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POEMS AND
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BY RT. REV. M. F. HO IV LET

BISHOP OF ST. JOHN'S NEWFOUNDLAND

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WRITTEN IN l860-'6l-'62 AT ST, BONAVENTLHe'S lOLLEGE.

THE ICEBERG ""7

THE SUMMER MORNING ,

THE ANGLER ..'.' ' 2

THE SUMMER EVENING a

THE "OLD MAN'S BEARD" " ,

WINDSOR LAKE •

THE LAST LEAF 4

THE WINTER MORNING j

ON THE DEATH OF A FELLOW STUDENT 5

THE SWEARING IN OF NO. V. VOLUNTEER COMPANY. 6

TO A FELLOW STUDENT 7

A PANEGYRIC OF MODERN POETS g

TO A CITY FRIEND «

AVE MARIS STELLA ,0

PROCLAMATION OF PUBLIC FAST AND PRAYER AND

HUMILIATION „

HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS It

QTnnMbuiomi

DIES IRAE ,.

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STABAT MATER ,8

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HORATII FLACCI 22

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ANAGRAM 25

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EXTRACT FROM THE 'MEDEA OF SENECA" 32

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WRITTEN BETWEE.N 1863 AND l8;0 AT THE COLLEGE OF PROP.VdANDA. ROME.

LINES 3,

THE PAPAL BENEDICTION AT ST. PETER'S EASTER

SUNDAY, l86s 42

LINES ON THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION 42

THE STAR OF THE MAGI 45

TO REV'D H. McDowell, on his ordination AT ST.

JOHN LATERAN'S 46

THE TRIUMPH OF THE CHURCH 48

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DEAR OLD SOUTH-SIDE HILL, 1899 o,

THE FLAG OF NEWFOUNDLAND 2

NEW CENTURY....:... 2

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" 41— " 14 " " tall,

" 43— " 12 from bottom, " not heeded,
!* 54— " a from bottom, for sign,

58— " 6 " " inteltete,

" 83— " 3 from top, " shaef,
" 85— *' 2 from bottom, " floor,
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The berw of fantartic I'onn

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" Lsestrigonians.
" posuere.
" tale.
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" sheaf.
" flood.
" bellaquae.
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DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Poems and other Verses

WRITTEN IN l86o-'6l-'62 AT ST. BONAVENTUKe's COLLEGE.

THE ICEBERG.

Thou monarch of Ocean, of billows the bride !
Thou fear'st not the tempest ; but calmly dost ride
O'er the waters. — Constructed by nature, huge block.
Thou heed'st not the breaker, avoid'st not the rock.
Not Neptune, the God of the ocean, could vie
With thee, mighty monster, whose head mounts so high
As to be e'en concealed mid the clouds in the sky.
Not the Ark, built by Noah, the time of the flood,
Nor any frail barque built by man, hath out-stood
The rage of the storm, of the tempest the roar, —
But thou o'er the ocean for ages dost soar;
Yet retumest unshattered, unbroken, once more.
Each day thou assumest a different form.
Thou changest as oft as the wind and the storm. —
To-day an old ruin, with rampart and ditch,
Ruined walls, and old castle, deep moat and draw-bridge
To-morrow assuming a different shape:
More like a huge mountain, or high, frowning cape,
Whose crags, clear as crystal are formed from the wave,
(Not of marble or granite) — which thy sides doth lave.—
As thou sail'st o'er the ocean, thou reachest in time,
From thy own icy regions, the tropical clime ;
Where smaller and smaller, thou melt'st by degrees,
Till at length thou return'st to thy mother,— the Seas.

THE SUMMER MORNING.

'Tis pleasant at the break of summer morn

Ere Phoebus yet hath gained his mid-day heat

To walk upon the meadows newly shorn

Whose "golden fleece" lies bleaching at our feet,
In flowery swathes of perfume rare and sweet.

How glad to hear the lusty mower, blytlie

Raise joyfully his merry morning song —

To hear the ringing of his keen-edged scythe
Like silvery music, as it sweeps along
And lays in death the meadows' waving throng-

The nodding flowera which erst in morning's breete
Held proudly high their bright and crested heads

Like {oaming billows upon mimic seas ; —
How heartlessly the callous mower treads
Upon these blushing flowers that strew the meads,

A fitting emblem, hoary Time, for thee,

Who spares no^ youth's bright and flowery bloom,

All wait alike thy Stern and dread decree

Nor youth nor beauty can escape thy doom —

THE ANGLER.

When icy Winter has at length withdrawn,

His cold embrace from meadow, hill and dale ;

And fjentle crocus&es begin to dawn,

And varied flowers perfume the verdant vale.

Then forth the Angler goes with rod and hook,

And with delusive, artificial flies,
Down by the banks of some lone, purling brook.

Within whose eddies swim his silv'ry prize.

Or 'neath the shade of some o'erhanging tree.
He lays him down, and listens to the sound

Of music, from the cascade's rushing sea.

Which spreads its foamy circlets far around.

Or o'er the glassy lake at evening's close,
Impels the gliding pleasure-boat along.

Catches the sporting fishes as jie goes,

And raises loud the far re-echoing song.

THE SUMMER EVENING.

At close of summer eve when toil is o'er

How truly doth the lab'rer's heart rejoice —

Happier he a thousand times and more

To dance upon the green, and raise his voice

In merry laugh — than he possest of gold

Or all the joys which riches can unK)ld.

How iweet to hear the plaintive (ounding fife

Ring down the vale and through the ihady grove
Dispelling thoughu of worldly care and strife
And soothing hearts to Nature and to love.
Oh happy life, to dwell among the meads
Unknown save for the virtue of one's deeds.

Oh, give me but the pure and limpid well

Whence only joy and homely comfort spring —
That ever round the farmer's fireside dwell—
And gladly would I shun the joyous ring

Of Fashion ;— far behind I'd leave the throng
Of city sports, to hear the rustic's song.

THE "OLD MAN'S BEARD. "«

When the glaciers of winter have fled from the sight
And the meadows are clothed in green.

Still sparkling bright in the sun's mid-day light
Is the "Old Man's Beard" to be seen.

When bk>ssoms and buds, blooming flowers shall be soon
And bright, merrie May shall have gone

And the new crescent moon announces fair June.
Still the "Old Man's Beard" lingers on.

It shines forth at night through the thickening haze

Like a silvery bridal wreath
'Neath the moon's pallid rays, as it joyfully plays.

On the rippling waters beneath.

It shines through the groves of green spruce and ixir,t

Which encircle its beautiful side
Like a twinkling star, in the heaven afar.

That scatters its light far and wide.

Like a radiant pearl set in Emeralds green

Through the sunset's last dying glare
It shines forth at e'en a fit crown for the queen
Of the fairies, Titania fair.

'The Old Man's Beard" is a patch of snow on the "Southside Hill,"
which from its position in a deep ravine is protected from the sun's rays,
and remains long after all the other ice and snow have disappeared and
the trees have put on their summer's verdure.

tFir, localism.

WINDSOR LAKE.

SwMt Windsor Lake at length breaks on our sight,
Its margin lost among the distant woods,

Each undulating ripple, fringed with white.
Rolls to the pebbly shore its mimic floods.

The roadway winds along the wooded shore.
And overhead the archmg branches meet,

Anon the lake is lost to view ; once more
The wavelets bathe the rocks beneath our feet.

Thus on through groves of overtowcring fir.
Whose sombre hue is here and there relieved

By noble pine, and graceful juniper.
Wide-spreading birch, and aspens trembling leaved.

The pleasure boat with snow-white sails outspread
.... '^}'^^ "" freshening breeze, glides swiftly pait,
bkims o er the wave, its tiny pendant red
See gently fluttering from the slender mast.

Thus on the tourist wends his pleasant wa>.
Each scene more pleasing as he drives along.

Until by joyful rapture borne away
He breaks into a loud,and cheerful song.

THE LAST LEAF.

Still trembling 'neath the soughing blast.

That sighs along the vale ;
Alone, the loftiest and the last,

Dead, withered, sere, and pale.

Where are thy green companion- ,w.

That sported in the breeie
Of Summer, on each waving bough,

In gracefulness and ease?

Where are the leaves that clothed the tree

Ere .\utumn. and decay,
And Death had claimed them ? All but thee.

Lie scattered o'er the way.

Gone, far and wide, so rudely swept

On winged winds to soar ;
Far, far away, unknown, unwept

To bloom, alas, no more !

But thou, with cheriihni hope, but frail :

Of loved, but mniured life,
With Autumn't drear ami blighting gale

Maintain*!! unequal strife.

Stern Winter, mercileu and cold

With boreal ttorma elate.
Will wrench thee from thy fragile hold

To share thy comradei' fate.

'Til thus with life,— we bloom to-day,

But pale Death comes anon,
And old and young, and grave and gay,

In cold embrace are gone.

THE WINTER MORNING.

As o'er the summit of yon snow-capped hill

The sun ascends, and all the air doth rill,

With his effulgent rays,— His glorious beams

Are all reflected by the frozen streams.

The downy snow-flakes Hitting thro' the air

In various and fantastic forms appear

Of dazzling stars,- and falling 'neath the feet

Create a sparkling carpet, fit to meet

A monarch's tread, — Than cloth of gold more grand.

Or royal purple spun by man's weak hand.

The lofty trees, now stript of verdure, bare.

Stretch out their leafless arms into the air,

But not deprived of all their beauty's glow,

For clothed in silv'ry foliage of snow,

They graceful bend, beneath their heavy load.

And span with drooping arch the slippery road.

In music on the morning air around

The tinklings of the woodman's bells resound.

Thus God's best gifts are portioned out so fair

That every season has its blessings rare.

ON THE DEATH OF A FELLOW STUDENT.*

He is gone, the companion of boyhood's bright hours,
TTie friend of my youth, alas ! where is he now —

He is gone, — ere his life buds beeaiiic blooming flowers.
The cold hand of Death has been laid on his brow.

He ii gone, but the keen Kythe of DcMh cinnM Kver
The bondi thit htve knit ui in (riendihip and love,

He it gone to the retlnu of the Uli^Md forever
To dwell in felicity endlcu above.

■'"''<• bright junny dayi when we wandered together

nd revel*d in joyt that youth ever imparti
Beneath the green grove, or among the iwcrt heather.
Ere grief or affliction had entered our hearti.

They arc gone.— ere their half-ripened fruiti had bi^cn tatted,
The spirit that gave them enjoyment and mirth

Plucked away from amid them, lift withered and waited
Within the cold coffin, beneath the dull earth.

He is gone — but why murmur I what metet it to linger
A few troubled yeart in thit pilgrimage here ?

And Hope points aloft with a beckoning finger
And tellt of a bright immortality there.

Then mourn not, ye friends, nor be sorrowful hearted,

A few fleeting years will unite you again —
Rejoice — 'tis for life without end he hat parted.

And pray, "Requietcat in pace." Amen.

^Jofieph Blundon.

THE SWEARING IN OF NO. V. VOLUNTEER
COMPANY.

(The oath was administered at Fort William. The Company were
unarmed, and in civilians' clothes, as their uniforms had not yet been
procured.)

Not a rifle was seen, not a bayonet shone,

As our Corp.; to Fort William hurried ;
And each Vo!;i:iteer had civilian's clothes on.

And in his Great Coat was buried

We waited till dark, till the fall of the night.

For our men from their labors returning ;
We were sworn, by a lantern's flickering light.

And a candle dimly burning.

Our Captain was there, — not in uniform dressed.

Nor in tunic and belt we found him :
But he marched like a Gentleman* dressed in his best.

With his Sunday coat buttoned around him.

Few and ihort were the worci we ipoke.
And we looked not i look but of torrow ;

Ai we iteadfatlly g»ed on the face of the Book
We bitterly thought on the morrow.

We thought ai we knew that some fresh "greenhomi"
From the "awkward squad" woulil lie drilling,

That they would ruthlessly Ircad o'er the corns
Of their rear-rank men in back-wheeling.

But little we'll lack if they let us march on
In the ranks where a Bishopf has formed us,

And soon we'll surpass numbers Three, Two and One,
Who in sugar-brown uniforms Korned ui.

Quickly and gladly we'll put on our Green,
And we hope it may soon be dyed gory I

We'll willingly fight for our Country and Queen,—
For we are the Boys to win glory !

•His Excellency, the Governor, has been pleased to assent to the
appointment ol J. Kivsnsffh, Gentlemin, etc., e\c.—Rovat Cauttt
tSergeant Biiho. ., R, N. C.

TO A FELLOW STUDENT.
(written on a wece of bikch-rind.)

Dear 'riend, I've a notion to write you a verse,
Now I pray yon, don't rage like a Triton,

Not for writing indeed, but for what is much worsr-
The strange loolcing paper I write on.

Please do not imagine that I could not find

A sheet of respectable paper
And therefore have chosen this piece of birch-rind

Because I have perhaps found it cheaper.

Oh, no I not at all, don't believe it, dear Dick —

And pray don't get into a rumpus —
For this birch brings to memory many a "lick"

When old Dominie M. used to thump us.

I am sure you remember the birchings we got

A id our sympathy one for the other.
And how we concocted some mischievous plot

The old fellow's patience to bother.

"" FXTp^r'^ucif™ '' «'."}°-'"^'' fe stools
With-^ hfiS? ■ 'T '"^'' * ?*"■ "f jackasses—
Th/f ^i '" '™"' '" ''^'^'"'^ we were fools _
That wed ever mount up to PsmassVs '

But if I'm not mistaken, dear friend eiiir- ««,,.
Many reach ,0 that l4r„ed e eva io" ' ""'

%™A"th?h '^\f'>o''"'f- ""'■ wondering view
Beneath them the gaping Creation.

I di(l not intend when I took up my pen

Tn 1 ",i™ ™"'™ ''"e-' to address vou-
Toope„ old sores, so I beg you again •
To have patience and heed to the issue.

2f=;^r-;?tSt'n^r^3^

'T^4^t:."^J-^feto-„t-"ear,

But the bark still remains clinging fast to the tree
Nor seasons nor tempests cL move it '

And such ,s the friendshTp between you and me
Such may T.me's changing current e'er prZ'it.

° And '^h '^*'' ■'i.™''' "^y •'™P °ff one by one
And change with each change of the weather

AnS3'"' °'" '"l"<'^'"P ^" ever move on
And unile us more firmly together.

A PANEGYRIC OF MODERN POETS.

Virgil and all theother poets of old

Bu^b^ihyM * """^ °' *^"' o*" composition,
fl?^ r -^"fiwere inspired, we're told-
(The huss.es ! I could wish them to perditionl-

^f W°d"h.''"" T' f'" "'™^'> 'twere go7
It held by one of modern erudition i

But m the hand of one of ancient l™e

An old goose qu.ll claims their attention more.

Yes ! Virgil Horace, Homer and all these
W^hTTT"^ r u"'"''^'" ^y "'e Muses.

3u^f;=i;rr^rn\d«j™^^^^^

But let the Muses snore with all their mieht

A^'S„"CV„?st.ei^^^^^^
But of all modem poets be it known!
Inspired l-it is a nrodest word, forsooth —

£s?.ttit7o??feroS---r"-

Who write original pa(ren)thetic lays.

TO A CITY FRIEND.

AMittle knowest thou, my friei. '
The purport of thy words,

ru !r'" ""' 'he compliment
Thy gibmg taunt affords.

^t^u"ih«^ese:„^l1^^-
°M^tt;jKr'~"'"«'—

T K^T"^ enrobes the fields and bowers
In bright and glorious hue.

Aml^^rtanfe"""" *■"" '"'^ "^ 'o"""

>rm"'gy^sXsrr„v<^%'"--'-

Among the fields or 'neath the tree
When summer fills the air

vJ"u ?u''^^', '""*"' ^o^'d repay
«,f°, '" "'y "•ksome years
Which m the City pass away

Mid troubles, toils, and fears

CoiiM»t thou when Autumn fills the fields

With glorious golden load
Enjoy the perfume which it yields

Along the shady road.
Then wouldst thou spurn for e'er away

The City's false delights,
Its paltry pleasures, sports, and play.

And gaudy fading sights.

When Winter comes with savage ire

And rugged howling blast.
Sit round the fanner's cosy fiie,

Let joke and song be passed.
Taste but those joys, then let them jeer

The happy rustic swain.
But know that harmless on his ear

Will fall the gibing strain.

AVE MARIS STELLA.*
(invocation for the new church at "black head.")

Hail Star of the Seal Hail beautiful Light!

Hail Beacon of Charity, beaming afar,
Whoie rays o'er the dark troubled waters of Night

Shed a halo of brightness — Hail glorious Star !

Hail Star of the Ocean I the radiant guide

Of the tempest-tossed soul, o'er Uie furious seas,
Oer the rough rocks of Vice, o'er Iniquity's tide.

To the Home of Religion, of Love and of Peace.
Oh I joy of the lost soul's foundering bark.

Returning to anchor with Hope from the storm.
Shining on ever brightly, thro' light and thro' dark.

Thro' tempest, thro' calm, — is thy glorious form.
May'st thou ever shine, may thy glories e'er pour

The bright rays of Faith, and of Hope, and of Love
O er the mariner wrecked on Sin's desolate shore,

And lead him to dwell with Thee ever above.

Oh I guardian Star, mayest thou ever shed
Health, comfort and peace thro' thy glorious ray ;

And oh I may thy bright Httle Church at "Black Head"
Be the Star that illumines their heavenward way.

n *?*,' 'i'i'* Chorf'' ?' B'x^k Htad, ntar Cape Spar, ■■.:« dedicated to

PROCLAMATION OF PUBLIC FAST AND PRAYER AND
HUMILIATION.

"They Asked for Bread and They Cave Them"— A Proelatnaliont

The thermometer's down below zero,

The streets are all co'-'red with ice —
'Tis very good sleighing— but dear oh I

"or bare feet 'tis not very nice.

Stern hunger and meagre starvation

Walk naked and gaunt thro' the street.
And beg for a pitiful ration.

But no alms nor sympathy meet.

Don't you see that, that large proclamation

Is to feed all the hungry and poor
By fasting and humiliation I

And thus they're dismissed from the door!

The Government loves you most dearly

They've no clothing to give you, nor bread.

But they'll pray for you very sincerely I
And their prayers will (almost) raise the ieadi

Well, they prayed and fasted till even,

(So I'm told — but indeed I don't know I)

If they didn't bring manna from Heaven,
At least they brought— />/f«/y of snovil*

V. _.*?" winty of 1861 w«s veiy severe and a great deal of noTcrtv and
hardship was felt by the poor. The Government ordered , SS fw
and ptmjrer. A snowstorm set in which lasted two days I

HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS.

Hail joyful season unto earth.
Of heavenly peace, and gladsome mirth;
The morn of the Redeemer's birth-
Hail glorious morn again!

When rustling choirs of angels cry
In sacred chorus througli the sky,
"Be glory unto God on high.
And peace on earth to men."

Let myriad glowing tapers blaze,
And tlioiuand pealing organs raise
Loud hymns ot glory to the praise
Of our Creater-Lord.

And "Blessed" shall the nations all
The holy Virgin Mother call
Who raised mankind from Eve's sad fall
By the Incarnate Word.

Let love and prayer each heart adorn
To usher in the glorious morn
When Christ the Eternal Lamb was born
For man's redemption sake.

When the Almigiity Lord of heaven
His only Son in Godhead even,
To man in bounteous love has given
The powers of Hell to shake.

O'er Jews and Gentiles, King to reign.
To ope' the gates of heaven again,
Long closed by Eve's first sin, to men
Thus doomed to death and strife.

To show the Gospel's holy Light
And found His Church as beacon bright
Which giaides the sinful soul aright
To heaven's eternal life.

Be glory to the God above
Who in His bounteous, boundless low
Gave His Eternal Son, Jehove,
To suffer and to die.

Hail holy Virgin, "full of grace,"
Most blest of all the human race,
Who to the Eterrai Word gave place.
Who bore the Lord most high.

Who, when the Angel of the Lord
Addressed thee, humbly thus concurred.
'Be it done according to Thy Word,"
And He was then "Made Man."

Oh, pray for us to Him who naught—
Not e'en thy slightest wish or thought-
Refused — that He may not have bought
Our happiness in vain.

That He, true God, may not have itood
On earth and shed His precious Blood
And died upon the shameful Rood
And loosed our sins for naught.

That He may not have borne the pain
Of tortured wounds and limbs in vain,
Or, to be crucified again
By every sinful thought.

Oh, may our hearts approach more near
With love and praise and holy fear
To Him who loves us all so dear —
His name be ever blessed.

Let hymns of glory never cease.
Each Christmas morn our love increase, —
Be with us happiness ami peace.
Eternal joy and rest.

«.1

tCranelattoitfii

DIES IRAE.

Dies irae. dies ilia,
Solvet saeclum in favilla :
Teste David cum Sibylla.

Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando Judex est vetiturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurusi

Tuba minun spargens sonum
Per sepulchra regionum
Coget omnes ante Thronum.

Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Judicanti responsura.

Liber scriptus proferttur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.

Judex ergo cum sedebit,
Quidquid latet, apparebit,
Nil inultum remanebit.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus ?
Quern patronum rogaturus ?
Cum mx Justus sit securas ?

Rex tremendac majestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salva me fons pietatis.

Recordare, Jesu pic,
Quod sum causa, tuse vise,
Ne me perdas ilia die.

Quaerens me sedisti lassus,
Redemisti Crucem passus.
Tantus labor non sit cassus.

Juste Judex ultionis,
Donum fac remissionis.
Ante diem rationis.

DIES IRAE.

ORIGINAL TRANSLATION.

Day of anger, all destroying,
Earth shall melt in ashes lying;
David, — Sibyl, testifying.

Oh, what terror, heart-benumbing I
When the Judge at length forthcoming
All things strictly shall be summing.

Trumpet awful sound outswelling
Thro' the grave-yards' gloomy dwelling,
All before the throne compelling.

Death and Nature, awe-struck, quaking.
See the dead from graves up-breaking
To the Judge their answers making.

Brought the Book with written pages.
Holding all the deeds of ages.
Whence the world shall reap its wages.

When the Judge shall then be seated.
All laid bare, till then secreted.
Naught without due penance meted.

What shall I, poor wretch, be saying?
To what patron turn me, praying?
When the just scarce safe are staying?

King of majesty and splendor.
Of m' elect unfeed defender.
Save ME, fount of mercy tender.

Clement Jesus, tho' discerning,
I have caused thy sad sojourning,
Lose me not that day of mourning.

Weary seeking me Thou farest,
By Thy Cross our sin repairest,
Be not vain the toil Thou barest.

Thou just Judge of piercing vision.
Grant the gift of sweet remission.
Ere the day of dread decision.

Inccmisco tanquun r«u.
Culpa robct vultua mnit,
Sui^licanti parce Deus.

gui Mariam abwlvisti,
t latronem exaudisti,
Mihi quoque »p«ni dediati.

Preces meae non sunt digiue,
Sed Tu bonus fac benigni,
Ne perenni cremer igne.

Inter oves locum pratsta,
Et ab hzdis me sequsestra.
Statuens in parte dextra.

Confutatis maledictis,
Flamm'. acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis.

Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis.
Gere curam mei finis.

Lacrymosa dies ilia
Qua resurget ex favilla,
Tudicandus homo reus. —
Huic ergo parce Deus.
Pie Jesu, Domine !
Dona eis requiem; Amen.

LUce a guilty wretch I'm droding,
Bluih of ihame my check o'erapreadiiw,
Sptre, Oh, God I Thy luppliant pleading.

Mary, thou forgav'it, repentinr,

E en the thief Thou heard'it, relentinf ,

To me alio hope presenting.

My prayeri worthless are ascending,
But Thou, save me, gracious bending.
Lest I bum in fire unending.

With Thy lambs securely hide me.
From the goatlings far divide me,
On Thy right a place provide me.

When the dciaaad shall stand confessed,
By the bitter flames distress^.
Call me then among the blessM.

Bowing humblv I implore Thee,
Broken-hearted ; deign restore me.
When the end shall be before me.

Dreadful day of woe and weeping,
Lol from out the ashes creeping.

Guilty Man,— to judgment driven,

Spare him then. Oh, God of heaven I
Clement Jesni, Lord e'er blest.
Give to diem eternal rest. Amen.

STABAT MATER.

Subit mitcr dolorou
Juxta Crucem Lacrymon
Dum pcndetxt PUiui.

Cujiu uiituun gementem

ContritUtun ct dolcntcm

Pcrtrantivit gtadius.

Oh qiiam triitis et tflUcIa
Fuit ilia bcnedicta
Mtter Unigeniti.

Qiue mcerebtt et dolebit.
PUi mater dum videbat
Nati ponai Indyti.

Quii cit homo ^ui non flerct
Matrem Chritti ti viderct
In tanto iuppticio?

M non pouct contrittari

riiti matrem contempUri

Dolentem cum Filio.

Quii
Chri

Pro peccatii mat gentii
Vidit Jeatmi in toimcntli
Et flagellii iubditum.

Vidit suum dulcem Nalum,
Moriendo desolatum

Dum emiiit Spiritum.

Eja mater fon« amoris,
Me (entire vim doloris
Fac ut tecum lugeam.

Fac ut ardeat cor meum
In amando Christum Dcum
Ut sibi complaceam.

Sancta Mater istud agas
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.

Tui Nati vulnersti
Tam dignati pro .ne pati,
Pomas mectim divide.

ORIGINAL TRANSLATION.*
Stood the doleful mother wecpiiw,
While her dying Jeiui hung.

When a iword of lorrow clcavinc

n Jl^J '" •n?>''»h heaving
By Hu bitter pain ii wrung.

Oh how iad and how afflicted I
In that face what woe depicted I
Mother of th' Incarnate One.

How the WM)t with bitter grieving,
Tender Mother I there perceiving

The anguish of her God— her Soo.

Xl'f. ""'<• lo<* with eyeUd tearleu

un the Mother worn and cheerleu,

Steeped in luch dire agony?

Who 10 cold, with heart unahaken,
Chriit 1 dear Mother all fonaken,
Mourning with her Son, can ice?

She leea her Jetui tore tormented

By the Kourge his flesh indented.

Bleeding for the sins of men.

Sees her Son, her Loved and Only.
Dying desolate and lonely.

Breathing forth His spirit then.

Mother, fount of love screnest,
Make me feel thy anguish keenest,
That I too may weep with thee.

Touch my heart, that sofUy burning,
lo my God, my Jesus, turning,
I may love him tenderly.

Pierce my heart. Oh Mother holy,
So It bear deep, scored and lowly
Wounds of Jesus crucified.

Th/ sweet T- ,us, humbly deigning
iiiose deep ..rounds for me sustaining
Pray with me his pains divide.

Fae in« tecum pii Here,
Crucifixo tondokrc,
Donee (go vucero.

Jiuu Cnacnn tccom itarc,
Et me tibi locure,
In planctu dctidcnx

Vir^ Virginum pnecUra,
Mihi jam non lii amara,
Fac mc tecum pkngcrt.

Fac ut portem Chriiti mortem
FaMionii fac coniortcm,
Et plagfi recolere. f-

Fac me plagit vulnerari,

Fac me Cruce inebriari,

Et cnarore Filii.

rlammit ne urar tucceiuii,
Per te Virgo tim defeiuiu,
In die Judidi.

Chriite cum lit hinc exire,

Da per Matrem me venire,

Ad Palmam victoriae.

Quando corpua morietur,
rac ut anima donetur

Paradiai glorse. — Amen.

Mijr I jo^n th«e, Hdly eryiiiB

Pw ** Crucified ind Dy&w*

E» ty (Uy (hat I .Mlliv.

live.

aS'.? •i5'?',*'"' "•«• ••''ding,
And thy iMd of woe dividing

I would thjire thy bitter grief.

Virgin of ill Virgin, fair.
Turn not harthly from my prayer,
Grant that I with thee may wip.

Ut me thare Chriif. death and paiijon

^1 *?" "'°""''' " '"hi™
I nat their memory e'er I Iceep,

May I with hi< Kan be wounded,
The Croi, embrace with love unbounded
Jesu.' blood my thint alUy.

vSl'". l*"! """«•'»'' h«ve awended,
May I not bum, by thee defended.
Virgin on the Judgment day.

Lord, when from thi> earth we sever
1 hro thee may we come for ev^r
To the victory'. Palm in heaven.

When the body .hall have crumbled,
May the KMil b^ penance humbled,

To heaven . gloty then be given—Aiitii

tr:B'^r^^r^-^^'i>'^^X

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HORATII FLACCI.
Ode XXV — Ad Bacchuh.

Quo me, Bacche rapis tui
Plenum? quae nemora aut quos agor in specut

Velox mente nova ? quibus
Antris egregii Caesaris audiar

Aeternum meditans decus
Stellis inserere et consilio Jovis ?
Dicxm insigne, recens adhuc

Indictum ore alio. Non secus in jugis
Exsomnis stupet Euias

Hebrum prospiciens, ut nive candidam
Thracen ac pede barbaro

Lustratam Rhodopen, ut mihi devio
Ripas et vacuum nemus

MiraTi libet. O Naiadum potens,
Baccharumque valentium

Proceras manibus vertere fraxinos ;
Nil parvum, aut humili modo.

Nil mortale loquar. Dulce periculum est,
O, Lenaee, sequi deum

Cingentem viridi tempora pampino.

HOrACE.
Ode X :v— To B^cck.-j.
[■ linslation.]
Oh, Bacchus; whither dost thou waft me

To what lone cave or shady wood?
For I, right to the full have quaffed thee,
And find myself in merry mood.

Within what lonely dell reclining
Shall I the great Augustus praise.

And 'mid the stars of Heaven shining
With Jove, th' illustrious Casar raise.

His deeds I sing in novel numbers,
Strains by other lips unsung.

As Evias,- roused from Orgies' slumbers
Amaz-ed stands, the hills among.

Behold swift Hebrus- waters foaming
And frigid Thrace's snow-white plain

Stem Rhodopes, where ceaseless roaming
The rude barbarians yet remain.

So I, among the mountains wander,
Or 'mid the desert rocks I rove.

And lonely there my verses ponder
In solitude of darksome grove.

Oh thou of Naiads' strong defender
And Bacchantes,- powerful band.

Who can twist the ash-trees slender '

And rend their roots from out the land.

No lowly thought shall mar my measure
Nor base conceit my verses stain.

Bold is the task, yet sweet the pleasure
To sing in this heroic strain.

God of the wine-press,* jovial, leading,

Thy temples wreathed with verdant vine,

Safe I follow, nothing dreading,

And thus th' immortal Chaplet twine.

(i) Bacchus, God of wine, used here by metonymy for wine itself,
(a) Evias, one of the priestesses of Bacchus. The Orgies we.e frantte

revels, accompanying the ceremonies of the Bacchanalian sacrificci.

Those performing these functions were first excited into a delirious

fury which ended in a state of sleep or catalepsy.

(3) Hebrus, a river in Thrace which rises in Mount Rhodopes, and flows
into the Aegean Sea. This was the place .vhere the Orgies of
Bacchus were principally celebrated.

(4) Naiads, water-nymphs. As wine was supposed by the aAcienta to be
stronger than water, so they declared Bacchus to be the Idng and
ruler of the Naiads.

(5) Bacchantes, priestesses of Bacchus. The allusion in this verse is to
the episode of Pentheus, King of Thebes. Having tried to suppress
the disorders of the Bacchanalia he was set upon by the Bacchantes,
and had to fly to the forest for safety. As they pressed upon him he
climbed up a fir, or ash tree for protection. The furious Bacchantes
having first tried to dislodge him with stones, at length, twisted the
ash tree and tore it from its roots.

(6) God of the wine-press "Lemee." This is ariothet name for Bacchus
derived from the Greek word Lenos, a wine-press.

ANAGRAM
(Dedicated to Leo XIII., Called the "Light fro.

m Heaven.")

Leo Leonum decimus-t

O Lumen de coelis, tutum <

HORATII FLACCI.
Ode XVI— Lib. III.

AD MAECENATUM.

{Auro expugnari omnia; se tnm re coHtentum ac beatum
vivere.)

Inclusam Danaen turris ahenca,
Robustseque fores et vigilum canes
Tristes excubix, mtinierant satis
Kocturnis ab adulteris.

Si non Acrisium virg^nis abditx
Custodem pavidum, Jupiter et Venus
Risissent : fore enim tutum iter et patens
Converse in pretium Deo.

Aurum per medios ire satellites,
Et perrtunpere an^at saxa, potentius
Ictu fulmineo. Ccncidit auguris
Argivi donius ob lucrum.

Demersa exitio. Diffidtt urbium
Po 'tas vir Macedo, et submit semulos
Reges muneribus. Munera navium
Sxvos illaqueant duces.

Crescentem sequitur cura pecuniam
Majonimque fames. Jure perhorrui
Late conspicuum tollere verticem
Msecenas equitum decus.

Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit
A diis plura feret. Nil cupientiuni
Nudus castra peto ; et transfuga dis it^um
Partes linquere gestio;

Contemptae dominus splendidior rei,
Quam si quidquid arat impeger appulus,
Occultare meis dicerer horreis,
Mag^s inter opes inops.

Purae rivus aquae, silvaque jugeruni
Paucorum, et segetis certa fides meae
Fulgentem imperio.fertilis Africae
Fallit sorte beatior.

HORACE.
Ode XVI— Book III.

TO MAECENAS.'

[Translation.]
(All are corrupted by gold: despise iveallh; live conlent.)

The brazen tower, the strongly bolted gate,
And watch-dogs' wailing thro' the midnight air,

Th' ir.iprironed Danae, in lonely state,
Guarded full well from nightly lovers' snare.

Till Jupiter and Love at last deride
The timorous guardian of the cloistered maid.

Acrisius", — for changed to golden tide
The gods a safe and easy entrance tread.

For gold delights, thro' sternest guards to go
With bribing power. To pierce the hardest rock. —

'Twas gold that crushed with ruthless overthrow,
More awful than the thunder's mighty shock.

The Grecian prophet's home". With gifts unspared

The Macedonian' rends the cities' walls
And rival kings subdues. By gold ensnared

Even the hardy sailor-chieftain falls.

But growing care, and griping love for more
Pursue increasing wealth. I truly dread.

My noble friend, to enlarge my humble store
Or 'mong the rich with pride to raise my her.d.

The more each one denies himself, the more
The gods shall give reward ; thus poor myself

I seek my dwelling place among the poor.
And flee the homes of luxury and pelf.

Possessor only of a small domain.

Poor amidst wealth : — yet peaceful do I sleep.
More happy far than did my bams contain

Whate'er the industrious Appulians' reap.

A shady grove, with pure and rippling stream'

A harvest waving in the svmmer gale.
More blest my lot than he who rules supreme

In regal pomp o'er Afric's fertile vak.

Quamquam nee Calabra: melta ferunt apes
Ncc liestrigonia Bacchus in Amphora
Languescit mihi, nee pinguia gallicis
Crescunt vellera pascuis ;

Importuna tamen pauperies abest
Nee, si plura velim ut dare deneges
Contracta melius parva cupidine.
Vectigalia porrigam.

Quam si Mygdo.iiis regnum Alyattei
Campis continucm. Multa petentibus
Desunt multa. Bene est cui Deus obtulit
Parca quod satis est manu.

No Formian jar' my mellowed wine secretes,
Nor bees provide Calabria's' honied stot«,

Nor fleecy flock on Gallic" hillside bleats,
Yet meagre want is absent from my door.

And wished I more, my friend, wouldst thou not give ?-
While I by keeping but a frugal board

Shall smaller tributes pay ; and happier live
Than owned I Phrygia's fields, and Lydia's hoard."

Those seeking much are never satisfied.
But crave for more :— Thrice happy he, indeed,

For whom the Gods with sparing hand provide
Of worldly goods, sufficient for his need.

(i) MKHias. I courtier of the time of Augustus, He was a friend of
Horace and a patron of poets and literature. Horace dedicates
many of his odes to him. This ode contains many beautiful maxims
of the stoic philosophy, which are worthy of the morality of >
Christian teacher.

(2) "Watch-dogs." The event here alluded to is the imprisonment of
Uanae, daughter of Acrisius, King of the Argives. He had been
told by an Oracle that the son born of his daughter should kill him
Hence he placed her in a strong tower or castle, and was not satisfied
with bolts and bars and gaolers, but also employed the huge and
fierce watch-dogs of Epirus and Laconia, which kept up a dismal
howling during the night.

(3) "Acrisius." But in spite of all these precautions the maid was
ravished by Pritus, Acrisius's brother, and became the mother of
lerseus, who afterward verified the prediction of the Oracle by
presenting to Acrisius the head of Medusa, at sight of which he was
turned into stone. Prfttus bribed the guards of Danae with gold
The poets fictitiously imagined that Jupiter, changing himself into
a shower of golden rain, thus gained admittance into ihe tower,
bringing Venus (or Love) vith him. On this fantastic legend the
poet moralizes and gives us this Ode, one of the most beautiful of his
productions.

(4) "Home." The allusion here is to the Vaticinator or Augur
Amphiaraus. When Adrastus, King of the Argives, wished to go
to svar against the Thebans and to secure their territory for his
Kin-in-Iaw, Polynices, he desired to bring with him Amphiaraus.
the latter, however, knowing from his divinations that the war was
about to turn out unfavorable to the Thebans, fled and concealed
himself, his whereabouts being known only to his wife, Eriphyle
But Argia the daughter of Adrastus and wife of Polynices. tempted
Eriphyle by the promise of a golden necklace adorned with gems,
which was made by Vulcan, to betray the hiding place of her husband,
Amphiaraus. He was, therefore, drawn into the war by Adrastus,
but when he learned that he had been betra- -d by his wife, be
ordered his son Alcemone to kill her. which he did, but no sooner
had he murdered his own mother than he became possessed by the
l-uries and destroyed himself. Amphiaraus, going to the war in his
chariot was swallowed up by an earthquake, and his other son,
Amphilochns, perished in battle. Thus his whole house was crushed
and all on account of gold.

(5) "Tlw MtMdonijn." Philip, King of Mactdon, wu accuilomtd lo
bribe with gold the guardiint o< cities.

(6) "Apfuliuii.'' Apmlli, a province in Soutbem luly, celebrated tor
ita rKh Mil and climate.

(» "St««ni." The BrCMlt Blandusia, which flowed through Horace'!
villa on the Sabine Mountaini, and which he celebratea in lo many
of mi odet.

(J) "Fonnian i»r." Formia wai a town in Campania celebrated for iti
wuiei. The territory wai formerly inhabited by the I^trygoniani
or L^yciopcuns.

(9) Calabria, a ipulhem province of luly, renowned for iti wealth of
nowera and for the gathering of honey.

*"' ^'-'i'?.' P!? '"if G"ul(go;/,p Trant fciam,, i. e., the northern
pn of^Italy, the valley of the Po), were held in high repute by the

(n) "Hoard, Mygdonia, province of Macedonia, another name for Phry-
P' i'^**j* "S.'!'"'' P'O"!""- Alyattes wu father of Crtesui,
„i"/.i? . -^^^ V?" ?">»■"« w" » wealthy from it) minea o<
gold that itt King Cnnus became a synonym for wealth

3°

EXTRACT FROM THE "MEDEA" OF SENECA.'
Act II., ScEKE 3.
(Conutain, th. hraou. proph«y of th. diKo».,y of lh« New Worid.)
Audax nimium qui freta prim
Rate tarn fragili, p«rfida rupit.
Terrasque suas post terga videm
Animani levibus crci dit auris.
Dubioque secans aequora cursu,
Potuit tenui fidere ligno,
Inter vitat mortisque vias,
Niminum gracili limite ducto.

Nondum quisque Sidera norat
Stellisque quibus pingitur ather,
Non erat usus. Nondum Peliadas
Hyadas, poterant vitare rates."
Non Olenia; Sydera Capra,'
Non qua sequitur flectitque senex
Arctica tardus plaustra Bootes.'

TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING.'
Br«ve-ht«rted he, who fir« in fragile bark,
Uunched o'er the deep, to plow the unknown dark:—
Hi» native ihore fast vanishing he sees,
Hi» soul confi.Iing to the gentle breeie.
Dividing with a doubtful course the flood
Me trusts himself unto a slender wood
Lead onwards ever in a devious path,
And all too dangerous, 'twixt life and death.
None yet was skilled in planetary lore
To count the twinkling stars that spangled o'er
Th' ethereal vault, nor yet could ships decline
The Pleiads' and the Hyads' warning sign.'
Nor yet the Olenian Goat and Kidlets twain,"
Nor those which, showing forth the Arctic wain,
The slow Bootes drives and turns.'— No name
Could Boreas yet, nor gentle Zephyr claim.
Yet Tiphys" dares to spread his canvas wide:
Prescribes new laws to govern winds and tide,
Spreads out his mainsail with full swelling bunt.
Stacks the main sheet, to catch the south winds brunt.
Athwart the beam, now on the mizzen mast
He lowers the yards, and reefs all snug and fast:—
Now anxious every rippling air lo ketch
Shakes out the reefs and hoists to highest stretch.
33

Xundum Borcat: nonduin iEepliyrui
Nomen habebant.
Auius Tiphyi' pandere Vuto
Carbau ponio, legeique novat
Scribere ventii r nunc lina linu
Tendcrc toto, nunc prtelato
Fede, trantvertoi CapUre Notoi.
Nunc antcnnat medio tutaa
Poncre nialo; nunc In lummo
Relinrc loco (cum jam totoi
Avidui nimium navita flatui
Optat) et alto rubicunda tremunt
Suppara veto.

Candida nottri ueculi patrei
Videre, procul fraude, remota
Sua quisque piger littora tangeni,
Patrioque senex factui in arvo
Parvo dives; nisi qtiat tulerat
Natale solum : non norat opes
Bene dissepti faedera mundi
Trixit in unum, Thessala pinus.'

Jussitque pati vcrbera pontum
Partemque metus fieri nostri
Mare sqxMitum dedit ilia graves
Improba poenas per tam longos
Ducta timores ; cum duo montes'
Claustra profundi, hinc atque illinc,
Subito impulsu, velut ethereo
Gemerent sonitu, spargeret astra
Nubesque ipsas mare depressum.
Palluit audax Tiphys, et omnes,
Labente manu, misit habenas;
Orpheus' tacuit torpente lyra,
Ipsaque vocem peredidit Argo.'
Quid cum Siculi Virgo Pclori"
Rabidas utero succincta canes,
Omnes pariter solvit hiatus?
Quis non totos horniit artus
Toties imo latrante malo?
Quid cum Ausonium dirae pestes"
voce canora mare mulcerent?
Cum pieria resonans cithera
Thracius Orpheus, solitam cantu
Ritinere rates pene coegit
Sirenem sequi. — Quod fuit hujus
Pretium cursus ? — Aurea pellis
Majusque mari Medea, malum.

The loft)' topiail with its bark-hrowii tidci

J-lapi on the gaff. The frc.hning brene dividw.

Uiir fathers saw tliose happy days of yore
Unstained by fraud, when each his native shore
Securely hugged :— In his internal fold
Kich on a little, grew contcntly old.
Nor aught of wealth, or other comforts knew

Well did Thessahas bark,' in closest bands
logether draw the erst divided lands ;
And force the deep the oars' swift stroke to bear;
And thro the displaced waves a pathway clear.
The good ship boldly surging speeds ahead,
A hands aboard are filled with doubt and dread
When two huge rocks' on either hand arise.
Like mighty walls extending to the skies.
1 heir sides the waves in raging fury dash
And backwards roll with deep infernal crash
Again rebounding on their mad'ning way
Sprinkle the very stars with clouds of spray
nie hardv Tiphys quailed and from his hand
All nerveless fell the tiller's guiding band

Orpheus' stoo.1 dumb, his tuneless lyre unstrung,
fc. en Argo left her prophecies unsung,—
But what their dread, as by Pelorus' cape"

Th!1il??j" V^i?"?''."'' ™Pri»>«<l virgin gape
The rabid dogs ! Their limbs grow stiff with fe«
As from their throats the deep-mouthed yelps they heir
The creaking of the mast within the hold, ^

Stiffens their limbs and makes their blood run cold
Apin what terror! when at length they meet
rhpse direful pests," who by their voices sweet
Th Ausoman Ocean charm, whose magic song
Can stay the ship that swiftly glides along.-

And ,l7 w V""^.''". '«"en-born lyre amain
And all but draws the Syrens in his train,—

The r-,S*'p^ P"« °f 'hi' so dangerous course?
Th»n ,11 !!1 ^A""- , ^"^ "'°"' Med?a, worse
Than all the Ocean's perils :-Guerdon meet
lo grace the Leader's ship among the fleet.

But now the storms have passed, the billows bow
Submissive to the laws of Science —No-.v
No more Palladian Argo, built by Kings
With quaking oars the royal treasures brings

Merces prima digna carina. —
Nunc jam cessit pontus, et omnes
Patitur leges. Non Palladia
Compacta manu regum referens
Incylta remos queritur Argo
Quxlibet, altum cymba pererrat
Terminus omnis motus et urbes
Muros terra posuer^ novos, — e.
Nil qua fuerat sede reliquit
Pervius orbis. Indus gelidum
Potat Araxen. Albyn Persa
Rhenumque bibunt," Venient Annis
Saecula seris, quibus Occanus.
Vincula rerum laxet, el ingens
Patent Tellus;; Tiphysque NOVOS
Detegat ORBES:—Ncc sit Terns
Ultima, Thulel

3^'

Now scathi -ss every bark the ocean scours,—

All things are changed, and city walls and towers

In distant lands arise. — The path-tracked Earth

Leaves naught where Nature placed it at Its birth.

The Indian parched by Phoebus' torrid beam

Can drink of cool Araxes' freshening stream.

The Persian e'en can quaff the Elbe's blue wave

Or in the Rhine his weary members lave."

In latter years shall come a new-born age

To mark a wondrous change on History's pore.

When Ocean shall the chains of things unbind

And show a mighty world that lies behind.

And Tiphys shall a NEWFOUNDLAND explore.—

Nor longer Thule shall be the furthest shoret

(l) Sentca Wis born at Cordova, A. D. 13, and though not of the
9°'™"_A.K« o* Ls'in Literature, is certainly the leader of the Silver
Age. This tragedy of "Medea" is one of his noblest works, and is
P"t;cularly interesting as containing the remarkable prophecy of
the discovery of the New World. Medea, daughter of Aeetes, King
of Colchos, helped Jason to find the Golden Fleece. She fled with
him, killed her brother Absyrtes, scattering his dismembered limbs
behind her in order to retard the pursuit of her father. She devoured
her own children, destroyed Creusa, burnt the King's palace at
Comith, etc. The subject of the tragedy is the search by Jason and
the Argonauts for Medea and the Golden Fleece.

(3) The Pleiades, and the H^ades, two ^oups of stars in the Constella-
tion of Taurus, are considered as signs of rain, when set'lng about
twilight. Virgil (Aeneid I., 740) calls them "Pluvias Hyades," the
rainy Hyades. The poet here alludes to the early days before people
had yet made any study of the stars.

(3) 'This group of stars forms the Constellation of Auriga. It is called
the Olenian goat, from the City of Olenus, where Jupiter was
nursed by the Amalthean goat. It is also a rainy sign, "Olenia
Signum pluviale capella," Ovid.

(4) Bo-otes. Called also the "Plowman or the Charioteer, who drives
the plow, or Gieat Bear."

(5) "Tiphys," the pilot of the Argonauts.

(6) "Thessalia's Bark," called pinui because she was built of the pine
of the forest of Dodona by Jupiter and Minerva. It was afterwards
translated to Heaven and became the Constellation of Canopus or
Argo Navis. It was supposed that the wood of which she was made
was cut by Jupiter from the enchanted trees of Tmarius. where
Auguries were pronoun'^ed. Hence the ship herself was endowed
with prophetic gift.

O '.3'""' '•"8' rocks." The Cyaneae, or Syraplegades. in the Euxine Sea.
They were supposed to be floating, and to rush together when ships
attempted to pass between and crush them. The blind King Phineas,
in return for his liberation from the harpies by the Argonauts
taught them the secret of passing safely through this dreadful
diasm which was to send a pigeon first into the gorge, and when
the cliffs after closing on the bird should begin to retire, then tto
row swiftly through.

*^ .SlFfi J r.^u'^ succeeded in gttuni through, but were greatly
lemhed. Orpheut, who was one of the company, and was accus-
tomed to subdue all nature by the sweet strains of his lyre, became
powerless through fear, and even the brave Tiphys let go the rudder-
chains, and fell unconscious on the deck.

(9) "E'en Argo." The ship is here personified as the prophetess of the
Dodonian forest. Or it may be that a statue of the Goddess was
Kept on board.

*"' 'ZJ'°,t!"'\5""vJ" ^Y''^- "" """■"•" CForo, the site of Scilla
and qiaojbdis. The rock showed the form of a woman, and was
personified as Scilla, daughter of Phorcus, whom Glaucus loved
^ving Jilted Orce. This latter being a great migician, changed
Scilla into a monstrous rock, still reUining the form of a woman,
but with SIX heads and her loins surrounded by howling dogs and
wolves. (See Paradise Lost, B. II, line &|8 et seqq.) •"»•'"

(11) Ausonia's diresome pests." The Syrens or Sea Monsters or Mer-
maids, by their wondrous perfonnance on the flute and the lyre, and
their sweet singing, they lured their victims to destruction. Orpheus
however, overcame them and almost forced them to follow m the
wake of the Argonauts.

(12) "Araxes." A river in Armenia. The poet here describes with mar-
vellous exactness the wondrous changes which have occurred in these
modem times when men can travel over the whole face of the world
Ihe language is almost prophetic, especially in the concluding lines,
where the discovery of a New World beyond Thule, which wis then
considered as the last land in the West, is so vividly foreshadowed
U." ,"<" ""i"™ *;■' <^'«»™ wli" land was intended by the ancients as
/ nule Indeed, they seem to have been in doubt about it themselves
It IS, however supposed to have been the Orkney and SheUand Islands
or the Feroe-Islandj or Rockall Reef, or even Iceland or (Sreenland.
which were known to Europe at a very early period

.^S

College Vtx»a

WKITTEN BETWEEN 1863 AND 1870 AT THE COLLEGE «
FKOPAGANDA, KOHE.

LINES.
WRITTEN AS AN INTRODUCnON TO A SCRAP-BOOK.

Dear Italy! the Poet's genial nurse,
Land of sweet music, and of flowing verse.
TTiy balmy zephyrs, softly floating, bring
O er vale and vine-dad hill, on downy wins
A fragrant breath. The throbbing bosom thrill
And every breast with inspiration fill.

As thy old ruins, which still crumbling stand
Yieldmg reluctantly to Time's stern hand.
With striking grandeur rise; all hoar and bleak
In solemn silence; yet the' mute they speak
Unto the inmost soul. Each column sttown
With creeping ivy, every crumbling stone
Into the mind a thousand mem'ries pours
Until, enraptured, far away it soars
Beyond the present to the days of yore,
When thy sons wooed the bright Pierian Chore.
When verse and melody went hand in hand
And mortals all, like one Elysian band.
Tuned the soft lyre, and swelled the muses' art
And peace Arcadian, reigned in every heart.

When Flaccus, hid from Phoebus' torrid beam
J" J™dy liower beside Brundusian stream.
Where bubbling cascade, bounding on its way
Cooled the green marein with its sparkling spray.
Was wont in ease the live-long hours to spend
And verse and music gracefully to blend ;
Th iambus and the dactyl to combine
In measured strophe, and qjiaff the palmy wine.

But now those days are past, and now no more,

Mytholog)' usurps Hesperia's shore.—

Now upward graceful, towers the cross-crown'd dome

In solemn grandeur o'er erst pagan Rome,

Where once the Vates held their Auguries

And human victims bled, the Gods t appease.

Truth, Christianity, Religion, reign.

In sweet communion o'er the hearts of men.

Not hence the genius of bright Poetry,
Far famed Hesperia, has fled from thee,
Nay, but more noble rendered by the change.
Now soars aloft, with far expanded range.
Attains e'en Heaven itself, and brightened thence
Seems in its track o'er mortals to dispense
A ray of Heaven:— to the troubled heart
A tranquil and celestial peace t' impart.

Lend then sweet Italy, one favoring look.
Let thy bright genius hover o'er the book.
With smile propitious, and with kindly rays
Light up each verse, till every line displays
Thy thousand beauties, let each page rejoice
With living poesy's soul-stirring voice I

•Ovid.

OTHEr, LINES FOR THE SAME OBJECT.

"Go little book," thus spoke in days of yore,

Sulmona's bard,* on Euxine's darksome shore,

"Go sadly forth and tell the tale forlorn

Of woes thy exiled Author here has borne."

Not so this "little book." no tale of grief

With doleful plaint shall blot a tear-stained leaf.

No! here shall wit and poetry combine

And joy shall radiate in every line.

Here sparkling humor brighten up the page

And there the moral of th aspiring sage

In polysyllabic dignity bedight.

Stride pompous through the verse in conscious might.

Anon shall stem philosophy profound.

Her maxims rigid and her truths propound.

Softened by poetry, the magic art

With which true science moulds the pliant heart.

Here sweet Religion shall inspire the trope
And every line breathe Faith, and Love, and Hope
Again, in cadence musical shall swell
Those dulcet tones, a Dante knew so well,
Mehfluous to blend.— And next the tongi'e
in which a Shakespeare or a Milton sung,
Jn lofty grandeur through the line rebound,
Ur close the verse with sweetly flowing sound.

Here Nature culled by skilful hand shall pay
Her fragrant tribute to the bright boug,u-t.
Her moral maxim anil her pleasant theme
Dn jti from the lowly flower or puriing stream
Her toilinc myriads of insect race
"Shall point the moral and the tai shall grace."
ilius hke a blooming garden shall the whole
li?! *"'' «^''=™'« 'h' enraptured soul

Where every page, like dew-bespangle<l sward—
Uy naught unpleasant or unsiglitlv marred
Where all is beauty and each silvr'y spray
Keflects in prismed hues the zenith ray
Of genial Poetry;— When light and shade
Alternate dim and brighten up the glade,
Where rare exotics graceful trail the ground
And spread a fragrant perfume f.ir around
Or rigid stand, with plumy head on high
And proudly waving sweep the azure sky.

Or like a casket of corruscant gold
mu ''"'^ """"^ '" '>«*''*'cs shall unfold.
Where gems in envious splendour all amassed
Seem each by each in brilliancy surpassed
Where the amethyst, its purple tint displays
JBeside the onyx', sweet carnation rays "
The bright hued opal, th' emeralds virgin crecn
Keflected in the diamond's sjwtless .sheen.

Or like that Maid, the first in pagan lore
Of woman-kind* whom in the days of yore
htrong Vulcan, at the nod of Mighty Jove
Brought for"i perfected from his bbzing stove
W.iom all the Gods enriched with presents ran- _
t'allas gave wisdom to this first-made fair
And Venus beauty, and I.atona's sont
With poetry endowed the gifted oi.c.
And last of all the roguish Mercury
Soul-stirring eloquence bcsto\yed :— thus we

•Pandora. t'ApolIo.

In this our little scrap-book shall collect
Such gifts as these — each portion shall reflect
The sage Minerva, and the beauty bright
Of Venus, daughter of celestial light;
Apollo, master c.f picrian art.
Auspicious shall preside o'er every part,
And Eloquence unite with poetry
To blend the whole in graceful harmony.

Thus, gentle reader, introduced, advance,
Cast o'er this nursery a searching glance ;
Choose out the morfeau which shall please thy taste
If aught can please thee more than all the rest.
Where all are equal, and where all are best.

THE PAPAL BENEDICTION AT ST. PETER'S,
EASTER SUNDAY, 1865.

Lo 1 the vast throng in living torrents flows

On and still onward in its bright array

Here martial pomp ; there kingly splendour glows

And Church and State their glory here display ;

Here every clime on that auspicious day

Sends in its tribute to the mighty crowd

Who like a swelling ocean heave and sway.

Or deep in silence and devotion bowed ;

Or hail their Pontiff King in shouts prolonged and loud.

Lo! he appears, the glorious priestly King,
Behold the mass fall prostrate on their knees.
Far thro the air his thrilling accents ring,
Imploring God his blessings to increase
And fill each heart with love and joy and peace.
Oh Heavenly sight ! Yea more than earthly grand
All nations bound by common sympathies
The Church's sons,— a faithful loving band
United round the altar-tlirone of Petek stand !

LINES ON THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION.

Rome, 1866.

"Fecit mihi magna qui potens est." — Luk. I., 49.

I sing the praise of Heaven's spotless queen : —
See slowly rise the bright creative scene. —
Far in th' unfathomable depths of space

N<\ \Jr^

0'« mv?J^ 'I't! °TP™'"'' '" splendent rays
Oer nryriad g obe., that in their orbit, turn
And Heayen-illumined, ever onwards bum
Oer rountles, choirs of spirit hierarchy
Who throng around the throned Divinity.

Midst all the exuberance of Heavenly light

lis Earth, and Sin the monstrous cloud
Ihat wraps it in a grace-impervious shroud.

But lo! At length a bright and silvry gleam
Pure a, the crystal of the rippling st«!" '
Soft, soothing, mellow ;-but of piercing Vav
From out the heavenly focus takes it" w^av '
Downwards it shoots, all brightness ; and "the Earth
New-born to grace exults in it's new birth

Sf," P^l"^.' S°" "'" heaven-born light
Dost Earth o Heaven: dost Man to G& unite
Connecting link in that unbroken ch^
Betwixt the Creature and Creator lain
Se^n^^H,'!"' '" P'rij'-'^h's dream defined
une end in Heaven, the other on earth reclined.

Lolinthe Vista of Eternity

wfth iJIIf^ir'' T *' ?"■"?<"«« Decree
With mfimte and wondrous virtue fraught
The wide creation into being brought. ^
The Eternal Wisdom fully satiate
Within Itself, where it could contemplate
tor aye in its own essence every g6od

V^hllJ"i, S^' °l '^" ^ understood.
., NoUieeded He, who in himself contains,

The myriad cohort, of the Angel Host —

PZ Zl""/ »" f^^'io" e'er can boast.
One atom of perfection to have given

m.^jJ'° "'^^ '"P"""- °'" Earth and Heaven
as bound ess gwdness, e'er parturient.

With self-enjoyment: but by nature prone
To share diiTusive all it calls its own

T^t'Kv'VuVt'"^ '='"''"• P"'^ spirits all
That fill with brilliancy the Heavenly Hall.-

Hence with incipient Time came the Decree

Creating Man, intelligent and free.

With imile complacent the Creator vieivcd

His wondrous work and "saw that it was good."

But see that smile to anger swiftly changed:—

For Sin, like pestilential monster, ranged

O'er Earth's fair bosom, hideous and gliast.

Destroying every beauty as it passed :—

See, raised aloft in all destructive ire,

God's mighty arm: to strik" with purpose dire.

And with one dread annihiluiing blow

To hurl all back to nothingness :— But I.o!

Poised in its course and powerless It remains

As if some force invisible restrains ; —

The angry brow relaxes, and the while

Returns again the erst pacific smile —

For through long ages of revolving time

(All present to th' Intelligence Divine

That knows no future) The Eternal sees

A glorious Being, such as can appease

A God-head's wrath : — A soul that can efface

Sin's mortal stain. A Being "full of grace"

A Virgin of angelic purity

But yet indued with our humanity.

When God conceived th' inexplicable thought
To die for Man's Redemption; then He sought
Some stainless spot, to make His dwelling place ;
Some oasis upon the desert's face
Such as had never felt the searing breath
Of poisoned sin-producing vice, and death —
Her womb He found sole spot of wicked earth
Worthy to hold the Saviour e^r his birth.

To thee, Sweet Virgin of the Father blessed.
We owe all good of which we are possessed —
Let every tongue throughout the world proclaim
The wondrous glories of thy holy name.
As thou, thyself, sweet mother dost command
"Blessed my name shall be in every land,"
AH hail thee then, immaculate and mild,
Creator's Mother, yet a Creature's Child.

Comfort of mourners, thou art she who knows
To pour a soothing balm on sinners' woes.
Help of the Christian, thy sweet prayer can save
Through thy own Son, the s'n-enshackled slave.
Tower of great strength, our armour and our shield
Our refuge mid temptation'? battk -field.

To thee our needs, sweet Motlier, we declare
To thee we turn our supplicating prayer;
Turn then to us. Sweet Advocate, oh turn
Those eyes that e'er with loving pity burn,
That, past our earthly exile we may come
Through thy petition, to our heavenly home.
With thee th' eternal presence to enjoy,
In long satiety, that ne'er shall cloy.
Sole object, whose fruition e'er can fill
The boundless yearnings of the human will.

THE STAR OF THE M.AGI.

(Fnjment of a poem, recited «t the Polyglol Academy of Propagindl
College, Rome, on January ij, 1B6;.

Oh Glorious Star, whose bright celestial glow
Draws all things to thee, Dost thou not foreshow
The wondrous power of Him the Meek, the Mild,
Th' enshrouded Deity, Beth'lem's Saviour Child,
As when in Heaven's vault appeared thy ray
The regal arm the sceptre ceased to sway.
The jewelled brow no longer seen to wear
The sparkling diadem.— The gorgeous gear
Of court panoply, the robes of State
AH cast aside, which erst the potentate
Was wont to use in conscious majesty. —
So he prefigured, beauteous Star by thee
When raised aloft, such beaming radiance sent
Of all resistless power, that conquered bent
The world entire, submissive to its might-
Then Man aroused from that long dreary night
Of sin and bondage, contrite threw aside
Th' encumbering pomp of worldliness and pride,
And the vile serpent, hideous and ghast,
Which roamed the world triumphant in the past.
Lay crushed and vanquished. See again the earth
Reborn to grace exults in its new birth.
The "Light of Nations" filling every soul.
Illumining every land from Pole to Pole. '

TO REVD. H. Mcdowell, on his ordination

AT ST. JOHN LATERANS.
FEAST OF PENTECOST, 1867.
Rtpieti sum omnci Spiritu Sancto— Acts II— 4.
Behold within the Royal City's walls
In silent prayer the holy lu'tlve await.
With Mary, for the coming Paraclete,
And lol the day of Pentecost arrived,
And Heaven, all brilliant with ethereal light.
In awful chasm gapes.^nd the Eternal One,—
The Spirit of all truth and sanctity.
Like unto tongues of lurid fire descends
Upon the chosen band and fills their souls
With heavenly plentitude of seven-fold grace
The Word of Truth fulfilled, and thus again
From year to year, all indefectible
Throughout each coming age till time shall cease
On that bright glorious day the heavens shall ope
And ever and anon shall be renewed
The bounteous grace of that first Pentecost.
Tremendous wonder of Almighty love !
The angels of the Heavenly Court stood mute
In breathless awe when they at first beheld
Their chieftain, Gabriel, speed upon his way
T' announce the Incarnation, when at first
They understood that wondrous miracle—
"The inanition" of their Lord and King,
And deemed that e'en Omnipotence itself '
Had reached its limit. But behold again
Th' exhaustless source of the Creative power
Launched forth in Act with onder still more great-
No more a god made man bu, .nan made God "*
Oh wondrous dignity, Oh power sublime,
Not e'en the loftiest of the heavenly court
Such privilege can claim. To call to act
Th- Almighty virtue of Goc"s hidden power
The Incarnation to perpetuatef

u. h^mrfi't' D.;' •' """""""' "■ ''"«""'"' "''• "D'- '«'"» «» homo
40 ■

Through pusing time the Holy Myitericf,
The septenary lource of every grtce
T' adminiiter to man.— But over all
By awful, trantubntantiating word
To call the livinsr God from Hit high throne
Upon our lowly Altar«. To enveil
Beneath the humble species of the Host
The Lord and Sovereign of all Majesty I
Such, my dear friend, the heavenly dignity
To which thy God has called thee. Such the lot
Which thou'st this day embraced. Oh happy day
For thee this Pentecost, and happy too for her
The loving mother of thy infant years,*
Who kneeling with thee at the Altar steps
Of Christendom's Cathedralf with a moistened eye
Joins with tlicc, such a scene alone
Can satiate a mother's yearning love
And render compensation for the toils
And long, long weariness of motherly cares.
Oh yes, the throbs of that maternal heart
Will penerate to heaven's highest throne-
That prayer, combining gr.ititude and love
Will echo with the Angels songs of praise'
That the Eternal Paraclete of Truth,
Descending on thy inmost soul to-day.
May fill thee with a never-failing grace
And guide thee ever on thy future course.
May give thee words to soothe the Orphan's woe ;
Impart the unction of the "Golden Mouthed"
To thy discourse, and teach thee to unfold
The latent beauties of the Evangel Word,
To yearning hearts, and with a worthy hand
Dispense the sacred mysteries of Faith-
Foul falsehoods darkening veil to rend aside
From the benighted soul, and to infuse
The genial light of Truth. The Light of Him
Who hghteneth all who come into the world"
And may this Pentecostal day return
^or many years with happiness to thee.

H.s mother was prtscnl at his ordination.
TSt. John Lateran's. The Pooe'a CathpJr:,1
Urbis et Orbis Mater et Caput." '-'""'i'^^

'omnium Ecclesiarum

rjIK TRIUMPH OK THE CHURCH.

rBKrIOUHED BV Tin; lliailT Ol' (HR LORD INTO EOVrT.

A TOr.U RECITED AT TIIK rol.VCLOT ACAIIKMV ur I'RUPAGANDA, ON
JANUARV 13, I8O8.

B«hold Jiidea's haiighly Potentate;

Enthroned in all tin- <li(;nity of State;

A hundred satellites before him bend

In courtly slavishness; and anxious lend

Their purchased friendship ; seeking to forestall

Each inborn wish.— hark in the distant hall,

The sentry's measured tread strikes on the ear.

The clang of arms, the axe, the gli'stening spear

Resound anon, and in the court without

The boisterous jesting, and the noisv rout

Of ribald soldiery. Ami yet behold,

Nor velvet couch, nor gorgeous cloth of gold.

Nor armed legions eager to obey,

Nor regal retinue in grand array,

Nor columned vault, nor brilliant upestry.

Nor all the pride of courtly panopiv

Can calm his troubled mind':— That restless eye.

Why seeks it, in each object to descry

Some hidden rival ! Why that nervous start,

Th' unwonted throbbing of that guilty heart !

Fear'st thou some mighty foe with conquering band.
To wrench the sceptre from thy tremblini^ han,l>
Perchance the hoary seers, the pontiSs sage
Whom thoii hast calle<l to scan the sacred page,—
T' unfold the mysteries of prophetic Word,—
Have told of direful wars and myriad horde.
Like mountain torrent, rushing furious down
The seething gorge ; to crush thy regal crown ?

But no ! they've told no tale, so drear, so wild.
They've told but of a harmless new-born Child !
An Infant sleeping in a Mother's arms ;
Can such a scene arouse those dread alarms?
Ah yes! for in thy ear still vivid ring.
The Wisemen's words, who hail their new-born King!
And scribes and seers full skilled in Biblic lore.
Have searched the Sacred Writings o'er and o'er.
And all combined predict the fatal hour
That marks the downfall of thy ill-got power.
The mystic weeks their course at length have run.*

•Haniel, tx, 24.

And JiiOali waiti thi' loiig-vxiwclcil Out!
E en now the choiri of heavenly Seraphim,
btom Belh'Itnn cell lend forth the joyoiu hymn,
Glory to God on high, and peace to men
On Earth, and all good will for e'er, Amen !"
Sec slowly wind along the dewrt plain,
A c^g,eous cavalcade ; a kinglv train.
Enriched with myrrh, and frank'incen« and gold.
And all the treasure! eastern lands enfcild.
A new found star directs their western wav.
Light! up the desert with its silv'ry ray,
Nor halting ever in its onward flight.
Oer Sion's gilded towers its favored liglil
Sf n "f'P'*'' '° "^"i '■ but o'er the rustic grot
Of Bethlem's shepherd marks the sacred spot,
Where Judah's Infant King reclines to rest,
Enthroned upon a Virgin Mother'i breast;
They enter— not thro' marbled portal wide.
Nor graceful frieie, nor pillared arch bestride
The vestibule ; but darksome cave and low,
Rough-hewn by nature 'neath the nwuntain's brow
And yet within, what wondrous mystery !
The cradle scene of Christianity ;—
The manger-throne of that great Lord of love
Who reigns supreme o'er cherubim above !
A truss of rude cold straw His regal bed.
A rack-frame canopies His sacred head I
His robe of state a scanty garment forms,
Which scarce can shield Him from the wintry storni«
Yet this IS He who rules both, sea and land.
Who holds the winds and tempests in His hand I*
A few poor shepher '; form the courtly train.
Of Him whom Heaven and earth cannot contain •
Two humble beasts, the lowliest of the earth
Sole witnesses of that celestial birth.
Beside the couch unconscious vigils keep,
And warm those shivering infant limbs to sleep '
Yet, this IS that Great God who, from on high,
Watcheth o'er Israel's realm, nor sleepeth aye !" f
The Magi at His feet their gifts outpour
And prostrate, in that humble shed, adore.
For faith illumes their souls with inward light
Reveals the hidden Godhead to their sight,—
Hence the inhuman rage, the frenzied ire.
Of guilty Kerod. Hence the edict dire
That delugea Israel with infants' blood.
And swelled each torrent with a purple flood,—
All nature seems to rue the wicked deed.

•Proverbs xxx, 4.

tPsalm cxx, 4.

The very cliffs in riven horror bleed ;
The wailing mother's sad, heartrending; cries,
Pierce with an anguish keen the loweruig skies.
And shriller than the moaning wintry breeze
That whistles thro' the rifted forest trees.
More dreadful than the frothy gurgling roar
Of surging billow 'gainst the rockbound shore.
Crying for vengeance on the bloo<lstained hand :
That spread the ruthless carnage thro' the land.
The tyrant sits upon his throne the while.
Glutted with gore, and smiles a savage smile.

But see I while Israel mourns her infant dead,
That One alone, for whom they alF have bled.
Securely trav'Ung o'er the desert sand
To seek a shelter in a foreign land I
And now the infants' struggling death-cries cease,
Exchanged for heavenly hymns of joy and peace.
The martyred babes, transformed to Cherubs of light,
Now hover round the Saviour in his flight.
Soothe His rough way, assuage His weary toil,
And bid Him welcome unto Egypt's soil.
Thus shall the Church, thro' each succeeding age.
Elude the earthly tyrant's feeble rage ;
And firfniy anchored on th' unshaken rock
Despise the anger of the tempests' shock.
The howling storms which cause the world to quake
'Gainst Peter's throne in harmless fury break!
Such is the talc her annals e'er disclose,
Combat and victory o'er contending foes ! —
Behold Her scarcely born to infant life.
Sustain three hundred years of blood and strife.
The fiend of Persecution stalks abroad
Breathing defiance to the Christian's God !
The pagan altars reek with human gore.
The forums ring with lions' rav'nous roar.
Beneath the Coliseum's mighty dome
See crushed in anxious crowd all pagan Rome !
And hideous yells, and shouts incessant burst.
For Christian blood to slake their fiendish thirst.

But lo ! within the darksome catacomb
Buried as 'twere within the living fomb.
The saintly Pontifl' with his humble flock.
The Church! surviving still the awful shock.
Preserved and handed down th' unfailing Word,
The mysteries dispensed and God adored !
Thus thrice one hundred years, until at last
The angry cloud in wasted fury passed.
The cruel tyrants withered from the earth ;
The Church arose triumphant to new birth.
Sweet peace smiled down upon the fold once more,

Sn'.Tt?/ Truth was spread from shore to shore
On and still onward till the nations all '

Ubedient bow d responsive to the call.
ToThit f^' Western Isles* that stud the deep,
To where the Ganges' orient torrents sweep
Aroused from Paganism's dreary night,

Anon°L'.l H ^ and beamed with Christian light-
Anon foul Heresy raised its venomed head
But crushed at once it only served to shed
A bnehter glory on its conquering toe
R,?, 1,, t ^'/"'"•'"od one more fatal blow,
gut hark a fearful tempest belching forth

vlT"„°''[ !: ' "*??*'' "•""'"ains of the North, t
Faint y at first with low and rumbling growl,

n'r fh h'\"' ,""'!?''"''"K °' '"-ne hideous ghoul,
Or the dark cloud, with dimly outlined form.
That warns the mariner of the coming storm
Gathering m fury st it rolls along
A seething mass of wild Bo. larim throng'

nl^'^'Z^'!;?'' r'-"' ^""^ irnpc. .ous roar
On Italy s fertile plains, and sweeping o'er
Her smiling valleys, searing every fi'ace
Of life and vendure from her beauteous face
And rolhng on till spent at length it falls, '
In futile rage 'gainst Rome's pelasgic walls-

Stem hour of trial thro' that dreary age
The sombre night which clouds fair History's nam
Ou'tr^'; .t ?"'''■ ^i^-^Phant still lived on '^ ^■
Outrode the storm and with new glory shone;
For scarce the turgid stream rolls furious past
Destroying all like pestilential blast,
rhe hermit issuing from his mounuin cell
Intrepid views the vast receding swell
And like the wrecker on the ocean veree
Awaits to grasp from the engulping surge
The shattered fragments of the world's lost lore
t He ruined barque of science to restore 1

And by the flickering of the midnight oil.

In humble silence plies th' incessant toil

Lollects the monuments of years gone by

The relics of the world's past history. '^

Sole link of that great chain which binds us fast

By long tradition to the ages past.

?V.? VPJ^ •"' P™""' "« promised Wor<l.
Erst pledged to man by Truth's unerring Lord.t

<!h,^'II^ "^ '^."m '' "}' ™P'°"' powers of Hell
Shall not prevail !" E'en now thSr dying yell

•Britain. tlnVMion of I,.|j, by ,h, G<„h, „^ j,^,,^ ^^ ^^

Loud echoes in my ears,* methinks I see
Their scattered hordes in wild confusion flee !
Yes I once again th' unseen but awful blow
Hath hurled destruction on the guilty foe.
Great Pius, monarch of Christ's earthly realm,
Beheld the storm which threatened to overwhelm
His Pontiff throne, uprising from afar.
Nor trusts the murd'rous tools of bloody war.
But in that God of strength alone confides
Who o'er the myriad seraph hosts presides!
And far on high th' angelic choirs upraise
A joyful song of victory and praise.
Join too, ye earthly choirs, exulting sing,
Yet one more triumph of our Pontiff Kinj; ;
One ray of glory ; one more brilliant gem.
Now sparkles on his mitred diadem!
Hail, saintly Pius ; hail him, far and wide,
Our Church's glory, and our age's pride!
Once more, that Church, — behold, ye distant lands,
Tsn;HPHANT, Glorious, Uhshaken Stands!

*In alliilion to the defeat of the Garibaldiui invaders (Oct., 1867)
the Papal Zouaves at Mentana.

i^onnets

SONNET I.
IN MEMORIAM.

SISTER MARV AGNES KITCIIIN.

Died Dec. 1st, 1878, Aged 36 Years.
R. I. P.

A bright-eyed child ; fresh as a mountain flower ;—
Sweet innocence nestled in her girlish breast—
A pure young virgin, modest, calm, heaven-blest.
Virtue's white lily made her heart it's bower-
Budding to womanhood, every passing hour
Drew her more heavenward. Each first thought and best,
Soul, body, heart, love all that she posses'd.
Given to God — Religion's noble dower !

The silent cloister ! Oh how short the years !
Too much of happiness, too little grief
For Calv'ry's Spouse— God hei.rd the nnbreathed sigh !
And sent the bitter cross*, great joy !— sweet tears—

'Tis passed : A life so beautiful, so brief,

A new voice joins the angels' songs on high.

*Shc died of a most painful cancer.
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SONNET II.
IN MEMORIAM.

SISTER UARY PHILOMENA CORRIDAN.

Ditd Feb. 14th, 1879, Aged 21 Years.
R. I. P.

We made her cold grave 'neath th spotless snow ;

The feath'ry fronds, like angels' winglets fall,

And gently fluttering, weave a silv'ry pall
Meet for a young heart, in it's virgin glow
Weep not dear distant friends* when you shall know,

How soon she had to hear the trumpet call

How soon to render up to God that ALL,
Vowed at the .\ltar ihree short months ago !

Tho' far from her Green Isle now cold she lies ;
And, for the Tthamrock, snowflakes >iss her bier,
Calm will she rest; and friends around will pray.
With love as warm, as e'en 'neath Erin's skies ;
And hearts will guard her grave with sign and tear. —
Peace, then, and hope, you'll meet her on — TH.\T DAY.

*She came from Irclsnd to Newfoundland, leavinc home and fncttds
bckind.

SONNET III.
THE SILVER THAW.*
Written April, 1879^

At times the Frost-King April', showers invades,
Gath'ring the falling drops in crystal groups.
And every branch a silv'ry prism droops.

Splitting the Sun's light in a thousand shades;

And o'er the meadows, and adown the glades
Each stalk and twig ice-coated graceful stoops,
Like mail-clad hordes of Liliputian troops
Clashing and sparkling with their mimic blades.

Bright wondrous vision! dazzling to the eye!
Alas! like fairy fabric, all too soon
Thy glist'ning splendor vanishes from view :
For, ere hot Phoebus, coursing thro the sky.
Hath spanned one-half hi, race to vernal noon.
The icy pageant melts to trickling dew.

Sprin, ,ho«M are fr„z.„ i„ .'fc. ,Tof hnti. ' '" """"^ "'"" ""
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SONETTO IV.

Written Originally in Italian.

A LEONE PAPA XIII.

Ristoratore indefesso della Filosofia e Teologia Cristiana.
A Te, ch' in trono assiso «ei di Piero,
Nobil rampollo dello PECCI* stemma.
Degno d'omar il triplo diadema. —
Di che I'avita Stella, a raggio altiero
Brill' ognor, nel suo azzur sentiero,
E scintillando qual lucente gemma
Indora '1 cedro augustof — atto emblema
Di cui al tetro Enor si fa guerricro !

"Lume ne' ciel" — dal Santo Iriandese t

Ne' tempi or trascorsi pronunziato:

Sovra tua penna pars! svolazzare

L'agnol' della scuole** all' ali stese; —

La voce sentesi del AQUINATO

Di nitovo il mondo intiero cattivare !

•Nome di (amighi di Leone Xin. , . ,, „ ■ ■ u.

tAllusivo alle arme del Pecci, cm i— Az. Una Stella m cima or, che
getta i raggj su dun cedro pr. traversato da una banda ar. con due—
FLBURS DE US, in fondo ; del ultimo.

ISan Malachia— Swondo la profezia yolearmente attnbuita a questo
santo, Leone XIII, viene denominato "LUMEN IN COELO.

"San Tommaso d' Aquino, detto "L'ANGELICO DOTTORE ovvero
"L'ANGELO delle SCUOLE."

SONNET V.
(Tnuislation of the Foregoing, to Pope Leo XIII.)

.NDEFATICABLE «EST0RER OK CHKISIMN PHILOSOPHY
AND THIOLOGY.

HaiJ thou I on Peter', Chair enthron-ed Pope,
Thou noble scion of the PECCI' stem I
Worthy to grace the triple Diadem.—
Thou, whose ancestral sUr, with ray of hope.
Gleams bright within it's azure horoscope;
Sparkling with splendor as pellucid gem,
Tints the tall cedar with a golden hemf.
Emblem of one who with dark Sin must cope.

Thou art the very 'Xight from Heaven" of yore
By Erin's Sainted Malachy foretoId,:t
For o'er thy haloed brow with wings unfurled
The "Angel of the Schools," is seen to soar
Tipping thy pen with ray of molten gold,—
Once more AQUINAS' vo,ce inthrall, the world I

•The family name of Pope Uo XIII

Ar. with two fleura-de-li, i„ l^^rol ?hria« ' """' '''' ^ *"""" '" '«"
i, dSyj '^^!',lt'-ff^y{;Z^.?'"y "'^''""'' "' «■■' Sa,n,, Leo XII,
.he Seh^.I'-'""" ''''"'"" "««" "Th. Angelic Doctor" or ,he "Anpl of

PETRARCH'S SONNET XXXIV.

IN JIORTE Dl LAURA.

Lev&mmi il mio pensiero in parte ov'era
Quella ch'io cerco, e non ritrovo in terra.
Ivi fra lor che'l terio cerchio serra,
L» rividi piu bella, e meno altera.
Per man mi presc e disse:— "In questa spcra
Sarai ancor meco; se'l desir non crra.
I'son colei che ti die tanta giterra.
E compie mia giomata inanzi sera :
Mio ben non cape in intellett^ umano. (}

Te solo aspetto, e quel che tanto amasti,
E laggiuso e rimaso, il mio bel velo" —
Deh I perche taque, ed allargo la mano?—
Ch'al suon de'detti si pietosi e casti.
Poco manco ch'io non rimasi in cielo !

SONNET VII.
Original Translation of the Foregoing.

My thought upraised me to that region, where
Dwells she, on earth I seek and can not find.
■Mong those whom Heaven's third circle holds confined.

Less haughty and more bright I saw her there.

She took my hand and said,-"Within this sphere

Thou'lt be with me; unless my hope be blind,
I'm she who gave thee so much pain of mind.

And closed my day before it's eve drew near.

My joy no human mind can understand,
I wait but thee, and what thy fond love graced
My sweet, but mortal, veil, below there laid"-
Why ceased she thus?-and why released my hand?
At sound of words so tender and so chaste,
Tt little lacked but I in Heaven had staid!

SONNET \ 1.

SPRING.

(Written in 1881.)

"SOLVITUH ACRis H1E.4S."— Horace, Ode IV., Book I.

See from his deep cloud-curtained couch arise,
The drowsy Sun, and with a feeble ray.
Peep o'er the hill-tops on the morning gray 1—

Now sailing upwards thro the eastern skies.

Before his strengthening glow the cloud-mist flies
Showing the bright scene of the opening day ;—
All Nature seems with buoyant rapture gay,

And SPRING at length, cold Winter's power defies.

The torrents shouting down the mountain sides.
Exultant in their liberated floods ;
So long by Winter's icy fetters bound.
Rush joyful towards the vale, in giant strides :
The birds make answer, from a thousand wood*
Spring's echoing laughter shakes the hills aroun-" '

«0

SONNET VUl.

WAITING.

(Pencilled in a Scrapbook.)

Sept. 24, 1883.

A moment passed is lost for aye and gone :— it
Ne'er can be recalled thro'out all time:
So even if I make a little rhyme;—
^.waiting while you're putliiig your bonnet,
The world will be enriched by one more sonnet.
And tho it be not altogether prime;
Nor even worth (perhaps you'll say) a dime;
Some reader yet may find a virtue on it.

Thus while awaiting for juur coming down,
Lest I may lose a precious minute here,
I take my pencil to jot down this strain.
It may, perchance dispell a gathering frown,
Or cast a ray of sunshine on a tear.—
Then sure the moment were not spent in vain.

SONNICT IX.

To a Rom plucked at St. Agnn' on the Via N'omentana ouliidc

the walls of Rome.

February, 1883.

Sweet Aower ! what fancies fill my throbbini; frame,
As on thy crinison-pctaled form I ffazc!
Bright mem'ry wings me back to those far days

When AGNES, child-saint, hither frequent came:

Those budding twigs her gentle nursing claim

She plucks thy fellow from those selfsame sprays, —
Thy deep-dyed leaf her martyr fate portrays,

As tho beholding, thou didst blush for shame I

Yea ! tho' old Nomcntanas Hags have borne.
Thro sixteen cycles, rolling to the tomb,
A whole world's Hist'ry, — clatter of arm-ed men.
And clang of hoof and war-car, — yet unshorn
Of thy green life ; still dost thou bud and bloom,
And thro all years wilt bud and bloom again I

SOWKT X.

URIGIJS.*
July, 1884.

Ai mid the deitrt und, with weary t\

The famished trav'Ier leans the burnintr 1 Ian .

And onwards faintly ,\ngs his drooping train.
Seeking some rippling fonntain to descry.—
Or longing turns his glance to eastern sky,

In hopes of cloudlet, boding instant rain ;

To cool his parching lips, but all in vain.
No moisture deigns his craving wants supply.

Oh joy !— behold on yon horizon far,
Gleaming like em'rald set in sapphire blue,
Or like the gohlen sheen of evening star,
A blooming oasis strikes on his view I
Filling his soul ith unexpcitccl glee,
Such, Beauteous Brigus, my first thoughts of thee.

poXirs!;: ^'fe^:^ ■;■ Lr^Js=„r "■"" »' '-'-

I ''

SONNET XII.

SAN TOMASO DAQUINO.

CHIAMATO 'L-ANGELICO DOTTORE."

(Written Originally in Italian, 1885.)

Un Agnol', chiaro dal fulgor Divino,
Svolando, penetra la nube folta
Che da tant" anni avea la terra involta :
Si ferma in mezzo al ratto suo cammino
Sovra I'ameno colic del CASSINO*
Laggiii ncl cliiostro, con sembianza accolta.
E vista alia Croce tutta attolte,
Scorge Toniaso, in preghier' inchino.

Presto dal 1' ala dispenna una piuma
Che qual saetta scaglia nel profondo.
E cade al pie del Santo.* Sua chiarezza
L'addesta, e la cella tutta illuma.—

L'afferra in man' per penna, c da al mondo,
Delia sua SUMMAf. la divin sagezza.

~ <I1 Monast.ro di Monte Cassino, ov» San Tomaso passo i primi anni
dd ".^ N-y^^'^A THEOLOGICA." opera pin celebre del "Angelico
Dottore."

SONNET XIII.

ST. THOMAS.

(Called the Angelic Doctor.)

Original Translation of Foregoing.

An Angel gleaming, from God's very sight,
Like meteor flashing thro the voids of space
Rends the dark cloud that veils the earth's fair face.

Pausing erewhile upon his onward flight,

Above Cassino's* olive-mantled heighl,
He saw a monk kneeUng in cloistered place.
Turned towards the Crucifix, pure fount of grace.

With yearning gaze beseech some ray of light.

Lo! quickly fluttering thro the downward sky,
A pinion plucked from out his wing there came.
And dropped with radiant beam upon the floor;
The saint aroused from his deep reverie.
Seized the bright plume, and from it's point of flame
Gave to the world the "SUMMA'S"t heaven-bom lore.

*The Monastery of Monte Cassino. near Naples, where St. Thomas
passed his early days.

tThe "Summa Theologica." the greatest work of the "Angelic Doctor."

SONNET XI.

TO AN ICEBERG.*
February, 1883.

Hail thou great freak of Nature's mighty hand I
Thou crystal wonder of the frozen pole,
Who o'er the bosom of the deep dost roll

In frigid majesty — so cold, so grand !

Nurtured among the fjords of far north land ;
Fantastic formed, like giant's funeral mole.
Slow gliding onwards towards thy southern goal, —

Can man's frail work thy wondrous power withstand?

Nay! e'en "AURANIA," like a thin;, of life,
Panting within her ribs of wroughten steel.
Graceful with all her strength,— and yet how weak
If coped with thee! great thing, in mortal strife.
How, like a toy, before thy shock she'd reel!—
Think ye, her living freight, and bow ye meek.

♦Seen in the Atlantic Ocean in Lat. 44° N.. Long. 45 W. from on
iKiard the Cunard Liner "AURANIA," bound from Liverpool to New York.
Written and printed in the newspaper published on board during the voyage.

SONNET XIV.

TO LONGFELLOW.

^W^itten for the "Acadian .-Kutograph Album," December, 1886.)

Immoilal Bard of sweet Evangeline,

Tliou who hast given to never ending fame
The brave old Bazil and young Gabriel's name.

Oh! would that thou our own broa<l vales had'st seen

Bright as e'en Acadie in summer's sheen ;

For surely they thy favoring muse might claim.
To shrine them in thy verse's lasting frame ;

And CODROV* had an other GRAND PRE been !

Yes, thou, with cunning art of pijLl's lore,

Could'st people these vast wastes with joys and tears.
And make them live, by thy creative hand,—
But thou art gone, thy versing days are o'er,

-And we must wait thro'nut the coming vears.
Another I.GNfiFELLOW to sing our land.

•A btauliflll valley on the west side of Newfoundland.
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PETRARCH'S SONNET, CLXXIII.
Al Fiume Rodano.

Rapido flume I che D'Alpestre vena,

Rodendo intomo, onde'l nome prendi,
Notte e di meco desioso scendi,

Ov' amor me, te sol Natura mena ; —

Vattene innanzi, il tuo corso non frena,

Ne stanchezza, ne sonno ; e pria che rendi
Suo dritto al Mar, fiso u'si mostri, attend!

L'erba piii verde, e I'aria piu serena :

Ivi e quel nostro e dolce Sole,

Ch'adorna e'nfiora la tua riva manca

Forse (Oh che sperol) il mio tardar le dole,
Biaciale'l piede, o la man bella e bianca !
Dille i] baciar sia 'n vece di parole, —

Lo Spirto e pronto, ma la came e stanca !

SONNET XVI.

TO THE RIVER RHONE.

(Original Translation of the Foregoing, iSWi.)

O rapid stream, which down from Alpine gorge.
Eating thy tortuous way,— and hence thy name, •
Descendcst headlong; night and day the same.

Me love, thee, only Nature's law doth urge :—

Flow on ! Nor toil nor sleep can check thy surge :—
Yet sUy ! ere Ocean shall his tribute claim.
Where thou shall see, now soothed to gentler frame,

Grass greener : air more clear upon thy verge :—

THERE is that sweet and loving Sun of mine.

Who thy left bank adorns ;— with flowers doth grace.
Perhaps (Oh would it were!) iny stay she weeps,
Kiss me her foot : her hand so white, so fine.

Tell her that kiss of words must take the place,—
My soul flies on, the sluggish clay but creeps!

,1. T .'?' ^"a' "J""' " ""«■ '" ""''"' " RodMO, a word derived from

,t' ^^'." •"''."'■ '1 "' "•^""' " "^""i"* down with ,r„"or« from
the Alps ,1 eats, as it were, it's way onward through the "and

SONNET XV.

(At thf Grave of Monsignor Sears, in Lochaber Cemetery. .\. S.)
Oct. 10, iic5.

A little mound, heaped up, of dun green mould,
Hard by tlie lake-side chapel, 'mong the dead :
Where autumn maples, sadly drooping, shed

In amber showers their tears of crimson gold :—

Is this thy grave ?— And do I here behold
VVIiere calmly rests that venerable head,
Thro' which in life a thousand projects sped?

That spirit, tranquil now, but erst so bold !

Ah. yes ! no more thou'lt face the Ocean's might.
To soothe the dying sinner's soul : — no more

To bring relief thou'lt scale the mountain's height.'
Thou restest now by lov'd Lochabcr's shore :

Thy work is done. Thou'st bravely fought the light.
Then sleep thou on, goml. noble Monsignor.

•Monsignor Scars l.ilioured alone on tl,e wild wc« coast of New.
foundUnd Tor «v«it«n years before the d.iys of ralwayr and mail
TZM-n^l-Z!"' "'"" "'■" '"""""''"" »n',now-shoer?r over w?te'

SONNET XVII.

To a School Teacher.
(Written at Port at,x Ports, Bay St. George. ,889.)

Gods self is knowledge, and the Soul of Man
Is but a spark of that Eternal Fire:—
Each glow of new CogniH™ we acquire.
Kindling the mind,-si„ce erst our life be|rw,,
Its sphere enlarging, widening its span:-
Each noble thought : each virtuous desire.
E'er wafts it upwards, bringing it yet nigher

Its destined place in the Creator's plan.
Since this is so, then what a noble part,

A Heavenly task, has He assigned to thee.
To help Him in His infinite Design :—
To plant the fecund seedling in the heart.

That shall shoot forth into the Knowledge tree.
Such is thy work ; such glorious duty thine !

SONNET XVIII.

To Cap* Smoky (Cap Enfum^).*

(Written on bo«rd the Str H. .aw, July i8, 1889.)

Hail Grim old Hill ! Around thy g^rizzled brow,
Thy smoky cap still wreathes its fleecy fold,
As, when, four cycles since, the Breton bold.

Turning to "Westward Ho!" his daring prow,

Gazed, wond'ring, on thy cloud-wrapped head,— so thou.
Unchanged dost stand, — nor seemcst to grow old !
Or in thy age perennial Youth dost hold ;—

Stern in thy solemn grandeur then as now.

Let no unworthy pride our bosoms swell
In triumph of our age, as safe we glide

In Ocean-palace ; — Think of those who came
Those brave old souls, in clumsy caravel.

Th' uncertain Astrolabe their only guide «

O'er unmapped seas ! — All honor to their name I

•.So calM hfcaiis? it is alw2y= wrapped in .-. flfcry ciO'.iii
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SONNET XIX.

On the Centenary of the American Chureh.
(Written at Baltimore. Nov. lo, ,889.)

Oh Spirit of the faithful Baltimore!

Beholdest thou from thy high throne to-day,
The mighty City which encrowns the Bay,

Where ,hou didst plant the Cross upon the shore;

The pregnant prayer of Faith didst fervent pour
Into a virgin world's receptive clay,
And send its roots life-freighted, far a^vay,

Een .0 the Wondrous Wesf., fair golden door?

Now ha« a hu«tre,l vears rolled o'er the land

Thm quickening cycles What dost thou behold ?
A Nation pinnacled with sacred Domes,-
Sky-piercing Spires, that speak of Fai.h.-and stand
The phalanx of a Church, like giant bold.

Full of young strength, that conquers hearts and Homes I

SONNET.'

Adieu aux Francis rctournant de la Nouvelle France en la France

Gauloise.

A. M. de Poutrincourt.

Scipion, ennuye de la trompeuse vie

D'un Siecle corrompu, passa de ses vieux ans
Le chagrin au deduit des jardins et des champs,

Dedaignant les douceurs d'unc ingrate Patrie.

Ton ame, Poutrincourt, d'injustice ennemie.

En nos moeurs corrompus ne prend nul passetempts ;
Et, comme Scipion, tu cherches des longtemps

Un sejour d'innocence, eloigne de I'envie.
Mais en ce point ici tu passe Scipion :

C'est que, fuyant si loin des hommcs la malice
Non seulement, tu sers a la religion ;
Mais tu t'acquiers encore un rcn-.m glorieux: —
Et I'autre, s'ecartant loin de ses envieux,

Se contenta d'avoir aux pieds foule le vice.

♦Written by M. Marc l^scarbot, at Por* Royal, en the 24th of
August, 1606.

SONNET XXI.

M. Marc Lescarbot to M. Dc Poutrincourt.

(Original Translation of the Forfgoing.)

Jan. 22, 1893.

A-weary of the worlds deceptive ways

Great Scipio passed his life's declining hours
Mid peaceful fields, and gardens of sweet flowers

Despising an ungrateful Country's praise.-

So, Poutrincourt, thy soul's more lofty gaze,
No pleasure finds in such dull joys as ours,
Like him, thou seekest some sequestered bowers

Removed from strife, to spend thy evening days.

But e'en great Scipio is by these outdone,—

Content to hide from envious mortals' sight.

And crush beneath his feet all vice and shame,
While thou, not only dost sin's pathway shun,
But shin'st a beacon of Religion bright.

And gain'st before the world a glorious name!

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SONNET XX.

BLARNEY CASTLE.

(Written on visiting Blarney for the first time, Aug. i8, 1890.)

Oft in my childhood's days, in glowing thought
I've pictured, — Blarney, — thy old ruined keep.
Thy quoins and battlements ; thy dungeon deep : —

Thy bastioned turrets, with strange cunning wrought, —

And that famed stone, with pleasant mem'ries fraught.
That hangs suspended o'er the yawning steep. —
My youthful fancy in her day-dream's sleep

As yet uncloyed, such lightsome visions taught.

And now in very truth, I see thy walls

Rise sad and silent in their sere old age.

With ivied tresses wreathed around thy brow !
I scale thy toilsome stairs ; — thy roofless halls

Wond'ring explore ;— retrace past Hist'ry's page.
And fill with life those cells, long silent now.

SONN2T XXII.

NIAGARA IN WINTER.
(Written at Niagara Falls, Feb. ii, 1893.)

I stood upon the ice-cone's glittering mound

Which winter's hand had fashioned from thy spray ;

Built up defiant of thy headlong way : —
High from above, with stupifying bound
Came the great flood ;— I felt, not heard, the sound

Deep thrilling thro' my soul, I dared not stay.

The quivering mass meseemed to heave and sway
Threat'ning t' engulph me in th' abyss profound.

I went beneath the cliff, and 'mazing stood :

Nature's great Minster !— here the deafening din
Is stilled, — huge shafts of icy stalactite
Uphold the lofty arch of frost-bound flood :—
Or from without surveyed, or from within,

Man, awe-struck, owns Goits all-creative might.

SONNET XXIII.

GRAND LAKE. THREE SONNETS.

Dec. 7, 1895.

1st. The Past.

A gleam of silver, through the russet screen
Of mantling firs ; — See suddenly expand,
Before the view, majesticalh and,
Our mighty inland sea ! — The opal sheen
Of far off reaches, pales to sapphire green
'Neath dying sun-rays — and the pihk-gold strand.
Melts into azure in the distant land —
Hail thou, of all our lakes the Noble Queen I

Unawed by whiteman's slaughter-dealing stroke

In lordly pride the graceful Cariboo

Roams peacefully along thy placid marge.

From out the neighboring drook the wigwam's smoke

Curls upwards — while athwart thy bosom blue

The proud Beothuc spurs his fragile barge.

SONNET XXIV.

GRAND LAKE.
2nd. The Present.

What change !— adown the hill, athwart the dale
Creeps the long iron track like gleaming snake,
Spanning with headlong rush, brook, river, lake.
The throbbing engine, with its crashing tr"'i.
Sweeps o'er the landscape, — While its mou i wail,
And shriek heart-piercing cause the hills to quake
And strike with dread, the dwellers oi the brake,
Which scattered flee, in terror through the vale.*

Where once the antlered deer unnumbered stood —
Southward migrating, — stemmed the turgid tide,
Great granite piers divide the rushing flood
And forge-wrought girders, with gigantic stride
Graceful yet strong, the far stretched waters span.f
Triumph of genius mighty work of man !

•The deer are very much terrified at the train. When, migrating
southward, they come to the track, they hesitate, look around in alarm,
approach timidly, scent it, then p.iw it carefully. Finally taking flight, ihey
gallop for miles along the track, not daring to cross it.

tThe place where the railway bridge crosses the Junction Brook was
the favorite crossing place nf the Cariboo.

SONNET XXV.

GRAND LAKE.
3d. The Future.

The scene is changed again ! Tall chimnies rise
Belore us, belching reeks of mirky smoke
Across the leaden sky -.-with clanging croak
The mighty derrick ever ceaseless plies:—
And huge wheels turning gaunt machineries

Raise from the nether depths, the jet-black coke.
Our country's wealthy .lower, so long bespoke:
Which bright shall shape our future destinies.

Anon the lengthening train with heavy load.

Speeds towards the pier ; where turret barges wait,
To hold the product of the mine's rich vein.
And o'er the ocean-highway far abroad

To foreign marts, convey the precious freight :-
Till wealth and peace shall smile on us again.

SONNET XXVI.

On the fantastic iceberg (showing an lona Cross) which
appeared oft the Narrows of St. John's in July, 1898.

Is this the spirit of lona's Isle,
Of holy Hy-Kolm-Kill, that greets our sight,
All robed in spotless cere-cloth, dazzling white I
Or crystal mirage of the ancient pile
With cloister nave and stately columned aisle.
Once raised by sainted monks : — now by the might
Of great Atlantic, borne, on pinions bright
Across its bosom many a thousand mile !

Behold the Keltic Cross stand nobly forth
Above the wave ! with clear prismatic hue
Wrought not by man, but Nature's cunning hand.
Amid the glaciers of the frozen North : —
Fashioned so fair, so tant, so straight, so true
A fitting fane for dear old Newfoundland.

SONNET XXVn.
EASTER MORN.

MAGDALEN AT TUB SEPULCHRE.

(March 39th, 1902.)

"Erat valde mane una Sabbatorum."
'Twas early morn, the first day of the week
The pale-grey dawn on eastward Olivet
Began to change to streaks of roseate —
To Calvarj-'s mound glides forth subdued and meek
A trembling — shrouded figure ; strong yet weak —
Strong in deep Love, unflinching Faith, — And yet
Like wrestling torrents in that bosom met,
Conflicting fears, and terror's troublous wreak.

She looks into the tomb, — heart-rending sight I
Tis cold and empty — "Oh what have they done
With my Beloved"? — Where placed His thorn-
crowned head?" —
Behold! a radiance of heavenly light, —
A voice that speaks in sweet angelic tone,
"He is risen ; seek not Life amidst the dead."

SONNET- XXVIII.

To the Venerable Archdeacon O'Neill on the occasion of hit
Sacerdotal Silver Jubilee.

(Accompanied by a (ilver sickle with shtcf of corn, inlaid with

pebbles of emerald from Connamara, a work of Irish

art of rare design.)

(October j8th, igoa.)

Five Ivstres in the Vineyard of the Lord,
A faithful workmen thou hast ever been,
And fruitful vintages hast gathered in,

And plenteous harvests garnered well, and stored ;

The guerdon of the soul-enshriving "Word."
Yet may thy sickle's erstwhile silver sheen,
Be turned to gold ; in future years to glean.

Five lustres more, to swell thy bounteous hoa-d I

This emblem o.' a priestly life well spent,

Fresh from the old, and well beloved Land,
A specim* \ of rarest Keltic Art ;

With gems from Connamara's mountain's ren'
Wrought by deft fingers of a Keltic hand,
May for its sake, be dearer to thy heart.

i^onge* etc.

DEAR OLD SOUTH-SIDE HILL, 1899.

The fondest thoughts of childhood's days

Twine round thef. dear old hill,
And as I f^azc. thy bare, hieak braes

With love my bosom thrill.
Of all the hilU that stud earth's breast

Ami foreign countries fill,
I love thee more than all the rest

Oh, dear old South-Side Hill.

Chorus:

Oh, dear old Scuth-Side Hill.

Old, ruRged, scraggy hill,
I look with pride on thy sun-brown side.

Oh, dear old South-Side Hill.

I love euch nook, each darkling drook.

Each copse of russet brown :
Each gully, poud. and laughing brook

That tumbles rattling down.
I love thee, bathed in summer sun,

With opal light aglow,
Or robed in wintry garment, spun

From woof of silken snow.

Chorus : Oh, dear old, &c.

I've seen the hills that proudly stand
And stretch from shore to shore,

In many a bright and favored land
Far-famed in song and lore ;

But oh, there's none so dear as thou.
Old, shaggy, South-Side Hill,

Thy iron front and beetling brow

My soul with rapture fill.

Chorus: Oh, dear old, &c.

I've seen Killarney's lofty Recks

And noble Gailtce Mor,
Ben Lomond's and B?n Nevis'a peaks.

And Snowdon's Glydcr Fawr ;
The lordly Alps and Appenine.

And Hcrmon's sacred heif^ht,
But with all their charms, there's none like thine

Can cheer my weary sight.

Chorus : Oh, dear old, &c.

Thou standest o'er our harbor's mouth,

Like sentry stern and hoar,
Ami shield's! iis from the stormy South

And wild Atlantic's roar;
When breakers blanch the ocean's crest
And surges dash thy side,
Within thy shelt'ring arms at rest

Our ships securely ride.

Chorus: Oh, dear ^, &c.

THE FLAG OF NEWFOUNDLAND.
March 33d, 1902.

The pink, the rose of England sliows,
The green St. Patrick's emblem, bright
While in between, the spotless siieen
Of Andrew's Cross, displays the wliite.
Then hail ; the pink, the white, the green,
Our patriot flag! long may it stand. —
Our sirelands twine, their emblems trine.
To form the flag of Newfoundland I

Chorus : Fling out the flag, o'er creek and cragg.
Pink white and green, so fair, so grand.
Long may it sway, o'er bight and bay,
Around the shores of Newfoundland!

Whate'er betide, our "Oc.an Bride"
That nestles "midst Atlantic's foam
Still far and wide, we'll raise with pride
Our native flag, o'er hearth and home. —
Should e'er the hand of Fate demand
Some future change in our career ; —
We ne'er will yicM : — on flooKor field
The flag we honor and revere I

Chorus : Fling out, &c.

NEW CENTURY.
Poem of His Holiness Pope Leo XIII. to the Xezv Century.

AN. CHRISTI MDCCCC. PRIDIE KALENDAS lANVARIAS A JESU CHRISTO
INEVNTIS SAECVLI AVSPICIA.

Cultrix bonarum nobilis artitim
Decedit aetas ; publica commoda,

Viresque naturae retectas,
Quisquis avet, memoret canendo.
Saecli occiJentis me vehementius
Admissa tangunt ; haec doleo et fremo

Pro! quot, retrosum conspicatus,

Dedecorum monumenta cemo.

Querarne caedes, sceptraque diruta,
An pervagantis monstra licentiae ?
An dirum in arcem Vaticanam
Mille dolis initum duellum?

Quo cessit Urbis, principis urbium,
Nullo impeditum servido decus?
Quam saecia, quam gentes avitae
Pontificum coluere sedem.

Vae segregatis Numine legibus !
Quae lex honesti, quae superest fides?
Nutant, semel subomta ab aris,
Atque ruunt labefacta iura.

Auditis? effert impia conscius
Insanientis grex sapientiae ;
Brutaeque naturae supremum
Nititur asseruisse numen.

Nostrae supernam gentis originem
Fastidit excors ; dissociabilem.
Umbras inanes mente captans,

Stirpem hominum peciidumque miscct.

Heu quam proboso gurgite volvitur
Vis impotentis caeca superbiae,
Servate, mcrtales, in omne
lussa Dei metuenda tempus.

Qui vita solus, certaque Veritas,
Qui recta et una est ad Superos via.
Is reddere ad votum fluentes
Terrigenis valet unus annos.

TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING.
St. John's, March 29, igoi.

Sing he who lists, the Age that now departs ;

Which fosters Science ; cherisheth the Arts ;
Which Nature's secret forces doth reveal,
And all things bendeth to the common weal.

But, as the dying years I backward scan.

And view the crimes and shameful deeds of man.

My heart deep touched these crying evils mourns.
And with indignant ire my bosom burns.

Shall I complain of slaughters — scepters hurled ?

Of vice unbridled stalking thro' the world ;

Of direful war waged with a thousand wiles
Against e'en Vatican's high, sacred piles ?

Oh Queen of Cities ! who didst never bow,
Thy neck to yoke of servitude, — where now.
That glory, which in by-gone ages shone
Amid the Nations, round the Pontiff-throne I

Oh woe ! when kings to faith and conscience blind

Impose their godless laws upon mankind.
No longer Faith nor Justice can be found
And Altars, desecrated, strew the ground.

Hark ye ; the impious boastings of the crowd,
Who with their silly lore "puffed up" and proud,
Deny the Power Supreme of Nature's God,
And place instead Brute Nature's inert clod !

Senseless, they scorn the honor of mankind.
Vain shadows grasping in their shallow mind,

And with the beasts that grovel on the ground

The noble origin of man confound.

Alas ! how in its vortex, yawning wide,
In blind and powerless rage, whirls human pride
Oh all ye people, scattered thro' the lands
Keep well, thro'-out all time God's dread commands.

He only, is "The Life, the Truth, the Way"

Direct to Heaven : — He only can repay

To Mortals striving in "this vale of tears"
The vows and yearnings of the fleeting years.

Nuper sacratos ad cineres Petri
Turbas piorum sancta petentium
Is ipse duxit ; non inane
Auspicium pietas renascens.

lesv, futuri temporis arbiter,
Surgentis aevi cursibus annue ;
Virtute divina rebelles
Coge sequi meliora gentes.

Tu pacis almae semina provehe ;
Irae, tumultus, ballagua. tristia
Tandem residant: improbcrum
In tenebrosa age regna fraudes.

Mens una reges, te duce, temperet,
Tuis ut instent legibus obsequi :
Sitque unum Ovile et Pastor unus,
Una Fides moderetur orbem.

Cursum peregi, lustraque bis novcm,
Te dante, vixi. Tu cumulum adiice;
Fac, quaeso, ne incassum precantis
Vota tui recidant Leonis.

'Tis He who now to Peter's relic-shrine
The throngs of holy pilgrims doth incline

In prayer to visit— pledge of opening morn,

Of Faith reviving: — Piety reborn.

Oh Jesus ! ruler of the flowing tide

Of Future years. The course serenely guide

Of this New Century ; compel each erring land.
To better paths, by Thy divine command.

Oh cause to spring the seeds of joyful peace ;

Let wars, — dire angers, — tumults, — quickly cease.
The frauds of wicked men expos-ed lay
And itnto realms of darkness drive away.

Beneath Thy guidance, let all kings be led,
In Unity of thought : — Thy laws obeyed.

Let all the world within One Faith enrolled
Be by One Shepherd ruled, within One Fold.

I've run my course, — full eighteen lustres,— I
By Thee upheld,— Do Thou the Crown supplv.
Oh grant this final grace, that on Thy ear
May not be poured in vain. Thy Leo's Prayer.

LINES

ON THE DEATH OF THE MOST REV. TOBIAS KIRBY,

ARCHBISHOP OF EPHESUS,

RECTOR OF THE IRISH COLLEGE, ROME.

Latin by Rt. Rev. Dr. Mattel, Bishop o£ Nepi and S^tri.

Eia age sume lyram : sparsis flens Miisa capillis

Lugubres docto pollice carpe sonos.
Kirbyus, heu dolor, occubuit ! lam Kirbyus ille

Qui cars Hibemae gloria g«ntis erat !
Ille cui meritis belle redemita coruscis

Omabat niveas vitta Ephesina comas :
Kirbyus occubuit, ju-'enum quos patria Romam

Mittit ; cui dudum credita cura fuit.
Ipse quasi natos, patris complexus amore

Sacrum perdocL. mente docebat iter,
Doctrinae ac fontes animos haurire ciebat

Ut possent fortes bella movere Dei.
Quotque dedit patriae divine robore fretos

Qui modo propugnant Religionis opus !
Eia age sume lyram : sparsis flens Musa capillis

Lugubres docto pollice oipre sonos. ^

Heu quoties ille excepit te fronte benigna

Et jucunda tuae dona fuere lyrae!
Ad tua quam laetum praebebat carmina vultum

Saepius ac fudit laudis ab ore notas.
At nunc exanguis pallet frons ilia .screna !

Heu nunc humani conticet oris honos I
Ergo, age. sume lyram : sparsis flens Musa capillis

Lugubres docto pollice carpe sonos,
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TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING.

Strike thou, Melpomene, thy doleful lyre.
And with disordered tress and sad attire,

Sing our great Kirby's death in mournful tones ;

Kirby, whom Ireland as her glory owns !

Whose snowy locks, the Ephesian mitre bouml.

And thus a long life's merits worthy crowned.

Kirby, whose care had madt a loving home

For youths, whom Ireland long had sent to Rome ;

Guarded as chilmen with a father's love.

And led their souls to thoughts of Home above.

Ope'd Learnings Founts, that they might there assuage

Their thirsting minds, and strong God's battle wage.

How many strengthened thus he sent abroad.

To teach religion — do the work of God.

Strike then, O Muse, thy lyre with mouniful strain,

Soothe with thy funeral dirge our hearts' deep pain.
How oft, with joyful tune did'st thou beguile
His serious hours ; and win his pleasant smile.
How oft his glance beamed bright at thy sweet lays.
And from his lips thou called'st words of praise.
But, oh, that brow so bright, that noble mien.
Lie cold in death, pale, bloodless, but serene.
Then, strike thy Lyre : Strike once O .Muse again,
And sing his dirge in thy most solemn strain.
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OPERETTA

"THE GOLDEN JUBILEE'

PRESENTATION NUNS AT ST. JOHN'S

NEWFOUNDLAND

PERFORMED BY THE CHILDREN
OF THE SCHOOLS

On September 20th
1883

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Daughters of Terranova.

Spr.tes.

EUN.

tusanova.

avalomia.

Elnuxi.

Talila.

Shananditiii.J

Rev'd Mother in Galway

Sister Bernard, First Rev'd Mother in Newfoundland.

Sister Zavier.

Sister Zaveria.

Sister Magdalen, Afterwards Rev'd Mother Jubilarian,

Seagull. ^

Baccala.

Iceberg.

Whitecoat.

Cariboo.

OSHUNDA.

Nora, Servant to the Nuns.

Nuns, Sprites, Fairies, School Children, etc.

ACT I.

Scene I. — A wild sea-coast in Newfoundland. Time, 1784.
In rear of stage Terranova sits on a rock in melancholy attilud*.
Enter, skipping and singing. Seagull. Iceberg, Whitecoat, Bac-
cala, Cariboo, Osmunda, and number of smaller sprites.
All (in chorus) —

We are a joyful fairy band.

Bright and happy and gay ;
We scour the sea, and we roam the land,
And we hold the elements in our hand.

And we watch o'er night and day.

All stop in their dance and Seagull comes to the front and

stngs.
Seagull-

I am the wand'ring Seagull sprite

Of the white and downy wing ;

Around the coast by day and night

Ever I soar in endless flight,

And my loud sea-dirge I sing.

All dancing round ting Iht lail two lints.
All — Ever «he soars, ttc.

Baccala (omts to the front and sings.
Baccala —

The noble Baccala behold,

The Monarch of all the fish,
I dwell on the Banks so brave and bold,
But alas I by cruel Man I'm sold.

To make a Friday dish !

(All, as before] —

But alas! by cruel man he's sold, etc.
[All dance round as before; Whiteco.xt comes to front. |
Whiiecoat —

I am the little Whitecoat sprite,

I live on the cold ice-floe,
But my furry coat is so warm and white
When I wrap me up on a winter's night

I care not what winds may blow.

[All repeat as before; Cariboo comes to front.]
Cariboo —

I am the Cariboo, light and swift,

I fly o'er the boundless plain.
O'er the summer's grass, o ' the winter's drift.

Proudly my graceful ht..u I lift

And the huntsman's power disdain.

[All repeat as before.]

O.smunda-

I am the Royal Fern, fresh and green.

Blooming so bright and gay ;
On hillside and valley 1 may be seen
Decking the earth with my verdant sheen

All through the summer's d-, .

[All repeat as before.]

SlAOVLL —

Now away each one to her diatant home —

To the furtheit bounds nf the earth :
Some o'er the craggy hilli to roam,
And some to sport on the ocean's fr :i —

Let us (ing with joy and mirth.

[All rtpeal Iht lajl couplet and exeuni, dancing and singi»i
the refrain. As som as they have disappeared, orchestra com-
mences a solemn symphony; Tehranova looks up from her rev-
ery.\

Tebranova —

Have I but dreamt, or have I heard
The wailing scream of the lone sea-bird
That ever around my surge-swept rocks
The ceaseless ocean's murmuring mocks ?
[Rises and comes to front of stage.]
Eight hundred years, well nigh, have past
Since, scudding 'fore the northern blast,
■The hardy Norseman,' westward bounil
From Greenland's shore: — my isle first found.
Of Europe's sons the earliest he
To view this new-found countrie.
Unless the legend credence claim
Which tells of holy Brendan's name.
And how five hundred years before
With twelve good monks he sail-ed o'er
The unknown seas in search of rest.
And found this Island of the West" —
The Norseman saw my hillsides white.
And marvelled at the dazzling sight ;
And next he viewed my rocky strand
And gave the name of Helluland.'
But I from him no favour find ;
He went nor left a trace behind. —
Anon, five hundred years less three,'
Brave Cabot plows the western sea,
Through many a weary night and day
His vessel cleaves her western way.
On and still onward, till at last
The watchman high upon the mast
Beholds athwart the distant sky
A headland looming bold and high : —
"Ho! land ahead!" — the joyous shout:
Loud o'er the ocean's wave rings out ;
And still his ship speeds bravely on —

ii *",!?" f*"' °' G'ttl St. John—
H( niidet her uMy to the .horc
And itcpi upon the land once more ;
And Eiyland • banner there unfurled
And cl(imi for her the N wfound World !—
Now eaitwird o'er the rolling main
Brave C abot turni hii prow again
And kneeling unto Britain's King
Preienti hit noble offering—

ti.?^^"^"-''^'^-''^'^'^- »« "•"Khte.t gem
In England'! royal diadem I
A wurce of power and wt-alth untold,
More than Cathay's or India's gold.

The wa«s that wash her rock-itrewn shore
1 eem with a boundleu finny store

More wealthy than the silv'ry veins

The far Peruvian mine contains ■•

Alai ! but little valued he

This ancient loyal colony.

Again the western ocean priic

One hui dred yjars forgoi^n lies,'

And Spanish, French and Portugiiesc

Sail o'er and rob her teeming seas ;

And many a heai'land, cape and bay,

Retains unto the present day,

Though garbled now, the ancient name

That tells us whence th' explorer came.

Now forth from Alban's sainted aisle*

Of Glastonbury's Abbey pile

Proceeds a brave and noble band

To found a Church in Newfound Land.

In vam upon our shores they strive

The pristine glories to rev-ve

Of ancientVerulam. — In vain

The Christian sons oi Charlemagne'

Raise high the Cross on Creveccoeur

Above Placentia's placid shore.—

And 50 another century

In rtithless warfare passes by.

And France's power and England's might

Oft meet in dire and bloody fight.

And Terranova's limpid flood

Runs purple with their mingled blood !-

Dark epoch on our annals' oage !

Oh I shall this warfare ceaseless rage ?—

Shall Newfound Land for ever lie

A blur upon the western sky,

Unkn own, unpeopled and forgot ?—

*Fari^U3 exprcssicin of Lord Bacon.
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IBnttr EaiN, AoUmf tkamrock.]

ElIN—

D*«r Tcrranova, uy it not. —
Thotwh France'! lily never grew,
And Eii(l«nd'> row l»y withered too,
See 1 1 have brought the iweet tretoil
To take deep root within thy loil,
And from tt> humble leaf thall •pring
A mightier than the forett kingf-
Behold its leaflets spreading wide,
In cross-like arms on either side —
In triple form its leaves divide.
In single stem iu branches meet
Of tnune Godhead, emblem sweet!
From shore to shore its light shall spread
Its soothing power sweet peace shall shed.
Throughout all time thy ice-bound isle.
With Faith and Love and Hope shall smile.—
See hastrning o'er the ruffled main,
Come on apace the priestly train,"
Bearing aloft the badge of Faith,
Powerful to save from hurt and scathe.—
The Cross now planted firm and deep
Upon thy hills, its hold shall keep.
No more its virtue here shall fail ;
And on each hill and sloping vale
Shall Church and spire in beauty rise.
And graceful point f hem to the skies I

[Eimnl at different sides.]

Scene U.— Another place in Newfoundland. A church sfire
seen m the distance. Time, 1833. Enter Terranw-a.

Tehranova —

With gladness now my heart o'erflows.
Nor grief nor sorrow longer knows.—
Now fifty years have nigh past o'er
Since Erin visited my shore ;
And gliding o'er Atlantic's wave.
Bright promise to my Island gave.
And faithful to her word hath been.
For now on many a hillside green,
A graceful chapel may be seen.

[Poitits to church in distance. ]

And happy nay I rest ir.e now —

(Enter Avalonia, Elnuki, Talila and Shananditbi.]

AVALONIA— Not yet, dear Mother—

Tekranova— What say'st thou?

Avalonia —

Behold thy children, Mother sweet.
Who here come kneeling at thy feet.

[All kneel.]

We, too, observe yon graceful spire,

Which fills our hearts with Faith's strong (ire,—

But something more we yet desire,

Terranova —

Arise and speak,— and if in aught,
I can assist your ardent thought ;
In aught to help our native land.
Be sure ray aid you can command.

AVAr.ONIA —

Dear Mother, though by that sweet name
I love to call thee, and to claim
My birthright from thy rugged shore.
Yet have my parents voyaged o'er
From land beyond the eastern seas ; —
And oft' amid the summer's breeze,
Or sheltered from the wintry gale.
Have I been told the stirring tale.
I've heard that in the bygone day.
E'er tyrant laws held odious sway.
That Faith and Learning, hand in hand.
Walked nobly through my Father's land ;
And every hillside owned a shrine
Of Learning — human or divine.
Her Halls of Science homage claim
Throughout the world ;— unto her came
To take their share of Learning's least
E'en children from the knowing East,
And from her shores went forth afar
Like radiance from the Evening Star,
Men high of jnind, ol talent great.

To fill the walks of Church and State

In Europe's courts ; but soon, alas !

Those bright and glorious visions pass ;

And years of darkness and of woe

For many a century passing slow,

Bedim her page,— but even then

Were seen to rise great learned men.

'Gainst cruel laws and unjust might

They long maintain unequal fight ;

The lamp of Science tend and trim.

And keep from ever growing dim.

And so throughout those long, dark days

Though crushed full oft', its flickering fays

Burst forth again with fresh'ning fire.

Arising ever higher and higher.

And now. the day of trial o'er.

They seem to breathe in peace once more ;

For Truth, and Liberty, and Right,

Have conquered Wrong and pressing might.
The noble Tribune's' voice rings out
Throughout the land in deaf'ning shout !

Proclaiming— man must man let live, —

And wrings from shame, what Love should give !

Emancipation! — noble dower

Regained by Truth's triumphant power !—

Now mental freedon • ained at length.

Full soon displays its new-found strength —

Around the land in rapid flight

The torch of Learning spreads its light,

And pious women and learned men

Soon fill her schools and Halls again.

The Chief among this noble band.

See saintly Xano Nagi.f., stand,"'

Gath'ring unto her cloistered fold,—

As Bridget in the days of old,—

Young hearts in youth and beauty bright,

And strong in Learning's conquering might,

To train the pliant hearts of youth

In paths of modesty and truth.

Thus have I heard full many a day.

And now, dear Mother, thee I pray

That thou would'st o'er the ocean send.

And .bring to us the children's friend.—

The d-iughters of Nano's holv band.

To teach the youth of Newfoundland !—

Tebranova —

And who is she who fronts me now.
Of sable lock and tawny brow ?

Elnuki-

Dear Mother, I am the Micmac child,

I dwell by the lake in the forest wild ;

We have come from lone Acadie's desert strand"

To hunt in the woods of the Newfoundland ;

And though we belong to the savage tribe.

Whom the laws of the cultured world proscribr.

Yet we have heard of the saving Rood

From the lips of the Padliass," holy and good ;

And we join in our Sister's earnest request,

To bring us those ladiei »o holy and blest.

TF-RRANOVA-

And thou of form so stout and curt,
In wintry garments all begirt.
Thou seemest a child of the distant North,
Pray tell us thy tale ;— step boldly forth.

Talii.a —

R ^

Mother, I am the Eskimo,

We dwell 'midst the ice and the northern snow ;

And though less favoured our tribe has been,

Yet we, too, at times the good priest have seen,

Coming 'midst dangers by land and sea,

To offer his holy ministry.

And we, too, dear Mother, thee hiunbly crave.

To bring us the Sisters from over the wave.

Terranova-

And lastly, whom do I behold.

Of form so proud, and aspect bold.

And yet who stands so sad apart,

As though some sorrow weighed down her heart ?

Step forth, dear child, and let us know,

What mean those signs of grief and woe ?

Shanandithi-

O, tender Mother, pray have pity

On the lonely Shanandithi ;

Tn my brown and bronz-ed face

You behold the last sad trace

Of the lost Beothic race."

We have roamed the mountain-side ;

Bravely stemmed the torrent wide ;

Scoured the plains and barrens too,
Like the bounding Cariboo,
Ere the Norseman hither came,
These far western shores to claim.
Long, long centuries before
Cabot saw this rock-bound shore.
None our rights dare then dispute
O'er fish and fowl, and lordly brute. —
But ah ! how bitter was our lot,
The whiteman came, but brought us not
Light of Peace; or V'ord of Truth,
Pledge of Mercy, Love, or Ruth ; —
Ah, no ! but with a vengeful hate
Pursued us to our dismal fate !
And as we erst were wont pursue
The flying wolf or Cariboo,
So now before the fatal fire
Of deadly gun we swift retire.
And one by one our chieftains fall
As victims to the murderous ball ;
And hence the few who now remain
Where once our tribe held proud domain,
Like frightened wolves are flying o'er
To die on lonely Labrador."
And I, the last of all the tribe,
Secured by treachery and bribe ; —
Tom from my friends and native place.
Am shown as trophy of the chase !
Fain would I join the earnest prayer
Of my dear sisters standing there ;
But the sad lesson we've been taught
Forbids that we should hope for aught
Of friendship from the white man's hand
But death and ruin to our band.

Terra NOV A —

Ah, no! dear Shanandithi. no.

Again I say it is not so ; —

Those men whose cruel di'eds you name

Are but a stigma and a shame ;

They bring dishonor and disgrace

Unto their kindred and their race !

Think not the good «nd holy nuns

Are like those cruel-hearted ones;

With truth and joy and hope they'll conic.

To bring good tidings to each home ;

They cumc the harbingers of love.

Sent by the God of Peace above ;

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They come as messengers of One
Who died — not for a class alone —
Whose saving Blood was freely shed,
Not more for white man than for red. —
Therefore, dear children, I obey,
To Erin I will send straightway,
And bring to you the cloistered band,
To teach the youth of Newfoundland.

All (kneeling) —

Sweet Mother, let our deeds confess
The thanks our tongues can not express.

[Exeunt omnes except Terranova.]
Terra NOV A —

Now come, my sprities, come one and all,
Come hearken to your mother's call.

[Claps her hands. — Enter sprites, singing and skipping, as be-
fore: We are a joyful, etc.]

Terranova —

Come hither, come hither, thou Seagull sprite,

And plume thy downy wing so bright,

I have a message for thee to bring,

That will test the power of thy tireless wing.

(Seagull advances. Terranova hangs letter on her neck
byr^bon.]

Take this letter across the sea,

To Enn's evergreen countrie;

Biti her to search her cloistered shrines,

Where Faith's sweet light serenely shines,

For a few bright souls both good and brave,

Who fear not to cross the ocean's wave.

Seagull-

Joyful, dear mother. I obey,
On lightning wing I soar away.

(Exit.)

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Terra NOV A —

Come hither, thou fay of fantastic form.
Who bravest the shock of the northern storm.

( Iceberg advances.)

Go sail thee forth on the ocean's breast.
And compose the threat'ning billows to rest;
Let summer zephyrs gently guide
The freighted ship o'er the rippling tide.

Iceberg —

Joyful. <lear mother, I obey,

O'er ocean's bosom I float away.

sbe-

neck

(Exit.)

Terranova —

Come hither, thou noble Baccala.

(Baccala advances.)

Thou, too, must help to lend eclal
To our grand triumph : scour the deep.
And through its swelling .nirgcs sweep.
From Mexic's gulf to .Afric's coast:
Let not a moment now be lost.
Sunmion thy finny subjects all :
See they obey thy sovereign call. —
Say that we need their instant aid
To join our glorious cavalcade.

Baccala-

Joyful, dear mother, I obey.

Through ocean's .Icpths I speed awav.

(Exit.)
Terranova —

.\nd now, thou gentle \V itccoat fay.
(Whitecoat advances.)

Go speed to thine icy realm away ;
It is but meet th.if the Harp and Hood"
Should welcome the nuns so holy and good.
In the Harp their national badge portraved.
In the Hood, Religion's soothing shade.

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WmiECOAT —

Joyful, dear mother, I obey,
To my great ice-country I waddle away.

(Exit waddling)
Tekranova —

Now prithee, advance, thou swift Cariboo,
I've also a message, good fairy, for you ; —
Go fly o'er the plains, to the west, to the east,
And bring the glad tidings to bird and to beast.

Cariboo —

Joyful, sweet mother, I obey.

O'er woods and 'jarrens I bound away.

(Exit bounding.)
Terranova —

Now, graceful Csmunda, pray advance,
Thou, too, must join in the fairy dance ;
Go forth to the valleys and rippling streams.
Where the tall trees break the hot sun's beams ;
Gather the ferns and the flowerets gay,
And bid them put on their best array ;
See they appear in a beauteous band
To welcome the nuns to Newfoundland.

OSMt'NDA —

Joyful, dear mother, I obey.
To the cool woodlands I glide away.

{Exit gracefully.)
Terranova —

Now all is prepared, as well may 'x.
To welcome the nuns from over the sea.

(Exit.)

Curtain.

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A 1

ACT II.

Scene 1~A green hillside in Ireland. A convent in the dis-
tance. Erih, sealed on a bank. Enter Seaovll.)

Seagull —

Fair lady, to thy Em'rald home
With a message from over the sea I come,
From thy sister island in the west,
Where the sun sinks down at eve to rest.

(Presents letter. Erin reads. )

Erin (reading) —

Dear Sister Erin, Terranova

Sends tliee a friendly greeting over ; —

The little plant thou gavest to me

Has grown into a mighty tree ;

The light of Faith has spread its ray

O'er every harbour, cove, and bay

Throughout our land, and shines as bright,

And with as strong unquenching light,

As that wiiich in the days gone by

Made Erin's name stand proud and high. —

Again I send unto thy shore

Another favour to implore :

Please search around thy sainted Isle,

Where Faith and Virtue ever smile ; —

Each cloistered hall, each convent choir.

Where burns Religion's chastening fire ;

See canst thou find some virgins brave,

To venture o'er the distant wave.

To dedicate their work and time

In our unknown and rigid clime.

(Ceases reading.)

With joyful heart I will fulfil

My loving sister's earnest will ;

Nor need I search each choir and shrine

Of this dear sainted Isle of mine ;

For where the path of duty leads.

No child of mine coercion needs.

Now let us away to the nearest shrine

Where teaching and praying the nuns combine.

And soon shall we find true noble hearts

Full willing to go to these distant parts.

(Exeunt.)

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Scene II. — Interior of a convent choir. Solemn music heard
inside, and nuns singing or chanting. Nuns enter in procession,
singing "Ave Maris Stella." They kneel in their places. Or-
gan continues for short time, then ceases. Nuns stand. Enter
Erin and Seagull.

Erin —

'■ i

Hail daughters fair,

A message I bear
From a sister isle of the sea,

That will surely prove

If the spirit of Love
And Faith still dwells with ye.

That spirit that woke

When Patrick spoke,
And when Bridget in bygone days

Gathered Virgins fair

Round holy Kildare
To sing the Almighty's praise.

You know that afar

Where the evening star
Sinks down in the waters to rest,

Stands a land like our own

Em'rald isle, all atone,
'Midst the billows of ocean caressed.

You know that of old

My children bold
Were forced o'er the ocean to roam,

A fugitive band,

Whom a tyrant hand
Had driven from hearth and home.

And how, on the lone strand

Of the Nevfound Land,
They stopped in their westward course;

For they seemed to hear

My voice more near,
In the moan of the ocean hoarse :

And as oft as they heard

The wild sea-bird
Return on its weary flight.

It seemed to bring

On its snowy wing
Some memory cherished and bright.—

And they wept for me still

Like the sad Columkill,
As they heard the mournful roar

Of the ocean's wave

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In the deep sea-cave
Which had come from Erin's shore.

But no nuns were there

With motherly care,
To watch o'er infant years,

To guide the youth

In the paths of truth
And to share their joys and lean.

Whit more need I say ?

I come here to-day
For my sister isle to crave

For a few good nuns —

True-hearted ones —
To cross the western wave.

Rev. Mother —

Dear children all,

You hear this call ;
It seems like the voice of God ;

How many are here

VVho will volunteer
To sail so far abroad ?

All — Dear mother, /'// go.

Rev. Mother —

Thank God 'tis so ;
But I can not send you all —

I will choose a few

Brave spirits, and true.
To answer this noble call.

Let us kneel in prayer,

That God may declare
Who are the chosen band

Who are destined to share

'^he glorious care
Of the children of Newfoundland.

(All kneel in prayer, then sinn, accompanied by organ.)

Jesu pie, nunc digneris,
Tu qui bonus es et eris,
Indicarc qilas digneris,

Tanto dignas onere.
Vastun' mare transfretare.
Nomen Tuum transportare ;
Fidem Tuam Seminarc

Terrae Novae littore.

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Ave Marii pulchra Stella
Monstra quxnam sit puella
Quam nee vcntus ncc procella
Valet treinefacere

8 use a Deo sint electa:
t trans mare tuti vecta,
Filiarum corda recte
Noverint dirigere.

{AH arise.)

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Rev. Mother —

Now, dear children, I have heard
In my soul the hidden word,
God has shown unto my heart
The chosen for this noble part.
Thou who dost homage faithful vow.
To Clairvoix's sainted Abbot. — thou
Dear Sister Bernard," art to be
The leader of this company.

(SiSTEK Bernard stands out.)

You also, who the glorious name
Of India's great Apostle claim.

(Sisters Zavier and Zaveria stand out.)

Thou, Magdalen, so bright and wise,
Shalt join them in the great emprise."

(Sister Mago.\len stands out.)

Will you, then, be the noble band
To sail unto the Newfound Land ?

All Four-

O Mother ! by God's holy grace
We gladly do this work embrace
To thine, and our dear sisters' prayers.
We recommend our future cares.

(Exeunt in procession, singing Ave Maris, etc.)

Scene III. — A room in the convent. Nora with broom and
cloth busy dusting, etc. )

NoKA — Oh I glory be to GoJ ! an' what'> lhi> I hear at all at
all I Sure the dear ladies are guin' acrusi the lalt uy, thouiandi
an' thousands o' miles away to the Tiiolav an Ais'IK, the land o'
the fish. Sure, they'll be no time there till they're all et up be the
wolves an' the bears an'— an'— the ice-bugs, that I'hill. Uoolan was
tcllin' me about. Uh I wirra sthru I wirra sthru I

(littler Siller Magdalen. ;

Sister Maohalkn — Why, what's thi- matter, Nora? What
are you making such a noise about ?

Nora— Oh ! Missus Magdalen, is it thrue that ye're goin' to
that outlandish furrin place they calls Newfoundland?

Sister M. — Why, of course it is. What did we make our
solemn vows for. if it was not to obey the call of duty !

Nora — But, shure ma'am, ye don't mane to tell me the vows
lanes so heavy on ye as that, do ye?

Sister M. — Oh ! indeed they do, when we hear the voice of
God calling we must obey and go if necessary to the furthc!:t
bounds of the earth !

Nora.— Oh ! Miilla go dhoe Ualh Ahiernu! Surje, ye'll all be
sculped an' et alive be the wild beasts an' the Indians out there,
ma'am.

Sister M. — Oh, no, Nora, it's not at all as bad as you think.

Nora. — Oh ! don't ye tell me. ma'am ; sure, I knows all about

Sister M. — How do you know all about it ? Who tolu you ?
Nora— Why, Phill tould me, ma'am.
Sister M.—Phill ! Who's Phill?

Nora — Oh! he's that gossoon the Bishop brought over wid
him. Sure, he's out in Newfoundland fur the past tin vears, an'
he knows every bone in it. An' he tould me that the sea an' the
land is covered wid ice an' snow. An' there's great big bugs on
the ice as big as cows ! An' they'll ate every wan that comes near
them.

SiSTEK M -Bugs on the ice! Why, he's only trying to
frighten you. u's all nonsense.

ma'am, it'i at thrue a" ycr there. Icc-buK>,

NoiiA— Oh, I
he calk 'em.

SiSTU M. — Oh! I tuppoac you mean iccbcrgi!

Nora — Yei, ma'am, that's what I'm layin'— ice-buRs. An'
they're a> big a* cows, an' they havt no legs, but they can folly vc
ai quick a> a bird. An' some o' them haves a hood over I'leir heads
for all the world like a nun's veil. An' some o' them bevs playin'
the harf like a banshee. But ye can't trust 'em, for thcv re as sav-
age as a wild bull.

Sister M. — Well, .Vora, il'.s useless to make objections now.
All is ready for the voyage, the Bishop has secured a ship
at Waterford, and we leave in a few days by the coach for Dublin.

Nora — Well, ma'am, may the will o' God be done. Hut if
ye're ra'ally goin', then I'm goin', too, for what 'ud me life be here
idout ye after me twinty years' servin' in the convent !

Sister M.— That's right Xora ; I'm glad to see you have such
courage. And then, you know, Phill is coming tool

Nora (indignant) — Arrah ! what do I care about that omad-
hattnf

{Exeunt.)

Scene III. — The ocean,
singing in distance.

Oh ! quam magnus dcus maris,
Tempcstates dominaris
£t in altis indicaris
Potestate valida.

(Enter Baccala, Iceberg and Wiiitecoat.)

Baccala —

Now see them sail o'er the mighty main.

And o'er the swelling waves :

I've gathered all my finny train.

From the furthest bounds of my vast domain.

And my deepest ocean caves.

Vessel in distance. Nuns heard

Icebesc —

I have floated o'er the ocean's breast.
And have chid the billows strong.

I have set the tempests all to rest.

And have sunimoiici! tiie fjentlc breeze of the west
To waft the boat along.

WlllTECOAT —

Anil 1 have Katlicrnl my furry brocxi
I'rnm the icc-fiilils whiTc they rtani.

Walrus and llcdlanier, Harp and Hood.

To welcome the luins. .sn hrave and m roihI,
To their Newfound Island home!

(£j-fiin/. A'liiij heard sinniiig in dislaiuc. gradually af-
proaeluHn. Enter nuns, led hy h"»iN.)

E«1N —

Now launcheil upon the niif;hty diep,
May God in safe protection keq..
And may His anjfcl (]ahricl Ruard.
And night and day keep faithful ward.

Sister Bernard —

Keep heart, my chiklrcn, this sad day.
When from our sireland torn away
We bid farevvcll to Erin dear
Shall be the worst we have to bear.
Take one last Rlimpsc of thit loved shore.
Nor think of Home, or loved ones trnrc.
Turn westward, where the setting sun
To work and duty bids us on !
Behind all sadness let us fling ;
Come, sisters, let us hear you sing.

(Nuns sing "Though the Last Glimp.se of Erin." Ex-
eunt. Enter Nora. Moon begins to rise. )

Nora — Oh! »»o vroan, mo vroan! Sure, I'll never live to
the end o' this voyage, if there's ever goin' to be an end to it.
Here we are a fortnight out to say to-day, an' no sign o' land. I
don't believe there's any more land in it. An' oh ! the saysickncss !
For wan whole week I was prayin' the Lord might open the ship
an' let me go to bottom and bury me in the tomb of a shark.

(Enter Sister Magdalen.)

Nora— Oh! Missus Magdalen, o lamia, a lanna! what's goin'
to be the end of us ?

Sister M. — Why, what's the matter with you, Nora? What
are you making such a noise for? I'm quite ashamed of you.

Nora— Indeed ye have rason to, maam ; sure, I'm clanc

v.°:Jfr''Vh"""^'H '^'"J"'"' °' "«= wind an' the roari? o'lhe
waves, an the creakin' o' the ropes, an' the shoutin' o' the sailors.

h,„ rfT? ^''T^"' '' " quite calm and smooth now. See the

r^nt n ,h"" ° "" '"""' '^y '" *' «"^^' """i 'he moon just
rising in the east. •'

Oh I ^rnuri^^^ "°°," "T''-'. °° y" "" 'h^' 'he moon, ma'am ?
o,,riiHlh .1"""=' ''^^" 'H' '''"'' °' =• ™™ 'h'y haves in this
outlandish counthry ? 'T.s no bigger nor a thruppenny bit ! Sure,
ma am, the moon m Ireland is as big as the head of a herrin' bar-

T ir ^'^'^^^ M.— Go down to the cabin. Nora, and call the sisters.
Ic 1 them to come up and see the beautiful sunset and the rising
oi the full moon. *

(Exit Nora. Enter sisters.)

Sister M.— Oh, sisters, don't lose this charming view. The
sun has just dipped beneath the waves, leaving a glowing sky of
crimson and gold and sapphire; and see his last parting i^v
spreading a golden path across the waves to the distant Isle of the

Mother Bernard-How beautiful! I never before reahzed
!,„ '""Iheau'y of Moore's immortal song, "How dear to me the
hour when daylight dies." Dear Sister Zavier, will you please
sing It for us ? I do not think we could select any more beautiful
and appropriate vesper hymn.

(Organ outside flays prelude. Sister Zavier sings: How

i^J. t ""'<.""• ,!?r* '"'" '" '"'""""y '■» refet'tion of last tmi
Imesof each verse When song is finished a noise of sailors shout-
ing ts heard outside. Nora rushes in terrified.)

Nora (clapping her hands in terror)— Oh. may the Lord
have mercy on our sowls ! 'Tis all over wid us at last I Oh, Nyeav
iVirra, a waher laun na graustha: Holy Mother, protect us—

,„,^'A^^1! S"'y'''f. '" I'"'' '"■'•)-Nora, Nora, what's the mat-
ter.' Uon t be making a child of yourself.

Nora— Oh, holy Sisters, let me hould onto ye, fur v hen we
go down I wants to be near ye, for 'tis up ye'll be goin', I'm sup

Mother Bernari>-Now, don't be silly, Nora; there's noth-
ing the matter, I assure you.

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Nora— Oh, there
tellin' the Captain we\ !
'tis wracked an' lost w
is all covered with fog
never be able to find thi

•\, iin'.ivl, ma'am. Sure I hcerd a man
. on the i^>;t::':= - ' Newfoundland, an' sure
arc tiitirciv. "■ .' Phill told me the Banks
Lini Uie Cujitai i ud surely go asthrav, an'
uAf\: Oh.lu.ic! Oh, hone!

Mother B. — What nonsense, Nora! Why, there are hun-
dreds of fathoms of water over the l*anks, and there is not the
slightest fear. On the contrary, the men are delighted, for now
they know that by to-morrow evening we shall reach the land.
Listen to their joyful shouts and music of their national song,
"The Banks of Newfoundland." (Orchestra plays "The
Banks," etc.) Now, Sisters, let us go to our Cabin and return
thanks to God, who has brought us safe through all dangers.

(Exeunt Nuns. Moon continues to rise. J'cssel crosses
stage. Nuns heard singing inside:)

Tamdiu super undas vagre.
Tandem Terrrenovie Plagje,
Nobis adsunt. gratias age !
Elusa morte pallida.

Scene IV. — The seacoast of Newfoundland.
(Enter sprites, singing: "We are a joyful," etc.
singing as above, led by Erin.)

Enter nuns,

Cariboo —

Oh, welcome ! welcome ! noble band

Unto our rock-bound shore ;
I have sped like the wind from strand to strand
And spread the glad tidings throughout the land.

Now blest forever more.

Osmunda—

I, too, have gone to each verdant glade,

And over each hillside gay ;
Out in the sunshine, and down in the shade,
Wherever a flower its dwelling hath made.

And have bid them make welcome to-day.

(Exeunt sprites, singing as usual: "We are a joyful," etc.)

(Enter Terranova, followed by Avalonia, Elnuki, and
Taula.)

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Erin — (to Tekranova)

Dear Sister, once again I come
Lnlo thy distant island-home;
I brmg thee here a happy choir,
The object of thy lieart's desire;'
And may they ever trtilv prove
The harbingers of peace and love.

Terranova —

Thrice welcome here thou noble band,
All welcome to the Newfoundland-
1 promise that vou here shall find
Deep in my children's hearts enshrined.
A faith as bright and love as keen
As in your own sweet isle of green

Mother Bernard —

Dear child, our hearts with love rejoice
As now we hear thy welcome voice
And in thy words wc clearly trace '
The tones of our o.ni Keltic race.
,1,™ ;="tli. 'he love, the noble zeal.
Which thou displayest make us feel
As though we had not newlv past
The ocean's boundless bosom vast
And here upon this western shore'
We find us truly home once more
And all our lives henceforth we give
To this loved land where now we live •
And Faith and Learning shall extend '
Around its shores from end to end,
L ntil the new-found countrie.
The Ireland of the West 'shall be I

CURTAIN.

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ACT III.

Scene I.— Interior of school.
Enter Sister Zaveria and Nora.

Children at their lessons.

Sister Z.— Now, Nora, are you glad you came over with
us, now that you see the great work we have done among the
children?

Nora — Oh, may God he praised, ma'am ; sure 'tis wonderful
entirely, an' may the heavens be yccr bed. But I'm afeerd 'tis
too much eddicashun yc'rc given the craythers. Sure if ye goes
on this way their mammies won't know them by an' bv.

Sister Z.— On the contrary. Nora, the Reverend Mother says
we do not give half enough of time to the children, and that wc
must ask the liishop to let us increase the numlxr of sisters. The
four of us have to attend to all the household duties, besides
teaching in the schools, except what you do, poor old Nora. Only
for you wc should have starved long ago. (Dell rini;s.) Oh!
dear me. that is my bell ; I must run at once. .\ow. Nora, will
you please look to the children till I come back ? You have noth-
ing to do. you know, only to keep them quiet.

(E.rit Sister Zaveria.)

Nora— Troth an' it's come to a putty pass when poor Nora,
besides attindin' to the hens, an' the ducks, an' the geese, an' the
pigs, an' the cows, haves to look afthcr the childher. too. 'Tis
thrue for me. they're gettin' ton much schoolin'. and too many
nonsical airs into their lieads. Sure thev're sp'akin' so grand
you can't ondherstand 'em scarcely. 'Tis n'othin' but "^■cs. deah,"
^" "No, deah," (mimicfng) an' "Were ye to laust mauss on Sun-
day?" an' 'tis "Put yer tongue between vcr teeth, an' say 'Momma'
an' 'Poppa'! Faith, then, if I had the t'acliin' o' thim, 'it isn't sich
nonsinse I'd I'arn 'em, but somethin' that 'ud be useful.

(The children begin to get noisv. Nora, turning to-jiards
them)

"Come now. me babbies, whist ! I tell ye : let me hear ve say yeer
'.-\h be cee' "

(The children all rush out from their places shouting and
surrounding Nora, taking her by the shirts and pulling her
round l!u- room.)

Children— -Ah. Xora. Xora. let us have a ride on the hrnnm-

stick. give us a half holiday, let us go and feed the hens, etc., etc.

(In the middle of the confusion enter Reverend Mother.)

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Rev. Mother— What's all this noise? Children, children,
what are you doing? I'm shocked at your rudeness. Ami what
are you doing here, Nora ? Why are you not about your busi-
ness ? Now, chddren, go and play outside, .\nd vou, .Nora,
go and attend to your duties.

(All exeunt ruimin^ and shouting and clap/iins hands, etc.

Scene U.~The Convent Square, showing the Cathedral,
Schools, etc. Throne in centre, back. Time, jSSj.

{Enter Teukan*ov.\.)

Terra NOVA —

i\ow fifty years, 'midst hopes and fears.

And joys and sorrows have fled,
Since the noble band came to our land,

The light of Truth to shed.
\o cloistered walls, nor convent halls,

Were there for the brave good nun ;
But a humble bed, in a lowly shed,

At the sign of "The Rising Sun.""
.\uspicious name ! for thenceforth came

Religion's dawning light ;
Truth's brilliant sun, which still shines on

With splendor ever more bright.
And day after daj' its soothing ray

Went abroad o'er our sea-girt isle.
Till each humble hearth was exultant with mirth.

And beamed with a gladsome smile.
From shore to shore, 'mid the rich and the poor.

And out on the ocean's foam : —
And we felt God's love had come from above,

And blessed our island-home. —
And now we behold, rise graceful and bold,

In the erst uncultured waste"
A noble pile; with cloister and aisle,

All shaped in beauty and t?ste.
And the Convent-schools, where by holy rules

The hearts of the Children they guide.
And the mighty Dome, God's own blessed home,

Our island's boas* and pride!

(Nuns enter, singing.)

Ave Dies Jubilaei.
Amoris sancti, atque spei,
Triumphus nobilis fidei
Dies magni gaudii.

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hat
isi-
ra,

(MoTUKR MACDAi.iix siis on throne. Enter Avauixi \ bear-
ing crown of laurels, followed by Elnuki, Talila, Sjcaoull,
Iceberg, Uaccala, Carijkm), and Osmunda. Eri.\ enters and
stands on elevation behind throne.)

.Avalonia —

Dear Mother, on this glorious day
We crown thee with the verdant Bay.

{Places crown on her head.)

Eluvki— {presenting sceptre.)

I_ bring to thee the pledge of power,
Emblem of thy eternal dower.

Talila — {presenting water-lily.)

Spotless lily I present,
From the lake's smooth bosom rent;
Emblem of thy stainless life,
Pledge of guerdon from the strife.

Seaoull — {presenting feather.)

And I, sweet mother, to thee bring
A feather from my downy wing ;
Token of learning let it be,
And of thy tireless energy.

Iceberg — {presenting icicle.)

I bring pellucid icicle
From my highest pinnacle ;
Pointing to the heaven above.
Let it speak of hope and love.

B-vccala — {presenting coral.)

I, from ocean's lowest deep,
Where the sea-nymph:, calmly sleep,
Brilliant coral bring to thee,
Emblem of humility.

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VVllITECUAT— (/>rfmi/,H^ phial of oil.)

Wliilc from out my northern realm.
Where the ice-floes overwhelm ;
Other offering have I none,
Save this poor and simple one.
Oil in Altar lamp to shine,
Emblem of the I'aith divine !

Cabiboo — (presenting lichens.)

Lichens from the fir-tree's side,
Gathered as I swiftly glide,
Such my humble offering be.
Emblem of Fidelity.

OsMVKDA—ipresentiiig garland of ferns.)

Graceful frondlcts as T weave
A garland at tliy feet I leave ;
In their bright and living green,
Pledge of endless life is seen.

Mother JIagdalen — (.!tandi?ig. )

Aly children, words can not convey

The joy that fills my heart to-dayi

As ga'-hered 'round niy tlirone I see

All in joyful jubilee.

The fruit of fifty circling years

Of toil and labor, love and tears :

But there's one I sadly miss

On such glorious day as this :

No Bej)thuc child attends your throng.

Or mingles in your joyful song.

Terranova —

Oh sad. dear Mother, to relate.
The proud Beothuc's mournful fate:
Of that brave tribe, doth not remain
E'en one to join our jovous strain.
(Tableau. The spirit of Shanandithi appears.)

Shanandithi —

Alas! the tale is but too true,

Which my dear mother tells to you :

But though from earth we have been driven

By cruel man; to us is given
That place on earth denied— in Heaven
Deprived, indeed, of God's blessed sight
(For we have neer received Faith's light) ;
And though we walk not with the blest.
Yet we enjoy eternal rest.
And our pure spirits join to-day
In this, ; jur joyful jubil'lay.

(Spirit vaniihtt.)

TE DEUM BY ALL.
CURTAIN.

■■T.. .. .. X, NOTES.

„^J!\ I''" Norseman" .-(p. 97.) There is a tradition which is
nw S, 'm "* " »" ""'''"'''"■i historical fact, that in the ym loc^
tri'u' 'h=,N<"-s«nian, discovered Newfoundland.

Abbot o''r?™?,'!,'S"'7l''- »i:' °"' ."' "« ''S"""' 0' ">i> holy
«ll.? Z ..!,"" J''""^ '•"' sometime in the sixth century he
Str.l.t.l'"',!? r'^u""'" ""'"'" '"^ f°<"^ "=n ylandeTarre
!"u ,f*,' 'S' '»')'<'" "k mountaynes of stones."

tiJt^n S .hT'Rnfi ■^'"il^r «i''™ l"? l^' Norseman to one
«0Ms or flio^ I. "'""/"«' ''y ">«"'• " means land of large
::Moun,°a^S^is''on«.i; ""' "'"' "^"""""o" "'"• «'■ B™"-''
"Five hundred years less three":— (p. 07.) !• in the vnr 1.1m >h.
date of the discovery of Newfoundtand i/y the aCs ' *^' "^*

£Sr— ^'--'-M?.l^«^he"JSie^l

at rerryland, m 1622, He called his prov nee Avalon which was Ihi
SrATban,"'and°',ii'"l°"E"'^' "•'"."stood the crieb Jed Abbey 'of
was a fSure " '™" "' V""""™. This plantation

"The Christian Sons of Charlemagne" :— (0 08 ) Uo to ah™,( ,h.
year i;oi the French and English* contended for th/owneS Sf
serr?,^°V?b,r"^''^'i'l^ "T. 'ought over "a by ""d and

£^ ^?^ic[ish7d' b?S!;;'"s..tSfhe;of&l„^i'4s

vestige of this establishment Sow retnains " '™* ""

f'fol "Th^ wf V ^"'^"•rr.'"- ,""■> D^'=' O'Connell.

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■crou from Nova Scotia. Anciently in their language, called
Accadic.

(13) "The Padliau" :— (p. loa.) ihis is the Mic-Mac term for a prieit,
a soft way of pronouncing the French word patriarch*.

UJ> "Of the lost Beothuc race":— (p. I03.) The ancient red Indiana of
Newfoundland, of whom Shanandithi was the last survivor. She
was captured, with her mother and sister, in 1823. They were brought
to St. John's, but both died very soon. Shanandithi died in 183ft a
few years before the arrival 01 the nuns, but the anachronism of
introducing her into the drama is a poetical license that will easily
be pardoned.

U4) "To die on lonely Labrador": — (p. 103.) It is believed that the rem-
nant of the tribe fled to Labrador before the ruthless onslaughts of
the white men.

< i3> "I he Harp and the Hood": — (p. 105.) Si>ecies of teals. Bedlamcr is
a name given to a two-year-old seal. tVhitecoat to a newly whelped
cub.

(16) "Dear Sister Bernard": — (p. no.) The four nuns who first came to
Newfoundland were Sister Bernard Kirwan, who was made first
Siii)eriDrc!is. She died at Fermense on 37th February, 1857. aged 60
years. Sister Zavier Molony, who afterwards founded the Convent at
Harbor Main. She died in St. John's, 8th October, 1865, aged 85
years. Sister Zavier Lynch (known for distinction sake as Zaveria)
'lid .>5th November, 1882, at Harbor Grace. And Sister Magdalen
O'Shaughnessy, who atone survives* of this intrepid band of pioneers.

(17) "At the sign of the Rising Sun":— (p. 118.) When the nuni first
arrived, as there was no convent or school to receive them, they lived
for a time at the "Old Palace," and taught school in the back room
of a tavern bearing the significant signboard with the above title!

{18) "111 the erst uncultured waste":— (p. 118.) The spot on which the
Cathedral now stands was only a few years ago a wilderness, and is
still called by the old people "The Barrens."

*Mother Magdalen died in 1886 in her 95th year.

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