A fortnight ago devout peasants, bourgeois, knelt for 100 miles on both low banks of the river between Warsaw and Rostkow, Poland. On a vessel proceeding slowly up the stream to the Catholic convention at Warsaw were two golden shrines encased in oaken caskets about which 200 priests busied themselves in continuous devotion. One shrine contained many bones of Stanislas Kostka, patron saint of Poland's youth. The other shrine housed his remaining bones which were presented to the Catholic Church at Zakroczyn, where the saint's uncle was a onetime governor.
As the bleached...
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