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J DEDICATED TO MY WIFE The patical seleetions and other artielet contained in this limited vo. lume are taken from a variety of matter occasionally contributed to the press. No particular effort was made to choose the superior, probably the best is UMworthy such a degree of excellence : They were written hurriedly with but lUtle regard to the toeary rules of spondee or dactyl : The plain and simple are preferred to mysterious maus. The lectures are from a few delivered before the Montreal District Association of Catholic Teachers. The writer trusts that his friends wUl encourage him by patroniting the compilation, P. 7. L. Tis Ever Thus. There's a clear yet mystic meaning In nature's every voice That bids the joyous mourn And the mourner to rejoice : There is solace and a sadness By the spirit keenly felt As its tone comes free and soothing Or in anguish harshly dealt The streamlet of the valley In iU ^ntly rippling glide Has a thousand magic charms For the peaceful by its side And the heart that's ever restless No greater pleasures thrill Than the furious bounding masio Of the mountain's frantic rill • 8 The listless and the weary Drown their deep encnmbered wrongs In the zephyrs of the woodland And its warbler's happy songs ; The yaliant and ambitions, Who earthly fame would reach. Commnne with roaring billows As they break upon the beach. The canopy of Heaven Has many a beacon light To cheer the straggling mortal Who seeks the God of night : As morning^s mellow sunlight Floods the storied Eastern plain Each pious heart is wakened To Devotion's cheering strain Or its genial rays when fading ' Along the crimsoned sky Proclaim to ardent lovers That the trysting hour is nigh : In the lightning and the tempest The sceptic's faith does pale : Of tenets that are worthless How quick the votaries quail • B«5h object thus in nature ' I>eclaims in wisdom's way And a plaintive cadence ever U breathing of decay, Which in walking with'the worldly Should bar our craving taste 9 For satiated longings Bring a nniversal waste The common lot is nearing And the human will be tried May nature's teaching draw him To Calvary's Crucified : Oh I cold and cruel world : Your dearest gain is dross And the only Christian refuge Is the shadow of the cross. The Christian Educator ! (In honorof Mr. C-^rain of the J.c,u«^.rtier Norm.1 School. Mont^U.) When weary travellers tread along some lonely tire- some way On which the blazing sunbeans foil in all their torrid ray : How gladly do they hail the shade of some prond spreading tree That braved for years the tempest's might in strength and b«iaty free : 10 "*'' ?"ng cl.r °*'^'"'' '■"' ""y "•*« kte mould- Tho»Kh W.^^^i,^„,^ «- -■> Who .h„„„e., .„ How many lire, how many die UB.„amed on U«n«r>8 """' Vn^^ f""""" •=""- <- •"«- P- «-- - '^^ who off th. road r»..v„ the 'stop,. And by thH, gracion. act prwdaim. he he«l, not «lf ^'^ Xnl^*" "" ~»P«™*« "'«• «ift« that.™ Who i- tte'bney tide of life «,k not to proudly "•' SoitLr '~" •"" ""- "■- '^on- A. P«^r ™t.« oft ar. fennd where nader-cnrrenf 11 'Tis such to day my theme regards whose mission is sublime, And grand is the occasion and most glorious the time When we are met to honor and voice our high esteem For the veteran educator whose deeds with virtue gleam: The hand of time on century's clock has moved near half way round Prolific in the noble fruits of Riith to duty bound Pull half of which to usefulness in Learning's sacrei cause Commands to-day the tribute of spontaneous applause, Yes, noble, gifted, genial friend, but death alone can chill The sentiments of gratitude for that superior skill That moulded youthftal spirits for destinies re- nowned, Who fain would see their master with honor's laurel crowned : To extend congratulations to merit we revere Your pupils with affection now gather round von heie. '' Mere words are insufficient our feelings to express To satisfy the promptings of our heart's sincere caress Our ideal now embodied in the object we present Shall stand a dear memento till time's last hour be spent, f ' I! i I ; w 12 ^y th.^ «»« „„„ deepen, „„ ,„^, ,.„ ^, """'usX'; '^■«""'«-=» •-- 1".. .Pint t.k« A. d«., to youth .adli^Cr Zr*"/''*"' dells J ^"ugas lounts in flowery aspire ""namgs and cheer youth to To the J^aeot «..«, piet.„, .„ ^, .„„^^^ ^^ r:s£i/rcr^-:j».eh.„ °"";::.~"'" '"'""»«•""•'»<*»* the puMio T. offer „.,H,. tribute to worth «,d g,„,„ .^^ 13 Do homely now perform to one who decked our ^**^ Sf ^" learning's garland lit up by beams ^ '"^"«^* ^ «"**« »« °»«» our journeys ^""^ *^ne *'*" *"^«'"»« »«>«»d your pathway ^"^ ^Slne '" "'' '° splendor for you more grandly Make rn^ow all the beauties prolonging earthly Is the orison of pupils more dear than feeble praise. """ ''^rde^ur' '" ''""'•'» ^^" ""«>« - You taught us that Beligion should temper every Ere youth was desecrated in wild attempts for fame. TplJe"' ^"^'"^^ "' ^« *»»~« yo" °»i"d ''"'' rbHo'er'" ""'"'" "'•^ ^^" *»-• And keep in history's annals a record of her son Toour^fond hearts' affections you have a grateful ^"^ '^'n'^e' "^"" ^ '**'*'^'* ^^* '"•"O'y of your 14 t IN MEMORIAM. Bx-Alderman Stroud. J«^Jd7''" ly* °*y ^' ^«"»»»» to-day f Has sndden affliction sprung np on your wav t Yourfaa.erlesBchild,^„,tJ^,iLpp^^^'''^' . Give vent to wild grief in a torren^of fears. Ah, Sir, blame us not if we widely express ^e pangs of our Urt in this day of dZss We w"m"k.'?''" ^'P***"' ^*'*> "«^«' felt pTud We w«, h„ departure, we weep him aloud ' ptr tW "" i^^'A^''' ^'^«^' ^'<»«'^'i° Stroud For they've laid him to rest on the mountain ' io^.r'* f ?^ ^"^"^ **** P~' ^^•^o'^'' tear . To the city's gay throng for its solacing cheer Bnt, alas I at each step was a pitiful sigh ' And sad was the story of each passer-by Of asylums they spoke, of homes how they felt At the great crushing blow that so lately was dealt • They spoke of his charity praised him aloj ' He was an humble soul, never felt proud, Alas ! he is clad in a sorrowful shroud And sad are our hearts for dear Alderman Stroud W .0 has gone to his r«it on the Mountain ' 15 Oh, Sons of St. George, weep for Albion's child Whose heart was imbned with the charity mild That merite the palm which the Savior decreed ' To him who would give to the poor when in need. The Sons of St. Andrew : St. Patrick do know That charity's flame set his heart all aglow To cherish his name sure they'll ever feel proud, And his praise will they chant with aflfection aloud. They love the dear spot where he lies in his shroud Vr^""? ^** *^* ***"* ^^^«»'' Alderman Stroud, While his body rests up on the Mountain. ^*!JL;Tr '^*"*-^~'"*«d' ^'ho l^oard up your pelf, Beflect there is more to be thought of than self j Here is a model : Go ! copy his deeds, ^""^.u^f *7^*'* **** ^^^^ ^^ humanity bleeds. Ere that dread hour-or unwept and forgot Z 'li'^l' "! '"^*** '^^ ^ «' y^"*" «>»nfry to rot • h ! better by far, if you had but allowed ^tithe of your means to the suffering crowd Ls today they embalm that of Alderman Stroud. Who so peacefuly sleeps on the Mountain. 16 IN MEMORIAM John .„d K.ti. OConne,, Dl.d of D^,.er!rch.te.„,., « xtr J«»y 1879. a« felt thl^r; "1" '- '"■«'' "'"Py -"""g Illnrnme. their way to a far better land, From 8taia and from sorrow they're free Let the little ones come unto me," X nfeW^W " '"^* "«'"' "«« -«» vol, ivre lite s early lustre grew dim Oh bl^t invitation ! now can they rejoice In chanting the Seraphic hymn In a land where the soul is at rest, And like^the bright sters when the day-beams hav Kitd f^?'"''" "*" ^^'' "'^"^y oppressed ; Yont^ir^^^^^^^^^ i'"' ^^^"^ ^^" •'«^-'^*« ^«- -i lourself and his dear mother there He Stands with lov'd Katie beyond the bright gate To seek your salvation in prayer • ^ 17 Oh parento I oh Sisters ! do keep yoar hrarts pare. And work to gain heavenly joy : Thus Katie one day will your welcome secure And " Papa " may then greet his boy The Sanctuary Lamp ! Sweet, holy Light, with joyful eyes we gaze Upon the wave of thy inspiring rays • Twas with the Twelve the Master did invite Firat thy beams did shine in beauty bright, And thou hast ever proved since then A gentle solace to the hearts of men : The weary traveller wandering lonely on When God's bright orb of day is gone ' Is cheered as through the chancel window gleams The mellow lustre of thy radiant beams, His heart is moved to fond devotion's prayer He knows the sacramental God is there ' That there bright seraphs chant angelic'lays And Tie with man the Sacred Heart to praise. Oh precious light ! the air thou dost consume Is fragrant with the choicest lilies' bloom, hi' i ' 18 While virtues sweet and pure and tru« rest t) Brave Christian men who walk this vale of tea Bveift :^''''^' '"^^"^^ the coming ;ea^ By gift and deed, proclaim our love for Him Whose cup of sorrow overflowed the brim Come visit shrines wherein his glory dwells To many hearts a tale of love he telU Tell ours dear Lord to beat with virtue's thrill And evermore in all things do thy will Oh guard His habitation Angels bright, Shine on in splendor pure and holy light f : Electricity versus Steam. Long was I hid in elements wild -And jealousy stung my soul While pert inferiors archly smiled In their pranks from pole to pole : Steam was chief of the haughty old tribe- Whom mortals courted to fear • He mocked t« scorn as they sought t« bribe And to curb his high career • Men blindly drove this chilC of chance 19 Till pride outweigiied renown, There was no hope that a brutns' lance Would briig thia Csesar down. A giant he stood and tossed with rage The eflforts of mighty hands No manhood's prime nor hoary old age Could bind bim down with their bands ; He burst all ties, and and in fury sang, Of all the powers I'm head. Earth re-echoed the notes that he rang, And shook at his pompous tread. Ah ! man ! the wild light flashed from my eyes To the utmost bounds of earth, Then quiet again in the azure skies I scorned the hour of his birth. I longed for calls from the human race To be their ally and friend : To hold in their grateful hearts a place And use with amity blend ; To mantle the brow of steam with shame And check his frantic mien ; To show his might was puny and tame When I came on the scene And heaven blessed my ardent desire When Franklin grasped my hand : The nations of note vie to admire The genius of Yankee Land : Yes, by the Schuylkill's floral banks I pledged allegiance to man, And now he adopts my reckless pranks Iff !■ ■ ' 1 1' 30 ii To promote his artful plan : His message I waft on lightnings' wing To the sons of every sphere, li. Whose hopes and fears alternate I bring To the living present here : I permeate the essence of life, And health to its zephyrs bear When elements lo<* in furious strife I ride as storm-king there : To blighted members of many a frame I let life's current flow, And give to midnight by genial flame The (lustre of noon-day glow ; Mine is a mighty force to behold, No imagery can define, A myriad oceans in fury rolled la a symbol yet benign ; The glacier's crash, the torrents leap The avalanche awful roll ' Are figures mild of the force I keep In depths of my tranquil soul. Still, I obey poor simple man. To his fingers' tip I yield, When I rebel 'tis a Master plan That calls to another field : For I, the potent, electric spark. Am the instrument of God In Justice bright or in vengeance dark I go with His glory shod : In solemn grandeur on Sinai's peak 21 I pealed to Israel's posts As their faithful guide in awe did seek A law from the God of hosts : But once, my powers did I combine, Then nature was terrified On that glorious day of days sublime When Christ on Calvary died. Oh I sons of men ; Do you dread me now When the flash and sound alarms : The frown I wear on my cloud wreathed brow Is a mask to wholesome charms. Marvellous days in the future nigh Some heavenly genius may show That I emit from a tranquil sky The source of vitality's flow ; For I, the electric spark, am grand, Through space to a million of spheres I bear the siguet of God's right hand. And they tremble when it appears': Even now my worth to the world is real, Not a dream of effeminate source, Of the nations' greatness I'll turn the wheel Till I'm crowned as the king of force : On land, on sea, in air shall I reign A prince of unparalleled power, True to the guidance of sinew and brain As love to a tryatiug bower : By genius equipped as your active steed No planet can limit my range, The motor steam I shall supersede. And the world will bless the change. .it 22 'III; (lii H! Patriotism ! Call him not patriot, who free himself, in Freedom', name 01 Would upon another soil impress the chains slavery. Ho tm. m.n would in Mch . w.y ««,.i„ a wreath 01 lame, Might 'gaiMt right en never feel one 8park of hon- est bravery. The m» who for hi, hearth die. call him what ,«« m. f„m hie dear tand to drive a foreign for would gladly rise Br«d him rebel, bl«,k or white, hie pntae-. beat i. freedom's thrill, Crushed betimes, his cause one day shall shine res- plendent in the skies. 23 edom's .ins of (rreath f hon* t you (TOOld «at is i res* An Acrostic. To Miss Edwards. Ever may tlie current of thy veins Mildly flow enraptured by sweet strains Hade doubly dear by bright associations A stranger to all dull vexations : Even when the gioomy spectre death Disturbs the tranquil softness of thy breath Wafted on angels' wings beyond the skies Aloft may thy bright soul eternal rise, Resplendent with the merit won through years Desert the scene of misery and tears Secure at length from all earth's hostile fears. r^ 24 ■iii V ■ I; Acrostic. • A Udy Whose writing. h.ve the right ring of „ore th.n ordinary merit. Mayst thou dear writer, ever sweet and trae, Invoke thy fithfnl pen in God's right cause : Society owes deep gratitude to you So fervent to defend pare Christian laws : nnZ Trl"^ *''"' *''' '"" widespread is thy fame nuch hast thou written that true critics do apprize r^nTT'" ?r ' ^''^ '^**'*^ *^ "^^''y ^h« name A people's wish would gladly see thee realize : Confine thy pen to works whose beauty never dies. Soul-stirring are the stories thou hast told To bless and brighten the domestic hwirth- Religious tales of morals manifold- Endearing friends of salutary mirth • Enchanting from thy pen, that genius sways There will come much to laud in future days. • Letus hope her works m.y be compiled. P. J. L. 25 In Memory of the Hon. L. H. Holton. A national " requiem " plaintive and grand, Is breathing a country's devotion, For the hope and the pride of a sorrowing Land Has been freed from the world's commotion. The dirge of a nation, whose unfeigning tears Are shed with full ardor of weeping, Will echo the name, through the circle of years Of the honored, lamented and sleeping. ^ ' Like a piauet withdrawn from the firmament's hight When its brilliancy most we're admiring * So fleet has he taken that happier flight To illumine more fervent aspiring. The proud Chateauguay in wailing, its flow Will e'er keep his memory undying And repeat his dear name to the breezes that blow An accord with its waves as they're sighing. The voice of that statesman no more in our halls Shall declaim with a loyal aflfection, And the salient pen of the patriot falls At the call of unending Protection : His faults let them rest, who can say that he erred As we know not his motives for action, In patriot views he was never deterred By the whims of a party or faction Ah, Holton I sweet peace to thy mortal remains With the earth of your country now blending Till we meet you rejoicing on Josephat-s plains, When the dream of vain-glory is ending. \WT m 'M i m P lit I 26 IN MEMORIAM. Rev. P. F. O'Donnell. /•-/.. ./ S^. ^Jarfs, Our Lady of Coed Counsel Died Dec, zist, 1900. '■'"' ntra;' """"' '-""«* -«'«-' "i Charity, piety, patience beamed from his brow eacl ^ve """""' '""* "' "'P"™ "» «< l*r^ ?'.''' •' ^*''°"°'' •"« •■"'»»'» "» breast. No ostentofon thoagh, but humble ae a child a, Nor stranger friend, nor guest ooulU ever break his ardent zeal, To Our Lady of Good Counsel, he loved to make ap. peal. ill! ■ 2V Xo doubt, it was inward voices that did liis mind employ, And radiate his countenance witli beams of holv joy; ^ The children ! how fond they loved him • like Christ of Galilee, " "im , iijce They gathered 'round the pastor, and to them he spoke in glee, And for Christian education what sacrifice he hid • Oh children of St. Mary's bright, forget not what he did. "Ego te absolvo," confessor, yes, of Christ's tru3 choice ; The sinner's heart is melted at the Holy Spirit's voice. When pain and auflfering centered upon the bed of death, His presence, so like an Angel's, cheered up the flee- tmfr breath. Oh, Lord ! upon thine altar, how pure, and how true he stood J Sure, his edifying priesthood inspired us all with good. As citizen, . chieftain fair, among mankind he spoke. Ever honored for his wisdom, hii counsel and his joke. His virtue, learning, genius-as his sanctity »nd grace, ^ UK III if 11 th I • 11 i B ill [■ii m 28 Shed lastre on his honored name, and glorified nice, He loved his native country, still he loved his ther's shore. No son of dear old Erin could ever love ner more Now lie his holy ashes 'neath the dear-lo, Virgin's shrine, Sweet Mother of Good Counsel; sure his heart v truly thine: Sons and daughters of St. Mary's will oft throu, coming years ' Enshrine the tomb of him they loved vith gems precious tears ; Keep him in our memory green, while life's di path we plod, A friend in heaven, true to us, O'Donnell Priest liod. Welcome ! To the C. C. Academy. To James Young, Tragedian. With a warm heart we greet you, and with clasp < a friendly hand As one we bid yon welcome to our breezy Norther land. Tragedian I Dramatist I Genius 1 in balmy youtl have you won 29 The honor and fame that to others oame with the setting snn : May thy sparkling genius ever to brighter realms aspire And light thy course as an artist with pure celestial fire. With voice and jest, pure heart and mind, you edify the earth, With joy we say : God bless you Young, and the laud that gave you birth ! There is magic in your presence, grace to your finger tips. " O sacred elocution I what power on human lips Stun the world I you'll do it, you are led by a power divine In mind, in name, with futuio fame, you'll still in your role outshine, Adieu ! au revoir ! we thank you for your kindly visit here, ^ The day and date-your noble words we'll keep in memory dear. To Miss Maud D. Beckwith. God ST eed the Maud I and may the brightest chaplets wove by fame Rest on thy brow in universal worth and honor's name : t'* fill ii:5! 30 Thy heaven-born genins should to ite trne '^°'' 'ILl S^."^^«^^«" ''^'y grand with pure < '^'*' :Si.*'^"^^^ •' -^-* »>"gl^t ideas, V Has Nature's self impressed upon thy you, virgin mind. ^ ^ The m^gh^y Adirondacks first did greet tliy in ^"^' degree ^*"'' "'" Picturesque to a sub] Gave bent to each eventful year in lov'd old ( teaugaj'. All th«e, with learntag choice, and fo„d«t p,„ counsel sage ^ """"" Sage'.'"'^ "^'^ ^'''' »^«yo^d alleart] ""' X"laus?' "* '^" ^'^ **^"^^^^°^ ™^^'« J- '^^'^ ""lUl ^''^^"' ^"'^' ^''^ *""" ^ ^^^'« «^Peri Thy fair lips to saintly cliastity votive consecrate grLr"'"''''^'''^ part, however Zl 'Tig tlius thy histrionic courst shall edify the eart And truest hearts will bless the LandMat ' such genius birth : ^ iliifi 31 Fair Chateaugay must feel a pride to claim her honored child When true success shall crown the aim of efforts undefiled. The idol fond of parents dear, be theirs, when all applaud ; Mav Heaven grant thee health and strength once more, God speed the Maud ! Vindicated. I On a London street, imposing, grand, ■ A lonely mansion yet does stand, Wherein, but a few years gone was seen A pastor and c ates of humble mien Who daily soug.it, mid sin and strife To recall each dying soul to life. Whose rival efforts sprung from a cause, That prompts the noblest of charity's laws- A love of God and the human race. War to sin and force to grace : The pastor was proud of his ".urate's aid. And the zealous courage oft displayed, All for a time did happiness bring Like the graceful sweep of an Angel's wing But, anon, in his mind a doubt arose, Which troubled the calm of the night's repose ; U« from the wine vault there was found 32 A clanking of bottles and gargling sonnd, And what serred more his donbt to impriss Was the rnby liqnid growing less Combined with an odor, which seemed to loom From a corner snng of a curate's room, That led suspicion to lay its hold But with what justice remains to be told After weeks thus passed a watch waa kept, When all in the happy household slept • And, alas ' too true, the doubted door Came a little ajar, soon more and more • Out came a curate to an act long planned In a cassock clad, with a bottle in hand He warily trod his wonted round ' From vault where the sparkling juice is found Then away in haste : away he fleets Through the dreary gloom of the silent streets, But the watch retains his flitting form As It moves apace through the growing storm. On ! on for miles, oh heaven for breath He stops at a haunt of crime and death The anointed of God ! he enters in Where lustful devils riot and din Up ! up he mounts, up the rickety stair While demons grin in that noxious lair •- The hand of a prudent watch would rise But a lifted latch gives a sad surprise • ' With misery dire in a dingy old room Lies a ghastly form a step from the tomb • A dying mother from a rustic vale 33 Brought by a child, who, tell not the tale. Fell, and in falling lost a filial heart For the garret straw was the mother's part, Bat an angel records a chaste career, And the priest of God to his own is near : For days there fell the shadow of crime. Bat the snn of virtne shone in time, With the watch (his pastor), whose doubts had fled He knelt that night by the pauper's bed As that dear soul with his prayer went above From a daughter's shame to a Savior's love. Oh, Heaven alone knows how to requite That victim of doubt, through his zeal by night. On earth for his deeds ne feels a bliss. But eternal joys are supreme to this :— Let charity, then, keep iips oft sealed When glaring crime might be revealed : Not a few like him we judge and forsake Whose crown of glory the Angels make. . LINES. To W. J. Gordon, W. Manningr and Comrades on their departure for Colorado. Farewell to you, sons of this fruitful Dominion, Farewell to the hours, when together we strayed O'er meads and by streamlets with nothing to pinion Our day-dreams of life in such glory arrayed. I* t'i 34 Allured by that goddess so gracious to few Whose shrine is lit up by the rays that are'shed From manhood's devotion unchangingly tr„r Oh, never we pray, may her power retain One exquisite thought of the dear ones at home • Give heaven the choice let the othei^ regui " * The mighty St. Lawrence with crystalized foam. In that wild Eldorado enticing to view, Tell newly made friends that in our frigid sphere Aflfectionate hearts beat with friendship for you And many tonight say " I wish they were here " ^nVwK * ^^I'' ""^'"^^^ '"«*'^^»« yo»r nation, And when they are carping 'bout logic or skill To witness abruptly a tergiversation You have but to mention Laval or McGill. If challenged you be for a hero victorious, With what manly pride you can fearlessl^ say • There's a Block House the record of all that i glorious, * That Ktands near my home on the old Chateauguay Shouhl they with our daughters their own bellei compare, The bright eye. of Franklin have left an impress In all the sweet charms of worth and addresi. Be true to your God, to your country and dear, And shun as a viper cursed bigotry's wiles : 35 May heaven protect you Avhen danger is near Till we greet you again in the 8unsh«ne of smiles. Now, once more farewell, and may I'Mtune repay Your earnest endeavors with generois hand. A Ceade Millie Falthe will cheer you the day You touch the dear sod of your own Native Land. A simple Christmas Jingle. Over the mountains aud plains, down through the valleys and dells, * List to the gladsome refrains and music of silvery bells Flooding the earth with a. balm, embracing the zephyrs of morn, « " « Bringing glad tidings to man, a Saviour to him is now Dorn, ^*" *Sf dlTT'^ ^^' ' '^** ^'"'^«"»*»» "»e brightest Interring the feuds ot the year they join in the fervor of praise ; At whatever altar they're knelt to offer the incense of prayer Bound the hearth in the family cot the grandsin telling in glee A story of Santa Clans fame while the little oi cling to his knee, Eehearsing the beauties of youth, he thinks of t future in store. Will Christmas e'er greet him again on the brink eternity's shore. In the family circle each link will clasp with aff< tionate pride, Except where the Eeaper has gleaned or distan does rudely divide : Sweet Christmas, thy magical name sets all wi< true ardor aglow The germs of earth feel the thrill though clad i their vesture of snow. And hear the alternate salute " Merry Christmas on every tongue. It quickens the pulse of old age, it gladdens the heai of the young. I wish merry Christmas to you, dear reader, of thl simple strain Whatever your station in life, be it exalted or plain To you every bachelor friend whose nerves couU not stand the alarm If some pretty maid in her teens would cling witl her grace to your arm : To you the fair bride of the hour, and also the for tnnate groom, 37 May no dusty cobwebs of strife e'er shadow the light of your room. To you, Tonnie lass, whom I meet with blue or with lovely dark eyes — Our light on the pathway of life, the surest pre- ventor of sighs. To all let us wish a true bliss, and a joy that shall ever endure,' And in such a moment as this, oh Christians, just thinJc of Ood's poor, Where hunger and misery dwell send comfort and plenty to cheer. And the Angels who record will tell of deeds in a happier sphere : 'Tis thus universally joy shall compass the bounds of the earth, And angels with man will commune while blending their voices in mirth. The Star o'er Bethlehem's vale will in gleaming its brightness increase, As it looks from the firmament's height on such a true picture of peace : May its brilliancy beacon our way, till some happy Christmas we kneel In that Land where the Magi adore, whose beauties no tongue can reveal. 38 Think Well on it! Where shall I stand in the valley On the day when the great angel's call Shall summon the spirit to quicken The dust of the centuries all T Ah ! my soul ! let a holy reflection Now banish those fanciful dreams ; Go forth in the light of the real, For the worid is not what it seems : Too oft the quick ardor of youth Is ensnared by the mesh of deceit, And some vain allurements arise To dim the bright lamps at the feet ; Else why would the wrinkles of age Be leveled by penitent tears t Their hearts ever harjowed by care As they're leaving the desert of years. Oh ! for those moments of bliss Of youth and its innocent play, Then our soul was so pure and as' light As dewdrops on lilies of May. Give me back the sweet rapture again. Oh ! my God ! I will guard it with care As I climb the dark mountain of sorrow To oflfer with angels my prayer, Where shall I stand in the valley f Oh, Lord I in that terrible hour, When the matter of ages shall perish Reduced by the might of thy power. 39 Hwirfc opprossod, ever restles:) and weary, Bach day does the burden renew: But mortal the boon is worth having, So struggle, the hours are but few. List not to the music of %'oice8, Whose siren like strains wojild destroy, And counteract glorious promptings prolific of heavenly joy. Bemember each moment we're nearing The tribute that nature must pay, And as Christians regard in temptation -- Our place in the valley that day. The Dearest Gem. An angel opened the pearly gate, And fled to the world below. His mission was only to terminate. When he to Heaven would consecntte The purest gem that the earthly state Can through all time bestow. Where said the angel can I find The lastroas Jewel desired, I'll seek mid the wealth of human-kind II. 'h 40 *Ti8 surely held ia the mass combined This beauteous gem from dross refined, Whose splendor is so admired. It may be on the arid plains Neu: the Niger's golden sands, Or where the Incas sons' remains Have gone to rest on the Antis chains, And the Arequipa maid complains Of a lover's countermands. It might Britain's diadem hold For the Kohinoor excels, There's yet the Khedive's weath untold And Accra's fields of virgin gold, And oyster beds whose pearls were rolled For years by the Ocean swells. In vain the angel sought these climes His message to realize^ He heard afar baptismal chimes. And he hastened with happy thought betime That the lustre of eyes so free from crimes Was the boon he'd fondly prize. Kot so ! Yet, onward winged his way. With a hope of greater meed On the frigid ground, neath the torrid ray He wandered on for many a day Still cheered by that celestial lay In time he would yet succeed. 41 O'er earth and sea the search is made Yet the Jewel's still ooncealed, But behold a cross on yonder grade At its foot is knelt a sinful maid. Whose penitent tear so long delay'd Is the Dearest Oem revealed. '1 ^^ LINES. To Misses Jeannette and Minnie Wattie on their singing. I've walked on the beach when the wild o'cean's roar Filled my soul with terrific delight ; I've stood on the rivulet's lily-fringed shore Spell-bound by its rippling at night, I've strayed o'er the mead when the beautiful flowers Bowed their heads to the summer winds sigh I've heard happy voices in amorous bowers Vibrating the tender leaves nigh. The lark's joyous carol, the robin's sweet lay, The bobolink's medley of bliss Have thrilled my fond heart upon many a day As I dreamt of of some fanciful kiss. And the zephyrs awaking the Aeolian lyre. Touched a chord in my bosom of peace Infusing the balm of a holy desire "With a fervency not to decrease. In nature each element taught me to feel 1 !f 1 -i' 42 What language can never express Evoking reflections too pure to reveal For .hey bear a celestial impress • And art with her organs and silver-mouthed bells iiinchanted me oft with her strains, To my spirit fond memory ardently tells Each note of such happy refrains : From me was excluded both Nature and Art And I mused in a vision alone Not a voice stirred the calm of a rapturous heart But that of My God's and my own • 'Twas then deep emotion welled up ii my breast Far to infinite love it belongs, I ne'er felt again such a pathos 'impressed Till I heard the sweet sound of thy songs Oh, yes, happy sisters, your voices recalled All the scenes of the past unto me By sorrows profound Avas my spirit enthralled Anon I was joyous and free ; ' A chord in my bosom responsive did beat To every loved note you awoke, 'Twas the spring tide of joy with it* music so fleet In that hour the soft melody broke • * You inherit the gift from Auld Scotia's fair muse The notes of a Campbell and Burns Become the fair lips on which nature did choose To spare not the choice of her urns • But while beauty attracts 'tis your graces retain The aflFection of every new friend And many like me do delight in the strain \i. h^ 43 '^'^here charms and music so blend i Sing on love y daughters, and brighten more hours We're affected by Harmony's sway, The heavenly smile of so beauteous flowers I'd woo it forever to stay. May the tone of your voices shed tenderness round The happiest circles of life, Change sadness t;0 joy, by its heart easing sound As daughter, friend, sister or wife : And when your dear spirits from this world soir Cheered up by the glimpse of a happier light • May the last notes you utter receive an encore As they echo in heaven to Seraphim bright. ^1 vj WELCOME ! Right : Rev. Monsignor E. M. OePauw. Land, whose rich plains saw the death throe of na- tions, The best blood of heroes in furrows to flow, Where fell that star of ambitious inflations, Whose militant genius spread terror and woe. m 44 • !i.:.J. Land of whose temples our nation's bright glory Sang strains that will echo till time is no more Belfry of Bruges, we love your sweet story • ' Peal on your great ninety, we bid you encore. Land from whose shrines of true virtue and learning Come beacon lights forth to illumine the earth Whose chaste »>ns and daughter sagely discerning JSndear to the stranger the land of their birth. Land of stigmata, of dread admiration, Where science that scoflfed had to weep in its pride Mystery attains a grand consummation In mystical wounds of the Christ crucified. Land of true beauty, rich soil of devotion. We welcome thy son with a forvent eclat Deep in our hearts wells a joyous emotion ' To greet once again our love Edmund De Pauw. Long years ago in life's happy morning, A saintly young bisnop anointed his hands Ere his bright genius and virtues adorning Shed lustre of faith on American lands. That Bishop now in the chair of St. Peter Is the bright " Lumen Coelis " nations admire His voice full of love to us souds the sweeter ' As Monsignor tells us Lis ardent desire. Hail, noble pastor, with honest elation We greet the exalted by Leo Supreme, True merit evokes this dne compensation Prolific in force of the Church's esteem. 4S We too, feel honored by ihy exaltation, Sons of St. Patrick, it is oars to rejoice, Our children ourselves breathed fresh inspiration Of virtue and grace at each sonnd of thy voice. Youth's prime and manhood you gave ns refining The morals and manners that brooked of decay, And when the snn of tliy life is declining God grant it may set in oar own Ghateaugay. Oh 1 list our appeal, Monsignor, dear pastor, Bemain with us now till your God calls you home. Assure us but this we feel no disaster Vivat Pater bonus, and Leo of Bome. Jacques Cartier. Read at a concert given under the auspices of the French Catholic teachers of the city of Montreal, Thursday January a4tb, i8gg. There are meetings where old memories rise glorious and sublime From the tomb of former ages to the light of pre- sent time. And the dear associations of a dead and buried past I I », ,!!' I!! 1 46 Will a myriad recollections with their gloom or glory cast A spell npon the present, to aflfect the hnman heart By a ray of joyful pleasure or by sorrow's bitter dart : The m«,Ung wUch j, h.uored by yoar pr».no. here to-night ^'^''^'brighf ' indications on the wings of memory As sons of sires departed of the grand old pioneers Whose names grow ever brighter through the cycle of the years; ^ 'Tls yours the right to picture, to show the wide degree , Between dark Hochelaga and the light of Vllle Mane : Though bigotry and ignorance go carping at your And deem it usurpation when yon fill honor's place. Yonr signal magnanimity can smile at such demean . /on who stand pre-eminent in light of history seeUa Now, Learning's beacon glistens in strong effulgence Where the gloom of savage vengeance filled a forest vast and drear. The tomahawk, the spear and bow the camp and council fire, '^^^ ""te^eTfreT"* ^^^ scalping- knife told each a 47 The dusky warriors taught their sons from Nature's solemn voice, No word divine had e'er proclaimed the Christian's happy choice, A he^fhen darkness spread its pall o'er hut and palisade And Hochelaga little knew the wonders God had made. Behold ! in splendor beaming gleams un oriental star, In shining still it brightens, to show its advent from afar : Look ! look old Donnacona right o'er St. Malo bay Upon the shorea of gifted France its lustre seems to sway. A form by its brilliancy in sailor garb is seen, He mounts a stately vessel's 3ide it is La Grande Hermine, Her prow is to the setting sun, her sails are now unfurled Out she glides o'er billowy foam to greet a distant world. Far o'er the crested waves she steers for fatheriand and God, If e'er she strikes a foreign strand the cross shall bless it« sod. And in the name of Christ and king that sailor of renown Will deck salvation's emblem with his country's arms and crown, 48 I Eifl. I II Bach seamnn of that little fleet, as tie draws forth Ills lance Will cheer the ^reat Jacques Cartier, true son of glorious France : But let us not forestall the goal of that proud swell- ing sail Whoso gallant pennant gaily waves to occidental gale. She still in beauty onward rides nor heeds the storm-king's roar. Through far Belle Isle and Bay Ghaleur she hails famed Oasp^'s shore, Where first the little seed was cast by Haintly Oartier'si hand That soon took root and multiplied throughout this fair young Land : The chilaren of the forest loved the standard placed to view And longed to hoar the story of the white child's Manitou, With Christian zeal Jacques Gartier sighed for this unlettered race, And fain would break the fetters off by force of saving grace. A chieftain's sons he captive took back to his own dear soil, To rouse his brethren's ardor in the cause he now would toil. The rivers, vineyards, heard his tale throughout dear, sunny France, h ! 40 Wlio«e noble sons and danfi^hters now westward would advance To spread the lijfht, and teaoii the word that set* from bondage free, And makes the savage wigwam ring with Christian jubilee : When summer winds nulocked again old winter's icy chain Jacques Oartier with liis daring band recroased the raging main Nor stayed his course till he did reach where we are met to night, And heard the Indian hunter sing on Hoohelaga's site: Departed Spirit ! see the change thy noble efforts bring.- - Bustling cities, smiling plains, where art and science ring The clarion notes of Freedom's air beneath Canadian skies, Jehovah's temples raottt sublime in solemn grandeur rise, And Charity'M institutions, too, this noble country span Kind Heaven smiles propitious at the shrine of good St. Ann I The priest* of God and holy nuns, those doves of Christ on earth All hiess thy memory Cartier and the land that gave the birth, ■ f''. ilit ,-'*V i?' I II' i >«1' !■ 50 For in thy footprints followed well the best blood of thy race. Here saintly Marguerite Bourgeois found her last loved resting place, Madame de La Pelletrie, De Maisonnenve, the great, the good Champlain Have left a record on the page of bright immortal fame: We speak not of the priesthood now, who gave their blood, their life To propagate the germ of peace in midst of savage strife, A requiem to their sacred dost is sung by many streams , From Oasp^ bleak to western hills where last the sunlight beams : Ah I Frenchmen, who dare say to you : " You are intruders " here For Justice by priority can read your title clear : The old, old enmity was raised, when you proposed just now A statue of the Virgin Queen upon the mountain brow; Tower of David, come one day and glorify it yet ; Grant Ville Marie, thy glowing shrine a favored Bernadette : From off the waters of this land, ita cities, towns and plains The tide of time sliall ne'er effiftce old France's Celtic names, 51 Here to-night for Ireland's sake, allow me Friends tosay We hold you clasped in memory dear since fever- stricken day, And cold the Irish heart will be ere it can once forget The sainted names of Baillargeon, of Caza and Bourget : When the Irish orphan struggled ^ith its mother's lifeless breast, The daughters of French Canada that infant form caressed. Such charity is requited where all perfections dwell But, Irish lips now fain would speak the love they feel so well. Oh I Canada I French Canada ! TLy children are renowned In every land, from every tongue their credit doea redound ; * Thy orators and statesmen, thy bards and scholars fine, Thy artists famed and athletes do each resplendent shine, And thy genius so transcendent to heavenlv ior gives birth '' ' When Albani thy nightingale does carol to the earth : The exalted soul of Oartler such changes sees today Where he did seek a passage to the shores of flir Cathay ! I. - vV I l . 62 YeB build him up a monument, and let the sculptor's skill ^ Now manifest the ardor of a grateful people's will, And while on earth he's honored oh ! may his spirit rest, ^^^ ^C^ '^' ^^^ *^ mankind this land by nature What I might have been ! I wandered to-day through a snow clad dell Enrapt in a reverie deep. And soon o'er my pathway a shadow fell When I raised my eyes but to weep, As I saw the leafless branches nod In the pure and bracing air, And my soul arose in a sigh to God, For its image was truly there : The germ of life was still congealed By the bitter frost of time. And the scanty fruits it once did yield Wer«> seared by the rust of crime ; While deep emotion stirred by breast And I checked the burning tears 68 I would gladly die to have redressed The wrongs of vanished years : On the sands of time in early life I drafted my fntare way, But the human will, and the world's strife Soon led me far astray : Oh I Had I pursued that happy trace What a man I could now be ; My heart the temple of every grace That makes the just so free : Yet a cheering thought redeems my fault, 'Tis natures law to derange- Only one bright orb in the starry vault Is never seen to change. Oh I Grant, my God, each coming hour Like the Northern star I'll be, When the gloomiest clouds around me lower Ever fixed in my course to fhee : Let the radiant finger of hope now guide The contrite prodigal's hand, Till he stands redeemed and purified In the happy Promised Land, In the balmy breezes of genial spring Each tree once more will bloom, And reviving souls, let us hope will bring Their fruits beyond the tomb. r. h ^^^^r^^f^yZF 54 CATHOLIC CUSTOMS. In the Province of Quebec. As the vane npon the steeple tells liow the zephyr blows, So the customs of a nation its morals oft disclose The virtues that embellish and the vices that destroy Have each their mark or token set as signets to de- ploy ; The heathen has his oracle, the savage has his sign And while one mayjbe malicious the other is benign' The holiest of Customs that memory can command, Have votaries untiring in our French Canadian land. It is here we are transported to patriarchal days, When sons of men breathed love to God in harp and timbrel praise : Prized was the father's blessing then in joy or grief forlorn, Nor here less prized it ne'er can be on each bright new Year morn. Though tempests rage and distance casta a gloomy shade to chill, 55 Tlipy cannot crush affection's strain, nor cheek the noble will Of many a Jacob seeking home that blessing to obtain, Which sanctifies the happy hearth on our Canadian plain. Still other customs dearer yet afford a pure delight And Peace, with joy and sanctily, come morning noon and night To bless the Christian child, who hails the sound of that sweet chime, Which .speaks of God Incarnate in mystery most sublime ; The Morkshop and the school-room do evince devo tion's zeal The angel's salutation is repeated with the peal Oh ! Oft, I've seen the real of the world-famed Mil- lets' hand In the mien of toiling peasants on the furrows of our land. And when the dying Christian feels the last tempt- ation's storm. Hear how the dear Redeemer comes in sacramental form. With surpliced priest and blessed light preceded bv the bell, ^ Fervent peasants at the sound that lov'd procession swell. The pious mother into use a happy custom brings, 56 A child's first step is taken as the sacred Mass bell rings : I^t skeptics mock, the godless gibe, they cannot understand The faith-inspiring customs through our Frencli Oanadian land. II 1' A Retrospect. A glance retropective from manhood's estate Yields a solace in sorrow aud strife ; It sends the life current with vigor m great As it flowed in the morning of life • How often in spirit I look to the past To its pleasures so free from alloy ; The sunahine of life not a shadow wag cast As I roamed o'er the fields when a boy. ' The angel of innocence guarded my way And naught wore the hue of alarm j The bloom of all nature was cheering and gay Each note rang with melody's charm. 67 The flowers that bowed to the breezes of Jane Were colled for a fond mother's joy. And dear to the heart was the bobolink's tune As I roamed o'er the fields when a boy. By the bank of the streamlet I wandered along Looked for nnggets of gold in its sands, Anon was the hero of story and song, Great chief among patriot bands A symbol of time was the brook's steady flow And though clouds might its mirror employ " Still Heaven's reflection would presently show In its depths, where I gazed when a boy. I mocked the gay warblers of woodland and glade Chased the hare and the fox to its den, ' And drafted my future beneath the cool shade Of the butternut tree in the glen ; How manhood would yield all the trapping of years For one innocent hour with a toy Unknown were the cares of this valley of tears As I roamed through the woods when a boy. Bach season had beauties enchanting to win All the fervid emotion of mind ; In summer's sweet calm or in Autumn's loud din Youth's ardor saw all was refined, Though daily I meet with the leained and great Yet, old memory seeks not to destroy ' The scenes of my youth and my frolicsome gait As I roamed o'er the fields when a boy. ■-5 ;■* I! I 58 From those happy links away back in the chain One constant vibration rings clear, And the impress of Heaven will ever remain To comfort, to guide, and to cheer ; It was sealed as I knelt by a loved mother's knee ; 'Tis a solace when troubles annoy, "Tis the only thing left ever faithful to me Since I roamed o'er the fields when a boy. SUNSHINE ON THE CROSS. Kneeling in a chapel on an autumn ev'ning drear, When warblers piped adieu to the woodland brown and sear, To no holy aspirations could my weary spirit soar, It harmonized with nature in the gloomy look she wore ; The barren hope of worship that checked my heart's desire Was tinctured with a bitter to quench devotion's fire ; » In sad dejection rising the portals to regain— A flood of light burst gently athwart the window pane, 59 And looking to the chancel, that bore angelic gloss. A brilliant ray of sunshine had r^ted on the Cross. Although no clouds seemed riven the lustre lincered still, *» Evoking sweet emotions that emit a joyous thrill : A sadden inspiration dispelled all petty fears, And I gazed upon that altar as not before in years : For, I felt that there concentred, to the wayward days of youth. Was the one celestial haven, the Christian's onlv booth. ^ How wild soe'er the tempest of the demon's raefne strife ; * * However dark and dreary be the thorny path of life. We can ever bear our burden through the world's pitch and toss If we turn for light to guide us to the sunshine on the Cross. Again in humble silence I bowed before that shrine, Shocked to think what idle faith was in this heart of mine ; No prudent -barrier stemming our pleasure greed and gain, But slight excuses drawing from duty God makes plain ; In years remote Christian was the synonym of saint, Such is our legal title, wh> should we halt or faint ; In days of strife yet coming let us our armor bear, Hordes of hell in vain attack the shield of fervent prayer ; In days of adverse trial, in doubt, in peril, loss Be ours that balmy solace the sunshine on the Cross. * 60 Take care of the Emigrant Girls. {The last words of JathtrRiordan of Castle Garden, N. Y,) No hero's last breath upon Victory's field As his soul met the spectre's demand • No soldier when forced to the victor to yield E'er uttered a sentence more grand Than Erin's dear son, as in liberty's name He thought of old Ireland's bright pearls • No dying request more endearing to fame ' Than " Take care of the emigrant girls." The verdure of Erie's dear valleys and hills Shall fade e'er his name be forgot, It shall live on the hills the rivers and rills Be blessed in each hovel and cot. ' And in ages to come some child of our race While spurning the lords and the earls ' Will sing the dear words in a spirit of grace " Take care of the emigrant girls." For glory of God, this request of his heart, By heeding, our fealty extend. Kind words from our lips can we often impart Though struggling, still let us befriend The daughters of Erin, who come to our beach Of faith they're its glories and pearls, ' Their virtue illumes, and by actions they preach Take care of the emigrant girls." 61 They brightened the past and the future they'll bless, We feel it;is Heaven's decree Expels them from home in the da- of distress To climes of the brave and the free ; The sons of Columbia soon learn to prize The beauties with bright eyes and curls, From depths of true hearts fond affections arise To <' Take care of the emigrant girls." Our prelates and statesmen, our soldiers of rank " Slight not the poor emigrant child In boyhood their mothers to check a'gay prank Spoke tales of the ocean so wild : ' God bless them they equal the best in our land Guard them in trials and perils. ' ^a'rft**'®'* • ^"^ '^^y**''' ^*^'" ^«eP ^^y command Take care of the emigrant girls." Thy name, and thy tomb we shall ever enshrine With hallowed affection's impress, No child of old Erin shall ever decline To honor that holy recess Where the patriot dust of Melchisedech's pride Appeals for the purest of pearls. His last words to earth on the day that he died " Take care of the emigrant girls. " •>^ IT' '$-u (?j^ «2 Lines on the Queen's Birthday. Montreal, 1879. / r 66 IRELAND. Past, Present, Future I, an Irish exile's son, will speak to day a patriot's part. May heaven inspire my words with zeal to gain your ear and touch yonr heart : With deep aflfectic^ in my breast, I think with joy of Erin's shore ; Her sunburst waves her harp resounds despite the clanks of Tullamore. Oh : glorious isle : thy freedom dawns, the sun of Justice soon will shine, And victory's laurels yet shall crown lov'd Sexton Oavitt, and O'Brien : ' I)e«r IiHand's sons and daughters fair, from balmy cork to Donegal, Beihisto day our heartfelt prayer, before theshrines of Montreal. 67 Oh, may the heritage she did yield to rude oppreswrs ▼ain and strong. Beturn again to bklghten homes, so deep in gloom through years of wrong, And may her spirit nobly shine the beacon light o'er ocean's crest, Sweet isle of Saints and scholars too, once more the pride of Europe's west. No craven footprints stain that soil, on history's page it is revealed Her sunburst high on Shannon's banks was still supreme on Glontarfs field : May God restore her rights once more by no cursed treaty let her fall, Be this the prayer of Irish hearts on Patrick's day in Montreal. Oh ! don't forget the shamrock shore, her banner free was once unfurled. And sparkling genius has she sent to radiate and guide the world : Alas, her hopes were crushed to earth, her exiled sons were forced to roam To flee the vengeance of a wrath that scourged their own loved island home ; But few remained : our martyred dead, I need not tell you how they fell. And shed their blood to keep the faith and free the land they loved so wen : 68 Dear Emmet's spirit guards their to his tomb will call The genius ofa sculptor hand, God speed the day says Montreal. *= "ay ♦^u- * t. graves till Freedom to his tomb will call God speed the day ! oh, yes, it comes, ite morning starlight gently gleams, ^ And noble-hearted English sons do herald forth its bnght'ning beams : Vile dastard treachery, heartless, base, and vain coercive, senseless might Must yield to true men's noble aim in struggling now for Erin's right • "SKimg The wreath forlorn, will soon again upon her brow be nobly seen. And Home Bule's banner spread ite folds to free- dom's air in College Green • °'' Zlr^ T^""'u ''^"^ '^«^^'«^' ""^y heaven guard through centuri'es all ^"ttf • I"*J^^ '^"^'""'^ P"*y«^ »* Freedom's Bhrine in Montreal. "They're going with a vengeance now". I fain would this forget to day, 69 ^^ '^ln^''T^ ^'°'' "^ "^^ ^"«^ ^«*d' ^I^ose lonely dirge is the ocean wail • Departed spirits, unite in our prayer for liberty's cause in the dear old laud Guard the efforts, guide the st;ps, and cheer the hopes of the patriot band : May liberty's torch light Albion's mind to dispel the shade of her misery's pall S«on and Celt will bless the day, let this be our prayer in Montreal. Now, Irish beauty, valor and love, and maiden modesty world renowned, Sons Of sires of the Celtic race, let our thoughts go forth to the triple crowned • Eternal Rome made our Patrick's day from pagan bondage our land to free ' The gold of our hearts great Leo should get in the joyous year of his Jubilee • Let faith and fatherland be our theme, God's holy priesthood ever our guide And brigh er' days for Erin will come though gloomy the clouds on every side • May the bright St. Lawrence peacefully flow and Happiness rest on our homesteads all • May the thi^tje, the rose and the maple leaf entwine with the shamrock in Montreal. 70 ii ft Our Lady of Lourdes. (Written on the reception of an image of Onr Lady of Lourdes, for my little son, from Bight Eev E. M. DE Pauw, Hal. Belgium.) Today, Virgin Mother, thy most humble child Forsakes the illusions by which he is beguiled, And turns his soul to that firmament's height Where the impress of nature joins beauty and might. And hope, fervent hope, does its blessing impart To sustain the desire of each Catholic heart. That beyond those bright orbs one day may be seen. Our Lady of Lourdes, sweet Immaculate Queen, Prom the taint at the fount of humanity's stream The shield of God's power has kept thee supreme : As the children of old in the furnace of flame Intact still was guarded thy virginal name. When the mandate went forth to the ends of the earth Proclaiming thy royal immaculate birth Sweet joy filled our hearts with affeci on serene Dear Lady of Lourdes, our Immaculate Queen, 71 To sjuit'tion the dogma Christ's vicar decrees Stands the wonderful shrine of the famed Pyienees, There the halt and the sad every day do rejoice On the spot where was heard thy Immaculate voice, Sweet Virgin, we love thee ! oh mother most mild, ' Whose presence announced to the poor peasant child Thy spotless conception, thy heavenly mien Dear Lady of Lourdes, our Immaculate Queen. On Calvary's height, when the rabble did frown, And the blood of thy Son from the cross trickled down ; In that saddest of hours when thy poor heart was broke — Sweet Jesus that moment these words to thee spoke: ** Behold ! Mother, thy Son," and St. John took the place As the deputy there of the whole human race ; " Son, 'tis thy Mother ", whose pitiful mien Pleads for mankind, their Immaculate Queen. Oh, Virgin, thy grief in that sorrowful spot By earth's lowly children is never forgot ; Of thy care we have proof in Blessed Simon Stock ; At Lourdes, La Salette, Mount Carmel and Knock, ' In this land of the west, the bright hope of the free, Our hearts are true shrines of affection for thee ; Oh, Guard and console us in life's darkest scene' Dear Lady of Lourdes, Our Immaculate Queen. ' i - 72 The visit of Dalton McCarthy. (The following lines were added to an article written on the equal Eights meeting held in Mont real at which Dalton McCarthy was present ) The great gun of all of the " devils thirteen " .Was mounted and polished to glorious sheen, Then cautiously rolled to that parapet's heigit Where excuse served as proxy for many a n^ht ; iTe ""'" *''""^''' "" laggards woLia And cause the poor Papists in terror to shake ; That h,s boom would instil in the Equal Kights party , ^ s o New spirit and force to cheer Dalton McCarthy. Well, he came and we saw him, this thirdpartv man, *^ '' His fort is not built on the Charlton plan As a rabid fanatic he seeks not to shine ' It don't suit McCarthy nor should it O'Brien • Could the dust of some grandsires arise to proclaim Quite a few would be clad in the mantle of shame Were chanting new paeans for Dalton McCarthy. 73 Are the leopards nuch changed since they hoisted the fluke, Steered their craft to a kingdom for Cumberland's Duke : Equal rights to a Papist ! How, the loyal did whine, And swear the Queen's crown they'd kick into the Boyne : Eight well were they known, Albert Edward, to you, Who so royally sat on the orange and blue, But they've changed their cognomen to Equal Rights party, And the Protestant mare is now rode by McCarthy. She's a beauty when decked in her emblem of glory. As she frets and she fumes for a mantle more gory ' Charlton, the groom, he delights at each prance. Had he on the spurs she would quickly advance But, sensible Protestants take a different view Sir John, and Lord Stanley have curbed her in too And lucky 'tis so for each crank of the party Or she'd run them amuck with poor Jocky McCarthy. Our dread for awhile would move moumtains to pity Ah, not since Tom Eobinson threatened our city Did such dastard fear so encumber our souls, It was a relief when we heard of the polls.— The great panacea for Mercier's oppression, AS they dan<; a p„,..„,. ^„„j j,^,^^^ McCarthy. N. B-McCnhy i. p„„„„„j .. „^5^„^ .__ ^^^ ^^^^ IN MEMORIAM. J«Mie D. L. FLherty. But Short 'twa. the farrows of age I leveled down deep in the dust, Today the bright student I call, who dare say the decree is unjust t "'"nay tne '^Tre^fr""^"^"''"-'-'^"'-"'"'*" *''"'rtt;:''.'ftr'"''~ "■"""*« »-■•"«'« 75 Ere the bloom of thy spirit was sallied God freed thee from sorrow aod strife ; Yes, a cold hand touched thy pure heart, ere a Mother could fold in her arms, Her only young son, a bright genius, the casket of all her true charms, She was far from you Jesse that morning, her hands were not laid on thy breast No touch of her lips on thy eyelids did close tiicn) down sweetly to rest. No father, no sister, no mother did iill the la^st look of thine eyes, But the splendor of God and His treasures were brighter far ofif in the skies. Oh, 'tis sad ! with the stranger to die, with none of our kin to the fore, To be snatched from the dearest of class-mates we played with a moment before ; But to die in the arms of God's anointed, with the head on the breast of the priest. To only a saint such is granted, a saint that is called to the Feast. 'Twas sudden the summons that bid him beyond the bright portals to dwell. Like a flower when culled for its beauty ere a stain on its petals yet fell ; Like a star when at brightest 'tis beaming it sud- denly ceases to shine, Alas for his friends and companions, so did his bright genius decline ; t n 76 """ 'rz7oT^::r ""' "^- "^"' ~«- » Ofa light that will guide our weak ft^f . Till j*'''^"^- -'«--" js'jr^^^^ '^^^ Till we meet you with God and His a„li. k the bright portals sublime ^'''' ^'"^""^ lou led a life so God-fearine- Vmn • ^ spirit made fair ^' °^ """^^"^ yo"*- But to joy 'twill be chanired in fL * * the decades of yeZ ^"'"'"' ""*^*'^° Aud hope, Christian hope in th« n,.o *• At the end of life's journey theyTmeet hi™ . the path of true sanctity trod . ""' ^''^ tome ye blessed of Mv FufliPr f« ' . , . home ,. ,1.. U.Z7tj^ p.*'**' """' """o 77 To My Sister. Oh sister, darling sister, I tliiuk of you just now With a fond heart's last pulsation, with the death- aew on my brow. With a thousand recollections-all sweet memories of the past Bising up as glowing angels in the chill December blast : I am going quickly going, to pay Nature's solemn debt, When they speak to you of Jesse, dearest sister, do not fret. Know that God has called me to him, in this melan- choly way, Far from Father, Mother, Sister. Ah I 'tis sad to die this day ; Were you here I would have whispered little things I'd like to tell, * With a pure heart's fond devotion to a sister loved so well. But my spirit will have freedom to commune with you through life 'Twill be near to guard and guide you in danger and in strife : » b « ^ *^ dew "** ^^ Mother, keep me in your memory Hark, they call me, I must go now, lo ! the priest of Woa is near. ^ *™ ^are ni'^^h^^* *******"" '^*' "'® ^®**'* ^^ ***'^®° Farewell Sister, dearest Sittet, this it Jesse's last Qood-bye. rs To my Class-mates. TbXlT '""^^'P"". I ««ickly went aw.y , , The M«.ter called, I had batto obey. ^ ' Mortality, my „otence, it so may happen y,« To leave yoar friends in haste, wUhoaf a fond adlen Toa «e but walking shadows,' and like me Ton too may drop as falls the blossom off the tree • Oome, said the angel, and I had to go. Who were my advocates at the indgment bar t My trusun God, the prayers th!,, /limtdt heaven 8w«t Mai' li'^r.r"'"'' "'•'■'•™"»"«»«»in. They plead for me, and Satan was defied Wi'^? f '"°,'^'' *""'""' ' •"« ""«> »»-» died W sdom, learning, science, all are good and riAt If empered with religio. pnro and bright ' ' Let your bodies be true temples of the Holy Ghort In^" """ "'" '-' «<«»'' Joy the Zt "^' We II meet again, beyond the portals of the akv I'm gone, You'll come, for Heaven wa, mad. for yon. 7f Who Can Stand that day ? Let the sun withdmw his light, And nature's blackest darkness envelope the world, Let all the elements of earth rise in revolution Mountains shake from oflF their very base Oceans leave their beds and inundate the'lands. Or let the vast basin which hold their waters Be rent asunder : And let them through Earths diameter be plunged into space • In short let all the laws of gravitation Cease to act : Let earth and rocks, Valleys Plains and hills, and all in nature rise Antagonistic to laws that erst prevailed • Let thunders, lightnings and internal fires Consume and terrorize : Let the myriad orbs And planets crash, reeede and recoil till Nothing but chaos and disorder reign • Let demons with all the fury of the infernal Regions magnify intensely, as within their Power lies, ihe most dismal terrors and Disruption : Let the horrifying desolation be As deplorable, as hideously awful as the Hell-born powers of description, possessed by The most satanic imp in all the demoniac Regions, could eflfectually paint it : Though our mortal shells of gilded loam Or painted clay might be to atoms crushed Or reduced to dust and ashes in the ' Overwhelming upheaval and general cataclysm, let in all this terrific alarm to read " Heaven 80 And eartli may pass away, but my word Shall not " would leave the Catholic Soul llnlZ ''".^ r*'*'* *°^ trauqnillity. And with ^ Renewed and hopeful col^leuoe and greater Faith, would that true sa»l repose ""■ " wit'""" """""■• ^"' **"• """ "- Why is it so ? There's a sigh ora tear, a hope or a fear To season our daily employment, There's a loss or a gain, a pleasure or pain lo chequer each social enjoyment Here there is mirth at illustrious birth And nobles in sheen are enrolling While round the low bed of the pau|>er that's dead There's hardly a mortal condoling The poor orphan's tear embalming the bier As nigh to the tomb 'tis approaching Gives little regret to the opulent pet That's sated with pastry and coaching. And here at the Altar hence never to falter In sharing life's burden united Two hearts are now feeling a holy revealing A grace from the troth they have plighted m Anon do we view, ami frequently too The work of cursed jealonsly creeping Ah ! pitiful course in a court of divorce A unit sit whicli virtue stands weeping. Some iMiflfl are at rest while others are pressed To lowly but dignified labor, There are lips free from guile and some that revile The deeds of each generous neighbor ; .Some minds are sedate, not a few are elate With the prospect of riches and glory, While some hopes are shining there's many dlsclining Old time has a ravelled up story. The sycophant's sneer, and the hypocrite's leer Supersede the real worth of a nation. And true men are slaves to the rascally knaves Whom artifice leads to a station. Here amdens are sighing, and rivals are vieing While blushes are seen in profusion, Th«re»8 the conquering air and the look of despair An index of jlted intrusion, And tbMon life's ocean there's ever commotion Bach wave brings a medly astounding, But why it is so no mortal shall know UntU the great trumpet is sounding. 82 IN MEMORIAM. Emily B. McDern,ott. died .t Kingston Ash Wednesday. ,890. Ite tie of endearment was suddeni v brolin The daughter departed unmindfal of tears TUe7!!f""^, '^""^^^ **•' ^^ossomiug years. ZIk '''"'' ^"'"^' destrnction and And inlls the pnre flowers to sleep with his breath ; The fairest of all bid this vale a good-bye On the^day that the Church teaches man he mnst Theyve laid her to rest neath the tarf of her land She 8 umbers in peace at her Maker's command Fo'r Z' ''"'" *'" ""^^' ^-"** maidenX thee, ^«r God's greatest glories are thine now to see • I '.y heart filled with hope when the parting drew Thy spirit so bright of the grave had no fear. Bruevolent, charitable, cheerful and mild J he hnght Qneen of Angels will greet her fair child, Oh, inends, weep her not, she is severed from sorrow The parted of earth meet in heaven tomorrow • Happy the dear one whose trials are o'er The pangs of affliction will wound her no more, ^d 8 blessed angels will greet her above Where nothing is heard but the anthems of love 83 Practical Catholicity. What 18 our religious belief! We are Catholics, members of that grand institution the true Church Of Christ, that church which has seen the beginning of all the multiform inventions called religion and which IS destined to see the end of them all accord- ing to the promise of her Divine Founder : We are Catholics. We believe. But in how far can we justify our assertion T Are Me nominal, indifferent or good practical Catholics t We may pray, attend mass, approach the Sacraments occasionally ; live quiet orderly lives J in short, be good agreeable people. But as catholics, IS nothing more required of us t Have we not a Divine Model to imitate ? Are we not mem- bers of the Church militant, who should be ever Mtive in promoting the reign of Christ upon earth t We should never be indifferent or careless. If every Catholic layman or woman took as much trouble to disseminate and defend Catholicity as the enemies Of our faith do to misrepresent and calumniate it, we could very soon accomplish incalculable good, by crushing out the spirit of malignant, prejudice that prevails, and thus be instrumental in brineinir souls to God. Catholics, we should never on any occasion be so careless as to stand silently by and allow falsehoods on our Church and our Clergy to go unchallenged ; we should resent them by words of no uncertain sound, expressed in a spirit of true Christian charity. 84 we admit such calamay 7, t" ' Wh"""""^' emilT " • "'*•"' '-'-«» the Wghe,?! As Catholics are we so coward iir o-« a-dac.t, .f ,.„eeit ! -Tis'.he oM -eoVr.h?;^' Catholic, .i.,..„t rc':; oa»:::::^"'rr let a. nake n effort to eolighten him. If it u^ » po,-t we d. „,t .„d.„t„d let m, "JuHoTr r„™ .,» °* °" '"*"•" ^-o'^hedesirea, hewm return with a more &vor.bl« impreaai..' «f ^o" e'ergy : Letu. co„,id,r It o«r d«ty ,o be th.r^.^^ 8b should not remam ignorant of anything relating to noglCor"'"""'""'- '""'"<""* "• «»'P^*"e By removing points of error with which a bigoted press has poisoned and daily poisons the minds of our separated brethren mnch can be accomplished We can m a thousand ways convioce them of the absord.ty of their opinions concerning Oatholicitr- regard,ug the Bible, Holy Mass. Infambility, TnXl gences medals, adorution of the Vi,^in and'^reat^t of all bugbears-the confessional. A. little light on these matters will astonish them and cause ! salutary investigation of the works of renegades and ZTT- . '•''•"««".'"'« be no hesitation on our found hese people are very ignorant of Catholic pnnciples they affect to despise so earnestly and criticise so «,rely. Why, la m. ! they read itln the Scandaluer or heard it from Rev. Mr.Slipshod Wouderful paper ! Clever man, no doubt : But it requires a little more than calumny however magni- hed to demolish the structure of which Jesus Cbri»t of our faith adopt such tactics. It is doubtfoul if it can be said of them as of the ungrateful Jews, "They know not What they do," w. must enlighten ,'hem by all m«tns at our command : In this respect every Catholic can be a zealous missionary It [" becomes us to be indifferent in matters of faith ■ wo 8« •hould mn act on the defensive by words .mfl «~mpl.. At .11 time, it i, opportLe wLtf Jtander .nd deno.nce bigotor. I? XitX^^ be even prudent where. >plrit of aggreMlve r.?„^J •™n OM oeen nwde, and retraction demanded fy. ^o^ - detaner. to . good solid "^".I't^: «rei::Lrrrrnsri--^- "^i.trL^^TtSsfnT^j^r;"'' Young Men. f.«iUUte effec/ve .^t^nftoX^riorrarr menta of the arts and sciences we find T., "^ men «w,n. the humblest sto.Cs ta life h^e 3 b«t«l most to the material development of tte wortd' ve'lT^":,'..^"'"' '""'"^' >"•"" »™^'" fa every wallt of life they are truly distinenished The,r success is no doubt due t» theiro" „1tiri„» industry, energy and perseverance a ? ,?' * portion Of those who Z. at^"^ distinct on Z fume ,s yet too low. Why this is so ma^ be ea^v «sked, but not so readily answered. Tmcy be^ue 87 to the improper training of youth, to carelessnesa to that criminal indifference which seems to take root m some commanitieg, and also to a lack of metho I on the part of the parents in directing children early in life, to follow set rules exacting light occu. pation apart from hours of study and play : Children in cities often t«ke their first steps on the road to ruin through want of occupation Pa rent« should impress on the minds of their children from their earliest years the Divine mandate, " Man must earn his bread by the sweat of his brow • - The young man who grows up without entertaining an inclination for any special pursuit, without an aspiration or resolution to attain prominence in some particular profession or business, shall only in ex ceptional cases indeed do credit to himself or his triends. This want of resolution is often caused bv negligence of instruction, by early associations with J^mpanious, who though naturally good, neverthe- less spend their time idly, around the streets, at the river front building castles in the air, dreamily pic- turing how soon they may be masters of the great ships laden at the wharfs. On Sunday they may be seen m more objectionable places, ogling and criti- cizing the ladies as they step forth from the porches ot God's holy temples. As they hear much profanity m their daily rounds, their style of address soon changes. Gradually they become boisterous, obs- cene and blasphemous, and too soon they go a grade MiaOCOTY MSOUITION TBT CHART (Ahttl and ISO TEST CHART No. 2) /APPLIED IN/MGE Inc 1653 East Main Stnti Rechntar, New York 14609 US* (716) 482 - 0300 - Phon* (716) 3aa - 9M6 - ro« ts iZI,'".!*"'"? "■• ""' P"'^°' specimens of «e. Do young m«n who p„s„e sach acoorseeverston to consider why they were created f S til 1? peet the blessing Of God to reston theS^? S^^Z erer refleet on the blood-stained Mount of Cal™^? Th«e are spiritnil questions bearing directly on 7he physical and material : If young men of thi. . wonld only break the chain'of 1 habi,^ by 2Tb gmg takes it set : how very soon would thev be honored, admired' and esteemed. They shonH ^ so ; in fact, they must do so, or forevef *u":.^'if," Xa ttt'tla: Z""'."" ~''"-'»- "' ^T: wnata pity that so much bright talent is wasted ZlZTV """""K » respectaWeTu^,- couM attain positions i„ which theiVservices^Zrt a^dT.'ifh^h!:!'"'^"?''"- "»' "''y "-"'^ ^•»" and del ght their parents and friends and at the same tme emoy healthy physical exereise and take IT •ur. m instructive social enjoyments. Burk.says : »how me your youug men of oriuoi pie, and I Will show you the future nation another ' writer adds to this : Dead flsh float on ZtJb^Z take, a man of bone and mnsol. to swim^«i'nst th. 89 fish into almost any shape : u takes a man of prin- ciple to pnt his foot down and say «„ when theS are ag,«n,t him. Ctholic yonng men show yon h»™ both nerve and conrage ; read good nape™ and books at home, scieatiac books, books of 3^ rm gjons books, thus every catholic will be well gl^d.' ed in the tenefc. „f his faith and able toconfonndThe rToX''".^™.?'"^"^" "' " -— "-Jable s„^' rnnty of religions knowle.J»ZT.Z' Pagator. of evil. One way or the other th. worwJi Ml 90 to a great extent ruled by societies, and the indivi. daal IS almost powerless ; he can as a citizen exert influence in proportion to his ability but it requires proficiency and tact to do much, of course any man can render his eflforts, beneficial to the community if he pursue the right standard of moral rectitude, but he can accomplish much more by disseminating his niitted that societies are very instrumental for good from a financial, charitable, social, political and re- ligious point of view : Too many catholics feel indiflferent about entering societies; they should not, because every Cahoiic society has m view the object of doing something for the honor and glory of God. This is the spirit that animates their assemblies, and our Beedemer has promised that He will be in the midst of those who meet m His name. Why do we hesitate ! Look at the several sect« ; their existence is due almost to socie- lies and some of their societies exist merely, we might say, to spread slanderous, corrupt and perni- cious literature against the Catholic Chureh. But thank God we have one society in particular instru- c!T- ^° ^^-'^^t.^^W-g this evil influence. The Catholic Truth Society-whose members, at the Christian Endeavor Convention held here a few years ago, distributed twenty-five thousand papers to those in attendance : It is no wonder thaT the endeavorers departed with a fine impression of Montreal : Before their arrival they ware led to 91 believe, by a certain section of the Canadian press which lands the apostate, that Catholic Montreal was snnk in spiritual obscurity: They discovered t his was false, returned home enlightened, and, under God's providence, some of the noted conversions since may be due to that visit, which gave to many the first opportunify of perusing a Catholic docn. ment : There are many Catholic societies all doine good-The Holy Name, The St. Vincent de Paul The C. M. B. A.: The Knights of Columbus : But the important question at this moment is- how many people are actively engaged in endeavoring to increase the membership of these societies : Charity the greater glory of God's church, the welfare of our fellow-creatures, are accomplished by united energies : Let us then unite. A Butter Story. Some forty years ago when factories were few and theartofhutter-maklugfarfrom perfect, specula- tors bought what farmers made and had it trans ported to the city, for sale. They bought Indiscri- minately from the farmer with one cow, whose milk was churned by the spoon and crook system, as well as from him who had two or mo,^, and was posses- «or of that Instrument of tortur^the dash churn- the promoter of temper disease and deformity It wassnbstitntedbythe crank, which was rwiived 92 with more favor than cranks at th« present time • ^ZZtZI ""' """* """ *' "'"'«' "O P"""""*"' ™ileet11n? "''*""""' " '""" '""« » »'«>»'« hirted ™„n "' ''"'"" *'"*' " 8«i»l, noble- hearted gentleman «)me years dead, Go,l rest his «o«l, was at the period referred to one of the m«t poplar hnyers in the western part of the district John as a superior judge of their goods, that no n.atter what batter h«i been passed over by other tfrlVTi "T"" """ "•""'«» "Po-^aoertain t me of sale Nor were they disappointed, John always bonght from his friends, enemies heC none. The nnswerving condition was " tabs to be retnraed " And these were tabs of less aniformity than ladies, head gear, containing wood en.agh in «aeh to construct a medium sized balloon frame house. Joh,, in disposing of his purchase at the stipulation tubs reserved " to secure the fulfil- men of the condition by which he was also bo "„d • Whilst collecting tubs he had many an experience w or,h relating and was often the object of the mo^I bitter vitaperation for having palmed off his unsavory stock as the r.flned%r«lnct orsome w. J ""f"^'"*; house one of the worst samples of ftc thatJoh^' T*""^ "" handled = so Sad in fact that John made repeated trips to the city .with- 93 oat oallmg tov the t,.l>, he 8,. dre..dea the e,„o qaencM. Finally urged by the farme,-8 wife, who most have her own special tub returned, as it po^ssed qnalitie, unequalled by any tub in the d.8tr.ot, John decided to call for it on his next trip .»d that trip ,nad., how nervously he touched the ^n^K ?. "'u *""' '^"'^^ »■"' ?»'«*■"«« "e asked • Ih.l A • """* •'"' '"'""' •"" '"^ '^«"y fbs Of the kind dare procee.1 farther than the door, which >e kept ajar, lest, poker or something worse might o.t«d Of the tub be held i„ reserve for hin. B„ Strang,! he wa. received with extreme courtesy, the ub w« politely handed over : .till doubting, he then did he venture to ask how she liked the hotter, wfp*"; ; "f,'"^"«'''» "ythi-g please me so ^Lf„ T' "" "'""""""' "•« boanlcrs b«,d« four of my sons in the house : as ,. butter, e»ch ha« b.s particular taste and his choice color on. like., it blue, ..other green, a third yeltow a fourth Pink, a fifth white, a sixth mottled, .nl« oo : There was in that tub batter to suit each an" every one of them. " Then she smiled, bid him good-bye, and gently ctosed the door. And John stood .tapefl«..'^„w^ «if "tl.r^/J'"'^ *"" "• ""■"*'«» ^ w- T ' , „ =' " *" """"^ " '» "■• "n*"" of an »»gd,'- He took the number of the honse, deter ^5 '-if] 94 mined to make no mistake in the future, then picked «Lff «*"** *°? sauntered off in an apparently medit»ttTe mood. John continued to buy butter on changed conditions-no tubs returned. He never called on the angel again. 95 LECTURES. The following lecture wa. delivered .t the J.cque. Crtier Normal School Sherbrooke Street, Montreal. H«? ol,T*;'^'*°* ^^ ^'^'^ Archbishop Fabre to^Jteosoo an. u/er.^; tt a^^^ L^ nils "^^t 'h'*""""' *"^ ^"'^'^ *^^* '«»«'»«'• <« i^« pu- pils , to the commanity or state apd to himself." May it please your Grace, Mr. Chaieman. -Since I to night have the honoi of .ddre«»m» «te Of id^! • ^"*' '"*"■"' ""y »»k. in the Muse of edacation, it 1. but natural that I should with teaching, «od there i, nothing more intimately *ii| 96 connected with teaching than the teacher himself I therefore propose to treat the relation which the teacher holds to his pupils, to .he community or state and himself as man, in the briefest manner possible, as to do full justice to the subject would require volumes. But before touching this threefold relation it is necessary that we shouhi come to a clear understanding of what u teacher is : any ' ne who imparts knowledge in regard to any matter- mechanical, scientific, artistic, or whatever it luav be, IS called by the papil his teacher. When how- ever, we speak of a l».jdy of teachers the word teach- er takes a higher meaning ; it becomes identical with educator. And what is education ? It is the harmonious developmentofall inborn faculties with a view of raising the pupil to that nobility of cha- racter, that brightness of intellect, that tirmn.vss of determination as will not only benefit him for the battle of life, but enable him to be a useful member <)f, and an honor to the common wealth that claims huu as its own. In former times it was considered sufficient if the teacher managed to make his pupils familiar with the great R's-Eeading, Biting and Rithm-tic,-and when a boy could read well, write a good legible hand (which a very high education had to turn into Illegible), and knew the multiplication table, the teacher was considered a faithful servant who had conscientiously fulfilled all his duties to his pupil To-day the relation between pupil and teacher is a 97 higher one. I do not mean that in developing the mental faculties of the child the teacher has a more ardnous or a more difficult task in being obliged to instruct in geography, grammar, history, natural sciences, and may be many other things. While it IS true that, by instilling into the youthful mind of the pupil all the different kinds of knowledge, he becomes a greater benefactor of the child than he would be were he to conftne himself to the former rudiments still U is now more than ever a mental trainer ; he considers h'mself bound to develop not only the intellect, it is the whole nature he wants to bring to greater perfection, at least put the child on t^e path leading to the more exalted position of Ideal manhood. It is the heart, it is the will, that claim development in childhood, in yonth The mere mental culture does not make people better Those who may feel inclined to contradict thin mte ment take too narrow a view of vice and crime. In f^iTfi ^^ Vu ""'"' '^°'' *^* **»«*^«' «>«>■»» POBitiot in life opened by learning, as a rule, places a niiti .•al barrier against what would shock society, «► since learning multiplies the means of earning a live- lihood. There are, however, crimes that revolt just as much against divine and social order as theft burglary, drunkenness and the whole category of atrocities naturally connected with the slums of low life. There are refined vices, which in intensity of ma- lice and prodnetiveness of shame and misery are 9S equal to, nay, worse, than the vices of the undvi- lized ; hence the development of the intellect must be accompanied by a growth of moral sensitiveness and a solidifying of moral principles. The first train- ing of the child's heart belongs to the mother, to her the phinting of moral principles-but to the teacher falls the responsible lot of^ievelopingand strengthe- ning the young sprouts of the seed sown by a Chris- tian mothers's loving woids and example. From the time of dawning reason to the verge of young manhood, the boy is left, we may say, the whole day to the teacher's care, and he it is who, to a great ex- tent, forms the child's character ; his influence is so great, that we easily judge the polite ways of the teacher, if we get an opportunity of observing and studying the manners of his pupils. This would be all that I consider necessary about the relation of the teacher to his pupils, did this intimacy not also necessitate a relation of the pupils to the teacher. Being with him every day : seeing the interest he takes in their welfare, being treated by him kindly and justly, they appreciate and love him, and thus their mutual relation, I say it from actual experience, goes beyond that outlined by duty. The teacher becomes as it were a father to them, and frequently as they grow up remains their adviser, they make him their confident in their joys and hopes as well as in their sorrows and troubles. When we once have realized that the teacher is one of the greatest benefactors of each rising generation, 99 hL'^L'^fl^^' *^*^^«»^»« ^J^at position to assign him among the promoters of the stability, safet/and fionrr?''^' "**"'"• «^°^« '"^^ g«-«^l edn^ tion is the teacher's work we have but to consider the influence which the intellectual and moral development of the masses has on the welfare oTt™e ?!!!'. *»\««»^i»ced that hismisssonisofsueh importonce that there is none more honorable Abstractly speaking, it might appear that general education-civilization-does not assist man in the pursuit of happiness : With civilization our wants ncrease, wants which cannot all be satisfied, and it the lower the degree of happiness must be. It might love of God and our neighbor, the ennobling and endearing prospect of an eternal happiness, which Idfi i^'.k'"**"'^' simplicity of life remain^ tindsturbed by modern progress. 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