy’s golden carriage was coming down the street, or that there was going to be a great bonfire in the Plaza that night, Anna would only scowl.
“Go away, you little black brats! Can’t you see I’m busy? Don’t you know I haven’t time for carriages or bonfires? It’s all your fault we’re so poor!”
It always made Martin sad to see his mother angry. Poor little boy, he could not understand what was so terrible about having black skin. There were all kinds of Negroes in Lima, and some of them very nice. And there were many nice Indians, too, whose skin was not a bit white. It was true, of course, that only the white or Spanish people in Lima had money, but Martin did not believe that the noble Spanish ladies and gentlemen, whose carriages rolled so grandly past his mother’s door, were really better than anyone else. Had he not heard the priest at the church say that God had made everyone in the world in His own image? That all men should be brothers? That Heaven was a place where Christians of all nations would be happy together?
“Mother has made a mistake,” Martin told Jane one day. “It isn’t the color of our skin that matters. It’s the color of our souls. Jane, if we have white souls, if we do everything we can to please God, there’s no need to feel sorry that we are only poor Negroes and that our father went away and left us.”
Jane nodded. Martin was only a little older than she, but he was far more clever. He could speak so well, and everyone liked him. Even the dogs and cats that roamed the streets were his friends, and there was not one of them, even the wildest, that would not come when he called.
“I guess you’re right, Martin. But it would be lovely to have a father who cared for us, and a nice house, and some nice clothes. Oh, Martin! I don’t think I’d ever be unhappy again if I could have just one nice dress! A white silk dress, with some little red shoes to go with it!”
Martin and Jane grew quickly, even though many times they did not get enough to eat. They helped their mother around the house and it was always their job to take the clean laundry to the different houses. One warm day Anna called Martin to her. She had three small silver coins in one hand and a large empty basket in the other. She was very tired and hot, for she had been scrubbing since early morning. Now she looked closely at eight- year-old Martin.
“Can I trust you to go to the market and get something for dinner?” she asked. “You see, I know you, Martin. You’d give away every cent I make to beggars if I didn’t watch you. But remember what happened the last time you tried that?”
Martin nodded gravely. A week ago his mother had been furious when he had put a silver coin into an old beggar’s hat. On his return, without the loaves of bread she had sent him for, she had beaten him with a heavy stick. His bo