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SAINT  JOSEPH'S  COLLEGE 

TORONTO.      ONTARIO,     CANADA 


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VOL.  VIII. 


No.  1 


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CONTENTS   ON    PAGES    1    AND  2 


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St.  Joseph's  College  is  Affiliated  to  the  University  of  Toronto  Through  the 
Federated  College  of  8t,  Michael. 

St.  Joseph's  Curricula: 

1 — Collet, -J  Course  of  Four  Years — Classical,  Moderns,  English,  and  History, 
and  General  Courses,  leading  to  Degrees. 

2 — The  Collegiate  Course  (Upper,  Middle,  and  Lower  Schools),  in  which 
pupils  are  prepared  for  Honour  and  Pass  Matriculation,  for  Entrance 
to  Faculty  of  Education  and  Normal  School. 

3 — The  Acamedic  Course.  In  this  course  special  attention  is  paid  to  Modern 
Languages,  Music,  Expression,  Art,  and  Needlework.  In  this  Depart- 
ment students  are  prepared  for  Music  Examinations  (Instrumental 
and  Vocal)  at  the  University  of  Toronto  and  the  Toronto  College  of 
Music. 

4 — The  Commercial  Course  (Affiliated  to  the  Dominion  Business  College) 
prepares  students  for  Commercial  Certificates  and  for  Diplomas  in 
Stenography  and  Typewriting. 

5 — The  Preparatory  Course  includes  the  usual   Elementary   Subjects,   also 

French,  Drawing,  Plain  Sewing,  Physical  Culture,  and  Singing. 

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ten  minutes  from  the  Union  Station,  and  but  a  block  away 
form  St.  Michael's  Cathedral,  some  of  whose  priests  act  as  chap- 
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Capital  Paid  Up , 7,000,000 

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LT.-COL.  SIR  H.  MONTAGU  ALLAK,  C.V.O.,  President. 
E.  W.  BIiACEWELL,  Esq.,  Vice-President. 
THOS.    LONG,    Esq.  A.  J.  DAWES,  Esq.  A.   B.   EVANS,   Esq. 

F.    ORB   LEWIS,    Esq.  F.    HOWAED    WILSON,    Esq.  E.    F.    HEBDEN,    Esq. 

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CONTENTS 


St,  Antony  (Portrait)    ' 4 

Three  Legends  of  St.  Antony — Rev.  J.  B.  Dollard  5 

Humors  of  the  Book  Mart — Rev.  John  Talbot  Smith 7 

Sacrifice — J.    Corson   Miller    16 

Professor  Maurice  de  Wulf— Rev.  E.  J.  McCorkell,  C.S.B  17 

June — R.  Ferguson    20 

My  New  Faith— M.  L.  Judd 21 

The   Fairy   Dance    29 

Democratic  Education — Rev.  Dr.   Ryan    31 

Our  Lady  of  the  Lilies— Rev.  H.  F.  Blunt  42 

From  the  Chronicles  of  a  Religious  House   43 

Domine  Tu  Scis— Sr.  M.  Lacy,  O'.S.B 50 

Star  Fairies— E,   R.  Wilson    51 

The   Return— E.   R.   Cox    58 

History  and  Methods  of  the   Society  of  St.  Vincent   de 

Paul— L    C.   Ball    59 

Sermon  Delivered  at  Funeral  of  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier — 

Rev.   J.   Burke,   C.S.P 68 

A  Convalescent  Walk  to  St.  Joseph's  Shrine'— M.  S.  Pine  74 

Euripedes  in  English  Verse — C.  D.  Swan    76 

Joyce  Kilmer,  His  Life  and  Works — R.  Ferguson   82 

France— F.   B.  Fenton    85 

The    Storm— M.    Murphy    86 


2  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Officials  of  St.   Joseph's   College   Alumnae    89 

Alumnae    Items 90 

Community  Notes  95 

The  Elstones — a   Review    100 

College   Views    102 

St.  Joseph's  College  Department 103 

Editorial    103 

Violets— V.  Graham  • 106 

Lil'   Man— M.   MeCormiek    107 

Exchanges    108 

My  Kitten— M.   MeCormiek    109 

June — A.   Kormann    v 109 

Silas   Marner— M.   Coughlin    110 

The  Graduate— N.  McGuane   113 

Leal— M.  Powell  114 

College   Notes    120 

My  Baby  Sister — M.  Shoemaker   124 

Pen  Portraits— M.  MeCormiek,  M.  Noonan,  V.  Cash 125 

The   Answer — H.   Kernahan    127 

My  First  Loaf— M.  Kane    128 

Triolets  From  Form  III 130 

The  May  Procession — M.  Keenan   131 

June— M.    Mitchell    132 


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ST.  ANTONY. 


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VOL.  Vm.  TORONTO,  JUNE,  1919.  NO.  1. 


Sltree  ^tgrnhB  of  S>t.  Antony  of  Paibna 

(Written  for  the  Lilies). 
By  Rev.  James  B.  Dollakd,  Litt.D. 

I. 

The  Saint  and  the  Child  Jesus. 

St.  Antony  of  Padua,  one  day, 
A  guest,  retired  into  his  chamber,  where, 
He  soon  was  reading  from  a  book  of  prayer. 

His  host,  whom  Anthony  deemed  far  away, 

Spying  upon  him  by  his  door  did  stay, — 
And  Lo!  as  he  this  monstrous  freedom  took, 
He  saw  a  Child  stand  on  the  open  bo"ok — 

A  Child  Divine  Who  kissed  the  Saint  in  play! 

Oh,  Antony,  what  innocence  was  thine. 
What  purity  and  spotlessness  of  soul, 

That  Jesus  thus  His  heavens  did  resign, 
And,  to  be  with  thee,  from  His  angels  stole ! 

Would  that  such  holiness  of  soul  were  mine. 
Then  might  I  live  with  thee  while  ages  roll! 

II. 

The  Opening  of  the  Walls. 

At  Coimbra,  the  novice  who  was  called 
Fernando,  (which  name  afterwards  was  changed 
To  Antony),  was  sent  outside  the  church 
To  sweep  the  cloisters,  though  he  much  desired 
To  hear  the  Mass  that  was  being  chanted  then. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


With  heavy  heart  the  mandate  he  obeyed, 
Till  as  he  worked  he  heard  the  chimes  ring  out 
The  Ctonsecration.     Straightway  he  knelt  down 
Adoring  Christ,  when  lo,  a  miracle ! 
The  massive  walls,  torn  by  the  hands  of  Grod, 
Parted  like  rended   curtain,   and  his   eyes 
Beheld  the  priest  raising  the  Sacred  Host, — 
Heaven's  privilege  to  him  who  loved  the  Mass! 

m. 

The  Sermon  to  the  Fishes. 

At  Eimini  St.  Anthony  did  preach 

God's  gospel  many  days  without  effect, 

For  heretics  were  there  so  hard  of  heart, 

That  they  but  mocked  his  words  and  turned  away! 

Then  spoke  the  Saint  untio  these  wicked  ones: 

''Since  that  you  show  yourselves  unworthy  all 

To  hear  His  Word, — behold  I  turn  and  preach 

Unto  the  fishes,  that  your  unbelief, 

They,  listening,  may  put  to  utter  shame!" 

Then  Antony  approached  the  sedgy  bank 

Of  the  Mareechia,  and  began  to  speak 

With  fervour  to  its  finny  denizens ! 

He  told  them  of  Ood's  goodness  to  themselves 

In  their  creation,  making  them  so  free. 

And  giving  them  the  crystal  wave  for  home ; 

And,  as  he  spake,  the  fishes  in  great  shoals 

Assembled,  lifting  up  their  little  heads. 

Opening  their  mouths,  and  gazing  on  the  Saint 

With  deep  attention !     Nor  would  they  depart 

After  the  sermon's  close,  till  Antony 

Blessed  them  and  sent  them  on  their  joyful  wavai 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Humors  of  the  Book  Mart 

By  Rev.  John  Talbot  Smith,  LL.D. 

/"^NCE  upon  a  time  lovers  of  reading  loitered  and  lounged 
\3^  in  the  book  mart  as  if  it  were  the  anteroom  of  another 
world.  Therein  silence  and  deoorum  reigned,  and  splen- 
dour was  masked  by  simiple  bindings,  which  held  the  music  of 
master  minds,  music  from  ethereal  spheres,  locked  and  sealed 
to  all  but  the  initiated  and  illumined.  Now  the  book  mart 
differs  from  Fulton  market  only  in  the  matter  of  smells.  Its 
wares  are  set  forth  with  loud-resounding  words,  uproar,  rat- 
tling -of  monies,  cries  of  rage  and  madness,  and  the  best  seller 
has  the  best  place  and  the  loudest  trumpets,  even  if  it  smells 
like  decadent  fish.  The  book-lover  goes  thither  to  laugh  at  the 
ways  of  the  world.  The  traflSc  in  flesh  is  odorous,  the  traffic 
in  souls  is  devilish,  but  the  traffic  in  books  is  laughable.  Com- 
mercialism is  laudable,  dealing  with  supplies  of  food  and  other 
necessities;  dealing  in  literature,  it  becomes  either  monstrous 
or  burlesque.  Formerly  the  author  wrote  what  his  thought 
suggested,  the  publisher  presented  it  to  the  public,  and  the 
public  read  and  rejoiced  or  lamented.  Criticism  passed  judg- 
ment on  the  book,  the  author,  the  publisher,  and  the  public, 
and  held  high  the  standards  of  culture  and  of  taste.  All  that 
has  nearly  passed.  The  publishers  now  decide  what  kind  of 
books  their  particular  trade  demands,  and  constrain  the  au- 
thors to  write  them ;  if  these  have  made  a  hit  previously,  they 
must  write  in  the  same  style  upon  a  cognate  theme  with  the 
same  method  and  almost  similar  incidents ;  the  reviews  and  the 
reviewers  are  tipped  off  what  and  how  much  to  say,  according 
to  the  advertising  received  from  the  publishers;  the  book- 
stores, or  the  book  agencies,  are  directed  how  to  display  books 
to  purchasers,  and  the  news  agencies  order  their  wares  display- 
ed or  concealed  according  to  the  rate  they  wring  from  the  pub- 
lishers. It  is  all  very  much  like  the  grocery  business.  There- 
fore, the  book  mart  is  now  a  place  for  laughter. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Here,  for  example,  is  the  spring  book  supplement  of  the 
New  York  Times,  with  brief  descriptions  and  much  advertising 
of  two  hundred  new  books.    More  than  half  the  twenty-eight 
pages  are  devoted  to  advertisements,  and  more  than  half  of 
the  book  notices  are  mere  "puffs"  of  the  various  wares.  Among 
the  two  hundred  books  scarcely  ten  are  worth  reading,  except 
as  entertainment  of  a  cheap  kind.    But  the  Times  made  some 
money  on  the  supplement,  the  publishers  hope  to  make  some 
money  on  the  books,  the  authors  will  share  in  the  profits,  and 
the  critics  or  reviewers  or  "boosters,"  as  they  are  properly 
called,  are  already  paid  for  their  kindly  la'bours.    The  public 
alone  suffers  from  the  publicity  of  the  Times.     It  buys  the 
books  and  wastes  time  in  reading  them.     In  order  to  induce 
the  pu'blic  to  read  its  supplement  the  Times  prints  an  intro- 
duction which  gravely  informs  us  that  there  is  a  return  to  the 
normal  literary  product  before  the  war,  and  regrets  that  books 
of  poetry  are  rather  rare.    After  this  profound  utterance  one 
is  quite  prepared  for  the  banality  of  the  succeeding  twenty- 
seven  pages.    A  resounding  title  is  The  New  Era  in  American 
Poetry  by  Mr.  Louis  Untermeyer,  printed  'by  Henry  Holt  &  Co. 
at  the  modest  price  of  $2.50.    Of  this  essay  the  Times  "booster" 
says  rather   cautiously:     "Is   American   poetry   still   merely 
English  verse  that  happens  to  be  written  in  the  United  States? 
What  marks  the  sharp  line  of  cleavage  between  the  original 
New  England   group   and  the  more   original  new  American 
ones?    What  have  Frost,  Landburg,  Robinson,  and  Amy  Lowell 
in  common?    These  are  a  few  of  the  questions  that  the  author 
has  attempted  to  answer.    A  summary  of  the  leading    'move- 
ments'   in  American  poetry  since  Whitman  is  given."     Then 
the  booster  fled  into  the  dark!    But  could  anything  be  more 
delicious  than  the  "boost,"  except  the  author  and  his  book? 
Tn  the  sweet  repose  which  has  foll^owed  the  uproar  of  war  na- 
turally almost  any  question  would  be  worth  discussing,  for  the 
sake  of  hearing  your  own  voice  on  mere  trifles.    I  have  heard 
ladies  discussing  the  price  of  a  stuff  called  crim  and  denounc- 
ing the  exortbitant  prices;  it  has  even  been  ray  happy  lot  to 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  9 

hear  grave  discussions  in  Yiddish  on  the  high  price  of  food; 
but  never  has  it  fallen  to  me  in  a  long  experience  to  hear  or 
read  a  discussion  on  the  sharp  line  of  cleavage  above  men- 
tioned, or  on  the  writers  mentioned,  or  on  the  movements 
in  American  poetry  since  Whitman.  Because  there  happens 
to  be  no  line  of  cleavage  between  earlier  and  later  American 
poetry,  except  the  line  which  marks  off  mere  verse  from  true 
poetry.  Because  also  there  have  been  no  movements  since 
Whitman.  There  have  been  wrigglings,  of  course,  and  once 
or  twice  there  may  have  been  a  ripple.  Whitman  was  a  ripple. 
All  the  rest  have  been  wrigglers.  America  has  only  one  great 
poet,  and  his  name  is  Longfellow.  The  others  have  yet  to 
prove  their  title.  The  names  employed  suggest  nothing  but 
verbiage,  and  Amy  Lowell  can  beat  James  Gibbons  Huneker 
to  a  frazzle  on  verbiage  any  day.  Daniel  O'Connell  silenced 
a  termagant  ^by  flinging  at  her  geometrical  terms;  a  column 
from  Lowell  or  Huneker  would  have  made  the  orator  and  the 
termagant  dum'b  forever. 

The  wonder  is,  how  do  such  books  get  into  print  at  such  a 
price  and  with  the  Holt  imprint?  Is  it  the  promise  of  a  new 
era  in  American  poetry  ?  I  confess  that  any  reputable  literary 
prophet  could  sell  me  his  book  of  phophecy  on  that  rainbow. 
A  new  era  when  the  old  one  has  not  begun  would  surely  be  a 
portent  worth  $2.50  a  volume !  All  our  poets  are  of  the  minor 
chord,  for  which  I  have  admiration  and  respect.  Out  of  a  mil 
lion  minor  poets  we  get  one  day  the  great  bard,  and  without 
them  we  do  not  get  him.  Their  achievement  is  to  prepare  the 
way  for  him,  and  it  is  no  small  achievement.  If  Mr,  Unter- 
meyer  had  only  discussed  a  new  era  in  minor  poetry,  and  the 
feasibility  of  exterminating  Amy  Lowell,  the  free  versifiers,  and 
other  poets  of  poetry,  he  would  have  done  the  state  some 
service.  (Put  the  American  emphasis  on  some,  not  the  Shake- 
spearian), i  ■  \P  ':  '^WiM 
But  the  essayist  does  none  of  these  things,  writing  straight 
on  of  questions  that  do  not  exist  outside  of  his  own  mind,  and 
of  versifiers  that  are  not  worth  while.     The  market  is  full  of 


10  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

this  stuff.  Already  the  discussion  about  the  proper  valuation 
of  the  Victorian  Age  has  begun,  and  the  pulblishers  and  press 
agents  who  started  it  are  getting  ready  the  books  of  authors, 
who  may  again  become  popular  in  the  book  mart.  The  wonder 
stories  of  Poe  are  selling  in  subscription  form,  the  writer  called 
0.  Henry  has  a  syndicate  behind  his  books  to  persuade  the 
reading  world  of  his  genius,  in  his  wake  follow  the  writers 
of  detective  stories,  backed  by  quotations  from  Theodore 
Roosevelt  and  President  Wilson,  and  so  cleverly  is  the  scheme 
carried  out  that  the  most  acute  are  deceived  by  its  naturalness. 
I  find  myself  occasionally  resisting  the  temptation  to  take  up 
Jack  London,  Mark  Twain,  0.  Henry  and  others  of  the  same 
ilk,  and  give  them  another  chance  to  prove  their  value.  Evi- 
dently considerable  money  must  be  made  in  this  business,  so 
much  has  been  invested  in  it  beforehand.  If  Louis  Unter- 
meyer  had  analyzed  the  new  era  in  American  "boosting,"  his 
talent  for  making  much  out  of  nothing  in  particular  would 
have  'been  better  displayed. 

While  his  book  receives  a  genteel  but  ambiguous  notice  from 
the  reviewer,  the  books  of  Ralph  Adams  Cram  get  no  attention 
whatever,  although  his  publishers  have  advertised  in  the  Times 
supplement.  And  it  may  be  said  without  undue  fervor  that 
the  essays  of  Mr.  Cram  are  worth  the  entire  two  hundred  books 
in  the  Times  review.  Ralph  Adams  is  a  Boston  architect  and 
engineer  who  has  made  a  deep  study  of  Gothic  architecture 
and  of  its  modern  successors,  and  printed  his  studies  in  vari- 
ous books  of  small  size,  but  of  tremendous  interest.  His  books 
have  the  usual  technical  value,  but  in  addition,  since  he  speaks 
the  whole  thought  in  his  mind  when  discoursing  on  the  arts, 
his  opinions  on  the  Mediaeval  Age  are  so  fine  and  so  startling, 
also  so  scathing  for  our  sloppy  times,  that  Catholics  will  enjoy 
his  essays  immensely.  He  considers  the  Middle  Ages  the  most 
glorious  and  perfect  product  of  true  civilization;  in  contrast 
with  them  the  age  of  Luther  and  Henry  VIII.  and  Voltaire  is 
petty  and  mean;  its  education  has  been  the  most  elaborate 
and  expensive  in  history  and  yet  it  has  failed  because  it  could 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  11 

not  develop  character.  While  other  ages,  even  in  their  ruin, 
handed  on  a  spark  of  the  divine  fire  of  art  to  relight  the  altar 
flame  in  the  next  cycle,  this  age  has  not  even  a  spark  to  hand 
on.  His  dignified  and  academic  way  of  skinning  the  modern 
enemy  of  true  culture  rejoices  the  weary  Christian  pilgrim, 
staggering  along  under  the  burden  of  moidern  persiflage  and 
camouflage  called  artistic  opinion  by  the  literari  and  'bunk-and- 
punk'  by  the  man  in  the  street.  Let  every  reader  and  every  li- 
brary invest  in  the  essays  of  Ralph  Adams  Cram,  published  by 
the  Marshall  Jones  Company  of  Boston.  Maurice  Francis  Egan 
appears  in  the  book  mart  with  his  "Ten  Years  Near  the  Ger- 
man Frontier,"  and  this  'book  will  be  worth  while  in  many 
respects.  For  a  decade  the  author  was  the  American  Minister 
to  Denmark  and  had  a  clear  view  of  what  was  going  on  in  the 
European  world  previous  to  the  recent  war.  Moreover,  as  a 
journalist  and  a  novelist  he  knows  the  art  of  telling  things  well. 
It  is  to  be  hoped  that  Mr.  Egan  will  once  more  take  up  his  liter- 
ary work  and  crown  the  promise  of  his  maturity  with  splendid 
things.  And  I  may  as  well  say  a  good  word  for  John  Gals- 
worthy and  John  Ayscough,  two  English  writers  now  lectur- 
ing in  this  country,  whose  books  are  listed  in  the 
supplement.  Of  Galsworthy's  book  of  essays  the  re- 
viewer notes  their  timeliness,  as  dealing  with  problems 
of  reconstruction  and  future  relations  between  Britain 
and  America ;  but  a  better  thing  than  their  timeliness  is  the 
sweet  reasonableness  of  John  and  the  delicate  style  of  his 
English.  Nothing  is  said  about  John  Ayscough,  except  what  is 
printed  by  his  publisher ;  but  his  Letters  to  his  Mother,  a  chap- 
lain's  letters  from  the  front  in  the  recent  war,  filled  with  won- 
derful descriptions  of  personages  and  events  and  scenes,  are 
bound  to  be  interesting,  and  the  style  is  as  good  as  Galworthy's. 
Ayscough  is  a  priest,  all  his  life  a  British  chaplain,  known 
to  his  neighbours  as  Rt.  Rev.  Mgr.  Biokerstaffe-Drew,  and  to 
Catholics  as  the  author  of  San  Celestino  and  Marotz. 

The  section  of  the  book  mart  devoted  to  the  novel  has  more 
laughs  than  books  for  those  who  have  followed  the  stream 
of  fiction  into  its  development  as  a  Niagara  of  wild  entertain- 


12  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

ment  and  uproarious  propaganda.  One  cannot  open  a  journal 
in  New  York  just  now  without  encountering  the  gorgeous  name 
of  Vicente  Blanco  Ibanez  and  his  novel  of  "The  Four  Horse- 
men of  the  Apocalypse,"  which  has  been  so  great  a  success 
that  four  more  novels  have  been  translated  and  are  now  on 
the  market.  William  Dean  Howells  is  quoted  as  calling  the 
Four  Horsemen  a  masterpiece;  the  critic  or  "booster"  of  the 
Tribune  clamours  that  "the  impassioned  elan  of  the  Toreador's 
song,  Toreador,  attente !  sweeps  through  every  chapter,  with 
the  dust  and  blood  of  the  arena  and  the  roar  of  the  acclaim- 
ing multitudes,"  trumpeting  another  novel  called  Blood  and 
Sand;  while  the  ecstatic  praise  of  the  publishers  almost  burns 
the  page.  Thus  allured  by  Howells  and  the  reviewers,  I  in- 
vested my  spare  cash  and  time  in  The  Four  Horsemen,  only  to 
discover  my  sinful  waste  of  both.  The  best  thing  about  the 
book  is  the  title,  which  has  no  relation  whatever  to  the  story. 
It  is  a  story  of  the  recent  war,  with  that  group  of  seedy 
characters  peculiar  to  the  materialists  and  the  sensualists,  dis- 
played in  a  style  which,  essays  the  lofty  and  the  spiritual,  but 
attains  only  gimcrackery.  As  entertainment  it  is  useless,  as  a 
picture  of  the  war  it  is  worthless,  as  an  illustration  of  artistic 
power  and  expression  it  is  mediocre.  Moreover  Ibanez  is 
clearly  a  materialist,  or  an  "ist"  of  some  sort,  a  fact  which 
intrudes  painfully  on  his  purely  artistic  work.  Materialism 
and  artistry  do  not  go  well  together.  A  Spaniard  cannot  write 
a  French  story,  particularly  of  the  recent  war.  That  must  be 
done  by  a  Frenchman  and  a  Catholic,  who  has  the  vision  which 
embraces  the  entire  French  scene.  To  Ibanez  and  others  of  the 
Ist  stripe,  the  French  situation  is  merely  an  episode  in 
France's  relations  with  Germany;  whereas  to  Bazin  it  is  part 
of  the  price  to  be  paid  by  the  French  for  their  desertion  of 
Christ,  part  of  the  expiation  of  their  political  apostasy,  one 
more  station  on  their  dolorous  return  to  faith  and  sanity.  France 
is  the  actu^il  battleground  of  Christianity  versus  Neo-Paganism. 
The  Revolution  of  '89  struck  the  first  blow,  Clemenceau  struck 
the  last  blow,  and  the  first  blow  in  return  is  this  present  des- 
truction of  France.     Others  coming  are  its  diminishing  popu- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  13 

lation,  its  lost  prestige,  its  inferiority  to  Germany  and  its  de- 
pendence on  Great  Britain.  In  a  few  years  France  will  no 
longer  be  one  of  the  so-called  great  powers.  Of  course  Ibanez 
cannot  see  these  incidents  at  all.  Very  few  care  to  see  them, 
but  no  novel  can  treat  of  France  in  the  war  without  recogniz- 
ing them,  and  accounting  for  them.  Hence,  The  Four  Horse- 
men of  the  Apocalypse  is  a  flat  failure  from  any  angle.  Never- 
theless it  will  sell,  the  critics  will  write  rhapsodies  on  it,  and 
Ibanez  may  get  a  vogue  and  a  fortune. 

Someone  is  'blowing  hard  through  a  trumpet  in  the  hope 
of  reviving  the  vogue  of  Henry  James.  It  will  take  a  long 
time  to  decide  ju,st  what  Henry  James  was  worth  to  litera- 
ture, and  the  end  of  that  period  may  find  him  in  the  sad 
dustheap  of  time.  An  American  who  became  an  Englishman, 
and  yet  could  no  more  become  an  Englishman  than  Balfour 
could  become  an  American,  he  was  so  backed  by  the  British 
press  propaganda  as  to  become  a  power  in  the  world  of  letters, 
independently  of  his  artistic  qualities.  This  plain  statement 
gets  immediate  support  from  the  review  in  the  Times  supple- 
ment of  a  volume  of  short  stories  written  by  James  at  the  be- 
ginning of  his  career.  They  cannot  be  of  any  value,  but  the 
reviewer  is  well  trained  and  he  plays  the  following  delightful 
fantasy  on  his  little  trumpet :  ' '  While  these  tales  look  pale  in 
the  strong  light  of  the  twentieth  century,  the  pallor  of  Henry 
James  is  more  impressive  than  the  red  blood  of  some  of  his 
contemporaries !  The  first  articulations  of  genius  are  dear  to 
ail  who  believe  that  genius  is  the  most  precious  thing  in  the 
world!  One  of  America's  foremost  literary  artists!  Analysis 
worthy  of  his  master,  the  flawless  Turgeney!  The  profound- 
est  depths  of  passion  sounded  with  a  reverence  foreign  to 
present  writers !  "Wholesome  and  sincere  patriotism,  devotion  to 
America,  his  one  sure  characteristic !  The  publication  of  these 
tales  marks  an  important  addition  to  American  literaturer!  An 
inspired  genius  and  conscientious  artist,  who  gave  his  best  to 
every  page  he  wrote  ! ' '  This  may  playfully  'be  called  inspired 
"bunk,"  but  it  is  the  usual  jargon  of  the  hireling  reviewers, 
and  fits  any  writer  with  a  few  changes. 


14  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  the  writings  and  the  life  of  Henry- 
James  are  something  of  a  joke  to  the  people  on  the  inside  of 
things,  but  the  publishers  still  hape  to  make  money  on  his 
books  after  their  trumpeting  has  started  his  vogue  once  more. 
As  great  writers  no  longer  exist,  and  if  they  did,  would  be  no 
more  popular  than  they  ever  were,  the  publishers  have  adopted 
the  trick  of  presenting  the  author  of  each  best  seller  to  the 
world  as  a  new  kind  of  prophet.  Galsworthy  is  writing  essays 
and  lecturing,  Conan  Doyle  is  investigating  the  next  world 
and  writing  about  it,  and  so  on  down  a  long  list.  The  literary 
mart  has  at  last  reached  the  goal  of  commercialism;  it  is  a 
fish  market.  I  think  the  time  is  near,  perhaps  it  is  at  the  door, 
when  writing  that  will  make  literature  will  have  to  be  printed 
by  the  author,  who  will  sell  it  from  door  to  door.  The  middle- 
man in  music,  ibooks,  art,  poetry  and  drama  will  look  at  nothing 
which  does  not  hold  the  promise  of  a  fortune.  The  writers 
and  other  artists  are  working  for  the  middlemen,  not  for  the 
public,  not  for  artistic  expression,  simply  for  instant  success. 
This  is  why  the  Times  literary  supplement  is  so  ridiculous, 
superfluous,  and  delightful  as  burlesque. 

A  coming  name  in  wild  fiction  is  Arthur  Somers  Roche, 
whom  many  will  welcome  into  the  field  as  his  father's  son, 
James  Jeffrey  Roche,  former  editor  of  the  Boston  Pilot,  a 
genial  wit,  and  companion  of  Boyle  O'Reilly.  He  has  adopted 
the  methods  of  Wilkie  Collins  and  Dumas  Fils,  and  is  turning 
out  stories  so  regularly  that  few  readers  can  escape  him.  The 
market  for  fiction  is  very  strong.  Never  has  there  been  such 
a  demand  for  frivolous  reading.  It  is  no  longer  the  sloppy 
stuff  of  fifty  years  ago,  which  writers  turned  out  as  they 
sawed  wood.  There  are  innumerable  fiction-readers  who  know 
the  obvious  and  avoid  the  commonplace.  The  plots  must  be 
strong,  the  characters  distinct  and  elegant,  the  incidents  ex- 
travagant, the  atmosphere  brilliant,  yet  so  presented  that  every- 
thing seems  ordinary  and  human  and  explicable.  Roche  has 
the  recipe  for  this  tale  to  perfection,  he  has  become  popular, 
and  will  some  day  succeed  to  the  income  of  Jack  London.  If 
he  can  get  into  some  movement  for  the  improvement  of  Pata- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  15 

gonia,  and  stump  the  country  for  it,  his  career  will  be  assured. 
The  booming  of  Mark  Twain  has  never  ceased  for  two  decades. 
A  syndicate  seems  to  have  charge  of  his  books,  for  their  trum- 
peting follows  the  rising  sun,  and  seems  ever  to  be  just  be- 
ginning. Once  upon  a  time  Mark  had  the  happy  idea  to  write 
a  burlesque  on  Joan  of  Arc,  for  he  was  just  that  kind  of  an 
ignoramus.  However,  he  had  to  read  her  history  first.  Then 
a  miracle  happened.  He  fell  in  love  with  that  wonderful  storj) 
and  wrote  a  genuine  romance  of  the  Maid  of  Domremy.  The 
publishers  have  just  issued  a  new  edition  with  the  new  title. 
St.  Joan  of  Arc,  and  thus  the  Mississippi  vulgarian  has  to  his 
credit  the  best  story  on  the  Maid  now  in  the  market,  vivid, 
substantial,  honest,  and  beautiful,  an  honourable  contrast  to 
the  work  of  Anatole  France.  It  is  likely  the  uproar  and  con- 
fusion of  the  commercial  book  mart  will  bring  about  in  time 
the  separation  of  the  educational,  scientific  and  literary  sec- 
tions from  the  others.  In  its  present  state  the  book  mart  con- 
fuses the  trivial  with  the  true,  makes  more  money  on  the 
froth  than  the  substance,  gives  the  useless  all  attention  and 
the  useful  none,  and  thus  mixes  up  values  in  the  mind  of  the 
public.  The  Times  supplement  is  a  good  illustration  of  vicious 
conditions.  Its  relation  to  literature  is  precisely  that  of  any 
grocer's.  Its  critical  utterances  are  banal,  but  harmful,  be- 
cause the  honest  reader  is  deceived.  The  more  serious  book 
reviews  are  a  shade  better,  but  jargon  is  so  large  a  part  of 
their  expression  that  one  doubts  their  editorial  knowledge  and 
sincerity.  In  their  pages  no  Catholic  book  is  ever  noticed, 
unless  the  conditions  are  peculiar ;  and  usually  the  notices  are 
very  poor,  even  when  o>btained  through  influence.  It  is  worthy 
of  note  that  Catholic  reviews  of  'books  are  somewhat  tainted 
with  the  prevailing  poisons;  such  as  too  much  praise,  jargon, 
indirect  lying,  and  unwarranted  poetic  allusion.  There  is 
some  excuse  for  their  extravagance,  since  Catholic  writers  are 
not  many  and  not  eminent  in  this  country,  and  need  high 
coloring  to  attract  attention ;  but  the  indiscriminate  and  taste- 
less use  of  the  trumpet  has  a  nastier  effect  upon  the  decorous 
Catholic  air  than  the  Times  calliope  in  the  book  mart. 


16   ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

By   J,    COBSON   JVIlLLEE. 

Sing  not  to  me  of  earthly  power, 

For  winds  make  sport  icf  the  dust  of  kings ; 

In  many  an  immemorial  hour 

Men  fought  and  bled  for  trivial  things. 

Sing  me  the  prayer  that  lifts  from  some  white  heart 
As  Earth's  immortal  part. 

For  deeds  that  live  to  gain  reward, 

And  dreams  that  barter  Love  for  Fame : 

These  all  shall  die  as  with  a  sword, 
And  be  forever  linked  with  shame. 

The  great  white  visions  born  of  pain  and  death. 
These  have  eternal  breath. 

And  as  a  oomet  sweeps  the  sky, 

To   reappear  through  cycling  years, 

So  shall  Love's  deeds  supreme  and  high 
Enkindle  hope  again  from  tears. 

Sing  me  Love's  utter  sacrifice  and  loss — 
Christ's  death  upon  the  Cross. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Professor  Maurice  de  Wulf 

By  Rev.  E.  J.  McCobkell,  C.S.B.,  M.A. 

3T  is  one  of  the  paradoxes  of  the  Great  War  that  Louvain 
was  immortalized  by  the  enemy  who  would  destroy  it. 
In  the  minds  and  hearts  of  all  who  read,  it  is  linked  in- 
separably with  the  name  of  the  great  Belgian  Cardinal  as  the 
pride  of  his  great  undaunted  heart.  But  in  a  narrower  circle 
Louvain  was  famous  in  the  happier  days  before  the  war. 
Mercier  the  philosopher  was  celebrated  before  Mercier  the 
patriot,  and  Louvain  was  the  scene  of  his  labours,  and  its 
University  in  large  measure  the  work  of  his  hands.  There 
was  the  centre  of  the  Neo-Scholastie  movement,  the  aim  of 
which  was  to  bring  the  Scholasticism  of  the  13th  century  into 
touch  with  modern  science  and  modern  philoso'phical  systems. 
Professor  de  Wulf  is  one  of  the  men  whose  glory  it  is  to 
have  been  associated  with  Mercier  in  this  important  work. 
He  was  the  pupil  of  Mercier  in  the  days  when  Leo  XIII.  was 
writing  the  great  encyclical  which  gave  official  sanction  to  the 
philosophic  movement  which,  for  some  years,  had  been  in  pro- 
gress at  Louvain  and  elsewhere.  When  the  Philosophical  In- 
stitute was  founded  by  Mercier  in  1892  he  was  chosen  to  fill  the 
chair  of  History  c-f  Mediaeval  Philosophy.  This  position  he 
held  till  the  outbreak  of  the  war,  a  period  of  25  years,  during 
which  time  he  gave  diligent  and  painstaking  study  to  the 
Middle  Ages,  whose  problems  and  their  solutions  he  has  treat- 
ed in  his  ''History  of  Mediaeval  Philosophy"  with  a  compet- 
ence that  has  won  universal  recognition.  The  volume  has 
gone  th,rough  four  French  editions,  and  has  been  translated  in- 
to English,  Italian,  German,  whilst  a  Spanish  edition  is  in 
course  of  preparation.  But  de  Wulf  was  much  more  than  a 
Professor  in  the  Philosophical  Institute  founded  by  Mercier. 
He  was  more  than  one  of  a  small  group  who  made  Neo- 
Scholasticism  a  vigorous  current  in  modern  philosophy.     He 


18  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

was,  as  it  were,  the  spokesman  of  the  group,  its  advocate  be- 
fore the  world.  His  professorship  in  history  made  him  the 
logical  choice  for  this  position.  His  volume  on  "Scholastic- 
ism, Old  and  New, "  is  a  statement  of  the  meaning  and  aims  of 
the  movement  and  a  brief  record  of  its  achievements.  As 
editor  of  the  "Revue  Neo-Scholastique,"  the  organ  of  the  new 
movement,  it  was  he  who  kept  scholars  of  other  universities 
and  of  other  countries  in  touch,  with  the  work  of  Louvain. 
In  this  respect  as  in  others  the  mantle  of  Mercier  seems  to  have 
fallen  upon  him.  Mercier  founded  the  Review  in  1894  to  give 
due  advertisement  to  the  labours  of  the  Institute  and  to  provide 
a  forum  for  discussion  among  scholars.  A  year  later  he  was 
made  Archbishop  of  Mechlin,  and  his  former  pupil  succeeded 
him  as  editor.  De  Wulf 's  position  among  the  Louvain  philosos- 
phers  is,  therefore,  an  unique  one.  Movements  are  greater 
than  men.  Neo-Scholasticism,  even  in  the  Nineties,  was  vaster 
far  than  Mercier.  But  if  there  is  one  man  to-day  more  closely 
identified  with  Neoi-Scholasticism  than  any  other,  that  man  is 
Maurice  de  Wulf. 

Many  academic  distinctions  have  come  to  him.  He  is  Doc- 
tor of  philosophy  and  letters,  and  Member  of  the  Royal  Aca- 
demy of  Belgium.  During  the  war  several  French,  one  Spanish 
and  one  American  University,  secured  his  services  for  brief 
periods.  Since  his  coming  to  To'ronto  many  requests  for  lec- 
tures have  come  to  him  from  different  universities  across  the 
line.  He  found  time  to  accommodate  three — DeYouville  Col- 
lege, Buffalo ;  Cornell  University,  and  Wisconsin  University. 

At  St.  Michael's  College  Professor  de  Wulf's  lectures  on 
Mediaeval  Philosophy  were  given  to  the  students  in  Special 
Philosophy  of  third  and  fourth  years.  It  was  felt,  however, 
in  University  circles  that  an  opportunity  to  hear  him  should 
be  provided  for  the  students  of  other  colleges  and  for  the  pub- 
lic who  might  be  interested.  Accordingly,  on  the  invitation  of 
President  Falconer,  a  course  of  eight  lectures  was  arranged  on 
"Civilization  and  Philosophy  in  the  Heart  of  the  Middle  Ages." 
It  is  safe  to  say  that  no  lecturer  in  recent  years  at  the  Uni- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  19 

versity  made  a  greater  impression.  He  was  greeted  by  a  large 
audience,  and  a  most  unusual  one.  There  were  priests,  minis- 
ters. Christian  Brothers,  Catholic  Nuns,  Anglican  Nuns,  Uni- 
versity Professors  and  Students  of  many  different  faculties,  and 
professional  men  from  the  city.  These  lectures  interested  and 
a  held  all.  Tc'  many  they  must  h^ve  been  a  revelation  in  the 
light  they  threw  on  a  period  too  long  misunderstood  and  too 
much  maligned.  Some  at  least  were  not  prepared  to  learn  that 
the  rise  of  the  individual  took  place  long  'before  the  period  of 
the  Italian  Renaissance ;  that  the  importance  of  the  individual 
was  the  dominant  characteristic  of  the  civilization  in  the  heart 
of  the  Middle  Ages.  Some  were  not  prepared  to  learn  that  the 
principles  of  democracy,  which  the  present  age  boasts  of  as  its 
own  discovery,  were  clearly  taught  by  the  Scholastics  of  the 
13th  century.  Some  were  not  prepared  to  learn  that  the  dif- 
ference in  the  philosophical  temperament  of  the  Neo-Latins 
and  Anglo-Celts  on  the  one  hand,  ^and  of  Teutons  on  the  other, 
is  traeeable  to  the  13th  century,  when  the  latter  under  the  guid- 
ftlfO"^^  'ince  of  Eckhardt  abandoned  some  of  the  leading  principles 
■^/tt*MA/  of  Scholastic  Philosophy  which  were  embraced  and  perpetuated 
^i  V  by  the  former.  But  of  the  points  made  by  the  lecturer,  the  one 
fXn\»^6*^niost  likely  to  give  pause  to  the  average  listener  was  that 
which  dealt  with  the  intimate  relation  of  philosophy  to  life.  It 
is  a  fashion  of  our  day  to  belittle  metaphysics;  to  look  upon 
philosophy  as  of  no  consequence  in  the  world  of  men  and  ac- 
tion, though  perhaps  interesting  as  a  diversion.  It  is  on  the 
contrary  a  noble  and  true  conception,  as  the  lecturer  showed, 
to  regard  metaphysical  principles  as  the  corner-stones  of  an 
entire  civilization. 

Professor  de  Wulf  has  won  many  new  admirers  in  Toronto. 
He  is  well  pleased  with  the  prospects  for  Catholic  Higher 
Education,  and  will  continue  his  work  here. 


20  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


By  Rose  Febguson.  • 

Sweet  as  the  roses'  bloom, 

Rich  as  their  loved  perfume, 
Bringing  a  joy  that  aye  borders  on  pain, 

Cometh  the  month  of  June 

(May  we  our  lives  attune!) 
Cometh  the  month  of  God's  dear  Heart  again. 

March,  as  the  infant  Spring, 

Tears  with  rare  smiles  doth  bring. 
March  hath  life's  grey  much  suffused  with  the  gold. 

Well  that  its  patron  be 

Rich  in  humanity — 
Joseph,  th,e  leal,  prudent  father  of  old. 

April 's  the  growing  child ; 

Sunshine  and  showers  mild 
Call  forth  the  beauties  that  dormant  have  lain. 

Earth's  resurrection  morn, 

Blossom  that  hides  the  thorn, 
Glorious  season  of  joy  after  pain! 

May  is  the  maiden  fair. 

Lo!  in  her  flowing  hair 
Pure  voodland  lilies  and  windflowers  wild ! 

Free  as  the  streams  thM  run 

'Neath  the  yet  tempered  sun. 
Mother  of  purity,  she  is  thy  child! 

June,  and  the  woman  stands, 

Roses  within  her  hands, 
(Do  the  thorns  prick  her?    She  knew  they  were  there). 

Brilliantly  beams  the  sun. 

Life  is  it  last  begun, 
June  has  its  thorns,  but  its  roses  are  fair! 

'Tis  love's  fulfilling  time, 

Poetry's  perfect  rhyme, 
Rose  of  the  year  as  'tis  month  of  the  rose, 

'Tis  when  God's  Heart  in  love 

Stoops  from  His  home  above. 
Drawing  us  closer,  our  joys  and  our  woes. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  21 


My  New  Faith 

By  Mabes.  L,  Judd. 

JOUR  questions  have  been  put  to  me  by  as  many  different 
Protestant  friends.  Since  I  believe  them  to  be  typical 
questions  that  rise  unbidden  to  the  minds,  if  not  to  the 
lips,  of  all  non-Catholics  in  regard  to  their  convert-friends, 
and  since  I  think  that  they  may  be  questions  which  one  hesi- 
tating on  the  threshold  of  the  Church  may  be  asking  himself, 
I  should  like  to  answer  them  out  of  my  four  years'  experience 
as  a  convert. 

The  first  question  came  from  one  who  was  originally  a  Bap- 
tist, ibut  who  is  now  an  Episcopalian,  It  was:  "How  do  you 
like  your  new  faith?"  The  second  was  asked  by  one  who 
in  her  youth  was  a  Methodist,  but  who  has  drifted  away  from 
religious  influences :  "Do  you  fiild  your  new  faith  satisfying?" 
The  other  two  inquiries  came  from  Congregationalists.  The 
first  of  these  two  was  this:  "Do  you  find  any  more  'helps'  in 
the  Catholic  Church  than  you  did  in  your  old  church?"  And 
the  second  was  like  unto  it,  except  that  it  was  put  in  a  form 
and  tone  which  suggested  that  the  answer  must  agree  with  the 
belief  of  the  interrogator:  "Of  course  the  Catholic  Church 
cannot  give  you  anything  that  you  did  not  already  have  in 
your  religious  life," 

Before  answering  the  first  of  those  question  as  to  how 
I  like  my  new  faith,  I  would  recall  one  remark  that  was  made 
to  me  the  day  after  I  had  declared  my  intention  of  going  into 
the  Church.  One  who  was  very  near  to  me  said  solemnly,  and 
with  deep  conviction  in  his  tone,  "I  believe  that  you  are  taking 
a  step  that  you  will  regret  all  your  life,"  Then,  in  spite  of 
my  belief  that  no  other  course  was  open  to  me,  a  quaver  of 
apprehension  passed  over  me;  but  never  since  that  time, 
though  I  have  missed  the  old  associations,  have  I  felt  the 
slightest  impulse  to  return  to  Protestantism,    I  can  still  say  as 


22  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


I  did  to  the  first  inquirer,  "I  am  more  thankful  every  day 
for  the  gift  of  faith  in  the  Catholic  Church. ' '  Many  a  time,  as 
I  have  come  from  Holy  Communion  on  a  week-day,  or  early 
Sunday  morning,  and  have  passed  my  old  Church  home- — a 
church,  too,  to  which  I  owe  much — and  have  seen  it  standing 
there,  cold,  silent,  its  doors  locked,  I  have  thought  of  the 
Church  from  which  I  had  just  come,  and  I  have  said,  "I 
thank  God!  I  thank  God!" 

Before  I  leave  this  first  question,  I  must  correct  one  false 
impression  which  it  conveys.  The  Catholic  faith  is  not  so 
entirely  a  new  faith  to  an  orthodox  Protestant.  Everything 
that  was  vital  to  me  in  my  old  faith  is  a  part  of  the  teaching 
of  the  Catholic  Church — everything.  Not  one  thing  that  was 
essential  is  missing.  I  do  not  feel  that  I  "gave  up"  my  old 
faith.    I  used  it  for  a  foundation  and  built  upon  it. 

''Do  you  find  the  Catholic  faith  satisfying?"  My  answer 
to  this  question  may  readily  be  inferred  from  my  reply  to  the 
first.  But  someone  will  say,  "Weren't  you  satisfied  before? 
I  am  perfectly  satisfied  with  my  faith. "  To  him  I  would  reply : 
"You  are  satisfied  because  you  are  in  ignorance  of  the  riches 
that  you  might  have."  In  1910 — four  years  before  I  went  into 
the  Church — a  Catholic  said  to  me,  "Did  you  never  feel  any 
lack  in  your  religion?"  And  I  answered  quite  truthfully,  "No, 
never."  It  was  not  until  I  had  begun  to  read  a  great  deal  of 
the  Catholic  faith,  and  to  frequent  Catholic  churches,  and  to 
spend  time  in  the  quiet,  "under  the  Sanctuary  lamp,"  that 
I  began  to  realize  the  riches  of  Christ  revealed  in  His  Church, 
and  I  could  no  longer  be  content  outside. 

Perhaps,  after  all,  the  best  way  to  answer  the  second  ques- 
tion is  to  reply  to  the  last  two  in  regard  to  the  "helps"  given 
by  the  Catholic  Church.  "Of  course  the  Catholic  Church  can- 
not give  you  anything  more  than  your  former  Church."  The 
frame  of  mind  which  these  words  bespeak  arises  from  two  as- 
sumptions common  to  Protestants,  first  that  Catholicism  stands 
foi!  doctrines  uttefrly  unrelated  to  life,  and  second  for  a 
Church  service  full  of  emptiness — of  vain  and  idle  ceremony. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  » 

That  these  two  assumptions  are  baseless  I  have  proved  from  my 
own  experience.  Through  its  dogmas  which  are  vitally  related 
to  life,  and  through  its  services  which  are  full  of  meaning 
to  a  devout  Catholic,  the  Catholic  Church  gives  me  one  of  the 
greatest  gifts — a  gift  that  no  Protestant  church  can  possibly 
— certainty  for  doubt.  In  a  Protestant  church,  great  doctrines 
and  miracles  are  a  topic  for  discussion ;  in  the  Catholic  Church, 
a  matter  of  faith.  Through  the  Catholic  Church — His  body — 
our  Divine  Lord  still  speaks  as  He  did  in  Palestine  with  the 
voice  Qt  authority. 

But  the  up-to-date  Protestant  will  say:  "Why  is  that 
certainty  a  gain?  What  do  we  care  about  religious  dogmas, 
and  miracles  ?  The  spirit  of  Christ  in  our  lives  is  what  counts ; 
nothing  else  matters.  Whether  Jesus  was  born  of  a  virgin,  or 
whether  He  rose  from  the  dead  is  of  little  importance;  the 
main  business  of  life  is  the  acquiring  of  a  Christlike  character." 

Granted  that  "to  put  on  the  mind  of  Jesus"  is  the  essential 
thing  in  the  life  of  a  Christian,  the  best  way  to  acquire  that 
spirit  is  through  a  knowledge  of  Jesus,  and  I  have  found  that 
knowledge  in  the  Catholic  Church;  for  the  great  dictrines  are 
not  a  mere  matter  of  intellectual  assent,  or  submission,  but 
great  trusts  which  vitally  affect  the  religious  experience,  and 
hence  he  lives  of  the  children  of  the  Church.  When  I  first 
went  for  instructions  in  the  Catholic  faith,  I  thought  that  I  be- 
lieved in  the  divinity  of  Christ.  I  was  quite  indignant  at  the 
mere  suggestion  of  the  priest  that  perhaps,  after  all,  my  grasp 
of  that  truth  was  not  very  strong.  I  knew  that,  unlike  many 
of  the  people  in  my  own  denomination,  I  accepted  the  "mira- 
culous" birth  of  Christ,  and  His  resurrection. 

What  I  did  not  know  was  that  unconsciously  I  was  making 
the  distinction  between  deity  and  divinity,  a  distinction  some- 
thing like  that  which  the  Unitarians  make  when  they  say  that 
they  believe  in  the  divinity  of  Christ,  though  not  in  His  deity. 
It  was  not  until  I  had  gone  a  great  way  in  the  Catholic  faith 
that  I  began  to  realize  the  meaning  of  the  Incarnation  as 
taught  by  the   Church — that  Jesus  is  God  indeed.     On  that 


24  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

truth  all  our  hope  rests.  The  Saviour,  whether  in  the  crib,  on 
the  cross,  on  the  altar,  or  upon  His  throne  in  Heaven,  is  ever 
the  same — ever  worthy  of  our  adoration,  our  reverence,  and 
our  love.  The  truth  of  the  Incarnation  that  was  presented  to 
me  clearly,  with  all  its  significance,  for  the  first  time  in  my  in- 
structions, I  am  realizing  more  and  more  through  the  repeated 
celebration  of  the  Mass.  As  I  listen  to  the  words  of  the  Credo, 
*'Who  for  us  and  for  our  salvation  came  down  from  Heaven," 
and  as  I  kneel  in  the  hush  that  accompanies  the  solemn  words 
' '  and  was  incarnate  by  the  Holy  Ghost  of  the  Virgin  Mary  and 
was  made  man,"  I  am  thrilled  with  the  thought  of  what  that 
truth  means  to  me,  and  to  every  Christian.  To  me,  this  is  one  of 
the  vital  truths  that  affects  me  in  my  relation  to  Jesus  Christ. 
The  consideration  of  His  descent  from  Heaven  to  the  manger 
in  Bethlehem  is  the  beginning  of  the  proof  of  His  divine 
love ;  a  love  which  makes  possible  the  union  of  the  soul  with 
our  Divine  Lord ;  a  union  which  according  to  my  instructor,  is 
the  essence  of  Christianity.  If  Christ  came  as  every  other  hu- 
man being  and  differed  from  us  only  in  that  He  had  more  of 
the  Codlike  spirit.  He  might  be  inspiring  as  an  example,  but  He 
could  not  enter  into  my  life  to-day  as  He  entered  the  lives  of 
the  little  family  at  Bethany.  He  would  not  be  my  divine 
Friend. 

Another  doctrine  which  I  believe  vitally  affects  my  life  as  a 
Christian  is  that  which  teaches  the  Resurrection  of  Jesus.  The 
voice  of  St.  Paul  coming  across  the  centuries  proclaims  the  same 
belief:  ''And  if  Christ  be  not  risen  again,  then  is  our  preach- 
ing vain,  and  your  faith  is  also  vain. "  It  is  the  only  proof  that 
Christians  have  of  a  personal  immortality,  and  how  it  comforts 
and  sanctifies  our  lives !  It  gives  that  assurance  that  our 
Divine  Lord,  Whom  we  worship,  is  the  same  yesterday,  to-day, 
and  forever. 

I  have  chosen  to  discuss  somewhat  at  length  these  two 
great  doctrines  because  they  are  still  in  dispute  in  Protestant 
circles.  Of  the  others  totally  rejected  by  them,,  each  bears 
directly  upon  life  in  this  world.    Take,  for  example,  the  Com- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  25 


munion  of  Saints — the  belief  that  those  who  have  gone  before 
can  plead  for  us.  It  constantly  sets  before  my  mind  the  reality 
of  that  eternal  life.  It  emphasizes  the  personal  immortality 
that  Jesus  taught  by  His  resurrection.  The  saints  have  at- 
tained it.  I  can  speak  to  them.  Not  only  can  I  speak  to  them, 
but  I  can  receive  their  help  to  enable  me  t'O  enter  with  them 
into  immortality. 

A  second  great  gift  which  the  Catholic  Chruch  gives  to 
her  children  is  the  opportunity  for  frequent  and  satisfying 
religious  worship.  Wherever  there  is  a  priest  established  in  a 
parish,  there  is  the  open  church  and  there  is  the  Host  reserved 
— which  to  the  Catholic  means  the  Real  Presence  of  Jesus. 
At  any  time  of  the  day  or  evening,  those  who  long  for  help  can 
find  the  sanctuary.  Then  there  is  the  opportunity  for  daily 
attendance  aX  Mass,  and  daily  Communion.  Anniversary  days, 
of  meaning  only  to  the  individual,  may  be  made  sacred  by  at- 
tendance at  Mass,  and  the  receiving  of  Holy  Communion. 

Church-going  upon  Sunday  takes  on  a  new  meaning  to  the 
oonvert.  A  Catholic  can  never  say,  as  I  have  often  heard  Pro- 
testants say,  ' '  I  might  as  well  have  stayed  at  home  to-day ;  the 
minister's  sermon  didn't  touch  me  at  all."  Though  the  sermon 
be  dull,  or  even  though  there  be  no  sermon  at  all,  and  though 
there  be  no  music,  the  devout  Catholic  will  go  away  satisfied. 
The  greatest  truths  of  his  religion  have  been  brought  home 
to  him.  He  has  bowed  his  knee  at  the  thought  of  Jesus  In- 
carnate; he  has  seen  enacted  before  his  eyes  "the  holy  drama" 
— the  great  sacrifice  offered  on  Calvary.  He  has  been  in  the 
presence  of  Jesus,  and  has  had  opportunity  for  individual  wor- 
ship. If  his  soul  has  been  unresp'onsive,  he  has  had  a  prayer- 
book  to  furnish  him  wings  to  lift  him  toward  God. 

Besides  the  gift  of  faith,  and  the  gift  of  opportunity  for  reli- 
gious services,  the  Church  has  a  third  great  gift  for  use  in 
my  daily  life — the  sacraments,  especially  those  of  Penance  and 
the  Holy  Eucharist.  In  my  days  'of  Protestantism  I  had  thought 
that  I  believed  my  sins  forgiven  as  soon  as  I  lifted  a  prayer  of 
penitence  to  God,  but  old  sins  haunted  me.    I  never  realized  the 


26  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

meaning  of  the  forgiveness  of  Christ  until  I  knelt  in  the  con- 
fessional. Then  for  the  first  time,  I  felt  the  significance  of  the 
words:  "As  far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west,  bo  far  hath 
He  removed  our  iniquities  from  us. ' '  Not  only  does  confession 
give  me  peace  in  regard  to  sins  of  the  past,  but  it  also  is  a  help 
in  keeping  me  from  fresh  sin.  The  necessity  of  entering  into 
myself  at  stated  intervals,  and  the  acknowledging  'of  frequent 
failures  arouses  me  to  a  sense  of  my  own  weakness,  and  the 
need  of  greater  effort. 

The  greatest  gift  of  the  Church  is  that  Sacrament  called  the 
Blessed,  'because  in  it  Catholics  receive  their  Lord  Himself. 
It  is  the  "Lord's  Supper"  of  the  Protestant  churches,  but 
with  a  vast  difference.  I  have  received  communion  in  the  Pro- 
testant church,  and  had  honestly  th'ought  that  so  long  as  my 
Catholic  friends  and  I  both  believed  that  in  our  respective 
communion  services,  each  came  nearer  to  God  than  at  any 
other  time,  it  made  no  difference  whether  one  believed  in  the 
Real  Presence  of  Jesus,  and  the  other  only  in  a  memorial  of 
Jesus.  To  me,  as  a  Catholic,  there  is  all  the  difference  be- 
tween the  shadow  'cf  a  thing  and  its  substance.  I  could  never 
again  be  satisfied  with  a  church  which  teaches,  as  mine  did 
through  its  minister,  that  there  is  nothing  for  anyone  at  the 
Lord's  Supper  except  what  the  person  himself  brings  to  it. 
The  Catholic  Church  invites  me  to  a  feast  in  which  our  Divine 
Lord  gives  us,  not  a  memorial,  but  Himself. 

Protestantism  has  no  help  that  can  compare  with  this  great- 
est gift  of  the  Catholic  Church. 

These,  then,  are  the  great  gifts  of  the  Church — certainty 
for  doubt,  religious  services,  frequent  and  satisfying,  and  the 
Sacraments.  There  are  still  other  "helps"  to  be  found  in  the 
Church.  One  is  the  close  relation  that  always  exists  between 
Holy  Mother,  the  Church,  and  her  children.  The  little  child 
born  of  Catholic  parents  belongs  to  the  Mother  Church  from 
the  time  of  its  baptism,  and  she  never  relinquishes  her  claim 
upon  it.  The  little  Protestant  child,  though  he  be  baptized, 
is  not  considered  a  part  of  any  denomination  until  he  is  old 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  27 

enough  to  make  a  covenant  with  it  publicly.  I  shall  never  for- 
get the  look  of  consternation  that  came  over  the  face  of  a 
little  child  who  had  been  brought  up  in  a  Protestant  church, 
when  she  was  told  that  she  was  "not  a  memiber."  "Why," 
she  protested,  "I've  been  baptized,  and  I  go  to  church  and  Sun- 
day School."  No  wonder  that  so  many  Protestant  children  are 
lost  to  their  respective  churches.  The  Catholic  Church  not  only 
claims  the  child,  but  is  his  guide  through  life,  reproving  and 
cleansing  his  sin,  nourishing  his  spiritual  life,  and  sanctifying 
his  sorrow  and  joy. 

Another  help  that  the  Catholic  Church  can  give  is  a  changed 
outlook  upon  life.  The  insistence  of  the  Church  upon  heaven 
and  hell  as  realities,  and  hence  upon  the  possibility  of  losing 
one's  soul — in  other  words  the  constant  reiteration  of  Christ's 
solemn  question:  "What  doth  it  profit  a  man,  if  he  gain  the 
whole  world,  and  suffer  the  loss  of  his  own  soul?"  have  made 
me  place  a  new  value  upon  my  own  soul,  and  that  of  others. 
I  liave  a  desire  that  I  never  had  before  to  pray  for  the  spiritual 
welfare  of  others.  The  suffering  of  the  world  has  a  new  mean- 
ing to  me.  So  far  as  I  can  find,  the  Catholic  Church  is  the 
only  one  w^hich  teaches  that  suffering  is  not  necessarily  a  thing 
to  be  shunned.  Other  churches  teach  resignation,  but  not  a  joy- 
ful, loving  acceptance  of  pain  as  a  means  of  spiritual  grace, 
and  of  union  with  'cur  Lord.  These  two  points  alone  enable 
the  true  Catholic  to  place  a  more  correct  caluation  on  the  things 
of  this  life — to  distinguish  between  the  things  hat  are  temporal 
and  those  that  are  eternal.  The  teaching  of  the  Catholic  Church 
centers  about  the  cross.  To  me  there  is  a  significance  in  the 
church-spires  of  my  home  city;  they  all,  Catbclic  and  Protes- 
tant alike,  point  heavenward,  but  the  Catholic  spire  alone 
points  with  the  cross. 

These  are  some  of  the  gifts  w^hich  the  Catholic  Church  has 
to  give.  Taken  and  used,  they  result  in  the  best  gift  of  all — 
an  intimacy  with  our  Lord,  The  Catholic  Church  has  brought 
Jesus  nearer  to  me.  Now,  I  know  that  there  are  devcut  souls  in 
the  Protestant  churches  to  whom  Jesus  is  an  intimate  friend. 


28  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

They,  with  little  help,  because  of  deeply  spiritual  natures,  have 
found  our  Lord,  but  I  was  not  one  of  them.  "0  Jesus,  Thou 
are  Standing  Outside  the  Fast-Closed  Door,"  used  to  be  one  'of 
my  favorite  hymns,  because  it  seemed  to  picture  my  condition. 
I  felt  that  He  was  outside.  Now  I  no  longer  care  for  those 
words,  because,  to  me,  have  been  fulfilled  the  words :  **  Behold, 
I  stand  at  the  gate  and  kn'ock.  If  any  man  shall  hear  My 
voice  and  open  to  Me  the  door,  I  will  come  in  to  him  and  will 
sup  with  him  and  be  with  Me. ' ' 

I  believe  that  the  best  definition  of  religion  is  the  one  that 
I  have  already  alluded  to — it  was  given  me  by  my  confessor: 
"True  religion  is  the  union  of  the  soul  with  Jesus  Christ."  I 
believe  that  the  Catholic  Church  tends  to  make  and  keep  that 
union,  as  no  other  Church  can.  I  believe  that  it  is  only  through 
such  a  union  that  my  soul  can  put  on  the  spirit  of  Christ. 
Therefore  I  pray  that  those  who  are  longing  to  know  our  Lord 
intimately  may  find  their  way  to  Holy  Church. 


There  are  so  many  mansions  in  God's  street, 
And  ours  shall  be  a  very  little  house  .  .  . 
The  things  of  earth  we  love  shall  be  with  us. 
White  cities  and  the  funny,  silly  things 
That  make  us  happy  .  .  . 
Only  the  smallest  saints  will  visit  us  .  .  . 
Yes,  ours  shall  be  a  very  little  house, 
For  we  were  always  over-fragile  souls, 
Brought  up  in  God's  great  nursery  with  all  care 
And  kept  alive  by  tender  cosseting  .  .  . 
And  He,  I  know.  Who  bade  the  children  come, 
Will  not  disdain  to  take  His  pleasure  there. 

MARGARET  MACKENZIE. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LELIES. 


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®lt^  3Fatrg  Sattre 


By  Aengus  MacLib. 


See  yon  band  of  Fairy  Pipers, 
List  the  notes  already  stealing! 
All  the  Fairies  dance  together, 
Then  dart  off  across  the  green 
In  and  out  among  the  bracken, 
Circling  round  the  iris  flowers, 
Adding  music  to  the  music 
Of  their  band  of  Fairy  Pipers 
By  their  laughter's  merry  pealing 
As  they  dance  across  the  green. 

Sparkling  wands  they  wave  above  them. 
And  their  feathers  go  a-nodding, 
Like  the  nodding  in  the  breezes 
Of  the  sprays  of  meadow-sweet. 
Faster,  faster  comes  the  music — 
Faster,  faster  dance  the  Fairies, 
Till  one  wonders  how  can  music 
Ever  play  to  fairy  feet; 
Till  one  wonders  how  can  Dancing 
Dance  as  fast  as  plays  the  music. 
Dance  in  time  to  fairy  piping, 
See — Ah,  no,  ye  cannot  see  them! 

Mortal  eyes  must  long  have  gazed  on 
Ocean  spray  in  winter  weather 
Making  clouds  for  clouds  to  rest  on; 
Learnt  to  read  the  Rainbow's  secret, 
And  the  Torrent's  wondrous  message; 
Seen  the  Lightning's  angry  flashing 
Fall  on  sea,  and  plain,  and  mountain ; 


30  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Long  have  watched  the  restless  Ocean 
In  its  never  ending  tossing, 
And  the  angry  Tempests  wrestling 
Thro'  the  hills,  and  down  the  valleys; 
Known  the  message  of  the  Snow  flakes 
When  they  signal  in  their  falling ; 
Learnt  to  read  the  tender  greeting 
Of  the  Evening  Star  in  summer, 
Of  the  rising  Moon  at  Harvest, 
And  the  Sunset  on  the  ocean. 
Mortal  eyes  must  learn  the  meaning 
Of  these  Sights  and  Signs  and  Signals; 
Know  the  Spirits  of  the  Twilight, 
That  of  Night-fall,  and  of  Day-break, 
And  of  Hail,  and  Rain,  and  Sunshine, 
Ere  they  see  the  Fairies  dancing 
To  the  music  of  their  pipers, 
Till  they  wonder  how  can  Music 
Ever  play  to  fairy  feet; 
Ere  they  see  the  Fairies  dancing 
In  the  laughing  silver  moonlight 
With  their  feath'ry  plumes  a-nodding 
Like  the  sprays  of  meadow-sweet. 
Till  they  wonder  how  can  Dancing 
Dance  as  fast  as  plays  the  music, 
Dance  in  time  to  fairy  piping. 

List !   Ah,  no !  ye  cannot  hear  them ! 

Cannot  hear  the  Fairies  piping, 

Piping   'neath  the  "Gentle  Bushes," 

Cannot  see  the  Fairies  dancing. 

Dancing  in  the  silver  moonlight, 

Cannot  see  them ! — Cannot  hear  them. 

Dancing  in  their  Fairy  Circle.  — Studies. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  31 


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Democratic  Education 

By  Rev.  M.  J.  Ryan,  D.D.,  Ph.D. 

^1  HE  spirit  of  democracy  is  a  spirit  of  equality;  it,  indeed, 
Al  is  much  more  concerned  about  equality  than  about  liberty. 
When,  therefore,  we  hear  of  the  advance  of  democracy, 
we  cannot  but  be  desirous  to  know  what  kind  of  equality  it 
aims  at  diffusing, — whether  it  is  an  equality  of  enlightenment, 
culture,  liberality,  and  refinement,  or  an  equality  in  material- 
istic comfort,  in  narrow-mindedness,  prejudice,  and  vulgarity. 
A  fanatical  pasion  for  equality  and  an  envy  of  all  distinction 
was  the  chief  cause  of  the  massacres  by  the  French  Jacobius; 
and  is  one  of  the  causes  of  the  atrocities  in  which  the  Russian 
Bolsheviks  have  surpassed  the  Jacobins,  Anyone  who  was 
familiar  with  the  real  history  of  the  French  revolution  and  its 
ideas  cannot  have  been  surprised  at  the  course  of  the  Russian, 
or  at  the  means  by  which  the  Bolsheviks  have  obtained  success. 
Without  imputing  any  such  extremes  of  envy  and  hate  to  our 
own  democracy  or  that  of  the  U.S.A.,  we  naturally  cannot  but 
feel  desirous  of  having  clear  notions  upon  this  question  of 
equality.  And  since  the  character  of  the  age  to  come  depends 
upon  the  education  of  the  rising  generation,  we  should  make 
up  our  minds  what  sort  of  education  is  suitable  for  democracy. 
There  are  issues  to  be  decided  between  liberal  and  professional 
or  technical  education,  and  between  the  literary  and  the  scien- 
tific, or  the  proper  combination  of  both.  Men  need  to  be  able 
to  earn  their  living,  certainly,  and  women  too;  but  man  does 
not  live  by  bread  alone.  Religion  and  morals  are,  of  course, 
the  great  equalizers;  all  men  have  an  equal  right  to  religious 
and  moral  instruction.  It  was  for  the  sake  of  the  poor,  that 
is  the  multitude,  that  churches  originally  were  established  and 


82  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

endowed-    Religion,  too,  is  the  great  source  of  equality  in  hap- 
piness and  in  civilization. 

The  Ideal  of  Education. 

The  ideal  of  education  was  long  ago  set  forth  by  St.  Paul 
in  his  epistle  to  the  Philippians :  ' '  Whatsoever  things  are  true, 
whatsoever  things  are  reverend,  whatsoever  things  are  just, 
whatsoever  things  are  pure,  whatsoever  things  are  lovely,  what- 
soever things  are  of  good  fame, — if  there  be  any  virtue,  if  there 
be  anything  praiseworthy, — think  on  these  things." 

The  people  to  whom  the  Apostle  held  up  this  ideal  and 
addressed  this  exhortation,  were  not  wealthy  or  high-born, 
but,  as  we  know,  poor  and  lowly.  "There  is  more  true  demo- 
cracy in  the  Catholic  Church,"  said  Disraeli,  "than  in  all  the 
secret  societies  of  the  world." 

It  is  the  literary  education  rather  than  the  scientific  which 
tends  to  produce  an  equality,  or  an  approach  to  it,  in  mental 
culture.  Newman  in  a  lecture  which  he  delivered  in  1849,  is 
reported,  in  part,  as  follows:  "Some  persons  now  considered 
that  the  useful  arts  alone  ought  to  be  followed  and  that  litera- 
ture, especially  poetry,  was  a  thing  of  a  by-gone  age.  It  would 
be  absurd  not  to  entertain  for  those  who  pursued  the  useful 
arts  the  highest  reverence.  But  the  useful  arts  do  not  cul- 
tivate the  mind.  This  is  the  province  of  literature,  of  poetry, 
and  of  criticism.  These  refined  the  mind  by  making  it  what 
it  was  not  before;  and  thus  these  subjects  tended  to  remove 
the  distinction  between  the  higher  and  the  lower  classes;  for 
now  anyone  may  secure  he  advantages  of  intellectual  attain- 
ments, which  formerly  were  confined  to  those  few  who  alone 
had  a  liberal  education.  After  all,  however,  the  useful  arts 
are  so  necessary  and  so  profitable  that  they  hold  sway.  But 
when  a  man  has  mastered  their  elements,  he  puts  aside  the 
books  from  which  he  has  gleaned  his  instruction;  he  perhaps 
even  sells  them.  He  has  no  inclination  to  repeat  the  task  except 
for  the  sake  of  perfection.  There  is  no  attractive  beauty  in 
them.    Now,  poetry  always  delights ;  a  book  of  poetry  may  be 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  33 

read  with  pleasure  again  and  again.  It  is,  emphatically,  the 
beautiful  which  cultivates  and  refines  the  mind;  by  long  as- 
sociation with  the  beautiful  and  contemplation  of  it,  the  mind 
itself  becomes  beautiful  in  the  process.  But  they  must  be  on 
their  guard  against  poetry  which  made  the  vices  appear  beau- 
tiful. Byron's  imagination  constantly  led  him  into  misan- 
thropy, and  in  his  Cain  the  character  of  the  first  murderer 
has  been  made  an  attractive  one." 

Matthew  Arnold,  who  was  a  school  inspector,  and  a  very 
good  one  too,  in  a  report  in  the  year  1852,  taught  the  same 
lesson  as  Newman.  Speaking  of  the  education  of  pupil-teach- 
ers for  the  elementary  or  primary  schools,  he  mentioned  the 
contrast  which  he  found  between  their  vast  amount  of  informa- 
tion— **the  minutest  details  of  geography  and  historical  facts, 
and  above  all  of  mathematics" — and  the  low  degree  of  mental 
culture;  and  recommended  as  a  remedy  the  study  of  litera- 
ture and  the  practice  of  composition.  "Too  little  attention  has 
hitherto  been  paid  to  this  side  of  education, — ^the  side  through 
which  education  chiefly  forms  the  character,  and  to  the  develop- 
ment of  which  it  is  the  boast  of  classical  education  to  be  mainly 
directed  .  .  .  The  pupil-teachers  (for  elementary  schools)  'can 
seldom  have  the  time  to  study  ancient  or  modern  languages 
to  much  purpose  without  neglecting  other  branches  which  it 
is  necessary  they  should  follow.  But  I  am  sure  that  the  study 
of  portions  of  the  best  English  authors  and  composition  might 
with  advantage  be  made  a  part  of  their  regular  course  of  in- 
struction to  a  much  greater  degree  than  it  is  at  present  (1852). 
Such  a  training  would  tend  to  humanize  and  deviate  a  number 
of  young  men  who  at  present,  notwithstanding  the  vast  amount 
of  raw  material  which  they  have  amassed,  are  uncultivated. 
And  it  would  have  the  same  social  advantage  of  tending  to 
bring  them  into  intellectual  sympathy  with  the  educated  of  the 
upper  classes." 

This  last  remark  is  all  the  more  forcible  when  we  remember 
that  the  upper  class  in  Britain  is  above  what  is  called  the  upper 
class  here,  for  this  would  only  be  the  middle  class  in  Britain. 


34  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

He  does  not  forget  that  it  is  easier  to  get  an  entrance  to 
boys'  minds  and  awaken  them  by  means  of  music  or  physical 
science  than  by  means  of  literature ;  but  the  way  to  arouse  and 
cultivate  their  minds  through  literature  is  by  having  them 
learn  extracts  by  heart  and  recite  them.  Arnold  speaks  in  the 
same  way  of  the  habit  of  having  children  learn  poems  and 
speeches  by  heart.  "Rhetoric  and  grammar  are  allied,  and  the 
rhetorical  exercise  of  paraphrasing  a  passage  of  prose  or  poetry 
often  finds  a  place  in  our  examinations  .  .  .  The  learning  by 
heart  extracts  from  good  authors,  is  a  lesson  in  good  taste  .  .  . 
It  is  strange  that  a  lesson  of  such  old  standing  and  such  high 
credit  in  our  schools  for  the  rich  should  not  sooner  (he  writes 
in  1860)  have  been  introduced  in  our  schools  for  the  poor.  In 
this  lesson  you  have  first  of  all  the  excellent  discipline  of  a 
lesson  wiiich  must  be  learned  right  or  it  has  no  value,  a  lesson 
of  which  the  subject  matter  is  not  talked  about,  but  learned. 
This  positive  character  of  the  result  is  a  first  great  advantage. 
Then,  in  all  but  the  rudest  natures,  out  of  the  mass  of  trea- 
sures thus  gained  (and  the  mere  process  of  gaining  which  will 
have  afforded  a  useful  discipline  even  for  rude  natures)  a 
second  and  more  precious  fruit  will  in  time  grow;  they  will 
insensibly  be  nourished  by  that  which  is  stored  in  them,  and 
their  taste  will  be  formed  by  it,  as  the  learning  of  thousands 
of  lines  of  Virgil  and  Homer  has  insensibly  created  a  good  liter- 
ary taste  in  so  many  persons  who  would  never  have  got  this  by 
studying  the  rules  of  taste. ' ' 

"If  we  consider  it,  the  bulk  of  the  secular  instruction  given 
in  our  elementary  schools  has  nothing  of  that  formative  char- 
acter which  is  demanded.  But  good  poetry  is  formative.  It  has 
too,  the  precious  power  of  acting  by  itself,  and  in  a  way  man- 
aged by  nature,  not  through  teh  instrumentality  of  that  some- 
what terrible  character,  the  scienific  educator." 

The  Sisters'  Schools. 

In  Arnold's  Report  on  the  Popular  Education  of  France, 
this  fair  mind  and  generous  spirit  took  pleasure  in  telling  a 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  35 

prejudiced  world  the  truth  about  the  Sisters'  Schools:  ** Apart 
from  the  mere  instruction,  there  is  something  in  the  Sisters' 
Schools  which  pleased  both  the  eye  and  the  mind,  and  which  is, 
even  in  Paris,  more  rarely  to  be  found  elsewhere.  There  is  the 
fresh,  neat  schoolroom,  almost  always  more  cheerful,  cleaner, 
more  decorated  than  a  lay  school-room.  There  is  the  orderli- 
ness and  attachment  of  the  children.  Finally,  there  is  the  as- 
pect of  the  Sisters  themselves,  in  general  of  a  refinement  be- 
yond that  of  their  rank  in  life ;  of  a  gentleness  wliich  even 
beauty  in  France  mostly  lacks;  of  a  tranquillity  which  is  evi- 
dence that  their  blameless  lives  are  not  less  happy  than  useful. 
If  ever  I  have  beheld  serious,  yea  cheerful  benevolence,  and 
the  serenity  of  the  mind  pictured  on  the  face,  it  is  there." 

The  character  of  the  teacher,  assuredly,  is  the  greatest  of 
all  influences  in  the  erucation  of  the  children.  Lord  Morley 
in  his  Recollections,  remarks,  after  his  official  visits  to  the 
Convent  Schools  in  Dublin,  that  he  no  longer  wondered  that 
the  workmen  in  the  great  towns  in  the  North  of  England  where 
he  lived,  or  which  he  represented,  preferred  to  send  their 
daughters  to  the  Sisters'  Schools  for  the  sake  of  their  man- 
ners. 

And  Arnold  says  of  the  Sisters  who  had  charge  of  the  'Infirm- 
ary in  a  Lyceum  at  Toulouse  which  he  visited  in  1864 :  ' '  The 
cleanliness,  order  and  neatness  of  the  passages,  dormitories, 
and  sick  rooms  were  exemplary.  The  aspect  and  manners  of 
these  nurses,  the  freshness  and  airiness  of  the  rooms,  the  white- 
ness and  fragrance  of  the  great  stores  of  linen  which  one  saw 
ranged  in  them,  made  one  almost  envy  the  invalids.  In  no 
British  school  that  I  have  seen  were  there  arrangements  for  the 
sick  to  compare  with  these." 

German  Kultur. 

The  world  has  now  learned  by  experience  that  the  Germans 
did  not  mean  by  Kultur  w'hat  we  mean  by  the  word  culture. 
Arnold,  no  enemy  of  the  Germans  or  of  things  German,  warn- 
ed    us     of    this    long     ago.       "The     power     of    knowledge 


36  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

is  eminently  an  influence  with  the  Germans,  as  the 
Italians  are  pre-eminent  in  the  feeling  for  beauty, 
and  the  French  for  social  life  and  manners.  The  Ger- 
mans have  a  strong  sense  of  the  necessity  of  knowing 
scientifically  the  things  which  have  to  be  known, — knowing 
them  systematically,  by  the  right  and  regular  process,  and  in 
the  only  real  way.  But  this  by  no  means  implies,  as  is  some- 
times supposed,  a  high  and  fine  general  culture."  And  he 
warned  his  own  countrymen — and  the  warning  is  needed  by 
ourselves  far  more — that  all  the  liberty  and  all  the  industry  in 
the  world  will  not  ensure  a  high  reason  and  a  fine  culture. 
"Liberty  and  industry  may  favour  these  things  but  do  not 
of  themselves  produce  them;  liberty  and  industry  may  exist 
without  them.  But  it  is  by  the  appearance  of  these  two  things, 
in  some  shape  or  other  in  the  life  of  a  nation,  that  it  becomes 
something  more  than  an  independent,  an  energetic,  a  success- 
ful nation, — that  it  becomes  a  great  nation  ...  In  the  decline 
of  the  aristocratic  element,  which  in  some  sort  supplied  an 
ideal  to  ennoble  the  spirit  of  the  nation  and  keep  it  united, 
there  will  be  no  other  element  present  to  perform  this  service, 
unless  the  middle  class  (i.e.,  our  "upper  class")  accept  cul- 
ture from  the  State.  They  will  rule  the  country  by  their 
energy,  but  they  will  Americanize  it;  they  will  deteriorate  it 
by  their  low  ideals  and  their  want  of  culture. "  "  The  difficulty 
for  a  democracy  is,  how  to  find  and  keep  ideals.  The  indivi- 
duals who  compose  it  are  for  the  most  part  persons  who  need 
to  follow  an  ideal,  not  to  set  one." 

The-  author  of  The  Clash  impresses  upon  us  the  need  of 
having  a  culture  of  our  own  instead  of  aping  the  foreign  ways 
of  our  southern  neiglibours.  And  he  points  out  that  those 
who  have  been  busiest  in  attacking  the  French-Canadians  have 
not  been  trying  to  promote  British  culture,  but  have  been 
abandoning  that  and  introducing  American  ideas. 

The  Catholic  Church  is  recognized  by  all  intelligent  men 
in  every  country  as  the  greatest  school  of  civilization  and 
refinement.     William  Hazlitt,  who  belonged  by  birth  to  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  37 

Unitarians  and  Radicals,  was  struck  \Vlien  he  became  ac- 
quainted with  Catholics  with  the  different  tone.  "As  to  man- 
ners, the  Catholics  must  be  allowed  to  carry  it,  all  over  the 
world.  The  better  sort  not  only  say  nothing  to  give  pain ;  they 
say  nothing  of  others  that  it  would  give  them  pain  to  hear 
repeated."  Thackeray  observed  in  his  Irish  Sketch  Book  that 
all  of  the  Irish  people  had  good  manners  except  the  gentry. 

But  it  is  sad  to  see  the  people  of  Celtic  descent  in  this 
country  as  well  as  in  the  U.S.A.,  forgetting  the  old  fairy- 
tales, legends,  nursery  stories,  and  popular  lore  of  their  an- 
cestors, and  becoming  as  prosaic  as  the  environment  in  which 
they  live.  In  such  an  environment  how  can  there  ever  be  pro- 
duced great  poetry,  or  humor  and  wit,  or  great  oratory?  Nay, 
the  decay  of  imagination  affects  the  intellect  itself.  About 
twenty  years  ago,  a  group  of  French  mathematicians  were  con- 
versing together  in  the  courts  of  the  Institut  de  France  after 
one  of  the  Monday  sittings  of  the  Academic  des  Sciences,  and 
were  discussing  the  best  way  to  teach  young  minds  to  advance 
in  mathematical  power.  The  great  Hermite  came  out  of  the 
building  and  joined  them;  and  he  said  "Cultivez  I'imagination, 
Messieurs;  tout  est  la.  Si  vous  voulez  des  mathematiciens, 
donnez  a  vos  enfants  a  lire  des  contes  de  fees."  Give  your 
children  fairy-tales;  expand  their  imagination,  if  you  want 
mathematicians. 

Democracies  as  a  rule  are  lacking  in  wit  and  humor.  There 
are  exceptions,  of  course,  such  as  the  Irish  and  the  Cockneys. 
The  Irish  are  as  remarkable  for  comical  humor  as  the  French 
men  of  letters  are  for  wit.  Burke  in  the  years  before  the  Am- 
erican Secession  told  the  English  that  the  Americans  were  not 
as  Mercurial  a  people  as  they.  And  when  Tocqueville  visited 
the  United  States  before  the  Irish  immigration  he  found  the 
country  as  much  more  prosaic  and  duller  than  Britain  as 
Britain  was  more  prosaic  than  France.  The  hundred  millions 
of  North  America  have  indeed  produced  a  considerable  amount 
of  political  economy  and  political  philosophy  and  of  history; 
but  what  is  their  acomplishment  in  humor  and  wit  any  more 


38  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

than  in  poetry?  The  writers  of  the  "joke-columns"  in  Ameri- 
can newspapers  have  persuaded  their  readers  that  they  are 
an  extremely  witty  and  humorous  people  by  the  simple  pro- 
cess of  stealing  the  jokes  out  of  British  newspapers  and  books 
and  covering  up  the  theft  by  telling  their  readers 
that  "the  English  have  no  humour,"  as  if  it  would 
follow  from  this  premise  that  the  Americans  have  humor! 
It  is  one  of  the  good  signs  of  the  American  people  that  some 
of  their  own  writers  at  last  have  had  the  courage  to  tell  them 
plainly  that  they  are  inferior  in  humor  to  the  English.  But 
perhaps  the  most  significant  feature  of  democracy  is  its  attach- 
ment to  the  hereditary  principle.  Thoughtless  talkers  say  that 
the  late  war  has  killed  that  principle,  whereas  it  has  produced 
a  new  form  of  it;  for  the  people  have  cried  out  to  have  the 
Victoria  Cross  granted  to  the  families  whose  fathers  have 
earned  it,  but  died  before  receiving  it.  However,  in  twenty 
years'  time  people  will  be  able  to  see  how  the  Europeans 
like  republicanism  and  independent  nationalities.  It  may  be 
that  they  will  like  such  things  no  better  than  the  thirteen 
independent  republics  on  this  side  of  the  Atlantic  after  1783 
liked  their  particularism  and  their  democracy.  A  European 
confederation  will  probably  be  the  next  act  in  the  drama. 

The  Aim  of  Education. 

"The  grand  aim  of  education, "  says  Arnold,  "should  be  to  the 
middle  class  (which  corresponds  to  what  in  this  country  is  the 
"upper  class")  to  give  largeness  of  soul  and  personal  dignity; 
to  the  lower  classes,  feeling,  gentleness,  and  humanity." 

"The  dominant  tendency  in  modern  Swiss  democracy,"  he 
reports, ' '  is  socialistic  in  the  sense  in  which  that  word  expresses 
a  principle  hostile  to  the  interests  of  true  society — the  elimina- 
tion of  Superiorities.  The  most  distinguished,  the  most  cap- 
able, the  most  high-minded  persons  in  French  Switzerland  are 
precisely  those  most  excluded  from  the  present  direction  of 
affairs,  and  are  living  in  retirement.  Instruction  may  spread 
wide  among  a  people  which  thus  ostracises  its  best  eitizens,  but 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  9$ 


it  will  with  difficulty  elevate  such  a  people. "  This  is  a  warning 
for  us. 

In  times  when  the  advocates  of  a  merely  useful,  i.e.,  techni- 
cal or  professional  education  are  advising  us  in  the  name  of 
democracy  to  imitate  American  rather  than  British  systems 
and  methods,  it  may  be  worth  while  to  listen  to  the  testimony 
of  a  very  competent  American  witness,  Captain  Edward  Vic- 
tor Rickenbacker,  an  "ace  of  aces"  among  the  Flyers,  who 
writes  as  follows,  in  "The  United  States  Air  Service,"  which 
is  the  official  organ  of  the  Army  and  Navy  Air  Service  Asso- 
ciation: "There  have  been  stories  of  the  recklessness  of  Am- 
erican fliers,  and  no  doubt  they  went  for  the  Hun  wherever 
they  could  get  at  him  .  .  ,  Now,  our  men  when  compared  with 
the  French,  indeed,  seraed  reckless;  but  compared  with  the 
Britisli,  they  seemed  cautious.  But  of  course  the  three  different 
systeMs  had  nothing  to  do  with  the  courage  of  the  three  na- 
tions or  of  individual  Frenchmen,  Americans,  or  Britons.  The 
British  were  dare-devil  as  a  matter  of  morale  and  principle  be- 
cause they  found  that  they  could  get  the  best  results  with  their 
men  in  that  way.  Right  here  I  may  mention  as  a  matter  of 
interest  that  in  point  of  maturity  for  this  work  the  English- 
man of  eighteen  is  about  even  with  the  American  of  twenty- 
two.  I  have  been  asked  why;  and  I  think  it  is  due  to  differ- 
ences in  early  education  in  the  two  countries  rather  than  to 
anj'thing  directly  connected  with  the  British  and  American 
practice  for  training  fliers. ' '  This  generous  confession  is  more 
creditable  because  this  witness  seems  from  his  name  tc  be 
of  German  descent. 

The  system  of  education  which  makes  the  Britisher  of 
eighteen  equal  in  manhood  to  the  American  of  twenty-two  de- 
serves something  else  than  the  unfavourable  comparison  which 
English  "Reformers"  are  always  making  between  everything 
in  their  own  country  and  the  foreign  countries  which  they 
idealize  because  they  know  nothing  about  them  (Omne  ignotum 
pro  magnifico  est).  Matthew  Arnold  was  an  educational  re- 
former; but  though  a  friend  of  the  United  States,  he  did  not 


40  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

place  their  education  among  the  foreign  systems  to  be  admired. 

Arnold  says,  "The  university  (e.g.)  of  Mr.  Ezra  Cornell,  a 
really  noble  monument  of  ^is  munificence,  yet  seems  to  rest  on  a 
misconception  of  what  culture  truly  is,  and  to  be  calculated  to 
produce  engineers,  or  architects,  not  light  and  sweetness. ' ' 

It  seems,  however,  that  the  directly  and  immediately  tech- 
nical or  specialist  edlication  is  not,  after  all,  the  best  for  the 
professions.  ■       ;     '  i 

"The  two  great  banes  of  humanity  are  indolence  and  self- 
conceit.  Self-conceit  is  so  noxious  because  it  arrests  man  in 
the  career  of  self-improvement ;  because  it  vulgarises  his  char- 
acter and  stops  the  growth  of  his  intellect."  "It  is  not  fatal 
to  Americans  (or  to  the  Western  half  of  Canada)  to  have  no 
effective  centres  of  high  culture;  but  it  is  fatal  to  them  to  be 
told  by  their  flatterers,  and  to  believe,  that  they  are  the  most 
intelligent  people  in  the  world,  when  of  intelligence  in  the 
true  sense  of  the  word,  they  ...  come  short."  And  he  quotes 
with  approval  a  great  French  scholar  who  says  of  the  United 
States  what  will  apply  to  some  of  our  own  Provinces :  *  *  The 
sound  instruction  of  the  people  is  an  effect  of  the  high  culture 
of  certain  classes.  The  countries  which,  like  the  United  States, 
have  created  a  considerable  popular  instruction  without  any 
serious  higher  instruction  will  long  have  to  expiate  this  fault 
by  their  intellectual  mediocrity,  their  low  standard  of  manners, 
their  superficial  spirit,  their  lack  of  general  intelligence."  Ob- 
serve that  the  word  general  is  here  used  as  opposed  to  special. 
Special  intelligence,  that  is,  technical  and  professional  instruc- 
tion is  general,  i.e.,  common  enough,  in  the  United  States. 
But  liberal  education  is  not  found  in  many  persons  there,  any 
more  than  here. 

"The  conception  of  a  'ladder'  in  education,"  wrote  the 
Anglican  Bishop  Creighton  to  a  schoolmaster,  "is  quite  wrong; 
it  does  not  correspond  to  the  facts.  If  an  education  is  to  stop 
at  twelve,  it  will  be  on  one  line  ab  initio ;  if  it  stop  at  fifteen, 
it  will  be  on  another;  and  if  at  eighteen,  on  another.  In  the 
3tudy  of  every  subject  you  have  to  allow  for  the  length  of  time 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  41 

for  which  the  course  can  be  carried  on.  If  a  boy  is  going  to 
be  educated  in  a  subject  till  eighteen,  it  does  not  matter  that 
his  knowledge  of  it  at  fourteen  should  be  in  a  confused  state. 
But  if  his  education  ends  at  thirteen  or  fourteen,  it  is  neces- 
sary that  he  should  understand  then  why  and  what  he  was 
taught."  But  if  those  who  have  to  leave  school  at  an  early 
age  in  order  to  go  to  work  are  to  have  literary  culture,  and  are 
ever  to  acquire  a  love  of  reading  and  of  knowledge,  they  must 
not  be  crammed  in  school  with  a  multitude  of  different  sub- 
jects. The  more  one  sees  of  the  young,  says  Arnold,  and  we 
may  all  from  experience  say,  "the  more  one  realizes  how  limited 
?s  the  amount  which  they  can  really  learn,  and  how  worthless 
is  much  which  they  are  taught.  Nothing  is  taught  well  except 
what  is  taught  often  and  known  familiarly.  The  Greeks  used 
to  say,  "Give  us  a  fine  thing  two  or  three  times  over!"  And 
they  were  right." 

Newman  in  one  of  his  private  letters,  concerning  a  contro- 
versy going  on  in  1859,  about  education,  says:  "It  has  struck 
me  that  not  enough  is  made,  in  comparing  systems  of  educa- 
tion, of  the  test — which  enables  a  man  to  write  best?  Now 
the  desultory  education  which  Davison  and  Copleston  (of  Oriel 
College,  Oxford)  opposed  against  the  Edinburgh  Review  (and 
Avhich  Newman  found  prevailing  in  the  Catholic  Colleges)  has 
no  teaching  to  make  men  write  well;  that  is,  it  furnishes  the 
mind  neither  with  the  fulness  of  thought  nor  the  power  of 
composition  which  is  necessary  for  good  writing.  If  this  is 
the  case,  it  is  beside  the  mark  for  A.  B.  to  claim  for  the  one 
that  it  is  'more  extended'  if  the  other  is  'more  exact  or 
thorough.'  The  question  is,  which  makes  the  mind  the  more 
effective?  This  is  an  apposite  utilitarian  argument.  How 
few  Catholics  can  compose!"  Things  have  changed  indeed 
since  tljen.  An  account  of  Copleston  and  Davison's  defence  of 
Oxford  against  Edinburgh  will  be  found  in  the  7th  of  New- 
man's Discourses  on  the  Idea  of  a  University.  And  in  the 
eighth  division  of  his  6th  Discourse  you  will  find  his  censure 
upon  that  desultory  smattering  which  "progress"  under  the 


42  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

guidance  of  the  Edinburgh  Whigs  after  1830  had  introduced 
in  place  of  the  old  education,  and  which  had  infected  even 
the  Catholic  Colleges.  Real  education  has  revived  in  England, 
thanks  to  Newman  and  Arnold,  and  no  one  could  now  say  that 
few  Catholics  know  how  to  write. 


By  Rev.  Hugh  P.  Blunt. 

I  know  the  way  My  Lady  went 

From  humble  Nazareth, 
When  to  the  hills  her  steps  she  bent, 

To  greet  Elizabeth. 
I  know  the  way  My  Lady  went, 
I  know  it  by  the  mystic  scent 
Of  lilies  tall  and  lilies  sweet, 
That  bended  them  with  joy  replete, 
To  lay  their  glories  at  Her  feet. 
Ah,  lilies,  ye  were  not  so  fair. 
Until  My  Lady  journej^ed  there. 

I  know  the  place  My  Lady  'bode 

In  Hebron's  lovely  vale. 
When  to  Elizabeth  she  showed 

Her  young  heart's  wondrous  tale. 
I  know  the  place  My  Lady  'bode, 
I  know  it  by  the  light  that  glowed 
From  lilies  tall  and  lilies  fair, 
Transfigured  as  they  listened  there 
To  her  Magnificat's  meek  prayer. 
Ah,  lilies,  not  so  sweet  ye  grew 
Till  Israel's  Lily  breathed  on  you. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  43 

From   the    Chronicles  of  a  Religious 
House 

3T  was  on  the  last  Friday  of  May,  in  the  year  in  which 
I  myself  had  been  made  gnest-master  of  the  aula  pau- 
perum,  that  there  came  to  the  house,  begging  food  and 
shelter,  that  mad  fellow  (as  we  thought  him  then)  who  made 
such  a  good  end  of  it  in  the  event.  He  was  a  very  white- 
skinnoi  young  man,  as  red  as  a  fox  in  his  hair,  with  eyes  as 
blue  as  the  sea;  he  had  nothing  with  him  but  a  great  cudgel 
and  a  little  cuisdog  that  barked  at  me  when  I  came  out ;  and  his 
clothes  were  all  in  tatters. 

I  asked  the  fellow  his  name  (when  I  had  him  set  down 
at  the  table),  and  what  he  did,  and  whence  he  came  and 
whither  he  went,  and  what  he  could  do  in  return  for  his  en- 
tertainment, as  the  custom  was ;  and  when  he  had  set  down  his 
tankard  empty  and  wiped  his  lips  (for  he  was  very  dusty 
with  his  walking),  he  made  a  very  strange  answer. 

"I  can  sing  for  you,"  he  said,  "or  play  for  you,  or  dance 
for  you,  or  limn  a  picture  for  you  ( if  you  have  the  necessaries, 
for  I  have  none).  But  I  have  no  name,  for  I  have  lost  the  one 
I  had  and  have  earned  no  other,  and  I  do  not  know  whence  I 
am  come  nor  whither  I  am  goinjz,  any  more  than  any  other  man ; 
for  the  spirit  blcweth  as  it  listeth.'" 

I  thought  him,  when  he  said  that,  to  be  one  of  those  trouble- 
some, perverse  fellows  that  haunt  religious  houses,  that  take 
all  that  they  can  get  and  will  give  nothing  in  return;  and  I 
answered  him  sharply,  telling  him  that  we  wanted  nine  of  his 
tricks,  but  honest  labour  only,  and  that  he  must  cut  a  great 
heap  of  wood  on  the  morrow  if  he  would  get  his  dinner;  and 
when  1  looked  to  see  him  grow  angry  at  what  I  said,  he 
laughed  only  in  return  and  begged  my  pardon,  and  said  that 
he  would  cut  the  wood  willingly  upon  the  next  day  if  I  vfished 
it,  or  anything  else  that  I  desired  him  to  do. 


44  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

"And  where  do  you  come  from?"  I  asked  again, 

^'Oh!  if  that  is  all  that  you  mean,  I  come  from  Malvern,"  he 
said,  and  blessed  himself,  and  set  himself  without  further 
words  at  the  dish  of  eels  that  was  before  him. 

When  I  came  back  again  a  little  later  to  see  if  he  had  done 
his  supper,  ray  heart  was  a  little  softened  towards  him,  for 
he  was  sitting  in  a  very  melancholy  fashion,  staring  before  him, 
so  that  he  did  not  appear  to  see  me,  but  started  when  I  spoke 
to  him 

''Yes,  father,"  he  said,  "I  have  finished  my  supper;  and  I 
was  thinking  of  Roger,  my  dog,  who  has  had  none." 

"I  have  given  it  to  him  myself,"  I  said.  "But  how  comes  it 
that  your  dog  has  a  name  and  his  master  none?" 

The  light  came  back  to  his  eyes  as  I  said  that;  and  he 
laughed  once  more. 

"Why,  Roger  has  earned  his  name,"  he  said,  "by  his 
faithfulness." 

"But  you  have  earned  one,  too,"  I  said,  "in  the  Sacrament 
of  Baptism." 

"I  have  forfeited  that  a  long  time  ago,"  he  answered  me, 
and  grew  melancholy  again.  Well,  it  was  then  that  I  set 
him  down  for  sure  as  a  madman ;  for  whoever  heard  that  a  man 
can  forfeit  his  name ;  and  I  made  up  my  mind  that  I  would  not 
treat  him  too  hardly. 

Now  it  has  always  been  our  custom  in  May  to  sing  Salve 
liegina  after  compline  with  the  ceremonies  proper  to  our 
Order ;  and  it  was  at  the  singing  of  that  anthem  that  I  remem- 
bered what  the  young  man  had  said  to  me.  For  when  we  were 
all  out  of  the  choir  and  ranged  before  the  Rood-screen  with 
the  candles  lighted  upon  it,  I  saw  that  he  was  kneeling  by 
the  pillar  where  Saint  Mary's  statue  is  set;  and  when  we  be- 
gan to  sing,  he  sang  too,  and  as  I  have  never  heard  except,  it 
may  be,  at  Westminster  and  one  or  two  other  places.  For  his 
voice  was  high  and  shrill,  and  yet  very  tender  too;  so  that 
I  could  listen  to  nothing  else;  and  when  we  came  to  0  clemens, 
0  pia,  my  eyes  were  full  of  tears. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  45 

On  the  morrow  morning,  after  jentaculum,  I  thought  I 
would  try  him  at  one  or  other  of  the  matters  he  had  spoken  of, 
instead  of  at  the  wood-cutting;  and  so  I  took  him  up  to  the 
scriptorium  to  see  what  he  eould  do. 

"Here  be  all  the  necessaries,"  I  said,  "the  pigments  and 
the  quills  and  a  fair  piece  of  parchment.  Let  us  see  what  you 
can  do;  and  we  will  put  by  the  wood-cutting  for  the  present." 

He  said  nothing,  but  sat  down  in  the  carrel  by  the  window 
and  looked  at  the  pigments. 

"There  is  no  gold  here,"  he  said,  "nor  burnishers." 

"No,  nor  will  be,"  I  told  him,  "till  I  see  what  you  can  do." 

Well,  I  went  away  and  came  back  again  after  text;  and, 
behold!  he  had  made  a  picture  of  that  very  statue  of  Saint 
Mary  by  which  he  had  kneeled  last  night ;  but  our  Lady  wore 
no  crown  on  her  head,  nor  bore  a  sceptre  in  her  hand;  for  he 
had  no  gold  to  make  them  with.  But  the  rest  of  the  picture 
was  as  if  our  Lady  lived  in  very  deed,  being  presented  as  a 
maiden  of  about  fifteen  years  of  age,  as  she  wes  in  the  year 
of  the  salutary  Incarnation,  and  I  could  scarcely  restrain  my 
praise,  so  fair  and  fine  she  was,  only  I  remembered  that  over 
praise  is  an  ill  thing  for  the  young. 

"You  have  done  that  well  enough,"  I  said.  "I  had  thought 
that  you  would  make  no  more  than  a  pattern  or  a  diaper." 

And  at  that  I  fetched  from  the  press  a  missal  that  was  but 
half  done,  for  the  clerk  that  had  made  it  was  dead;  and  one 
of  the  Religious  had  bought  it  at  a  sale  of  goods,  thinking  to 
finish  it;  but  had  not  done  so.  And  I  asked  the  young  man 
what  he  thought  of  it. 

"It  is  well  enough  done,"  he  said,  "but  it  is  nothing  very 
wonderful. ' ' 

"Could  you  do  better?"  I  asked  him. 

"I  could  do  it  as  well,"  he  said. 

So  I  set  him  down  to  an  initial  of  one  of  the  gospels — Ihat 
Jesus  in  civitatem  quae  vacatur  Nairn;  and  bade  him  do  his 
best  at  it ;  and  behold,  when  I  came  again  to  call  him  to  dinner, 
it  was  all  but  done,  except  the  gilding,  and  the  diaper  work. 


46  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

It  presented  the  young  man  whom  our  Saviour  raised  from  the 
dead  and  delivered  back  to  his  mother,  sitting  upright  upon  the 
bier,  and  his  skin  was  white  and  his  hair  red  and  his  eyes  all 
blue,  as  were  the  skin  and  hair  and  eyes  of  him  who  had 
limned  him ;  and  it  was  as  good  work  as  that  of  any  Religious 
of  our  house,  so  that  I  wondered  at  it. 

I  said  nothing  at  once,  as  I  leaned  over  him ;  nor  did  he. 
"But  why  have  you  made  him  so  like  yourself?"  I  said  at 
last.  "It  is  finely  done  indeed";  and  at  that  I  stopped;  for 
when  I  looked  at  him  it  was  his  eyes  that  this  time  were  wet 
with  tears.  "I  did  it,"  he  said,  "for  I  am  as  that  man  was." 
Well ;  that  was  the  beginning  of  the  confidence  that  he  gave 
me;  and,  indeed,  I  understood  very  well  why  he  had  made  the 
young  man  so,  so  soon  as  he  had  finished ;  for  this  was  the  tale 
he  told  me : 

He  had  left  his  parents  five  years  ago,  and  he  had  never 
seen  them  again;  he  had  left  them,  not  as  some  do  from  sim- 
ple perversity;  but  from  that  love  of  adventure  that  so  often 
beset-s  the  young ;  and  the  quest  on  which  he  went  was  nothing 
else  than  the  desire  of  beauty ;  at  least  that  was  what  he  said ; 
and  I  think  that  I  understood  him  rightly. 

First  of  all,  then,  when  he  was  come  to  town,  he  had  tum- 
bled straightway  into  that  slough  that  aw-aits  all  simple  coun- 
try folk  when  they  have  no  hand  to  guide  them  in  the  ways 
of  the  city;  for  it  seemed  tc  him  then,  he  told  me,  that  there 
was  no  beauty  so  great  as  that  of  the  life  lived  in  taverns  and 
amongst  roysterers.  There  was  beauty,  he  told  me,  in  the  wine 
and  the  singing,  and  the  merriment,  and  beauty  in  the  vromen, 
too,  that  consorted  there ;  and  it  was  at  this  time,  he  said,  that 
he  had  lost  his  baptismal  grace.  Then,  when,  like  the  young 
man  in  our  Saviour's  parable,  he  had  come  to  himself,  he  had 
eworn  that  he  would  no  longer  bear  the  name  that  had  been 
given  him  in  baptism,  partly  as  a  punishment  to  himself,  and 
partly  lest  shame  should  come  to  his  parents  because  of  him, 

"But  you  confessed  yourself  to  a  priest,  no  doubt,"  I  said, 
when  he  had  gone  so  far  in  his  story. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  47 

"I  did  not,"  he  said,  "and  I  will  not,  till  I  have  finished 
my  quest." 

"Well,  tell  me  the  rest,"  I  said. 

"Next,"  he  said,  "I  fell  in  with  a  company  of  players,  and 
from  them  I  learned  my  music;  and  there  again,  for  a  while, 
I  thought  that  I  had  found  what  I  sought ;  for  the  singing  would 
wrap  me  sometimes  in  a  kind  of  ecstasy  or  swoon — till  I  found 
that  the  very  beauty  of  singing  might  be  used  for  lewd  and 
evil  songs;  and  that  things  that  were  evil  might  be  disguised 
beneath  its  cloak ;  so  there,  too,  I  was  disappointed ;  and  I  left 
the  players  in  Buckingham." 

"But  the  abuse  of  a  thing  taketh  not  away  its  use,"  I  said. 
^'Ahusus  non  tollit  usum.'" 

"Wait  a  little,  father,"  he  said  to  me. 
Then,  it  appeared  that  he  fell  in  with  an  apostate  Religious 
who  travelled  the  country ;  and  it  was  from  this  poor  sinner — 
I  will  not  tell  to  what  Order  he  belonged — that  he  learned  the 
art  of  limning  on  parchment;  and  here,  too,  for  a  while,  he 
thought  hat  he  had  found  what  he  sought,  till  he  learned  that 
the  fellow  used  his  art  to  make  evil  pictures  with,  which  he 
sold  at  a  higher  price  than  holy  ones — a  horror,  indeed,  and  yet 
but  one  more  illustration  of  our  Saviour's  words  when  He  tells 
us  that  the  children  of  this  world  are  wiser — ^aye  and  more 
open-handed,  too,  than  the  children  of  light.  So  here,  too,  he 
was  disappointed. 

Then  he  turned  to  the  world  that  God  had  made,  on  which 
he  had  never  thought  greatly;  and  here,  too,  in  the  song  of 
birds  in  the  dawn,  and  in  the  high  woods  at  noon,  and  in  the 
sunlight,  and  in  the  white  peace  of  moonshine,  and  in  the 
colours  of  the  sea  and  the  clouds,  he  thought  that  he  had 
found  the  beauty  that  he  sought ;  till  he  learned  that  here,  too, 
lay  corruption  beneath,  and  that  the  robin  who  sang  so  high 
and  bravely  had  slain  the  parents  that  gave  him  life,  and  that 
the  sun  and  the  moon  struck  men  mad,  as  well  as  lighting  them, 
and  that  dead  men's  bones  rolled  to  and  fro  under  the  blue 
waves. 


48  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

"It  was  very  bitter  to  me,  father,"  he  said,  "when  I  found 
that  in  the  very  works  of  God  Himself  beauty  was  but  a  cover- 
ing for  something  else;  for  what,  then,  is  beauty?  That  there 
was  beauty  in  the  wine  and  the  women,  and  in  the  singing 
of  the  players,  and  in  the  colours  and  lines  of  the  apostate 
Religious,  and  in  the  world  I  lived  in,  I  cannot  even  now  deny. 
What,  then,  is  this  heauty  that  is  not  all  alike  ?  The  sea  saith, 
Holy  Job  tells  us.  It  is  not  in  me.  Where,  then,  is  the  place 
of  understanding?  That  was  what  I  meant,  father,  when  I 
said  that  I  knew  not  whence  I  came  nor  whither  I  went.  All 
I  know  is  that  I  must  seek  that  beauty  till  I  find  it.  I  have 
found  it  in  but  one  thing  on  God's  earth  which  has  not  yet  dis- 
appointed me;  and  that  is,  in  my  dog  Roger,  for  his  faith- 
fulness to  me." 

Now,  when  he  said  that,  in  one  instant  my  understanding 
was  enlightened ;  for  I  was  all  bewildered  with  his  strange 
manner  of  speech  and  his  fancies,  and  with  the  thought  that 
a  young  man  such  as  this  should  be  still  in  a  state  of  mortal 
sin  and  would  not  rise  out  of  it.  But  when  he  spoke  of  his 
dog,  God  enlightened  me  as  to  what  I  should  say.  "Listen 
to  me,"  I  said — for  I  had  forgotten  all  about  his  diriner,  and 
so,  I  think,  had  he — "Listen  to  me. 

"You  are  on  that  quest,"  I  said,  "on  which  every  sort  of 
man  is  bent,  though  few  know  it,  and  fewer  still  even  of  these 
have  the  words  to  speak  of  it  in;  and  you  have  found  what 
you  seek  in  the  one  thing  only  in  which  it  lies,  which  is  Faith- 
fulness, for  in  wine  and  in  women  it  is  there  only  so  far  as 
they  are  faithful  to  that  for  which  God  made  them ;  and  in  mu- 
sic it  is  there  only  so  far  as  the  notes  and  the  melody  follow 
the  laws  which  should  guide  them;  and  so,  too,  in  limning — 
a  false  limner,  or  one  who  uses  his  art  for  evil,  makes  as  great 
a  breach  against  faithfulness  (though  in  another  manner)  as 
one  who  sets  colours  together  which  God  has  never  set  together. 
And  it  is  so  even  in  the  world  which  God  has  made;  for  its 
beauty  is  destroyed,  as  you  yourself  have  said,  so  soon  as  death, 
which  rises  from  man's  unfaithfulness  and  from  the  fall  of  our 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  49 

First  Parents,  enters  in.  It  is  in  faithfulness- — that  is  in  obe- 
dience to  Order — that  "beauty  alone  can  be  found.  How,  then, 
will  you  ever  find  beauty,  if  you  yourself  are  not  faithful? 
For  we  cannot  even  seek  God  Himself  Who  is  Aibsolute 
Beauty,  since  He  is  Absolute  Order,  until  we  first  possess 
Him." 

This  was  what  I  said  to  him,  waving  my  hands,  for  it  was 
not  I  that  spoke,  but  the  Spirit  of  Counsel  which,  as  our  Sa- 
viour saith,  shall  be  given  in  that  day  to  those  that  ask.  For 
when  I  had  done  the  young  man  was  staring  on  me  with  his 
face  fallen  and  his  eyes  all  amazed,  so  that  I  was  abashed 
at  the  sight.  Then  he  beat  suddenly  on  the  tabl«  before  him 
with  his  open  hand,  so  that  the  pencils  danced  on  the  table. 

*'By  God!  father,"  he  cried,  "you  have  given  me  the  key 
to  all.  I  did  not  know  that  old  men  knew  so  much!"  (But 
he  said  this  without  offence  in  his  heart ;  for  he  spoke  to  him- 
self rather  than  to  me.) 

This,  then,  was  the  beginning  of  his  conversion ;  for  it  was 
then  that  he  told  me  all  those  particular  matters  which  he  had 
held  back — such  matters  as  his  name  and  that  of  his  parents — 
for  he  was  well  born,  though  I  had  not  guessed  it  at  the  first. 

When  I  took  him  to  dinner  at  last,  which  was  all  cold, 
though  he  cared  little  enough  for  that,  he  had  given  me  his 
promise  that  he  would  confess  himself  and  be  shriven  that 
same  evening,  and  so  he  was.  "For,"  said  he,  "first  I  must 
have  that  order  in  my  soul  that  is  the  key  to  all  else.  Tell  me 
again,  what  was  that  which  you  said  as  to  seeking  and  find- 
ing?" 

I  told  him  again  that  it  was  not  I  "but  some  spiritual  man 
or  other  who  had  first  said  that  we  could  not  even  seek  for 
God  unless  we  had  first  found  Him;  and  I  added  other  words 
of  my  own,  too,  in  comment  upon  our  Saviour's  saying  that 
the  Kingdom  of  God  is  within  us,  whence  we  understand  that 
the  Kingdom  within  is  the  key  to  the  Kingdom  that  lies  with- 
out ;  and  he  thanked  me  for  my  words  and  marvelled  aloud 


50  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

as  to  how  it  was  that  a  Religious  man  who  had  left  the  world 
should  know  more  of  it  than  another  man  who  lives  in  it. 

Well,  the  last  that  I  saw  of  him  was  two  days  after  when 
he  went  from  us  again  with  Roger,  his  dog,  following  at  his 
heels,  and  I  thought  of  how  it  is  written  that  out  of  the  mouths 
of  infants- — that  is  of  those  who  cannot  speak — infantes — God 
perfects  praise;  and  how  again  it  was  an  ass  rather  than  an 
angel  that  converted  Balaam.  And  the  next  that  I  heard  of 
him  was  that  he  had  made  his  profession  in  a  house  of  Cis- 
tercians, Where,  I  doubt  not,  to  this  day  he  not  only  follows 
after,  but  possesses  also  that  Beauty  which  for  so  long  he  had 
sought  in  vain:  for  they  who  eat  me  hunger  yet,  and  they  who 

drink  me  thirst  yet. 

—ROBERT  HUGH  BENSON. 


By  SiSTEE  M.  Lucy,  O.S.B. 

Lord,  Thou  knowest! — then  in  silence 

Let  me  rest; 
Leaving  every  ''how"  and  "therefore" 

Unexpressed ; 
Placing,  too,  the  slips  and  blunders 

In  Thy  Hands, 
Conscious  only  that  my  Jesus 

Understands. 

For  Thou  knowest  that  I  love  Thee — 

Yes,  I  do! 
(Save  Thyself,  who  would  believe  that 

It  is  true?) 
But  Thou  knowest— knowest,— KNOWEST! 

Love  Divine. 
And  ....  what  else  have  I  to  tell  Thee, 

Jesu  mine? 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  51 

Star    Fairies 

"Make  friendship  with  the  stars." — Mrs.  Sigourney. 
By  Edith  R.  Wilson,  M.A. 

SHERE  is  a  beautiful,  old,  English  fairy  tale  which  tells 
the  story  of  a  child  who,  falling  asleep  on  a  mos-sy  bank, 
in  some  thickly  wooded  glen,  is  visited  by  the  spirits  of  the 
flowers.  Primrose  and  Violet,  and  Anemone,  Daffodil,  Crocus, 
and  Bloodroot,  one  by  one,  they  present  themselves,  whispering 
to  her  all  manner  of  beautiiful  truths  from  Nature.  As  the 
evening  dews  fall,  they  waken  her,  and  pointing  to  the  sky, 
explain  that  the  dew  is  from  the  tears  of  their  sister  star- 
fairies  above,  and  as  the  little  one  of  our  tale  hastens  home- 
ward under  the  friendly  guidance  of  the  rising  stars,  we  would 
linger  awhile,  in  the  mild,  spring  twilight,  to  make  acquaint- 
ance with  some  of  these  fairies  of  the  sky,  so  little  known  and 
so  little  loved  by  us  cold  m'ortals  of  modern  days.  They  have 
not  always  been  thus  unloved,  however,  Eastern  shepherds  of 
the  far,  dim  past  knew  them  well  and  greeted  them  as  friends ; 
while  the  wandering  Arabs  of  the  desert  hold  silent  commune 
with  them  still.  Witness  the  words  spoken  by  the  Sheikh 
Ilderim.  to  Ben  Hur,  at  the  Orchard  of  Palms:  "Thou  canst 
not  know  how  much  we  Arabs  depend  upon  the  stars ;  we  bor- 
row their  names  in  gratitude  and  give  them  in  love."  Can  not 
we,  too,  share  a  little  in  this  fairy  lore  of  the  skies?  No  won- 
der that  we  lose  sight  of  the  multitudinous,  glancing  eyes 
above  us,  as  we  stand  in  the  glare  of  the  crowded  city  street, 
where  gas  and  electric  light  combine  to  dazzle  us  with  their 
earthborn  rays,  but  if  we  turn  to  watch  them  rise  through  the 
solemn  vista  of  the  arching  trees,  on  some  soft.  Spring  even- 
ing, when  their  spreading  branches  have  but  just  mantled 
themselves  in  raiment  of  tenderest  green,  when  violet  and 
anemone  lie  fragrant  beneath  our  feet,  shall  we  not  feel  some- 


52  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

thing  of  their  gentle  influence?     Longfellow,  long  ago,,  found 
a  link  between  stars  and  flowers  when  he  wrote : 

"Spake  full  well,  in  language  quaint  and  olden. 
One  who  dwelleth  by  the  castled  Rhine, 
When  he  called  the  flowers,  so  blue  and  golden. 
Stars  that  in  Earth's  firmament  do  shine," 

Reciprocally,  then,  if  flowers  are  stars  of  earth,  the  stars  are 
flowers  of  heaven,  and  flowerlike,  as  the  seasons  change,  they 
pass  in  ever  varying  array  before  us.  Have  Ave  ever  given  a 
thought  to  these  flowers?  These  fairies  of  the  glancing  eyes 
looking  down  upon  us  from  the  blue  above?  Look  up,  through 
the  nodding,  lace-like  branches  of  the  trees.  What  fairy  star 
burns  so  brightly  just  above  them?  It  is  Arcturus,  the  herald 
star  of  Spring,  who  comes  to  us  with  the  crocus  and  the  daffodil. 
How  his  fairy  crown  glitters  as  he  hangs  poised  in  the  far 
North  East!  He  is  marshalling  the  stars  of  his  domain  out 
of  the  airy  fold  we  stupidly  call  the  "dipper."  Merrily  they 
<^ome  forth  as  he  beckons  them,  one  by  one,  to  begin  their 
mazy  dance  across  the  arctic  sky.  Even  as  we  watch,  point 
after  point  of  scintillating  light  appears.  Singly,  or  in  groups 
of  two  or  three,  these  tAvinkling,  silver-footed  elves  take  their 
places  in  the  circling  dance  and,  joining  hands,  drift  slowly, 
slowly  westward.  Through  the  long  hours  of  the  night  they 
play  hide  and  seek  through  celestial  depths,  until  at  length 
advancing  Dawn  closes  their  roguish  eyes  with  her  roseate 
fingers,  or  catches  them  in  her  filmy  veil  and  they  vanish  from 
our  sight,  yet  not  wholly;  still  here  and  there,  a  few  of  the 
brighter  orbs  persist  till  their  starry  eyes  catch  and  reflect  the 
deepening  glow  of  morning,  when, — on  a  sudden, — they  fade 
and  are  lost  in  the  fire-mist  which  hangs  above  the  horizon. 
But  as  we  stand,  still  watching,  in  the  early  even,  we  note  one 
star  who  holds  aloof  from  his  fellows,  taking  no  part  in  their 
merry  rout.  He  is  the  lode-star  of  the  sky,  the  sentinel  star 
of  heaven,  Polaris,  we  moderns  name  him.  But  long  ago  he 
was  known  as  the  Guardian  Star,  for  to  him  is  committed  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  53 

care  of  the  treasure  trove  of  heaven,  the  celestial  tree  whose 
branches  are  hung  with  gleaming  diamond  and  translucent 
pearl,  ruby  and  carbuncle,  and  emerald,  and  all  manner  of 
celestial  jewelry,  or,  as  some  would  have  it,  he  stands  aloft 
guarding  the  treasure  mountain  of  fairyland,  whose  jewelled 
halls  lie  hidden,  fathom  deep,  beneath  the  pale,  blue  ice  of 
the  Northern  Pole.  Motionless  he  hangs  poised  above,  with 
sword  drawn,  his  keen  eye  fixed  on  that  of  the  fiery  dragon 
whom  astronomers  still  know  as  Draco,  the  Serpent  of  the 
North.  Even  in  star  land,  all  fairy  powers  are  not  friendly, 
and  the  envious  dragon  draws  his  coils  more  tightly  around 
our  faithful  sentinel  as  summer  advances,  and  rears  his  venom- 
ous crest,  while  from  his  fiery  eyes,  Etanim  and  Rasta'ben, 
fierce  lightnings  dart,  which  descend  to  earth  as  meteor 
streams.  We  may  have  seen  them  at  times  during  our  May 
nights  and  thought  of  them  only  as  vagrant  spray  from  fairy 
fires  above.  Our  sentinel  stirs  not,  keeping  faithful  vigil  till 
dawn  appears  to  close  the  eyes  of  the  great  Serpent  who  is 
indeed  the  evil  genius  of  the  sky;  envious  of  all,  because  de- 
prived of  the  guardian  ship  of  this  same  fairy  treasure  once 
allotted  to  his  care.  The  gentle  Moon  has  incurred  his  anger, 
too,  by  crossing  his  path  at  night,  as  all  knew  who  have  read 
in  Southey's  poem,  the  story  of  "Rahu  and  Kitu"  (see 
Southey's  Curse  of  Kehana :  Canto  X.,  notes  40  and  41).  But 
look!  What  is  that  star  of  turquoise  hue,  rising  in  the  far 
South  East?  Like  a  blue  com  flower  she  seems  to  stand  alone 
amid  summer  fields,  for  the  stars  around  her  are  far  and 
faint.  This  is  Spica,  the  harvest  maiden  whom  the  Arabs 
name,  Al  Sumballah.  She  bears  a  sheaf  of  wheat  in  her  hand, 
for  although  she  comes  to  us  with  the  May  flowers  and  sweet 
tokens  of  early  summer,  yet  she  lingers  until  harvest,  when 
King  Sol  himself  enters  into  her  tent  and  she  hides  away  from 
mortal  sight,  hoping  to  meet  her  royal  bridegroom.  For  though 
she  seems  but  a  humble  gleaner  in  celestial  fields,  Sumballah 
is  an  exiled  princess,  guarded  by  four  royal  stars  until  the 
King  himself  shall  come  to  lead  her  once  more  to  her  throne. 


54  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

We  see  one  of  her  princely  guardians  in  the  lion-star,  Regulus, 
who  precedes  her  on  her  Westward  way.  We  can  know  him  at 
once  by  his  tunic  of  gleaming  white,  as  he  glints  down  upon 
us  from  overhead,  drawing  his  fairy  bow  at  times  (which  bring 
our  April  showers)  to  disperse  all  hostile  sprites.  To  each  of 
the  four  royal  stars  it  was  granted  to  protect  the  exiled  maiden 
for  3,000  years.  Three  of  the  guardians  proved  faithful  to 
their  task,  but  the  fourth,  alas !  he  of  the  fiery  heart  who  chose 
the  scorpion  for  his  emblem,  so  far  forgot  his  fairy  honour 
and  knighthood  as  to  seek  to  win  the  enchanted  princess  for 
himself!  Then  the  Sun  King  arose  in  his  majesty  and  placed 
a  star  barrier  between  the  two,  so  that  the  Scorpion  prince 
could  never  approach  the  harvest  maiden.  We  mortals  know 
it  as  the  constellation  Libra,  or  the  Balance.  It  is  the  con- 
stellation of  the  autumnal  equinox,  and  when  the  sun  passes 
between  its  two  equally  poised  stars  the  fall  days  and  nights 
are  equal.  It  is  said  that  since  those  days,  the  light  of  the 
traitor  star  has  grown  dimmer.  We  can  see  him  if  we  will 
tarry  now  but  a  little,  rising  up  in  the  South  East.  His  eye  is 
a  fiery  red;  his  tunic  of  palest  green,  shimmering  around  him 
like  some  wind^tossed  ocean  wave,  flecked  with  phosphorus. 
(Astronomers  speak  of  it  as  a  nebula  photographed  by  Barnard 
in  1895,  but  they  know  little  of  fairy  lore).  If  we  eould  watch 
till  the  sky  darkened  to  ebony  on  some  moonless  night,  we 
might  see  star  after  star,  in  the  cohort  of  this  traitor  prince, 
drawing  around  him,  until  together  they  assume  the  shape 
of  an  enormous  scorpion,  which  in  late  summer  evenings,  fills 
the  whole  South  Western  horizon.  But  we  must  turn  our 
glance  elsewhere.  Look  up  again,  and  see  where  the  ''Seven 
Fairy  Sisters"  gleam  in  the  West.  Linked  together  by  a  pearly 
girdle,  their  twinkling  feet  powdered  with  star  dust,  they 
move  through  the  devious  ways  of  a  fairy  eotillion.  Now  in, 
now  out,  now  hither,  now  thither ;  so  swiftly,  so  bewilderingly, 
we  poor  mortals  can  scarcely  discern  them  separately,  but  see 
them  rather  as  a  hazy  tangle  of  light,  known  astronomically  as 
the  Pleiades.     Yet  these  same  seven  sky  sisters,  hold  a  very 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  53 


important  relation  to  some  earth-born  maidens,  who  are  wont 
on  All  Hallow  Eve,  to  tempt  the  fates  to  reveal  to  them  their 
destinies.  For  be  it  known,  it  is  on  this  very  night  that  the 
"Seven  Sisters"  hold  their  maddest,  merriest  revelry,  for  then 
they  ''culminate"  or  pass  the  meridan  line  of  the  sky  at  mid- 
night, and  stellar  folk  lore  tells  us  they  preside  over  all  magic 
rites  of  that  evening  and  control  their  issue.  So  maidens  should 
beware !  Poets  innumerable  have  sung  of  the  Seven  starry 
Sisters.    Of  them,  Tennyson  says  in  Locksley  Hall: 

"Many  a  night  I  watched  the  Pleiades,  rising  through  the 
mellow  shade. 
Glitter  like  a  swarm  of  fire-flies,  tangled  in  a  silver  braid." 

Though  we  know  them  by  their  Greek  name  of  "Pleiades," 
yet  they  are  older  than  the  Greeks.  A  mystery  hangs  around 
them  we  may  not  solve.  For  none  can  tell  their  age,  nor, 
watch  as  we  may,  fathom  the  distance  from  which  they  throw 
their  light  earthward.  There  is  no  nation,  nor  even  savage 
tribe,  but  knows  these  Seven  little  Sisters.  Many  hold  festivals 
in  their  honour,  as  the  old  Hindu  feast  of  Lamps,  or  that  of 
Lanterns  in  Japan.  So  too  the  Aztees,  as  described  by  Prescott, 
and  the  Druids.  Some  say  their  glancing  feet  mark  the  very 
centre  of  the  celestial  sphere.  Others,  that  they  are  starry 
fortune  tellers,  who,  as  they  throw  their  white  arms  upward, 
are  staking  the  fortunes  of  men  for  the  fairy  walnuts  they 
catch  on  their  silver  castanets.  But  for  all  their  ^vitchery,  they 
have  not  been  masters  of  their  own  fate ;  for  many  years  ago, 
a  fairy  prince,  known  to  us  as  the  wonderful  Southern  Star, 
Conopus,  stole  away  from  the  unwilling  group,  the  youngest 
and  fairest  little  sister,  leaving  but  six  remaining,  although  the 
name  "seven"  still  persists.  The  lost  Pleiad  was  'borne  by  her 
bridegroom  to  his  home  in  the  far  South,  and,  immediately, 
the  beautiful  star.  Eta,  blazed  forth  before  his  throne.  For  a 
while  she  shone  radiant  with  her  new  happiness.  But  in  time, 
she  became  homesick  for  her  lost  sisters.  Then  her  eyes  grew 
dim  with  tears  and  her  light  paled,  till  she  won  from  her  royal 


56  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


bridegroom  permission  to  return  from  time  to  time  to  revisit 
her  old  home.  At  such  seasons,  dwellers  in  the  South  mourn 
the  extinction  of  their  beautiful  Star  "Eta,"  near  Canopus, 
while  those  Northern  latitudes  marvel  at  the  unusual  brilliancy 
of  the  Pleiades.  Of  course,  astronomers  pooh  pooh  the  idea  of 
stellar  bridals, — and  seek  to  explain  the  facts  m  terms  of 
"stellar  variability."  This  is  not  unnatural,  since,  versed  as 
they  are  in  stellar  laws,  they  knew  little  of  its  lore,  and  fairies 
do  not  give  their  confidence  to  those  who  look  on  them  too 
coldly.  More  remarkable  it  is  that  an  old  English  poet  should 
have  written  that  he  "envied  not  the  stars  in  their  courses," 
since  "love"  to  them  was  "unknown."  The  stars  could  have 
told  him  far  otherwise,  had  he  but  deigned  to  question  them. 
Those  who  know  our  star  fairies  well,  can  tell  of  many  a  tale  of 
true  love  among  them.  Time  will  suffer  us  to  relate  only  one 
other ;  but  this  is  a  notable  one,  since  it  concerns  the  brightest 
star  of  all  the  galazy.  Turn  your  eyes  toward  the  Southern 
horizon  and  you  Avill  recognize  him  at  once  by  his  surpassing 
brilliancy;  he  is  tlie  very  prince  imperial  of  fairy  lovers! 
Many  ages  since,  so  runs  fairy  chronicle,  two  burning  stars, 
Zulamith  the  Bold  and  Salami  the  Fair,  dwelt  on  either  side 
of  the  i\Iilky  Way,  Across  this  shining  chasm  they  gazed  into 
each  other's  eyes  and  felt  their  hearts  beat  as  one!  For  many 
centuries  they  sighed  in  vain  to  meet,  but  at  length, — having 
toiled  for  thousands  of  years, 

"In  lo^^e's  all  powerful  mi^ht, 
From  out  the  Milky  Way  they  framed  a  bridge  of  shining 
light." 

On  this  they  crossed,  and  then, — 
"Straight  rushed  into  each  other's  arms  and  melted  into  one. 

And  so  became  the  brightest  star  in  heaven's  high  arch  that 
dwelt, 
Great  Sirius,  the  mighty  sun  beneath  Orion's  belt." 

For  his  modern  name,  "Sirius,"  means  "brightness"  and 
"heat."    Although  astronomers  laugh  at  this  tale,  they  are  yet 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


57 


obliged  to  adiinit  that  Sirius  has  a  ''companion,"  too  near  to  be 
seen  separately  except  by  a  most  powerful  telescope,  through 
one  of  which  it  was  duly  discovered  in  1862.  Also  the  star's 
"proper  station"  is  such  as  to  show  that  at  some  remote 
time,  possibly  60.000  years  ago,  it  must  have  been  located  on 
the  opposite  side  of  the  Galaxy,  or  Milky  Way.  So  much 
science  can  tell  us,  but  can  it  explain  hov/  all  this  should  have 
been  known  to  an  Arab  astronomer  of  the  10th  century — long 
before  telescopes  were  thought  of,  or  "proper  motions"  re- 
corded ? 

EDITOR'S  NOTE:  We  are  very  grateful  to  our  kind  and  learned 
contributor  for  this  delightful  bit  of  star  fairy  lore.  The  article  on 
the  Catholic  astronomer,  the  late  Miss  Agnes  Gierke,  which  appeared 
ia  our  last  issue,  is  also  from  the  versatile  pen  of  Miss  Wilson,  who 
is  herself  an  astronomer  of  some  note. 


FAULTS. 

They  came  to  tell  your  faults  to  me, 
They  named  them  over  one  by  one; 
I  laughed  aloud  when  they  were  do*ie, 

I  knew  them  all  so  well  before — 
Oh,  they  were  blind,  too  blind  to  see 

Your  faults  had  made  me  love  you  more. 

SARA  TEASDALE. 


58  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Slj^  Saturn 

Golden  through  the  golden  morning 

Who  is  this  that  comes? 
With  the  pride  of  banners  lifted, 

With  the  roll  of  drums. 

With  that  self-same  triumph  shining 

In  the  ardent   glance, 
That  divine  bright  Fate-defiance 

That  you  bore  to  France. 

You !  but  0  'er  your  grave  in  Flanders 

Blow  the  Winter  gales, 
Still  for  sorrow  of  your  going 

All  life's  laughter  fails. 

Borne  on  flutes  of  Dawn,  the  answer — 

"O'er  the  foam's  white  track, 
God's   work  done,   so  to  'Our  homeland 

Comes  her  hosting  back." 

Come  the  dead  men  with  the  live  men, 

From  the  marshes  far — 
From  the  mounds  in  No  Man's  Valley, 

Lit  by  cross  nor  star." 

"Come  to  blend  with  hers  the  essence 

Of  their  strength  and  pride, 
All  the  radiance  of  the  dreaming 

For  whose  truth  they  died." 

So  the  dead  men  with  the  live  men 

Pass  an  hosting  fair. 
And  the  stone  is  rolled  forever 

From  the  heart's  despair." 

— Eleanor  Rogers  Cox,  iu  the  Century  Magazine. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  59 

History  and  Methods  of  the  Society  of 
St.  Vincent  de  Paul 


® 


By  Irene  C.  Ball. 

..  HE  St.  Vincent  De  Paul  Society  is  a  world-wide  organiza- 
fjf  tion  of  Catholic  laymen,  associated  for  mutual  encour- 
agement in  the  practice  of  a  Christian  life  by  helping 
the  poor  and  unfortunate.  The  aim  and  works  of  the  Society 
are  essentially  supernatural,  done  for  the  love  of  God,  for  the 
sanctification  of  the  members  and  for  that  of  their  neighbours. 
The  Society  was  founded  over  eighty  years  ago  in  the  dingy 
back  office  of  a  Paris  newspaper,  through  the  efforts  of  Frederic 
Ozanam,  a  student  at  the  University  of  Paris.  He  was  horn 
at  Milan,  April  23,  1813,  to  parents  of  Jewish  origin.  His  fa- 
ther, a  practising  physician,  soon  moved  to  Lyons,  and  it  was 
here  that  the  first  half  of  his  life  was  spent.  The  circumstances 
of  his  upbringing  were  commonplace.  He  was  a  healthy  child, 
distinguished  from  early  childhood  by  great  sensitiveness  and 
kindness  of  heart  and  was  intelligent  and  earnesit  at  school, 
giving  promise  of  a  brilliant  future.  His  parents  were  sincerely 
religious  and  very  charitable.  His  father  devoted  a  fixed  por- 
tion of  his  time  to  the  service  of  the  sick  poor,  and  was  as- 
sisted in  this  work  by  his  wife.  In  such  surroundings  Fred- 
eric learned  to  be  tender  and  sensitive  to  the  ills  of  others, 
never  to  separate  his  faith  from  his  works  and  always  to  see 
Christ  Himself  in  the  person  of  the  poor.  Thus  he  was  being 
prepared  for  the  great  work  which  God  had  destined  for  him, 
and  which  was  to  spread  so  promptly  and  so  widely. 

During  the  years  he  studied  rhetoric  and  philosophy,  he 
experienced  bitter  trials  of  unrest  and  temptations  to  skeptic- 
ism. One  day  he  went  into  church  and  prayed  to  be  delivered 
from  such  trials,  promising  that  "if  God  gave  him  light  tO'  see 

*  Newman  Hall  Prize  Essay,  University  of  California. 


60  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

the  truth,  lie  would  forever  after  devote  himself  to  its  defence." 
His  faith  triumphed  over  every  doubt,  and  from  that  day  on 
Ozanara  Avas  most  zealous  in  the  practice  of  his  religion,  and 
showed  his  loyalty  to  the  Catholic  Church  in  every  act  cf  his 
life. 

At  the  age  of  seventeen  he  bad  finished  his  studies  wi^ 
great  distinction.  His  father  was  anxious  that  he  study  law, 
but  dreaded  risking  his  faith  and  morals  in  Paris.  He  placed 
him  in  an  attorney's  office  at  Lyons,  and  here  Ozanam  stayed 
over  a  year. 

The  storm  which  had  overthrown  France  a  generation 
earlier,  had  in  its  way  abolished  religion.  Charles  X.  in  his 
fall  seemed  to  pull  down  with  him  the  power  and  influence  of 
the  Church  of  France.  The  forces  of  private  thought,  as  well 
as  those  of  public  life,  began  to  be  directed  in  bitterness  against 
her.  So  completely  were  men  estranged  from  Religion,  and 
so  utterly  did  they  neglect  its  practice,  that  the  sight  of  a  man 
in  church  caused  great  excitement.  Priests  were  afraid  to  go 
in  ordinary  dress  along  the  public  streets.  Practically  no 
educated  man,  and  few  even  of  the  uneducated,  called  them- 
selves by  Christian  names.  The  schools,  too,  were  frankly  most 
unbelieving. 

Such  was  the  condition  of  Paris  when  Frederic  Ozanam  en- 
tered the  Ecole  de  Droit  as  a  student  in  the  autumn  of  1831,  at 
the  age  of  eighteen  years.  Dr.  Ozanam  realized  that  his  son 
possessed  an  earnestness  of  mind  and  solidity  of  faith  w-hich 
would  protect  him  against  the  dangens  of  the  Capital.  Frederic 
disliked  pleasure-loving  Paris  from  the  very  start.  At  his 
boarding  house  he  was  thrown  among  young -men  utterly  des- 
titute of  religion  and  with  no  respect  for  its  ordinances.  He 
was  ridiculed  for  his  strictness,  so  he  finally  isolated  himself 
from  their  society  by  taking  his  recreation  in  his  books.  He 
commenced  to  take  a  strong  interest  in  the  philosophical  dis- 
cussions which  had  begun  to  agitate  society.  He  grieved  over 
the  universal  irreligion  and  spread  of  skepticism  around  him, 
and  longed  to  establish  a  countervailing  influence.     He  v/as 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  61 

deeply  impressed  with  the  conviction  that  ''there  was  a  grave 
and  very  important  mission  to  be  carried  on  by  young  men 
in  society."  He  rejoiced  that  he  was  born  at  a  time  when 
he  might  be  useful  in  doing  good,  and  the  dream  of  his  youth 
and  the  aim  of  his  studies  was  to  prove  the  beauty,  excellence, 
and  truth  of  Christianity,  and  to  show  how  religion  is  glorified 
by  history.  He  felt  that  the  present  needs  of  soeiety  required 
a  new  order  of  things,  but  what  the  new  basis  of  it  was  to  be 
was  a  problem  yet  unsolved. 

He  found  only  a  few  Catholic  students  at  the  Sorbonne.  He 
cultivated  their  acquaintance,  and  soon  the  many  differences 
which  separated  them  from  their  fellow-students  made  them 
sincere  friends,  ^lany  of  the  professors  were  Voltaireans,  and 
they  never  lost  an  opportunity  of  casting  ridicule  upon  the 
doctrines  of  Chirstianity.  One  of  these,  the  professor  of  philo- 
sophy, Jouffroy  by  name,  tried  in  his  lectures  to  prove  the  im- 
possibility of  Revelation,  Ozanam  was  indignant  at  the  un- 
soundness and  one-sidedness  of  the  arguments,  and  drew  up  a 
protest  which  he  forwarded  to  the  Professor,  who  promised 
to  reply.  After  a  few  weeks'  delay,  however,  he  dismissed  the 
objections  with  a  few  contemptuous  remarks. 

Nothing  daunted,  Ozanam  then  summoned  all  the  Catholics 
he  could  discover  among  the  students,  and  drew  up  a  fonnal 
protest,  which  fifteen  of  them  signed.  This  protest  was  read 
out  in  the  lecture  room  before  the  whole  body  of  students,  with 
the  result  that  Professor  Jouffroy  apologized,  and  promised 
that  in  the  future  he  would  not  attack  their  religious  beliefs. 
Such  a  bold  step  could  not  fail  to  attract  the  attention  of  the 
pu'blic.  Many  Catholic  students  rallied  to  the  support  of 
Ozanam  and  his  little  band.  Evening  meetings  were  organized 
for  the  discussion  of  subjects  of  common  interest.  Little  by 
little  there  meetings  grew  into  a  debating  society.  Through 
the  generosity  of  a  friend  a  large  hall  was  hired  and  students 
of  all  religious  beliefs  were  invited  to  join  in  the  debates. 
Many  noted  men  soon  began  to  attend  these  meetings. 

Ozanam,  the  recognized  leader  of  the  Catholic  party,  felt  the 


62  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

need  of  drawing  the  young  Catholic  students  more  closely  to- 
gether, as  the  attacks  on  the  Church  by  the  anti-Catholic  party 
continued.  He  suggested  that  the  Catholics  should  meet  once 
a  week  at  one  another's  homes, to  decide  upon  their  scheme  of 
action,  so  as  to  present  a  more  united  front  at  the  general 
meeting  or  debate.  He  suggested  that  at  the  same  time  they 
might  further  utilize  these  private  meetings  by  the  performance 
of  some  good  works,  which  would  show  far  better  than  words 
that  "the  truths  of  Christianity  are  eternal  and  will  ever  yield 
in  the  heart  of  man  inspirations  to  the  highest  and  noblest 
acts  of  love  for  God  and  the  most  unselfish  devotion  to  his 
neighbour."  By  this  means  they  could  answer  the  taunts  of 
their  adversaries,  who  turned  from  arguments  to  ridicule,  say- 
ing, "Indeed,  you  who  boast  of  being  Catholics,  what  do  you 
do?  Where  are  the  works  which  prove  your  faith  and  which 
would  make  us  admit  it  and  respect  it." 

His  friends,  impressed  with  the  value  of  his  ideas,  consulted 
Professor  Bailly,  editor  of  the  Tribune  Catholique.  This  good 
man,  realizing  the  significance  of  the  situation,  encouraged 
them  in  their  work,  and  invited  them  to  meet  at  the  offices  of 
his  paper.  It  was  in  this  office  in  May,  1833,  that  the  first 
meeting  marking  the  establishment  of  the  great  Society  of  St. 
v^incent  de  Paul  was  held.  Professor  Bailly  was  the  presiding 
officer  and  there  were  eight  young  men  present. 

They  chose  as  their  patron,  St.  Vincent  de  Paul  and  modeled 
their  rules  upon  the  same  principles  that  were  in  vogue  in  the 
seventeenth  century.  The  rules  adopted  at  the  first  meeting 
were  very  simple.  It  was  forbidden  to  discuss  politics  or  per- 
sonal concerns  at  the  meeting,  and  it  was  settled  that  the  work 
should  be  the  service  of  God  in  the  persons  of  the  poor  whom 
the  members  were  to  visit  at  their  own  dwellings  and  assist 
by  everj'  means  in  their  power. 

At  this  first  Vincentian  meeting  there  was  enunciated  a 
principle  of  such  vital  importance  that  now  it  is  universally 
accepted  wherever  organized  charity  is  known.  "If  you  intend 
the  work  to  be  really  efficacious,"  said  the  presiding  officer,  "if 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  G3 

you  are  in  earnest  about  serving  the  poor  as  well  as  yourselves, 
you  must  not  let  it  be  a  mere  doling  out  of  alms,  bringing  each 
your  pittance  of  money  or  food;  you  must  make  it  a  medium 
of  moral  assistance ;  you  must  give  them  the  alms  of  good  ad- 
vice." And  again:  "A  portion  of  the  very  greatest  misery 
of  the  poor  often  proceeds  from  their  not  knowing  how  to 
help  themselves  out  of  a  difficulty  once  they  have  got  into  it — 
most  of  you  are  studying  to  be  lawyers,  some  to  be  doctors; 
go  and  help  the  poor  each  in  your  own  special  line ;  let  your 
studies  be  of  use  to  others  as  well  as  to  yourselves."  To-day 
these  same  principles  still  govern  the  activities  of  the  Society. 

It  was  decided  that  a  weekly  meeting  was  to  be  held,  at 
which  the  brothers  were  to  report  their  cases.  There  was  to  be 
a  secret  collection  to  defray  whatever  expenses  were  incurred. 
They  had  no  idea  of  starting  a  world-wide  society,  and  at  first 
they  would  not  open  their  meetings  to  anyone  else.  Gradually 
a  few  others  were  permitted  to  join,  and  then  again  a  few  more, 
and  so  on,  until  finally  this  association  of  a  few  intimate  friends 
became  the  nucleus  of  a  great  Society  which  spread  rapidly 
throughout  tbe  civilized  world. 

The  first  cases  visited  were  supplied  by  the  Sisters  of  Char- 
ity. Ozanam's  first  case  was  that  ,of  a  mother  with  five  chil- 
dren, whose  drunken  husband  beat  them  frequently.  He, 
through  his  legal  knowledge,  was  able  to  rid  them  of  the  brute. 
Professor  Bailly  took  the  two  oldest  boys  into  his  printing  office 
as  apprentices,  and  to  this  act  can  be  traced  the  beginnings 
of  the  particular  work  of  the  Society  of  St.  Vincent  de  Paul. 

The  growth  of  the  Society  was  marvelous.  In  1837,  Ozanam, 
having  received  his  decree  of  Doctor  of  Law,  returned  to  Lyons 
to  be  near  his  mother.  Here  he  found  that  his  friend,  M.  Chau- 
rand,  one  of  the  original  members  of  the  Conference  in  Paris, 
had  started  a  number  of  Conferences.  He  helped  in  this  work 
by  his  practical  example.  Upon  the  death  of  his  mother,  two 
years  later,  he  returned  to  Paris,  where  he  found  that  the  So- 
ciety had  grown  and  flourished  beyond  his  fondest  hopes. 
Some  six  hundred  members,  including  many  notable  writers 


64  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

of  the  new  Catholic  school,  assembled  in  the  amphitheatre  to 
greet  him.  In  thirty  provincial  towns  the  work  was  advancing 
rapidly,  and  it  was  estimated  that  there  were  some  two  thous- 
and members  in  all. 

Ozanam  never  tired  of  labouring  for  his  beloved  Society; 
for,  whether  he  was  traveling  as  a  tourist,  as  a  student  or  even 
as  an  invalid,  he  established  Conferences.  This  he  did  in 
Spain,  Italy  and  Germany.  In  1847  'he  founded  a  Conference  in 
Tuscany,  and  upon  his  return  five  years  later  in  search  .cf 
health,  he  wrote  that  "he  found  seven  families  of  St.  Vincent 
de  Paul  flourishing  there."  This  same  year,  1851,  he  found 
that  the  Grand  Duke  was  still  somewhat  prejudiced  against 
the  Society  and  did  not  encourage  its  establishment.  Ozanam 
made  a  personal  plea  to  the  DoAvager  Grand  Dudiess,  who 
succeeded  in  persuading  the  Grand  Duke  to  give  his  authoriza- 
tion to  the  Conferences  already  started  at  Florence,  Leghorn 
and  Pisa. 

In  the  spring  of  this  same  year  he  went  to  Sienna  with  the 
intention  of  establishing  a  Conference,  but  failed.  He  made 
an  appeal  to  the  Rector  of  the  C'ollege  at  Sienna,  begging  him 
to  make  another  attempt.  A  few  weeks  later,  much  to  his 
delight  and  consolation,  he  received  the  answer:  "My  dear 
friend,  to-day,  the  Feast  of  St.  Vincent  de  Paul,  I  have  founded 
two  Conferences;  one  in  my  college  and  one  in  the  town." 
About  this  time  Ozanam,  in  addressing  the  Conferences  es- 
tablished at  Florence,  said:  "There  are  already  five  hundred 
Conferences  established  in  France  and  we  have  them  also  in 
England,  Spfain,  Belgium  and  even  Jerusalem.  It  is  thus  that 
by  beginning  humbly  one  can  arrive  at  doing  great  things." 
Within  twenty  years  the  Society  had  spread  very  rapidly. 

The  phenomenal  growth  has  continued,  until  to-day  the  So- 
ciety lof  St.  Vincent  de  Paul  is  represented  in  every  European 
country.  In  Asia,  branches  have  been  established  in  China, 
India  and  in  Turkey;  in  Africa,  Conferences  are  thriving  in 
Egypt,  Natal  and  the  Transvaal;  in  North  America,  Canada, 
United  States  and  Mexico  are  dotted  everywhere  with  Vinqen- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  65 

tian  bands;  in  South  America,  the  Society  has  splendidly  equip- 
ped branches  in  Brazil,  Chile,  Columibia,  Argentine  Republic, 
Peru,  Ecuador,  Uruguay,  Paraguay,  and  in  British  Central  Am- 
erica, likewise,  are  to  be  found  active  Conferences  of  the  So- 
ciety, while  even  in  the  far  away  Philippines  and  the  Islands 
of  Australasia  there  are  many  Conferences. 

Through  the  efforts  of  Ozanam,  while  professor  of  foreign 
literature  at  Sorbonne,  the  Society  gained  its  first  foothold  in 
England.  He  noticed  that  a  number  of  his  students  were  of 
other  nationalities,  and  he  made  it  a  point  to  make  friends 
with  them.  He  succeeded  in  persuading  many  of  them  to  join 
the  Conference  of  the  St.  Vincent  de  Paul  Society  at  Etienne 
du  Mort.  Among  these  was  an  Englishman,  George  Jonas 
Wigley,  a  student  at  the  Ecole  des  Beaux  Arts,  whom  Ozanam 
particularly  impressed  with  his  views  of  the  existing  social 
conditions  and  with  his  love  of  the  poor  and  of  the  great  work 
of  the  Society  lof  St.  Vincent  de  Paul. 

Wigley,  imbued  with  the  spirit  of  Ozanam  and  his  Society, 
wrote  an  account  of  the  Society,  its  objects,  rules  and  its  bene- 
ficial effects,  and  sent  it  to  the  only  Catholic  newspaper  in 
London,  The  Tablet.  The  Editor,  Mr.  F.  Lucas,  became  so  in- 
terested in  the  work  that  he  advocated  the  establishment  -of  the 
Society  in  London.  After  some  delay  he  succeeded  in  receiving 
the  approval  of  the  Vicar-General  of  the  Diocese  and  of  Bishop 
Griffiths.  On  January  24,  1844,  at  a  meeting  of  a  number  of 
Catholic  laymen  held  in  the  Sabloniere  Hotel,  it  was  resolved 
"that  it  was  advisable  that  an  institution  should  be  formed,  on 
the  basis  of  the  St.  Vincent  de  Paul  Society  esta'blished  in 
France,  for  London  and  its  vicinity."  Mr.  Lucas  was  elected 
President,  but  declined,  whereupon  Mr.  Paglia.no,  the  proprietor 
of  the  hotel  where  their  initial  meeting  was  held,  was  elected 
to  that  office.  Mr.  Wigley  translated  the  rules  into  English, 
and  upon  the  request  of  Ozanam,  returned  to  England  to  help 
the  new  Conference  organize  and  affiliate  itself  to  the  Society 
in  Paris. 

Its  progress  was  rather  slow,  because  it  was  too  soon  after 


66  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Catholic  emancipation  from  the  slavery  of  the  penal  laws  to 
rush  any  new  form  of  Catholic  activity  upon  the  Protestants. 
However,  Conferences  were  gradually  started  in  a  number  lof 
the  London  missions,  with  a  great  many  members,  from  whence 
it  spread  throughout  England  and  the  United  Provinces,  to 
such  an  extent  that  the  report  for  1912  shows  that  in  England 
itself  there  are  some  four  hundred  Conferences  with  a  mem- 
bership of  six  thousan-d ;  in  Ireland  three  hundred  Conferences 
and  forty-six  hundred  members;  in  Scotland  seventy  Confer- 
ences and  about  one  thousand  mem'bers. 

Twelve  years  after  the  inauguration  of  the  work,  the  So- 
ciety was  introduced  on  the  American  Continent.  St.  Louis, 
Mo.,  established  the  first  Conference  in  the  United  States  on 
Novem'ber  14,  1845,  when  "twelve  good  Catholic  men  met  in 
the  old  cathedral  parish  hall  of  St.  Louis  for  the  purpose  of 
instituting  a  branch  of  the  Society  in  that  city."  The  Catholics 
of  the  Eastern  States  were  not  Long  in  following  the  example 
of  those  in  Missouri,  for  in  1846  the  second  Conference  of  the 
Society  in  the  United  States  was  organized  in  the  old  cathedral 
parish  of  St.  Patrick,  in  the  City  of  New  York. 

Canada  was  not  far  behind  the  United  States,  as  her  first 
Conference  was  founded  in  Que'bec  in  November,  1846.  The 
growth  of  the  Society  in  the  United  States  and  Canada  was 
neither  rapid  nor  extensive  until  close  to  the  end  of  this  period, 
as  the  people  were  struggling  for  existence,  in  a  still  new  land 
and  had  many  problems  to  solve  for  themselves.  By  1860,  Con- 
ferences had  been  established  in  the  United  States  as  far  west 
as  Milwaukee,  Chicago  and  St.  Paul.  The  troublesome  times 
of  our  Civil  War  period  did  not  retard  the  progress  of  the  So- 
ciety, but  on  the  contrary  the  cessation  of  hostilities,  the  great 
poverty  resulting  from  the  war  and  the  gradual  restoration  to 
normal  conditions  gave  both  opportunity  and  demand  for  mul- 
tiplying its  good  work. 

The  development  commenced  at  that  time  has  continued, 
until  to-day  there  are  Conferences  in  all  the  large  cities  from 
the  Atlantic  to  the  Pacific,  numbering  in  1915  about  one  thous- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


67 


and.  They  are  unified  and  centralized  by  a  Superior  Council 
which  was  organized  in  October,  1915. 

In  Canada  the  growth  has  kept  pace  with  that  in  the  United 
States.  From  that  single  Conference  founded  in  Quebec  in  the 
early  part  of  the  last  century,  had  developed  a  flourishing  So- 
ciety. In  1914  the  official  report  announced  a  total  of  two  hun- 
dred Conferences  with  a  mem'bership  of  about  eight  thousand. 
These  Conferences  are  situated  in  all  the  provinces  and  cities 
of  the  Dominion. 

Two  years  after  the  foundation  of  the  Society  in  Paris  the 
membership  had  increased  so  rapidly  that  it  w^as  no  longer  pos- 
sible to  continue  working  alone  as  one  body  in  one  place. 
The  founders  realized  that  the  time  had  come  when  it  was  im- 
perative to  divide  the  Society  into  sections  or  groups  arranged 
geographically.  A  meeting  was  held,  geographical  divisions 
were  made  and  the  rules  under  which  the  Society  has  since  lived 
were  then  adopted. 

(To  Be  Continued). 


68  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Sermon  Delivered  at  Funeral  of    the  Late 
Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier 

By  Rev.  J.  Bubke,  C.S.P. 

EDITOR'S  NOTE:  This  is  the  first  full  and  authentic  copy  which 
has  occurred  in  print  of  the  scholarly  and  beautiful  panegyric,  delivered 
by  Rev.  Father  Burke,  on  this  occasion. 

"Moreover  they  bewailed  him  and  all  Israel  made  lamenta, 
tions  for  him,  and  mourned  many  days,  saying,  "How  is 
the  valiant  man  fallen  that  delivered  Israel."  Mac.  ix.,  21-26, 

^JTHE  task  which  rests  upon  me  this  morning  is,  indeed,  a 
^^  mournful  one.  I  am  unable  to  give  you  a  clearer  idea 
of  it  than  by  repeating  to  you  the  expressive,  picturesque 
terms  used  in  Holy  Writ  to  sound  the  virtues  and  deplore  the 
death  of  him  whose  virtues  were  so  outstanding  that  the  very 
stones  prated  of  them — the  saintly  and  soldierly  Judas  Macca- 
beus. This  man  whom  Providence  raised  up  to  lead  His  chosen 
people,  who  defended  the  cities  of  Judea,  who  subdued  the 
pride  of  the  children  of  Ammon  and  Essau,  who  so  loved  truth 
that  he  burned  the  gods  cf  the  pagan  nations  upon  their  altars 
— this  man  whom  his  people  thought  well-nigh  indispensable  to 
their  nation  one  day  suddenly  met  death  upon  the  field  of  bat- 
tle. At  the  first  report  of  this  disaster  the  people  were  moved 
— floods  of  tears  ran  from  their  eyes.  For  a  time  they  were 
dum*b.  Then  at  length  breaking  the  long  silence,  they  gave 
expression  to  their  grief,  crying  in  a  loud  voice,  "Why  is  this 
great  man  dead  who  saved  the  people  of  Israel?"  In  the  pic- 
turesque language  of  the  inspired  author  we  are  told  that 
Jerusalem  redoubled  its  weeping;  the  arches  of  the  temple 
trembled;  the  Jordan  was  troubled,  and  its  banks  re-echoed 
the  sound  of  those  mournful  words,  "Why  is  that  great  man 
dead  wh,o  saved  the  people  of  Israel?" 

Mourning  a  Great  Leader. 

Christian  men  and  women,  whom  the  obsequies  of  this  day 
assemble  in  this  temple,  behold  yourselves  in  the   affliction 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  69 

which  befell  the  Israelites  of  old.  They  had  lost  their  cher- 
ished leader,  devoted  to  the  highest  ideals  of  the  people.  We, 
too,  have  lost  ours.  We  have  lost  him,  whom  we  oft  acclaimed 
our  nation's  best.  We  lament  the  one  who  came  to  us  from 
a  period  that  is  now  passed.  We  lament  the  demise  of  him 
who  was  great  in  success,  great  in  adversity,  the  foe  of  tyranny, 
the  lover  of  democracy,  devoted  to  the  service  of  his  King 
and  country,  and  as  we  igaze  now  upon  yon  casket  that  con- 
tains his  mortal  remains,  there  comes  the  pang  of  regret,  the 
lump  in  the  throat,  tears  to  our  eyes,  and,  like  the  people  of 
ancient  days  in  Old  Jerusalem,  we  exclaim,  '  *  Why  is  that  great 
man  dead  who  saved  the  people  of  Israel?" 

I  would  to  the  living  God  this  morning  that  His  Spirit  might 
quicken  my  tongue  that  I  might  do  justice  to  the  virtues  of 
this  figure,  who  for  so  many  years  benignly  and  yet  effectively 
graced  the  Government  of  this  free  country.  I  find  comfort 
in  the  thought  that  none  but  God  can  justly  judge  any  man. 
There  is  danger,  however,  standing  in  the  shadow  of  this 
national  catastrophe,  with  grief  surging  our  soul,  that  one 
might  run  to  hyperbole.  Lest  I  do,  will  you  permit  me  to 
attribute  to  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier  a  description  he  once  used  of 
that  lover  of  Canadian  freedom,  Louis  Joseph  Papineau? 
"Did,"  he  said,  ''any  man  ever  live  better  fitted  to  be  the 
idol  of  a  nation?  A  man  of  commanding  presence,  of  majestic 
countenance,  of  impassioned  eloquence,  of  unblemished  char- 
acter, cf  pure,  disinterested  patriotism,  for  years  he  held  over 
the  hearts  of  his  countrymen  almost  unbounded  sway." 

Varsity's  Noteworthy  Praise. 

His  commanding  presence !  Is  it  out  of  place,  most  reverend 
sirs,  in  this  temple  dedicated  to  the  Most  High,  that  I  should 
speak  of  one  of  God's  outstanding  gifts  to  this  dead  Knight? 
Is  it  puerile,  my  brethren?  Did  not  Mark  Antony  speak  of 
Caesar's  very  noble  brow,  the  chiselled  mouth,  the  classic  fea- 
tures, and  the  erect,  kingly  form?  He  was  ever  the  embodi- 
ment of  grace.    To  the  endowment  of  God  he  added  the  polish 


70  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

of  a  Chesterfield.  There  was  a  verve  about  Sir  Wilfrid  that 
one  would  expect  to  accompany  his  physical  comeliness.  Truly 
he  was  a  romantic  fi'gure !  A  representative  of  an  age  that  is 
gone.  Are  not  we  who  were  vouchsafed  the  vision  of  the 
Chieftain  in  the  flesh,  are  we  not  the  poorer  that  we  shall  not 
look  upon  his  face  ag'ain? 

His  impassionel  eloquence !  When  I  speak  of  the  eloquence 
of  Laurier  my  mind  instinctively  goes  back  three  years  to  a 
speech  delivered  on  the  historical  feud  between  the  Hudson 
Bay  Company  and  the  North-west  Company,  which  culmin- 
ated in  a  murder  trial  in  the  city  of  Toronto  in  the  early  part 
of  the  nineteenth  century.  Those  who  heard  him  that  night, 
aged  as  he  was  with  the  frost  of  seventy  winters  upon  his 
brow,  may  well  recall  the  genius  of  Laurier  as  he  made  those 
vigorous  old  voyageurs  of  ''the  forest  primeval"  walk  before 
us.  He  clothed  them  with  flesh  and  blood.  Under  the  spell 
of  Laurier 's  magic  they  were  not  spectres  from  a  dead  past. 
No!  They  lived  and  moved  and  had  their  being  before  our 
very  eyes.  The  Varsity,  the  students'  organ  of  Toronto  Uni- 
versity, asked  the  next  morning:  **Why  cannot  our  professors 
make  history  as  interesting  as  Laurier  ? ' ' 

He  Lived  His  Faith. 

Or,  when  I  speak  of  eloquence,  some  of  you  recall  that  July 
night,  more  than  thirty  years  ago,  when  he  delivered  what 
many  consider  the  finest  speech  of  his  life,  on  the  occasion 
of  the  Kiel  Debate.  Edward  Blake  declared  it  to  be  the  crown- 
ing proof  of  French  domination,  and  the  finest  speech  delivered 
in  Canada  since  Confederation.  Sir  Wilfrid's  speeches  reveal 
the  man.  There  is  logic  in  the  thoughts,  majesty  in  the  ideas, 
beauty  and  grace  in  the  diction.  The  predominating  thoughts 
seem  to  be  individual  liberty,  equal  opportunity  for  all,  racial 
and  religious  harmony,  a  fervent  and  undying  love  for  Canada, 
and  a  pride  in  its  approach  to  nationhood.  Upon  all  his 
phrases  there  plays,  like  the  sun  upon  autumn  woods,  beauti- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  71 

fying  and  transforming  them,  a  mysticism  that  is  charming  and 
sadly  wanting  in  this  practical  age. 

And  now  I  come,  most  reverend  sirs  and  brethren,  to  Sir 
Wilfrid's  unblemished  character  and  his  pure,  disinterested 
love  of  country.  In  this  connection  let  me  say  a  word  of 
something  which,  in  my  mind,  explains  in  a  large  measure  his 
unstinted  service  to  country,  and  also  his  unblemished  char- 
acter. I  refer  to  Laurier's  Catholicism.  He  was  no  profes- 
sional Catholic.  His  religion  was  too  sacred  a  thing  to  be 
dragged  into  the  arena  of  political  controversy.  He  did  not 
spend  his  time  writing  tracts  or  delivering  unctious  phrases. 
The  fact  is  his  faith  illuminated  most  of  what  he  said  or  did. 
He,  when  he  differed  with  some  Church  dignitaries,  exclaimed : 
"No  word  of  bitterness  shall  ever  escape  my  lips  against  the 
Church;  I  respect  it  and  I  love  it."  Witness  her  influence 
in  his  devotion  to  his  country.  With  Sir  Wilfrid,  loyal  service 
was  something  more  than  a  sentiment.  Loyalty  to  him  was 
clothed  with  the  hierarchical  purple  of  duty.  Am  I  not  right, 
Your  Grace,  in  stating  that  love  of  country  is  of  solemn  obli- 
gation in  oiur  holy  religion?  Am  I  not  right  when  I  say  that 
that  obligation  has  its  sanction  in  the  virtue  of  religion?  Am 
I  incorrect  when  I  state  that,  as  we  owe  to  G-od  adoration  be- 
cause He  is  the  Author  of  our  being,  and  as  we  give  obedience 
and  reverence  to  our  parents  because  they  represent  God  and 
bestow  upon  us  physical  existence,  so,  too,  Catholicism  com- 
mands me  to  give  to  the  land  of  my  birth,  which  confers  upon 
me  sc<3ial  existence,  allegiance  to  the  point  of  death  itself? 

Life-Time  of  Public  Service. 

Herein  is  the  secret  of  Laurier's  devotion.  Who  in  recent 
years,  if  ever,  in  any  country  of  the  world,  stood  forth  as  a 
finer  champion  of  the  best  in  public  service  than  he  whom  to- 
day this  country  mourns?  Forty-eight  years  of  unremitting 
toil!  Forty-eight  years  of  consecration!  Here  he  has  been 
the  true  Knight !  To  God,  to  King,  to  country,  he  dedicated 
the  play  of  his  many  talents,  the  sweep  of  his  vision,  the  bene- 


72  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

fit  of  his  initiative  and  good  judgment.  Under  his  sceptre  the 
country  prospered.  He  came  to  power  when  Canada  was  on 
the  verge  of  dissolution.  To.  many,  Confederation  seemed  a 
failure;  the  country  was  torn  with  racial  and  religious  dis- 
sensions ;  Nova  Scotia  was  disgruntled ;  Manitoba  discouraged ; 
Quebec  defiant.  To  the  problems  that  confronted  him  Sir  Wil- 
frid gave  the  impact  of  his  genius.  "When  this  Knight  lay 
down  his  shield  the  country  was  infinitely  better  off  than  when 
he  took  it  up.  Five  millions  of  people  had  grown  to  eight; 
thousands  of  miles  of  new  railroads  were  built ;  the  wheat  fields 
of  the  "West  blossomed,  bringing  contentment  and  wealth  to 
many;  great  manufacturing  plants  were  developed;  foreign 
trade  went  forward  by  leaps  and  bounds;  provincial,  religious 
and  racial  controversies  became  less  acute;  Provincial  patriot- 
ism gave  place  to  a  broader  patriotism.  He  found  the  country 
a  colony;  he  left  it  a  nation  respected  in  the  galaxy  of  Com- 
monwealths that  constitute  the  British  Empire.  And  all  these 
things  the  Chieftain  did  with  hands  unsullied.  His  character 
remained  unblemished. 

A  Memory  That  Will  Not  Perish. 

His  memory  will  not  die;  summer  will  give  place  to  sum- 
mer here  in  the  Northland;  the  cold  blasts  of  many  winters 
will  rise  and  subside ;  tide  will  give  place  to  tide ;  but  while 
men  live  and  heroes  are  respected  and  mothers  tell  stories 
to  their  little  ones,  the  memory  of  Sir  "Wilfrid  Laurier  shall  not 
perish. 

The  time  allotted  to  me  is  already  spent ;  I  must  hurry.  Let 
me  say  one  word  more.  Your  Excellency,  whose  priestly  virtues 
are  so  many;  you  who  represent  the  highest  authority  in  our 
Holy  Church;  you  who  have  honoured  the  occasion  with  your 
presence,  may  I  speak  for  you  this  morning?  You  will  permit 
me  to  say  to  this  congregation  that  when  you  offered  up  the 
Holy  Sacrifice  of  the  Mass  this  morning  when  you  came  to 
the  Commemoration  of  the  Living,  that  you  remembered  her 
with  whom  this  nation  sympathizes,  the  faithful  partner  of  Sir 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILI:j:S.  73 

Wilfrid's  many  years.  It  is  some  time  now  since  this  good 
lady  entered  into  the  darkness  of  the  tomb  and  was  denied 
that  privilege,  which  every  woman  craves,  of  looking  upon 
the  object  of  her  affection.  To-day  her  heart  is  bleeding.  I 
know.  Your  Excellency,  that  you  have  prayed  for  her  that  God 
may  sustain  her  with  true  Christian  fortitude  and  grant  her 
that  consolation  that  Grod  alone  can  give. 

Remember,  too,  Your  Grace,  the  soul  of  the  gentlemanly 
Laurier,  Canadian  Knight-Errant  of  this  twentieth  century. 
Pray  for  him  that  God  may  vouchsiafe  him  the  joy  of  that  re- 
gion of  "refreshment,  light,  and  peace."  Somehow  I  think 
God  has  seen  fit  to  welcome  Sir  Wilfrid  home.  Burne-Jones, 
the  painter,  has  depicted  the  figure  of  Christ  on  a  way-side 
cross  in  France,  stooping  down  to  kiss  the  forehead  of  a  Knight. 
The  legend  upon  which  the  painting  is  based  is  that  Knight 
met  on  the  way  his  worst  enemy,  and  forgave  him.  As  the 
Knight  knelt  to  pray  at  the  cross-roads'  Calvary,  the  figure  of 
Christ  suddenly  became  living,  and  for  the  Christian  charity 
displayed  by  the  Knight,  kissed  him  upon  the  forehead.  I 
like  to  think  that  Sir  Wilfrid's  great  virtues,  great  deeds  for 
God  and  country,  cried  out,  trumpet-tongued,  for  similar  treat- 
ment to  that  which  was  meted  out  to  the  Knight  of  old.  Lest, 
however,  our  standard  of  sinlessness  differ  from  that  of  God, 
pray  that  the  Author  of  all,  the  God  of  the  heavens,  may  have 
mercy  and  grant  pardon  to  him. 

To  you,  distinguished  sons  of  Canada,  who  have  "been 
honoured  by  being  chosen  pall-bearers  for  Sir  Wilfrid,  never 
so  distinguished  as  this  morning,  may  I  address  a  word  to 
you  ?  Bear  him  away  gently,  oh,  so  gently !  He  is  our  loved 
one;  the  nation's  beloved,  and  when  you  have  arrived  at  the 
grave,  that  grave  which  shall  be  a  shrine  for  all  lovers  of  true 
freedom,  and  which  shall  be  kept  green  with  the  tears  of  a  de- 
voted people,  lay  him  down  gently,  for  the  sod  seldom  cov- 
ered a  nobler  heart  than  that  of  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier. 


74  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

A  fflontJal^^ant  Walk  ta  Bt  ilna^ |Jl|*a  g>ijrm^ 

By  M.  S.  Pine. 

To-day  I  feel  so  tired;  just  see — 

I  cannot  pray ! 
I  cannot  think  a  thought  of  thee; 

But,  Father,  lay 
My  soul  upon  Thy  breast,  as  oft 

In  sweet  repose 
The  Infant  Jesus  clasped  thee  soft 

With  arms  of  snows. 

I  cannot  pray;  but  this  dear  shrine 

My  hands  may  deck; 
The  morn's  sweet  blossoms  I  entwine 

Without  a  fleck. 
My  heart  in  every  calyx  goes 

To  tell  how  sweet 
/  Thou  art,  how  dear  to  me ;  no  song 

Of  poet  crowned, 
No  orator  of  golden  tongue 

Thy  worth  could  sound. 
Or  touch  this  cavern  of  thy  love 

That  thou  hast  built 
Within  my  heart,  and  round,  above. 

All  sweetness  spilt. 

And  now  my  trailing  plants  are  here 

Thy  eyes  below, 
For  they  have  secrets  for  thine  ear 

When  I  shall  go. 
But  see !  these  wondrous  tinted  grasses, 

A  trinity, 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  75 

I  droop  within  thy  staff ;  in  masses — 

A  waving  sea — 
Sun-kissed  and  zephyr-blown  they  arise : 

Rich  emerald 
And  iris-hued  they  lured  my  eyes, — 

From  thine  stone-walled. 

Now  bless  me,  sweetest  Father !  place 

Upon  my  head 
Thy  hands  o'erdripping  with  Heaven's  grace 

Ere  home  I  tread. 
But  keep  my  soul  upon  thy  breast, 

Where  He  we  love 
Hath  left  a  heritage  of  rest 

Like  that  above. 


Friendship  by  its  very  nature  consists  in  loving,  rather  than 
in  being  loved.  In  other  words,  friendship  consists  in  being  a 
friend,  not  in  having  a  friend. 


Let  us  beware  of  losing  our  enthusiasm.  Let  us  ever  glory 
in  something,  and  strive  to  attain  our  admiration  for  all  that 
would  ennoble,  and  our  interest  in  all  that  would  enrich  and 
beautify  our  life. 


76  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Euripides   in   English 

By  Cabolinb  D.  Swan. 

^jjOR  those  of  us  who  knew  the  classics  in  our  youth  they 
^2|l  possess  a  perennial  charm.    In  our  later  days  we  return  to 
them  not  with  the  freshness  of  youth,  eager  for 
"poetic  book  sublime 

Soul-kissed  for  the  first  time ; 

Greek  or  English,  ere  we  knew 

Life  was  not  a  poem,  too," — 
but  with  a  quiet,  mature,  comprehensive  pleasure,  less  ardent, 
but  more  profound.  Their  inner,  deeper  meanings  are  revealed 
to  us,  as  if  by  a  glow  of  moonlight.  Their  constellations  swim 
within  our  ken ;  and  we  turn  away  from  the  garish  modern 
thought,  saying,  "This  is  beauty — 'n'ot  Lancelot  nor  another !'  " 
— The  old  love  has  won  us  back  again. 

Therefore,  it  is  a  joy  to  come  upon  a  Horatian  ode  in  a  fresh 
English  version  retaining  the  fine  flavor  of  the  original,  or  a 
rhythmical  rendering  of  some  Greek  chorus.  Sometimes  indeed 
— though  very  rarely — we  find  an  English  author  so  imbued 
with  the  Greek  spirit  that  something  more  than  a  mere  imita- 
tion has  been  achieved — as  in  Swinburne's  "Atlanta  in  Caly- 
don~"  for  example — and  we  have  results  whereat  we  can  only 
marvel.  It  is  another  tribute  to  the  universality  and  permanent 
power  of  Greek  literature. 

A  scholar  and  poet  of  this  type.  Professor  Gilbert  Murray, 
has  recently  caught  the  ear  of  the  intelligent  public,  as  no 
Grecian  of  our  time  has  done  among  English-speaking  folk. 
His  work  has  been  the  interpretation  of  Euripides  through 
verse  translations  which  have  been  put  upon  the  stage  in  Eng- 
land, and,  to  a  less  degree,  here.  Among  these  have  been  The 
Hippolytus,  The  Bacchae,  The  Trojan  Women,  Electra,  Medea, 
and  Iphigenia  in  Taurus,  mainly  produced  on  the  stage  since 
1902.  His  most  recent  venture  has  been  with  the  (Edipus  Rex 
01  Sophocles. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  77 

This  translator  is,  himself,  a  poet — a  fact  which  explains  his 
success  in  presenting  Euripides  to  modem  audiences.  In  deal- 
ing with  these  Greek  choruses,  you  feel  that  the  writer  has 
captured  the  true  spirit  of  poetry — though  clothing  it  in  Eng- 
lish garb — even  as  Euripides  did  in  his  own  age  and  tongue. 
For  instance,  take  these  lines  from  his  version  of  the  Iphigenia : 

Oh,  the  wind  and  the  oar. 
When  the  great  sail  swells  before 
With  sheets  astrain,  like  a  horse  on  the  rein; 
And  on,  through  the  race  and  roar, 
She  feels  for  the  farther  shore. 

Ah  me. 
To  rise  upon  wings  and  hold 
Straight  on  up  the  steeps  'of  gold 
Where  the  joyous  Sun  in  fire  doth  run. 
Till  the  wings  should  faint  and  fold 
O'er  the  house  that  was  mine  of  old! 

Or  watch  where  the  grade  below 
With  a  marriage  dance  doth  glow. 
And  a  child  will  glide  from  her  mother's  side 
Out,  out  where  the  dancers  fiow, 
As  I  did,  long  ago. 

Oh,  baubles  'of  gold  and  rare 
Raiment  and  starred  hair. 
And  bright  veils  crossed  amid  tresses  tossed 
In  a   dust  of  dancing  air! 
0  youth  and  the  days  that  were ! 

A  very  beautiful  rendering  of  the  address  to  Artemis  by  Hip- 
polytus  appeared  some  time  ago  in  "The  New  Republic,"  by 
W.  H.  Mallock.  He,  too,  seems  to  have  caught  the  spirit  of 
Euripides  and  the  Avhole  passage  gives  a  most  delicate  glimpse 
of  the  Greek  idea  that  Divine  unseen  Presences  haunted  this 
weary  world.  As  a  soul-vision  of  purity  and  intense  loveliness 
it  stands  unrivalled. 


78  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

To  Artemis. 

Mine  own,  my  one  desire, 

Virgin  most  fair 

Of  all  the  virgin  choir! 
Hail,  0  most  pure,  most  perfect,  loveliest  one ! 

Lo,  in  my  hand  I  bear, 
Woven  for  the  circling  of  thy  long,  gold  hair, 
Culled  leaves  and  flowers,  from  places  which  the  sun 

The  spring  long  shines  upon, 
"Where  never  shepherd  hath  driven  flock  to  graze, 

Nor  any  grass  is  rn'own. 
But  there  sound  through  all  the  sunny,  sweet,  warm  day 

Mid  the   green  holy  place 

The  wild  bee's  wings  alone. 

— ^Yea,  and  with  jealous  care 
The  maiden  Reverence  tends  the  fair  things  there 
And  watereth  all  of  them  with  sprinkling  showers 
Of  pearled  grey  dew  from  a  clear  running  river. 

Whoso  is  chaste  of  spirit  utterly 
May  gather  there  the  leaves  and  fruits  and  flowers. 

The  unchaste,  never. 
— ^But  thou,  0  goddess,  and  dearest  love  of  mine. 

Take  and  about  thine  hair 

This  anadem  entwine ! 

Take,  and  for  my  sake  wear. 
Who  am  more  to  thee  than  other  mortals  are ! 

Whose  is  the  holy  lot. 
As  friend  with  friend  to  walk  and  talk  with  thee, 
Hearing  thy  sweet  mouth's  music  in  mine  ear. 

But  thee  beholding  not. 

Thanks  to  their  ineffable  beauty,  the  classics  are  in  no  dan- 
ger of  being  superseded.  The  poets  of  all  succeeding  ages 
have  caught  their  ideals,  more  or  less,  drinking  deep  at  their 
perennial  fountains.  The  Iliad  of  Homer  still  holds  all  the 
sunshine  'of  Asia  Minor. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  79 

If  you  doubt  this  influence,  read  anew  Shakespeare's 
"Julius  Caesar"  and  Milton's  great  "Hymn  of  the  Nativity." 
Of  more  modern  work,  examine  Macaulay's  "Lays  of  Ancient 
Rome,"  Tennyson's  "CEnone,"  Keats'  "Hyperion"  and  his 
"Ode  to  a  Grecian  Urn,"  with  Longfellow's  "Masque  'of  Pan- 
dora." In  a  recent  volume  of  Edith  M.  Thomas,  "The  Flutes 
of  the  God,"  is  full  of  this  classic  spirit  and  by  all  odds  the 
finest  poem  in  a  very  fine  book.     Yes,  even  now, 

"  'Tis  Jupiter  that  brings  whate'er  is  great, 
And  Venus  who  gives  everything  that's  fair." 

No  'one,  who  has  once  tasted  the  honey  of  Hymettus,  can  for- 
get its  sweetness.  The  ancients  have  put  their  stamp  upon 
the  world.    "The  coin  outlasts  Tiberius." 

Here  is  a  charming  version  by  Sir  Stephen  E.  De  Vere  from 
the  Latin  of  Horace,  Ode  XXXI. 

Prayer  to  Apollo. 

When,  kneeling  at  Apollo's  shrine, 
The  bard  from  silver  goblets  pours 

Libations  due  of  votive  wine. 
What  seeks  he,  what  implores? 

Not  harvests  from  Sardinia's  shore; 

Not  grateful  herds  that  crop  the  lea 
In  hot  Calabria ;  not  a  store 

Of  gold,  and  ivory; 

Not  those  fair  lands  where  slow  and  deep 
Thro'  meadows  rich  and  pastures  gay 

Thy  silent  waters,  Liris,  creep, 
Eating  the  marge  away. 

Let  him  to  whom  the  gods  award 
Calenian  vineyards  prune  the  vine; 

The  merchants  sell  his  balms  and  nard, 
And  drain  the  precious  wine. 


80  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

From  cups  of  gold — to  Fortune  dear 

Because  his  laden  argosy 
Crosses,  unshattered,  thrice  a  year 

The  storm-vexed  Midland  sea. 

Ripe  berries  from  the  olive  bough, 

Mallows  and  endives,  be  my  fare. 
Son  of  Latona,  hear  my  vow ! 

Apollo,  grant  my  prayer ! 

Health  to  enjoy  the  blessings  sent 

From  heaven;  a  mind  unclouded,  strong; 

A  cheerful  heart ;  a  wise  content ; 
An  honoured  age;  and  song. 

The  following,  by  a  modern  writer,  Geo.  0.  Holyoke,  shows 
exquisite  use  of  classic  myth  and  has  fairly  won  its  'Own  little 
place  here : 

Danae's  Song"  to  Perseus. 

O'er  hollow  rifts  the  wild  wind  drifts 
The  scudding  spray  across  the  billow; 
Thy  little  ark  sails  through  the  dark 
And  mother's  breast  shall  be  thy  pillow. 

Sleep,  darling,  sleep !    Love  even  drives  out  sorrow ; 

Heroes  must  rest  for  the  deeds  'of  the  morrow. 

Let  thy  nurse  be  the  purple  sea 
To  toss  thee  high  when  waves  are  swelling 
Till  heaven's  blue  dome  shall  seem  thy  home; 
My  child,  it  is  thy  father's  dwelling. 

Sleep,  darling,  sleep !    Stars  are  the  lamps  of  sorrow ; 

Hid  in  the  deep  is  the  dawn  of  the  morrow, 

A  cultured  writer  of  the  modern  school,  Margaret  Widde- 
mer,  has  a  lovely  bit  of  verse  in  the  "Craftsman."  It  is  per- 
meated, with  the  rich  Greek  naturalism  and  yet  appeals  to  us 
of  to-day.    Who  cannot  feel  the  subtle  sorrowful  pathos  of  its 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  81 

concluding  line?     "Under  all  the  earth  runs  water,"  says  a 
great  writer,  "and  under  all  life  runs  grief." 

Remembrance. 

A  Greek  Folk-Song. 

Not  unto  the  forest  —  not  unto  the  forest^ 
0  my  lover! 
{It  is  dark  in  the  forest) 
Joy  is  where  the  temples  are,  lines  of  dancers  swinging  far. 
Drums  and  lyres  and  viols  in  the  town 
(It  is  dark  in  the  forest) 
And  flapping  leaves  will  blind  me  and  the  clinging  vines  will 
bind  me 
And  the  thorny  rose-boughs  tear  my  saffron  gown — 
And  I  fear  the  forest. 

Not  unto  the  forest  —  not  unto  the  forest, 

0  my  lover! 
There  was  one  once  who  led  me  to  the  forest: 
Hand  in  hand  we  wandered  mute,  where  was  neither  lyre  nor 
flute; 
Little  stars  were  bright  against  the  dusk 
{There  is  wind  in  the  forest) 
And  the  thicket  of  wild  rose  breathed  across  our  lips  locked 
close 
Dizzy  perfumes  lof  spikenard  and  musk — 
7  am  tired  of  the  forest. 

Not  unto  the  forest  —  not  unto  the  forest, 

0  my  lover! 
Take  me  from  the  silence  of  the  forest! 
I  will  love  you  by  the  light  and  the  beat  of  drums  at  night 
And  echoing  of  laughter  in  my  ears; 
Biit  here  in  the  forest 
I  am  still,  remembering  a  forgotten,  useless  thing, 
And  my  eyelids  are  locked  for  fear  of  tears — 
There  is  memory  in  the  forest. 


82  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Joyce    Kilmer's  Life  and  Works 

By  Rose  Ferguson. 

/rfj\N  the  shelves  of  the  Public  Library  may  be  found  a  book 
\l|/  that  should  interest  readers  of  the  Lilies.  It  is  "Joyce 
Kilmer,  Poems,  Essays  and  Letters,"  with  a  memoir  by 
Robert  Cortes  Holliday.  (George  H.  Doran  Company,  New 
York). 

Ten  years  ago,  the  twenty-one-year-old  Kilmer,  working 
in  New  York  on  a  new  edition  of  The  Standard  Dictionary, 
with  men  twice  and  thrice  his  age,  found  them,  not  dry  as 
dust  lexicographers,  but  literary  adventurers  and  intellectual 
soldiers  of  fortune.  Of  one  ancient  bachelor  he  wrote : 
''Some  people  ask:    'What  cruel  chance 

Made  Martin's  life  so  sad  a  story?' 
Martin?    "Why  h.e  exhaled  romance. 
And  wore  an  overcoat  of  glory." 
Little  did  he  think  that  in  ten  years  his  biographer  would 
quote  the  last  lines  as  descriptive  of  his  own  vivid  i>ersonality. 
Let  us  look  C'ver  those  ten  years  into  which  he  crowded 
more  than  many  a  lifetime. 

At  twenty-one  Kilmer  had  married,  had  received  his  de- 
gree from  Columbia,  and  engaged  in  various  literary  begin- 
nings. At  twenty-five  he  was  listed  in  "Who's  Who"  as  an 
author;  and  besides  editing  the  literary  section  of  the  Church- 
man, did  book  reviews  for  the  Nation  and  the  New  York 
Times.  At  twenty-seven  he  and  his  wife.  Aline,  entered  the 
Catholic  Church,  at  the  time  of  the  death  of  their  second  child, 
Rose.  About  this  period  "Trees  and  Other  Poems"  made  its 
appearance,  and  Kilmer  was  henceforth  identified  with  the 
much-quoted  lines: 

"A  tree  that  looks  at  God  all  day, 
And  lifts  her  leafy  arms  to  pray." 

In  the  early  part  of  1915,  St.  Joseph's  Alumnae,  of  To- 
ronto, secured  Kilmer  for  a  lecture,  and  those  who  heard  him 
will  recall  what  Richard  Le  Gallienne  terms  "his  very  concen- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  83 


trated  and  intense  young  presence,"  He  envied  our  part  in 
the  Great  War,  and  gave,  by  request,  his  famous  poem  on  the 
sinking  of  the  Lusitania,  "The  White  Ships  and  the  Eed." 

When  America  entered  the  war,  Kilmer,  then  thirty,  did 
not  wait  to  be  called;  for,  as  Christopher  Morley  says  in  his 
tribute,  "The  poet  must  go  where  the  greatest  songs  are  sing- 
ing." 

In  the  camp  of  the  165th  (  at  Mineola,  Long  Island,  he  was 
associated  with  Chaplain  Father  Francis  Duffy  (of  our  own 
St.  Michael's  College)  as  Regimental  Statistician;  nevertheless, 
he  found  time  to  write  the  introduction  to  "Dreams  and 
Images,"  his  anth.ology  of  Catholic  poetry;  also,  he  wrote  to  a 
friend,  "I've  learned  to  typewrite,  to  serve  Mass,  and  to  sing 
the  'Boston  Burglar.'  " 

Then  this  husband  of  "that  lady.  Aline,  whose  name  will 
be  gently  entwined  about  his  as  long  as  the  printed  word  en- 
dures," this  devoted  father  of  four  young  children,  left  his 
familj^ — "you  and  your  little  gang,"  as  he  writes  of  them  to 
Aline — and,  from  the  autumn  of  1917,  his  letters  are  from 
France.  Such  letters !  Letters  to  his  friends,  to  his  mother,  to 
Aline,  to  Kenton,  his  eldest  son,  whom  he  advises  to  learn  to 
serve  Mass  and  to  look  after  the  family,  and  a  wee  letter  to 
four-year-old  Deborah,  with  the  story  of  the  pink-nosed  pig, 
and  the  comical  ending,  "Remember  me  to  young  Michael  and 
young  Christopher,  believe  me,  your  respectful  Dad," 

Again,  in  April,  1918,  he  writes  to  Aline,  "I  hope  Kenton 
has  learned  to  serve  Mass";  and  yet  again,  in  May,  "Please 
see  that  Kenton  learns  to  serve  Mass,  won't  you?"  And  we, 
knowing  how  close  th,at  fatal  thirtieth  of  July  is  drawing,  feel 
constrained  to  say,  "Oh,  Aline  Kilmer,  in  spite  of  the  manifold 
duties  to  your  'little  gang,'  please  hurry,  that  he  may  know 
in  time  ! ' ' 

The  biographer  goes  on :  "In  one  of  his  last  letters  he  wrote 
to  Sister  Emerentia,  of  St.  Joseph's  College,  Toronto,  'Pray 
that  I  may  love  God  more.  It  seems  to  me  that  if  I  can  learn 
to  love  God  more  passionately,  more  constantly,  without  dis- 
tractions, that  absolutely  nothing  else  can  matter.'  " 


84  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

One  remembers  the  day,  last  summer,  when  Sister  showed 
us  that  letter,  just  as  the  news  of  Kilmer's  death  arrived. 
As  editor  of  "St.  Joseph  Lilies,"  Sister  Emerentia  had  consid- 
erable correspondence  with  Joyce  Kilmer,  whose  death  she 
felt  keenly;  and  she  had  just  finished  a  requested  tribute  to 
his  memory,  when  she  also  passed  out,  with  a  suddenness  al- 
most as  tragic. 

Mrs.  Kilmer  was  Aline  Murray  of  New  Jersey,  a  step- 
daughter of  Henry  Mills  Alden,  Editor  of  Harper's  Magazine. 
She,  too,  is  an  author  of  considerable  merit,  so  the  Kilmer  let- 
ters l^ave  an  added  literary  value.  Writing  from  France  about 
a  year  ago,  Kilmer  warns  her  against  psychical  fads,  and  asks 
her  to  keep  the  spirit  of  her  work  obviously  and  definitely 
Catholic;  not  that  she  should  write  tracts  or  Sunday  School 
books,  but  that  the  faith  should  illuminate  everything  written, 
whether  grave  or  gay.  Again  he  says,  "Don't  try  experiments 
of  a  supernatural  kind.  If  you  do,  I  swear  that  if  I  do  get 
shot,  I  won't  haunt  you — and  I'm  conceited  enough  to  think  I 
can't  make  a  worse  threat." 

Besides  the  works  in  the  two  volumes  herein  mentioned, 
"The  Circus,  and  Other  Essays"  is  a  very  entertaining  book  of 
prose,  for  those  who  may  not  care  to  read  poetry. 

The  following  pathetic  little  poem  by  Aline  Kilmer  appeared 
in  Good  Housekeeping : 

I   SHALL  NOT   BE  AFRAID. 

I  shall  not  'be  afraid  any  more, 

Either  by  night  or  day; 
What  would  it  profit  me  to  be  afraid 

With  you  away? 
Now  I  am  brave.    In  the  dark  night  alone. 

All  through  the  house  I  go. 
Locking  the  doors  and  making  windows  fast 

When  sharp  winds  blow. 
For  there  is  only  sorrow  in  my  heart. 

There  is  no  room  for  fear. 
But  how  1  wish  I  were  afraid  again. 

My  dear,  my  dear! 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  85 

By  F,  B.  Fenton. 

Beautiful  France  with  her  smiling  fields, 

Radiant  harvests  of  ripened  grain, 
The  vineyard  bed  that  the  red  wine  yields; 

Beautiful  France,  I  say  over  again, 
And  who  can  say  less  of  France? 

Faithful  France,  true  still  tio  Honour's  codes, 

Catholic  standards  and  humane  law; 
No  wonder  she  draws  from  the  poets  odes; 

May  her  ardour  burn  as  in  days  of  yore ! 
Who  can  think  little  of  France? 

Gallant  young  France  in  her  war  array. 
Her  bayonets  gleaming  in  rays  of  the  sun, 

Her  youth  at  the  war  call  marching  away, 
Earnest  defenders  every  one ; 

And  who  shall  deny  them  France  ? 

"Weeping,  sad  France  flor  her  fallen  sons 
By  the  sheltering  beech  and  the  stately  spruce, 

Weeping  where  they  fell  facing  the  guns. 
Dying  as  brave  as  old  knights  of  Bruce; 

Who  would  not  be  brave  for  France? 

Glorious  France  at  this  peaceful  hour. 

Victory's   laurels   upon   her   brow; 
Her  tyrant  overthrown  from  power, 

Serene,  through  tears,  in  her  triumph  mow, 
While  our  dearest  ones  sleep  in  France ! 


86  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

The  Storm 

Teanslated  from  the  Fbench,  by  Madeleine  Murphy,  B.A. 

3N  tho  north  of  Scotland,  between  the  little  town  of  Kin- 
ross and  Looh  Leven,  celebrated  by  the  captivity  of  Mary 
Stuart,  stood  a  little  cottage,  occupied  by  a  poor,  infirm 
woman  and  her  son,  a  boy  of  five  years.  Late  one  summer's 
night,  the  mother  was  awakened  by  a  violent  gust  of  wind 
which  shook  her  humble  roof.  Her  first  thought  was  for  her 
son,  and  although  this  poor  woman  could  hardly  drag  herself 
along,  she  made  her  way  to  the  crib,  a  lamp  in  her  hand.  The 
child  was  sleeping;  one  of  his  little  arms  was  raised  over  his 
head,  forming  an  ivory  arch  above  his  fair  hair;  his  slumber 
was  peaceful,  and,  without  awakening,  he  seemed  to  be  smil- 
ing at  his  mother.  The  latter,  once  reassured  about  her  son, 
went  to  the  door  and  opened  it. 

The  air  felt  so  heavy  and  sultry  that  she  could  hardly 
breathe,  and  she  saw  with  anxiety  that  a  storm  was  impending. 
The  moon,  which  had  begun  its  course  across  a  clear  sky,  was 
now  losing  itself  in  the  clouds;  the  wind,  precursor  of  rain, 
was  rising  at  intervals,  bending  the  grass  and  the  plants,  and 
lashing  the  waters  of  the  lake  against  the  pebbles  on  the  shore. 
Finally,  the  clouds  were  all  gathered,  a  few  large  drops  fell, 
and  soon  torrents  of  rain  were  precipitated  furiously  to  the 
earth. 

The  mother  closed  as  best  she  could  a  rather  badly-jointed 
door,  and  came  and  crouched  as  near  as  possible  to  the  crib. 
Trembling,  she  awaited  the  first  thunder-clap,  and  when  it 
sounded,  she  said  a  single  prayer,  "My  God,  save  my  son!" 
When  the  tumult  and  danger  had  passed,  she  hardly  dared  to 
look  at  the  child.  Finally  she  fixed  her  eyes  on  him,  and  a 
sinister  thought  froze  her  with  fear ;  she  had  heard  it  said  that 
lightning  produced  death  with  incredible  rapidity,  and  left  to 
those  it  had  struck  all  the  appearances  of  life.    "Who  knows," 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  87 

she  said  to  herself,  "whether  or  not  this  child  is  still  mine; 
perhaps  his  soul  is  soaring  up  there  with  the  angels  above  the 
storm,  and  when  I  kiss  that  lovely  little  head,  it  will  crumble 
into  dust.  0  ray  child,  awake!"  she  called,  but  he  slumbered 
quietly  on,  without  changing  his  position. 

Vainly  new  thunder-claps  succeeded  one  another,  repeated 
in  the  distance  by  the  echoes  of  Ben  Arthy ;  vainly  the  noise  of 
the  rain,  beating  on  the  door  of  the  cottage,  mingled  in  the 
crackling  of  trees,  uprooted  by  the  wind,  in  the  midst  of 
Nature's  convulsions,  the  child  slept  peacefully.  His  mother, 
still  haunted  by  the  same  idea,  remained  leaning  against  the 
bed,  not  daring  to  touch  her  son.  However,  a  drop  of  water 
soon  trickled  through  the  roof  and  fell  on  the  neck  of  the 
young  sleeper;  he  heaved  a  gentle  sigh,  half  opened  one  eye, 
looked  up  at  his  mother,  and  then  fell  asleep  again. 

How  can  we  paint  the  joy  which  that  good  woman  experienc- 
ed on  seeing  that  her  son  was  still  alive  and  safe  ?  Sitting  down 
joyfully  on  her  chair,  she  prayed  again,  "Oh  my  God,  I  ask 
nothing  more  of  Thee.  Thou  hearest  the  cries  of  mothers  even 
above  the  noise  of  the  tempest ! ' '  The  storm  seemed  to  calm 
down,  and  the  thunder  could  no  longer  be  heard  rumbling  in 
the  distance.  But  suddenly  it  reapproached,  the  most  dreadful 
thunder-clap  shook  the  cottage,  the  poor  woman  fell  on  her 
knees  at  the  foot  of  the  bed.  From  that  moment  the  air  be- 
came more  quiet,  the  rain  now  fell  slowly,  drop  by  drop,  and 
silence  imperceptibly  established  its  reign  again. 

Some  hours  had  passed,  and  night  was  drawing  to  its  close. 
The  first  rays  of  dawn  began  to  appear  in  a  clear  sky.  The 
air  was  freshened  and  free  from  the  vapours  of  the  night  be- 
fore ;  the  grass  had  assumed  a  new  vigour  during  the  night ;  the 
flowers  raised  their  little  heads,  still  moist  with  rain-drops,  and 
one  would  have  said  that  sweet  perfume  had  been  sown  in  the 
woods.  The  child  awoke  again;  he  had  fallen  asleep  calling 
for  his  mother,  and  now  "mother"  was  the  first  word  which 
he  pronounced  on  his  awakening.  Seeing  her  prostrate  at  the 
foot  of  his  bed,  he  exclaimed,  "Why,  Mother,  have  you  begun 


88  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

the  prayers  without  me?    You  know  that  is  not  right.     God 
will  not  hear  you." 

Pronouncing  these  last  words,  he  got  up,  ran  to  his  mother, 
and  stretched  out  his  arms  to  embrace  her.  But  there  was  no 
response;  God  had  called  her  back  to  Him  during  the  storm, 
and  the  last  flash  of  lightning  had  put  an  end  to  her  existence. 
The  child  wept,  in  spite  of  his  tender  years  understanding  that 
he  was  now  alone  on  earth  with  no  loving  nor  sympathetic  hand 
to  dry  his  tears.  He  raised  his  eyes  to  Heaven  as  if  to  implore 
help:  at  that  moment  the  sun  shone  out  resplendently  over  the 
horizon  and  through  the  broken  panes  of  the  cottage-window — 
a  fitting  emblem  of  the  Providence  which  watches  over  all  or- 
phans here  below. 


WuBtt 

By  S.  M.  St.  J. 

They  deemed  it  "Waste  that  day  long  years  ago, 
When  Magdalen  poured  out  her  Ointment  rare 
Upon  the  Master's  Head,  till  all  the  air 

Was  filled  with  fragrance,  and  her  heart  aglow 

With  late-enkindled  love.  Then  some  did  grow 
Indignant  and  complained.  What  need  she  care 
For  man's  rebuke?    Did  not  her  Lord  declare 

She  ministered  to  Him  in  doing  so? 

E'en  now  as  then  the  worldly  wise  complain 

In  their  stupidity,  nor  can  they  see 
That  when  fair-gifted  souls  and  great  remain 

At  Duty's  post, — let  Opportunity 
Call  as  it  may — 'tis  Ointment  poured  again 

On  Him  Who  said  "She  did  it  unto  Me." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  89 

Officers  of  the  St.  Joseph's  College 
Alumnae  Association 

•§• 
1918-1919 


Honorary'  Patron — The  Very  Eev.  W.  R.  Harris.  D.D.,  LL.D. 

Spiritual  Director — The  Rev.  E.  Murray,  C.S.B. 

Honorary  President — The  Reverend  Mother  Superior  of  th« 
Community  of  St.  Joseph. 

President — Mrs.  J.  E.  Day. 

Vice-Presidents — Mrs.  T.  F,  McMahon,  Mrs.  J.  A.  Thompson, 

Mrs.  M.  Healy,  Mrs.  Wm.  Walsh,  Mrs.  A.  J.  McDonagh. 

Counsellors — Miss  Hart,  Mrs.  F.  O'Connor,  Mrs.  C.  Riley, 
Miss  McBride. 

Treasurer — Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse. 

Recording  Secretary — Mrs.  Paul  0 'Sullivan. 

City  Recording  Secretary — Mrs.  J.  M.  Landy. 

Out-of-Town  Secretary — Mrs.  Jno.  O'Neill. 

Press  Correspondent  Secretary — Mrs.  T.  McCarron. 

Historians — Mrs.  F.  P.  Brazill,  Miss  Blanid  Leonard. 


90  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Alumnae  Items 

The  Alumnae  is  an  Association  of  former  pupils  whose 
object  is  to  keep  in  touch  with  one  another,  to  prove  loyalty 
to  the  Alma  Mater,  and  to  promote  the  interests  of  Catholicity  in 
all  social  activities.  There  are  four  quarterly  meetings  during 
the  year,  and  at  these  a  flood  of  tender  memories  fills  the  hearts 
of  all  who  attend  the  reunions.  Membership  is  one  dollar.  Com- 
municate with  Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse,  treasurer,  57  Alvin  Ave. 

•  *     •     • 

On  March  23rd  Rev.  W.  L.  Hart,  who  returned  from  over- 
seas, celebrated  High  Mass  in  the  Church  of  St.  Francis 
Assisi.  Father  Hart  went  to  France  as  the  Knights  of  Colum- 
bus chaplain  with  the  140th  American  Infantry  from  Missouri 
and  Kansas,  and  in  one  of  the  engagements  when  all  the  offi- 
cers of  the  regiment  were  killed,  led  his  men  into  a  successful 
charge.  "Chaplain  Hart  not  only  rendered  spiritual  aid,  but 
by  word  and  example,  without  regard  for  his  personal  safety, 
encouraged  the  troops  into  action."  Miss  M.  L.  Hart,  our 
clever  and  energetic  counsellor,  is  a  sister  to  Rev.  Father  Hart, 
and  the  Alumnae  gladly  showers  Miss  Hart  with  congratula- 
tions on  the  return  of  her  beloved  brother. 

The  Toronto  Women's  Press  Club  has  wisely  elected  Miss 
M.  L.  Hart  President  for  the  ensuing  year. 

•  •     «     • 

At  one  of  the  largest  gatherings  and  most  successful  meet- 
ings of  the  Heliconian  Club, — when  Mrs.  W.  E.  Groves,  who 
was  introduced  as  the  "J.  Whitcomb  Riley  of  Canada,"  gave  in 
verse  a  number  of  original  characterizations  of  Canadian  chil- 
dren— Miss  Hart  was  tea  hostess. 

•  *     *     • 

An  important  appointment  in  connection  with  the  Imperial 
Daughters  of  the  Empire  was  made  when  Mrs.  Ambrose  Small 
was  elected  by  acclamation  as  supreme  organizer  for  the  I.O. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  91 

D.E.,  Toronto.    The  office  is  one  of  great  responsibility  and  we 
wish  Mrs.  Small  much  success. 

•  •     •     • 

Before  the  holy  season  of  Lent  passed  her  soothing  hand 
over  the  fervid  brow  of  social  Toronto,  Mrs.  Small  arranged 
a  "Mardi  Gras"  carnival  in  honor  of  the  newest  choral  so- 
ciety— the  Toronto  Choir — on  Shrove  Tuesday. 

•  •     •     • 

Mrs.  George  Griffin,  President  of  St.  Basil's  Council  of  the 
Catholic  Church  Extension,  through  her  executive,  arranged 
a  musicale  in  aid  of  this  great  missionary  work  at  the  home  of 
Mrs.  James  J.  O'Neil.  Mrs.  Fred  O'Connor  poured  tea  and 
was  graciously  assisted  by  Mrs.  J.  McDiarmid,  Mrs.  R.  J. 
Gough  and  Miss  Eileen  McDonagh.  On  the  evening  of  May 
2,  a  bridge  was  given  for  the  same  purpose. 

•  •     •     • 

Eleven  thousand  dollars  gathered  for  the  orphans  of  the 
Sacred  Heart  Orphanage  at  Sunnyside,  was  the  generous  re- 
sponse of  the  citizens  to  the  large  number  of  workers  who  turn- 
ed out  to  sell  shamrocks  for  this  cause  on  March  17th.  Among 
the  members  who  captained  the  teams  were :  Mrs.  A.  J.  Mc- 
Donough,  Mrs.  James  McCarron  and  Miss  Coifey. 

St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae  welcome  home  from  overseas 
Captains  Rev.  M.  D.  Staley,  Rev.  D.  Pickett,  C.S.B.,  Lieut. 
Allan  S.  Houston  and  Lieut.  Rudolph  Brazil. 

•     ••*«*•• 

Very  interesting  was  the  lecture  on  "Modern  Po'Cts"  given 
by  Professor  Keyes,  before  the  Edward  Kylie  Chapter,  I.O'.D.E., 
in  Sherbourne  Club,  April  5.  In  the  absence  of  the  President 
the  chair  was  taken  by  Mrs.  J.  C.  Keenan,  who  introduced  the 
speaker.  The  tea  table,  which  was  prettily  decorated  with 
daffodils  and  drapings  of  yellow  tulle,  was  presided  over  by 
Mrs.  James  E.  Day,  assisted  by  Mrs.  Fred.  O'Connor,  Mrs. 
Thomas  McCarron  and  Mrs.  E.  J.  Cummings. 


92  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

More  impressive  than  usual  was  the  Spiritual  Retreat  which 
opened  on  Thursday,  April  10,  11  and  12,  in  the  College  Chapel. 
Rev.  John  E.  Burke,  C.S.P.,  officiated  and  took  for  his  text 
at  the  first  conference,  "Come  and  See,"  and  followed  with  an 
instruction  in  the  morning  and  evening  on  modern  religious 
thought.  Th,e  principal  exercises  of  the  Retreat  consisted  of 
Mass  at  8.30  a.m.  and  Benediction  of  the  Most  Blessed  Sacra- 
ment in  the  evening.  Many  received  Holy  Communion  and  re- 
mained for  a  reunion  breakfast  on  Saturday  and  attended  the 
general  meeting  which  was  afterwards  held  in  one  of  the 
parlors.  During  the  Retreat  Mrs.  C.  F.  Riley,  Misses  0'- 
Donoghue,  Landy  and  Gallagher,  were  the  soloists.  The  sing- 
ing by  the  resident  young  ladies  of  the  College  was  most  ef- 
fective and  soul-inspiring. 

•     ••••••• 

On  March  12,  1919,  came  the  following  letter  from  Lieut. 
J.  D.  Vance:  "Please  accept  my  most  sincere  thanks  for  the 
thoughtful  Christmas  gift,  which  was  sent  me  by  St.  Joseph's 
College  Alumnae.  It  only  arrived  yesterday,  partly  on  account 
of  the  unsettled  conditions  at  present  existing,  but  mainly  by 
reason  of  my  erratic  movements  of  late.  In  view  of  all  this, 
the  caution  enclosed,  "You  must  not  peep  until  Christmas" 
was  quite  unnecessary,  wasn't  it?  Nevertheless,  it  was  greatly 
enjoyed,  I  assure  you,  and  I  trust  you  will  express  my  grati- 
tude to  the  Alumnae. 

•  •     •     • 

Captain  and  Mrs.  J.  E.  Robinson  returned  from  England 
on  April  23  and  are  staying  with  Dr.  and  Mrs.  T.  F.  McMahon, 

in  St.  George  street. 

•  •     •     • 

Mrs.  S.  G.  Crowell's  At  Home  was  a  bright  event  of  the 
season,  when  her  h,ome  was  thronged  between  the  hours  of  four 
and  six  o'clock  to  meet  her  guest  of  honor,  Mrs.  S.  A.  Crowell, 
of  Yarmouth,  N.S.  The  tea-table,  which  was  decorated  with 
spring  flowers,  was  very  pretty.     Mrs.  T.  H.  Andison  poured 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  93 

and  the  assistants  were  Mrs.  J.  McDiarmid,  Miss  Frances  Mee- 

han,  and  Misses  Bradley. 

•  •     •     • 

Mrs.  Ambrose  Small  is  a  delegate  at  the  annual  meeting 
of  the  Daughters  of  the  Emp.ire,  in  Montreal,  also  the  meeting 
of  the  Federated  Alumnae  of  the  United  States,  in  St.  Louis, 

Mo. 

•  •    •    • 

Mrs.  James  E.  Day  is  spending  a  few  days  in  Mount  Cle- 
mens, Mich. 

•  •     •     • 

Mrs.  B,  L.  Monkhouse  is  one  of  the  husy  captains  at  the 

K.  of  C.  Hostel. 

•  •     •     • 

Congratulations  to  Mrs.  Lawrence  J.  Congrave  on  the  re- 
turn of  her  son,  Lt.-Col.  Moore  Cosgrave,  D.S.O.,  and  two  bars, 
M.C,  Croix  de  Guerre.  Colonel  Cosgrave  went  overseas  as  lieu- 
tenant with  the  Ottawa  battalion;  to  Miss  Joan  Powell  (Mrs. 
Henry  Hollands-Hurst)  who  was  married  in  St.  Mary's  Church, 
Barrie,  by  Rev.  Dean  O'Malley. 

•  •     •     • 

Heartiest  congratulations  are  offered  in  response  to  the 
announcement  of  the  golden  wedding  anniversary  of  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  T.  J.  Day  of  Guelph.  In  keeping  with  the  celebration. 
Rev.  F.  "W.  Doyle,  S.J.,  rector  of  Our  Immaculate  Lady,  offi- 
ciated at  the  Thanksgiving  nuptial  High  Mass.  Master  Thomas 
Day,  son  of  Mr,  and  Mrs.  James  E.  Day,  came  from  Loyola  Col- 
lege, to  serve.    St.  Joseph's  wishes  a  continuance  of  this  happy 

Avedded  life. 

•  •     •     • 

Mrs.  Frank  Megan,  sister  to  Miss  Blanid  Leonard,  won  the 

beautiful  lamp  at  the  recent  bazaar  of  the  Loretto  Abbey. 

•  «     •     • 

The  Alumnae  will  be  sorry  to  know  their  President,  Mrs. 
J.  E.  Day,  will  not  be  able  to  attend  the  meeting  of  the  Feder- 
ated Alumnae  in  St.  Louis,  Mo. 


94  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Sunday,  May  18,  a  great  many  soldiers  were  indebted  to  the 
kindness  of  Mrs.  Ambrose  Small,  President  of  the  Ladies'  Aux- 
iliary of  the  K.  of  C.  Hostel,  for  a  delightful  musical  programme 

and  dinner. 

*     *     «     # 

A  speedy  recovery  to  Dr.  W.  J.  IMcDonaugh !   We  hope  the 
summer  in  the  country  will  renew  his  health. 


Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde  is  h,ome  from   California.     Miss  Nora 
Warde  remained  to  visit  friends  in  the  Middle  West. 


Mrs.  M.  J.  Healy,  who  has  also  returned  from  the  South, 
read  an  interesting  paper  on  the  California  Missions  to  the 
private  reading  circle  of  which  she  is  a  member. 

•  •     •     • 

Sincerest  sympathy  to  the  Rev.  Paulist  Fathers,  who  have 
been  bereaved  by  death  of  their  Superior  General,  Very  Rev. 
John  J.  Hugh,es ;  and  to  the  Misses  Deacon,  in  the  death  of  their 

sister  Genevieve. 

•  •     •     • 

At  a  recent  meeting  Rev.  Mother  Superior,  who  presided, 
gave  the  Alumnae  one  of  the  large  reception  rooms  in  the  Con- 
vent for  their  use  exclusively — to  hold  meetings,  etc. — and  to 
instal  a  library.  A  generous  donation  to  be  used  in  procuring 
books  has  been  given  by  the  President,  Mrs.  James  E.  Day. 

•  •     «     • 

We  are  pleased  to  hear  that  after  an  illness  of  six  weeks, 
Capt.  John  Sullivan,  father  of  the  Misses  I.  and  E.  Sullivan,  is 
now  on  the  way  to  recovery. 

•  •       w       • 

The  Alumnae  members  are  looking  forward  to  a  June  day's 
outing  at  St.  Joseph 's-on-the-Lake,  Scarboro  Bluffs.  Annual 
Election  June  29. 

LILIAN  McCARRON. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  95 

Community  Notes 

Sister  M.  Agiies  Bernard  Coyle. 

Death  claimed  another  of  the  senior  members  of  our  Com- 
munity on  Saturday,  April  24th,  in  the  person  of  Sister  M. 
Agnes  Bernard,  more  than  fifty  of  whose  seventy-six  years 
were  spent  in  the  loyal  service  of  her  Creator.  In  the  death 
of  Sister  Agnes  Bernard,  the  Sisters  of  St.  Joseph  have  wit- 
nessed the  passing  of  yet  one  more  of  the  number  of  those 
valiant,  self-sacrificing  women,  who  half  a  century  ago  and 
more,  endured  indescribable  toil  and  hardship  to  gain  a  firm 
footing  for  their  little  Community  on  Canadian  soil.  The  late 
Sister's  early  years  in  religion  were  spent  in  teaching  in  St. 
Catharines,  Ont.,  and  later  on  she  was  engaged  in  the  charit- 
able institutions  of  St.  Nicholas'  Boys'  Home.  But  whether 
teaching  th,e  little  children  or  administering  to  the  needs  of 
the  poor  orphaned  lads  in  the  Home,  Sister  Agnes  Bernard 
was  ever  the  model  of  a  good,  holy  religious,  kind,  obedient, 
and  a  strict  observer  of  rule.  No  one  could  know  this  dear 
Sister  and  not  be  impressed  by  her  unusual  spirit  of  prayer  and 
by  her  unbounded  trust  in  the  Providence  of  God.  Souls  of 
such  reverent  confidence  and  hope  must,  we  think,  be  very 
dear  to  the  Heart  of  Jesus,  and  we  would  fain  believe  that  for 
such  as  these  God  has  a  ready  pardon  and  an  undelayed  wel- 
come to  the  realms  of  eternal  bliss, 

•     •     •     • 

Sister  Mary  Veronica  Laurin. 

On  Thursday,  March  27th,  in  her  thirtieth  year,  after  a  lin- 
gering illness  of  ten  months'  duration,  suffered  with  heroic 
patience,  Sister  Mary  Veronica  Laurin  of  St,  Joseph's  Com- 
munity, welcomed  death  as  a  consoling  angel  to  bear  her  beau- 
tiful, pui'e  soul  to  its  eternal  reward.    For  the  five  years  of  her 


96  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

religious  life  th,e  saintly  departed  followed  faithfully  in  the 
path  of  the  perfection  to  which  she  so  ardently  aspired.  Her 
two  years  of  zealous  labour  among  God's  little  ones  at  the 
Sacred  Heart  Orphanage  bore  the  impress  of  the  tender, 
Christ-like  charity  that  characterized  her  every  word  and  ac- 
tion. Though  her  years  of  service  seem  but  very  few  according 
to  human  reckoning,  yet,  in  th,e  Mind  of  the  Divine  Wisdom, 
who  shall  say  how  many  they  number,  for,  in  short  space, 
generous  souls  accomplish  much  for  God's  greater  glory.  So 
may  it  have  been  with  our  beloved  Sister  who  has  left  to  us 
the  beautiful  memory  and  example  of  an  unsullied  life  of  most 
unselfish  devotion. 

"For  ah!  the  Master  is  so  fair. 
His  smile  so  sweet  to  banished  men. 
That  they  who  meet  it  unaware, 
Can  never  rest  on  earth  again. 
And  they  who  see  Him  risen  afar. 
At  God's  right  hand  to  welcome  them. 
Forgetful  stand  of  home  and  land, 
Desiring  fair  Jerusalem." 


Our  Mission  House  in  Prince  Rupert  continues  to  flourish. 
The  number  of  resident  and  day  pupils  at  the  Academy  is  stead- 
ily increasing  and  the  parents  and  friends  of  the  children 
throughout  the  parish  are  most  appreciative  of  the  work  being 
done  by  the  Sisters.  The  following  clipping  from  the  Prince 
Rupert  ''Daily  News"  speaks  for  itself: 

"W.  J.  Pitman,  A.T.C.M.,  local  representative  of  the  Con- 
servatory of  Music,  held  an  informal  examination  of  the  music 
pupils  of  St.  Joseph's  Academy  at  the  week  end.  He  expressed 
keen  appreciation  of  the  thoroughness  of  the  instruction  being 
given,  the  correctness  of  method  and  the  high  ideals  of  the 
courses  which  are  fully  in  accord  with  the  standards  of  the  To- 
ronto Conservatory  of  Music. ' ' 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  97 

We  are  sure  that  our  readers  will  be  pleased  to  learn  that 
the  little  missionary  band  of  Sisters,  who  left  for  "Winnipeg  in 
the  early  spring,  are  quite  delighted  with  their  new  surround- 
ings and  cannot  sufficiently  express  their  gratitude  to  the  many 
friends,  who  have  been  kindness  itself  to  them,  since  their 
arrival.  Although  it  was  a  sacrifice  to  part  with  our  dear 
Sisters,  we  feel  more  than  compensated  for  it,  by  the  thought 
of  the  immense  amount  of  good  that  can  be  accomplished  by 
them  in  their  new  sphere  of  labor.  Not  long  ago  we  were  hon- 
oured by  a  visit  from  the  Most  Rev.  Archbishop  Sinnott,  D.D., 
who  does  but  corroborate  the  many  gratifying  things  we  have 
heard  about  our  Winnipeg  Sisters. 

*  *     *     * 

The  Inspector's  report  of  the  excellent  work  being  done  in 
the  Public  School  in  Penetang,  which  last  September  was  plac- 
ed under  the  direction  of  the  Sisters  of  St.  Joseph,  is  most 

gratifying. 

*  *     *     * 

Rev.  Father  Carey,  C.S.P.,  Superior  of  the  Paulist  Com- 
munity in  this  city,  and  the  highly  esteemed  Spiritual  Director 
of  our  Community,  left  early  in  April  for  an  extended  holiday 
in  California.  Father  Carey  had  been  in  poor  health  for  some 
time  past,  but  we  are  pleased  to  report  that  he  has  now  return- 
ed and  is  feeling  much  better. 

*  *     *     * 

We  offer  sincere  sympathy  to  the  family  of  the  late  Mrs. 
John  Foy,  eldest  daughter  of  Sir  Frank  Smith,  in  the  death  of 
their  beloved  mother.  Mrs.  Foy  was  undoubtedly  Toronto's 
greatest  benefactor  of  Catholic  charities  and  a  genuine  friend 
to  the  needy  and  poor.    R.  I.  P. 

*  *     *     * 

Congratulations  to  Mr.  Philip  Pocock,  of  London,  Ont.,  on 
the  signal  honour  of  investiture  as  a  Knight  of  St.  Gregory, 
which  honour  was  conferred  on  him  by  our  Holy  Father,  Bene- 
dict XY.,  in  recognition  of  his  unbounded  generosity  in  further- 


93  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

ing  Catholic  interests  throughout  the  diocese.  Mr.  Pocock,  who 
is  a  brother  of  Sister  Alphonsus  (deceased)  and  Sister  Her- 
mann, of  our  Community,  has  been  long  esteemed  one  of  our 
best  friends  and  benefactors.  The  ceremony  of  investiture 
took  place  April  20th,  in  St.  Peter's  Cathedral,  London,  Ont. 

*  *     «     * 

We  regret  to  report  the  death  of  Mr.  W.  Clancy,  brother 
of  Sister  M.  Immaculate  Heart,  which  occurred  at  St.  Michael's 
Hospital,  after  a  prolonged  illness  of  heart  trouble.  Mr. 
Clancy  was  one  of  the  most  highly  respected  Catholic  gentle- 
men of  Toronto,  admired  by  acquaintances  and  loved  and  re- 
vered by  his  friends.  In  the  death  of  Mr.  Clancy  the  Sisters 
of  St.  Joseph  have  lost  a  benefactor  and  a  kind  friend.    May  his 

soul  rest  in  peace! 

*  *     *     * 

It  was  a  pleasant  surprise  for  us  to  receive  a  visit  during 
May  from  two  Sisters  of  St.  Joseph,  of  Eureka,  California. 

*  #     *     * 

We  are  pleased  to  hear  that  the  Rev.  Mother  Superiors  of 
both  Hamilton  and  Peterboro,  who  were  seriously  ill,  are  now 

quite  recovered. 

*  *     *     « 

The  following  note  of  thanks  received  from  the  celebrated 
Louvain  Professor,  Dr.  Maurice  de  Wulf,  after  a  little  enter- 
tainment given  by  the  College  girls,  in  his  honor,  may  prove 
of  interest  to  some  of  our  readers: 

Reverende  Soeur, — 

Je  me  fais  un  devoir  de  vous  exprimer  a  nouveau  mes 
remerciements  pour  la  belle  fete  que  vous  avez  bien  voulu 
m'offrir,  mercredi  dernier.  L'accueil  si  sympathique  que  vous 
m'avez  fait,  comptera  parmi  les  meilleurs  souvenirs  que 
j'emporterai  de  mon  sejour  a  Toronto. 

Veuillez,  je  vous  prie,  remercier  de  ma  part  les  soeurs  qui 
ont  eu  la  delicate  attention  d 'organiser  cette  fete  et  toutes  vos 
charmantes  pensionnaires,  qui  I'ont  si  bien  executee. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


99 


Agreez,  je  vous  prie,  1 'expression  de  mes  respectueux  senti- 
ments. 


Reverende  Soeur  Superieure, 
del'Instsitut  S.  Joseph. 


MAURICE    DE    WULF. 


*      *      #      * 


The  Sisters  of  the  Sacred  Heart  Orphanage,  Sunnyside,  To- 
ronto, wish  to  express  once  more  their  grateful  appreciation 
of  the  splendid  and  unselfish  services  rendered  by  the  Catholic 
people  of  Toronto  and  outlying  districts,  in  the  "Tag-Day" 
campaign  of  March  17th.  The  altogether  unexpected  results 
testify  to  the  whole-heartedness  with  which  these  kind  friends 
went  about  the  work.  The  Sisters  trust  that  the  "prayer  of 
the  orphan, ' '  which  God  has  promised  to  hear,  will  bring  down 
upon  their  benefactors  an  abundant  reward  for  their  gener- 
osity. 

«     *     *     * 

We  extend  heartfelt  sympathy  to  the  Community  of  St. 
Joseph,  in  London  and  in  Peterboro,  in  the  loss  of  those  dear 
members  who  died  since  the  last  issue  of  our  magazipe. 


--■/K'-' — ' 


'^ 


100  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


The    Elstones 

Miss  Isabel  C.  Clark  is  already  known  to  many  as  the  au- 
thor of  "Fine  Clay,"  ''The  Secret  Citadel,"  ''Young  Cym- 
beline,"  etc.,  and  we  are  sure  those  who  have  derived  pleasure 
from  the  earlier  stories  will  not  be  disappointed  in  the  latest 
from  the  pen  of  this  clever  authoress.  "The  Elstones"  is  what 
we  might  familiarly  style  "a  sweet  little  story."  It  is 
thoroughly  Catholic  in  sentiment, — some  may  think,  to  an 
exaggerated  degree  since  the  conversion  of  a  father  on  his 
death  bed  is  followed  in  less  than  a  year  by  that  of  his  three 
children.  However,  we  think  that  most  readers  will  agree  that 
this  outcome,  in  spite  of  its  seeming  improbability,  is  one  of  the 
chief  charms  of  the  story,  in  as  much  as  we  are  always  ready 
to  expect  wonders  from  fidelity  to  the  first  grace — and  we  never 
grow  weary  of  contemplating  the  marvels  that  accompany  the 
gift  of  Faith. 

Miss  Clarke  shows  herself  particularly  happy  in  her  cho-ice 
of  words  and  in  her  character  portrayals.  In  the  latter,  the 
reader  is  not  burdened  with  wearisome  details,  and  yet  one 
never  fails  to  get  a  vivid  impression  of  each  personality  intro- 
duced into  the  plot. 

"The  Elstones"  is,  too,  in  every  sense,  a  modern  novel,  and 
perhaps  few  would  find  that  the  commonplace  colloquialisms 
detract  in  any  way  from  its  dignity.  They  add,  rather, 
to  the  naturalness  of  scenes  and  characters.  Miss 
Clark  is  to  be  congratulated  on  the  skill  with  which  in  this 
story  she  has  toned  down  some  of  the  scenes  which,  to  our 
mind,  in  her  other  stories  are  rather  too  passionate.  We  high- 
ly recommend  this  book  to  all  lovers  of  fiction.    Net  $1.35. 


COLLEGE  VIEWS. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  103 


ST.  JOSEPH'S  COLLEGE  DEPARTMENT  EDITOELIIL 

STAFF. 

Editor-in-Chief— Miss  Ruth  Agnew,   '20. 

Associate  Editors — Miss  Helen  Duggan,  '19;  Miss  Helen 
Kramer,  Miss  Mary  Nolan,  Miss  Mary  McTague,  Miss 
Louise  0 'Flaherty. 

Local  Sditors — Miss  Estelle  O'Brien,  Miss  Hilda  Meyer,  Miss 

Mary  Coughlin,  Miss  Hilda  Bryan. 

Music  and  Art  Editors — Misses  Gertrude  Goodyear  and  Eliza- 
beth Divine. 

Exchange  Editor — Miss  Julia  Walsh. 

Reporter  of  College  Notes — Miss  Mary  McCormick. 

EDITORIAL. 

This  is  the  month  of  June — the  graduate's  own  month. 
After  long  toil,  beset  alternately  by  hopes  and  fears,  she  has 
attained  the  Summit  of  her  scholastic  ambition.  With  some 
pity  and  perhaps  a  little  envy,  she  looks  back  upon  those  fol- 
lowing in  her  footsteps,  and  eagerly,  yet  fearfully,  she  gazes 
at  the  great  unknown  world  spread  at  her  feet. 

She  is  going  to  take  up  life's  burdens  with  an  education 
which  will  always  stand  by  her  side,  a  "mighty  auxiliar"  and 
an  ever-present  support.  For  the  education  which  a  student 
of  this  College  receives  is  such  as  to  fully  qualify  her  to  com- 
petently carry  on  the  business  of  life.  Her  academic  training 
has  given  her  an  education  which  is  recognized  the  world  over. 
Her  convent  training  has  been  a  discipline  preparatory  for  later 
life,  and  a  development  of  her  mind  and  will  by  obedience  and 
self-control. 


104  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

The  Catholic  graduate  of  to-day  has  many  and  grave  re- 
sponsibilities. In  the  first  place,  she  must  never  forget  that  the 
eyes  of  the  world  are  upon  her,  and  that  the  opinion  of  many 
concerning  Catholic  education  is  based  on  the  conduct  of  one 
Catholic  graduate.  For  this  reason,  she  must  be  very  careful 
to  do  her  part  in  maintaining  those  high  ideals  of  Christian 
womanhood,  which  the  Church  has  always  upheld. 

To-day,  women  are  taking  a  prominent  part  in  public  life. 
There  is  no  greater  force  for  good  in  the  world  than  pure,  noble 
womanhood.  The  Catholic  graduate  must  prepare  to  take  a 
leading  part  in  social  and  other  activities.  She  must  I)ring  to 
her  life-work  the  lofty  purposes  and  ambitions  of  youth,  in- 
spired by  Catholic  thought  and  Catholic  traditions. 

In  political  life,  also,  women  are  playing  a  greater  role 
than  ever  before.  There  is  no  doubt  that  our  Graduate  realizes 
this.  In  her  Ethics  lectures  she  has  heard  much  of  the  State. 
She  has  learned  its  nature,  its  end,  its  obligations  towards  citi- 
zens, and  so  on.  All  this  she  realizes.  But  in  addition  to  this 
she  must  learn  to  realize  her  obligations  to  the  State  and  to 
observe  them,  as  far  as  in  her  power  lies.  The  time  has  now 
come  when  women  must  give  consideration  to  these  aspects 
of  life,  as  well  as  men. 

Social  service  presents  a  broad  field  to  the  Catholic  gradu- 
ate who  is  sincerely  desirous  of  making  this  world  a  better 
place  to  live  in.  There  are  but  few  who  fulfil  their  oibligations 
in  this  respect.  A  Catholic  girl  is  not  doing  her  duty  when 
she  leads  a  blameless  life  but  refuses  to  recognize  the  fact 
that  those  in  distress  have  a  claim  on  her  charity.  They  cry 
to  her  for  aid,  and  their  prayer  is  unheard  and  unanswered. 
Without  a  doubt,  this  apathy  arises,  for  the  most  part,  from 
sheer  carelessness,  sometimes  indeed  from  total  ignorance  of  the 
great  issues  involved.  It  is  to  be  hoped  that  our  Graduates 
will  no  longer  neglect  this  important  work. 

Loyalty  to  her  Alma  Mater  is  a  feeling  so  deeply  implant- 
en  in  the  heart  of  every  student  that  it  is  needless  to  dilate 
upon  it.     On  the  other  hand,  the  necessity  for  a  permanent 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


105 


class  spirit  cannot  be  too  strongly  emphasized.  Too  often  the 
student  in  after  years  gets  completely  out  of  touch  with  many 
of  her  fellow  graduates.  This  should  not  be.  Friendships  made 
in  the  intimate  companionship  of  school  life  are  too  precious 
to  be  carelessly  cast  aside  and  soon  forgotten. 

We  are  proud  of  every  one  of  St.  Joseph's  graduates.  We 
rejoice  in  their  happiness  and  congratulate  them  on  their  suc- 
cess. It  is  our  earnest  wish  that  they  may  nobly  uphold  the 
dignity  of  Catholic  womanhood  in  the  world;  and  our  sincere 
hope  is  that  the  honours  which  now  they  bear  may  be  precur- 
sors of  many  triumphs. 

Ruth  Agnew,  '20. 


THE  VALIANT  WOMAN. 

She  hath  put  out  her  hands  to  strong  things, 
And  her  fingers  have  taken  hold  of  the  spindle. 
She  hath  opened  her  hands  to  the  needy, 
And  stretched  out  her  hands  to   the   poor. 
Strength  and  beauty  are  her  cloth. 
And  she  will  laugh  at  the  latter  day. 


-t*i'^ 


106  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Violets 

By  V.  Gbaham.  Fobm  I. 

SEEP  in  the  shadow  of  the  dark  green  wood,  the  violets 
grew.  Apace  with  the  warm  days  of  May,  they  unfolded 
their  hoods  of  purple  and  greeted  with  a  smiling  face  the 
narrow  shafts  of  sunlight  which  shot  now  and  again  through 
the  tangled  branches  of  the  trees  at  the  foot  of  which  they 
grew.  Night  after  night  they  were  lulled  to  sleep  by  the  sound 
of  the  little  brook,  as  it  danced  and  rippled  onward  through 
wood  and  meadow  in  its  long  journey  to  the  sea.  Morning  af- 
ter morning  they  were  awakened  by  the  twitter  of  the  'birds 
as  they  perched  upon  the  boughs  and  sang  to  them  of  the  great 
world  outside  the  wood. 

And  so  the  summers  came  and  went,  and  the  approaching 
winter  moaned  through  the  trees.  The  leaves  had  fallen,  and 
the  little  songsters,  those  feathered  companions  of  their  bright- 
er days,  bade  them  good-bye.  Off  they  flew  toward  the  sunny 
South,  while  soft  white  flakes  spread  o'er  the  floor  of  their 
abandoned  home  and  the  Frost  King  shut  in  the  song  of  the 
brook.  And  the  violets?  They  dug  their  roots  more  firmly 
into  the  rich,  warm  earth,  and  lay  there  dreaming  of  the  time 
when  their  good  friend,  the  South  Wind,  should  again  bid  them 
don  their  feminine  finery,  and  the  birds  and  the  brook  should 
again  gossip  with  them,  telling  of  the  great  things  which  they 
had  seen  far  beyond  the  boundary  of  the  dim  and  silent  wood. 

Spring  had  come  again,  and  the  woodland  violets,  protected 
by  the  shadow  of  the  trees  and  refreshed  by  the  cool  draughts 
from  the  little  brook,  thrived  and  flourished,  putting  on  their 
glorious  attire  to  which  they  had  added  hundreds  of  blossoms. 

One  day  an  elderly  fisherman  strolled  along  the  bank  of  the 
little  rivulet.    His  face  revealed  but  small  interest  in  his  hook 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  107 

and  line.  His  thoughts  were  wandering  for  his  heart  was  sor- 
row-laden. He  was  thinking  of  his  little  girl  who  wa«  lying 
at  home  so  ill,  thinking  of  her  once  merry  ways,  of  his  great 
love  for  her  and  her  almost  adoring  love  of  him.  He  could 
go  no  farther.  Casting  aside  his  tackle,  and  throwing  himself 
upon  the  ground,  he  wept  as  only  a  strong  man  can  weep,  in  the 
extremity  of  his  grief.  Then  his  eyes  caught  sight  of  the  pur- 
ple garden  at  his  feet,  and  through  his  tears  there  came  a  smile. 
These  were  her  favorite  flowers.  Eagerly  he  gathered  a  pretty 
bouquet,  and  quickly  returning  home,  he  placed  them  in  the 
fever-stricken  fingers  of  the  child,  who  kissed  and  fondled  the 
bunch  of  purple  blossoms.    Happy  little  violets! 


Ctr  Mm 

By  Mary  McCobmick. 

"Yer  face  is  all  freckled,  well  whata  that? 
And  s'pposing  yer  hair  is  red. 
You  tell  me  the  crown 's  gone  out  of  yer  hat  ? 
'That's  nothin','  the  blind  man  said. 

''You've  a  worda  cheer  and  a  helpin'  han' 
For  a  poor  ole  soul  like  me, 
What'd  I  do  but  for  you,  lil'  man, 
Since  these  eyes  of  mine  can't  see." 


108 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


"T*   „ 


Many  thanks  to  our  Exchange  friends  for  the  Easter  num- 
bers, helpful  and  delightful! 

«    •     •    • 

We  bid  a  hearty  welcome  to  the  Toronto  Separate  School 
Chronicle,  the  first  copy  of  which  we  found  to-day  on  our 
exchange  table.  This  initial  number  gives  promise  of  an  ex- 
cellent little  monthly,  containingi  the  literary  and  artistic 
efforts  of  the  Catholic  children  in  the  Separate  Schools.  We 
shall  watch  its  development  with  great  interest. 


The  "Xaverian"  is  to  be  congratulated  on  the  roundness 
of  its  February-March  issue.  It  has  just  the  right  variety 
of  essay,  poem  and  short  story  that  makes  it  a  pleasure  to  read. 
The  essay  on  "Louvain"  was  both  interesting  and  instructive. 
We  sincerely  trust  that  Louvain  will  become  the  ideal  educa- 
tional centre  of  the  world  again.  We  especially  admired  the 
editorial  department  on  "Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier,"  one  of  Canada's 

ndblest  statesmen.    The  loss  is  deplored  and  lamented  by  all. 

•     •     •     • 

We  doubt  if  anything  excites  more  interest  in  our  circle 
than  the  arrival  of  the  Nardin  Quarterly.    The  Easter  Number 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  109 

is  quite  up  to  our  expectations.  The  sketch  artists  have  done 
particularly  interesting  and  unique  work.  "Victor  the  Loyal" 
is  a  very  clever  little  story,  and  points  out  to  us  how  brothers 
can  be  brotherly  in  a  quiet,  friendly  way.  The  poetry  is  what 
we  like  most  of  all,  representative.  The  Muse  seems  to  have 
paid  undivided  attention  to  all  classes  and  ages.  And  God 
love  the  one  who  devised  the  Little  Folks'  Corner.  It  is  pleas- 
ing to  see  the  Minims  given  something  all  for  themselves. 
We're  beginning  to  wish  the  Nardin  came  every  montkj  in- 
stead of  once  in  four. 

•     •     •     • 

Before  laying  aside  the  pen,  we  wish  to  add  a  word  of  com- 
mendation for  the  staff  of  the  "Lorettine."  It  is  well  conduct- 
ed and  well  balanced  in  all  its  departments.  We  make  special 
mention  of  the  poetry  both  because  of  its  profusion  and  its 
wide  variety  as  well  as  its  real  worth.  It  is  a  fine  instance 
of  good  things  coming  in  small  packages.  In  all,  we  say  this 
number  shows  excellent  work. 

JULIA  WALSH. 


By  Mary  McCobmick. 

Little,  lively,  furry  ball, 
Playing  in  the  morning  sun, 

Catching  shadows  on  the  wall, 
My !  but  aren't  you  having  fun. 


By  Alice  Kobmann. 

June  in  its  glory  is  with  us  now, 

Flowers  and  birds  make  the  whole  world  gay, 
Even  the  waves  on  the  rocky  shore 

Dance  with  the  sun-beams  the  livelong  day. 
Who  could  be  sad  in  June? 


110  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


SilasMarner 

By  Maby  Coughlin. 

3UDGED  t)y  many  to  be  the  best  of  Eliot's  novels,  is  this 
simple  story  of  English  life,  in  which  pathos  and  humour 
are  blended  to  form  an  ideal  story.  Beautiful,  indeed,  is 
the  message  the  book  conveys  to  us.  Pictured  before  us, 
through  the  magic  of  the  author's  pen,  we  see  the  bent  form  of 
the  old  weaver,  as  he  sits  by  his  loom  spinning,  as  it  were,  his 
thread  into  gold,  as  in  the  old  fairy  tale.  Day  dawns  and  night 
comes,  and  so  like  nature's  endless  repetition  of  time  is  his 
own  life,  its  monotony  brightened  only  by  the  yellow  mass.  In 
his  heart  is  a  bitter  feeling  against  all  mankind;  wronged  so 
cruelly  in  his  youth,  his  dearest  hopes,  his  cherished  dreams 
are  dead,  he  feels  that  he  cannot  forgive. 

This  is  Silas  Marner,  before  the  sweet  influence  of  a  little 
child  came  into  his  hardened,  godless  old  life.  In  the  small, 
pretty  village  of  Raveloe,  where  the  weaver  lived,  dwelt  a 
wealthy  farmer,  one  Squire  Cass,  with  his  four  sons.  Of  these, 
Godfrey  and  Dunstan  were  the  two  oldest,  the  latter  a  rogue 
and  the  former  little  better.  For  the  last  few  months,  Godfrey 
had  been  bribing  Dunstan,  with  large  sums  of  money,  to  keep 
secret  the  fact  that  he  was  married  to  a  dissolute  woman  who 
lived  outside  the  village. 

It  was  a  chill,  misty  day  in  late  November,  such  as  they 
have  in  many  parts  of  England.  Hurrying  along,  under  cover 
of  the  overhanging  fog  and  the  falling  darkness,  went  Dunstan 
Cass,  in  each  of  his  hands  a  heavy  bag  of  gold.  He  must  have 
money,  he  told  himself.  Godfrey  had  failed  him,  but  that 
white-haired  old  man,  who  dwelled  at  Stone  Pits,  that  old  her- 
mit, as  they  called  the  crazy  weaver,  he  must  have  gold  hidden 
somewhere.  So  Dunstan  liad  approached  Marner 's  cottage,  and 
finding  it  deserted  (for  Silas  had  gone  to  the  village)  had  en- 
tered, and  was  not  long  in  finding  the  old  man's  treasure,  hid- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  Ill 

den  among  the  bricks  of  the  hearth.  Then  he  passed  out — the 
soft  mud  could  not  hold  the  traces  of  his  footsteps,  as  he 
turned  in  the  opposite  direction  from  Raveloe,  and  with  him 
were  two  heavy  bags  of  gold — the  sole  joy  of  one  mon's  soli- 
tary life ! 

Weeks  passed,  life  at  Raveloe  went  on  just  the  same,  for  the 
excitement  caused  "by  the  loss  of  Marner's  gold  had  lost  its 
freshness.  As  for  the  poor  weaver,  he  went  about  as  in  a 
trance.  He  could  accuse  no  one  of  the  theft,  and  though  his 
sense  of  feeble  helplessness  aroused  the  general  sympathy  of 
the  village,  all  in  vain  were  the  searches  that  were  made. 
The  gold  was  gone  and  whither  no  one  knew. 

New  Year's  Eve  came,  and  feasting  and  merry-'making 
were  at  the  home  of  Squire.  While  Godfrey  hung  upon  the 
smiles  of  Miss  Nancy  Lammeter,  as  he  escorted  her  through 
the  dance,  out  in  the  wintry  night  his  own  wife,  cold  and  ragged, 
made  her  way  to  Raveloe,  carrying  in  her  arms  the  sleeping 
form  of  her  child.  Her  senses  somewhat  numbed  by  an  over- 
dose of  opium  as  well  as  the  biting  cold,  she  was  at  length 
compelled  to  fling  herself  upon  the  snowy  ground,  unable  to 
go  farther.  The  sudden  awakening  of  the  child  caused  the 
little  thing  with  babyish  instinct  to  make  her  way  to  a  glim- 
mering light,  not  far  distant. 

And  at  the  house  of  the  Squire  Nancy  and  Godfrey  danced 
on — out  in  the  night  his  wife  lay,  frozen  in  the  snow,  while  his 
little  daughter,  cooing  happily  to  herself,  awoke  Silas  Marner 
from  his  dreams  with  the  sound  of  her  sweet  voice. 

Sixteen  years  pass  by,  and  it  is  Sunday  morning  in  Rave- 
loe. Out  of  the  little  church  come  the  good  folk  of  the  village — 
Godfrey  Cass,  whose  tall,  erect  bearing  plainly  shows  the  signs 
of  a  better  life.  Leaning  on  his  arm  is  pretty  Nancy — it  is 
fifteen  years  since  she  became  the  mistress  of  the  Squire's 
household,  fifteen  long  years  since  Godfrey  learned  that  his 
first  wife  was  dead. 

Then  comes  Silas  Marner,  a  litt^le  older,  perhaps,  but  never- 
theless a  happier  man.     With  him  is  a  slender  young  girl  of 


112  ST.  JOSEPH  Ln^IES. 

great  beauty,  Godfrey's  own  daughter,  whom  Silas  has  brought 
up,  keeping  her  as  his  own  daughter,  and  calling  her  Eppie 
after  his  mother.  Godfrey  knows  that  she  is  his  own  child, 
and  many  times  has  been  desirous  of  adopting  her,  but  has 
been  prevented  by  Nancy,  who  knows  nothing  of  their  rela- 
tion. 

But  on  this  eventful  day,  a  great  change  occurs  in  all  their 
lives.  The  well  on  Marner's  property  has  suddenly  gone  dry, 
and  at  the  bottom  of  it  is  found  the  skeleton  of  Dunstan  Cass, 
together  with  the  two  bags  of  gold.  Stunned  by  this  discovery, 
Godfrey  tells  everything  to  his  wife,  and  as  soon  as  she  recovers 
herself,  they  set  out  for  Marner's  cottage,  where  Silas  and 
Eppie  are  making  merry  over  the  double  news  of  the  finding  of 
the  gold  and  Eppie 's  engagement  to  a  young  man  of  the  village. 
She  will  not  hear  of  leaving  Marner  and  going  to  live  at  the 
Squire's,  as  Godfrey  has  not  yet  told  her  who  she  really  is. 
But  as  ail  his  efforts  to  move  her  are  in  vain,  he  at  length  says 
that  '*a  father's  claim  is  stronger"  and  tells  her  that  his  wife 
was  her  mother,  and  she  must  now  live  with  him,  and  thus 
obtain  as  much  culture  and  refinement  as  'befits  her  station. 

Poor  Silas,  for  her  sake,  is  willing  to  let  her  go,  but  Eppie, 
feeling  that  all  his  sunshine  will  go  with  her,  still  refuses,  and 
Godfrey  and  Nancy  leave  them. 

A  few  months  later,  Nancy  arranges  the  prettiest  of  wed- 
dings for  Eppie,  and  the  young  girl  declares  that  in  all  the 
world  there  is  no  lot  so  happy  as  theirs ! 

Thus  Silas  Marner  found  a  solace  for  the  loss  of  his  gold 
for 

"A  child,  more  than  all  other  gifts 
That  earth  can  offer  to  declining  man. 
Brings  hope  with  it,  and  forward-looking  thoughts." 


Tfr' 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  113 


By  Nora  McGuaxe. 

Haw  fair  she  looked,  that  blushing  girl  and  sweet, 
How  I  did  envy  her,  her  charming  ways; 

The  whole  world  beckoning  outstretched  at  her  feet. 
With  hourly  joys  and  pleasure-laden  days. 

Far  from  a  world  with  sin  and  sorrow  rife. 

Sheltered  by  those  she  loved,  she  knew  no  taint. 

Sweet  joy  has  been  her  portion  all  through  life. 
Hers  is  the  face  that  artists  fain  would  paint. 

Untarnished  human  lily !  May  no  stain 
Of  worldliness  e'er  mar  her  petals  fair. 

God  grant  the  charm  of  girlhood  may  remain 
A  fragrant  perfume  on  sin-laden  air. 

What  holds  for  her  the  vista  of  the  years, 
This  girl  who  stands  at  Life's  wide  open  gate? 

I  know  not.    But  I  smile  and  pray  mid  tears, 
"God  bless  and  keep  you  safe,  dear  Graduate." 


114  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Leal 

Translated  fbom  the  Spanish  by  Meecy  Geoeqina  Powell. 

/fPI^  a  cold  rainy  morning  of  the  month  of  March,  1868,  a 
\l|/  young  man  sauntered  along  Sebastopol  Boulevard,  Paris. 
He  was  a  youth  of  twenty  summers  with  a  noble,  open 
countenance. 

Arriving  at  Lombard  Street  he  paused,  and  taking  off  his 
cap,  bowed  respectfully;  a  sombre  coffin,  of  extremely  poor 
appearance  was  being  slowly  borne  across  the  Boulevard. 
On  the  ragged  cloth  which  covered  it,  there  was  not  one 
flower  nor  any  other  sign  of  morning.  Only  a  dog  half 
covered  with  mud  and  in  an  attitude  of  profound  suffering, 
followed  the  funeral.  At  this  heart-rending  spectacle,  the 
young  man's  countenance  whitened  and  contracted.  He  mur- 
mured sadly,  "To  think  that  not  one  Christian  has  followed 
this  dog's  example,  what  a  century.  My  God!  I  am  going 
to  accompany  this  poor  deserted  creature;  it  shall  not  be 
said  that  he  was  buried  without  a  prayer." 

And  the  youth,  still  with  uncovered  head,  rushed  into  the 
muddy  street,  without  a  thought  for  his  fine  clothes,  and 
took  his  place  beside  the  dead  man's  most  faithful  friend. 
The  dog,  as  if  to  express  admiration  and  gratitude,  turned 
his  head  slowly  towards  the  new-comer.  He  stepped  back 
two  paces,  thus  placing  himself  beside  the  stranger  and  from 
time  to  time  glanced  at  him  affectionately.  Arrived  at  the 
cemetery,  the  two  carriers  roughly  raised  the  coffin  to  their 
shoulders,  and  turned  their  steps  towards  the  Fisa  Comien 
(common  grave),  cursing  the  rain  and  the  bad  roads,  as  they 
went. 

At  the  edge  of  the  frightful  hole,  rimmed  by  recently  dug 
earth,  the  dop  stopped,  and  stretching  out  his  paws,  and  rais- 
ing his  head,  commenced  a  loud  and  mournful  howling.     At 


ST.  JOSEPU  LILIES.  115 

this,  the  young  man,  already  deeply  touched  by  the  inhuman 
scene,  trembled  and  impulsively  exclaimed,  "Stop!  This  is 
horrible!"  and  pointing  to  the  ditch  where  just  and  wicked 
are  put  side  by  side,  to  the  grief  of  friends,  who  have  not 
an  obolus  to  purchase  a  small  portion  of  this  earth  that  God 
made  for  all,  he  asked,  *'Is  there  no  other  place  to  bury  this 
poor  man?"  The  two  men,  startled,  looked  up,  and  one  said, 
** Pshaw!  This  or  any  other  place  is  the  same."  His  com- 
panion, scenting  an  advantage,  made  haste  to  say,  "If  you 
wish  to  buy  him  a  grave,  he  may  be  buried  there,  although 
this  fellow  does  not  deserve  iti" 

"Very  well,"  interrupted  the  stranger,  "I  shall  speak  to 
the  Keeper." 

The  wooden  box  was  placed  on  the  ground,  and  the  two 
grave  diggers,  tired  no  doubt,  sat  on  it.  The  dog  had  not  been 
quiet  one  moment,  but  he  turned  to  watch  the  stranger  as  he 
moved  away.  When  the  latter  was  lost  to  view,  amid  the 
thick  trees  and  bushes  which  adorned  the  well-kept  graves, 
thinking  his  beloved  master  completely  abandoned,  he  again 
began  to  howl,  resting  his  head  against  the  box  and  paying 
no  attention  to  the  efforts  made  by  the  men  to  send  him 
away. 

An  hour  later  the  sad  ceremony  was  over;  and  the  poor 
man  rested  in  six  feet  of  ground,  marked  by  a  black  cross. 
After  commending  the  soul  to  God,  he  turned  to  the  dog, 
"Come  on,"  he  said  tenderly  patting  the  tear-stained  face 
with  his  nervous  and  delicate  hand,  "We  have  not  wasted  our 
time.  Come,  my  poor  friend,  your  fidelity  will  be  rewarded. 
I  adopt  you,  and  we  shall  come  frequently  to  visit  your  old 
master,  I  promise  you."  The  little  animal  raised  his  head, 
his  intelligent  face  brightening  as  if  he  clearly  understood 
these  words;  he  leaped  joyfully  and  kissed  the  caressing  hand 
of  his  new  master.  Then  turning  from  the  grave  once  more, 
took  the  road  to  Sebastopol  Boulevard. 

Now  we  shall  say  a  few  words  about  the  hero  of  this 'true 
story,  without,  however,  giving  his  true  name, — to  do  so  would 


116  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

perhaps  offend  his  modesty,  for  he  is  a  well-known  painter. 
We  shall  call  him  Leo  Vauns. 

Being  left  an  orphan,  Leo  dedicated  himself  to  Art,  in 
which  his  father  had  long  before  his  death  attained  great 
perfection.  Brought  up  by  a  kind  friend  and  pious  mother, 
Leo  had  at  the  age  of  eighteen  kept  his  heart  pure  in  that 
centre  of  licentious  customs,  called  the  Artistic  Life  of  Paris. 
Of  a  lively  and  frank  disposition,  and  a  most;  enthusiastic 
admirer  of  the  beautiful  and  magnificent,  he  had  had  the  wis- 
dom— rare  indeed — to  preserve  his  mother's  teachings.  Living 
alone,  he  worked  in  spite  of  the  fact  that  many  knowing  him 
to  be  wealthy,  ridiculed  his  habit  of  industry.  Little  did 
they  suspect  that  it  was  the  very  one  which  had  saved  him 
from  the  many  temptations  open  to  a  young  artist,  wealthy 
and  good-looking.  Discontent,  the  devouring  fever  of  the 
artist,  without  faith  and  energy,  had  never  ventured  to  pene- 
trate that  mind,  whence  it  would  have  been  cast  off  by  the 
sweet  remembrance  of  a  deeply  loved  mother  and  by  the 
splendid  works  of  a  father,  the  pride  of  this  dutiful  son. 

*     *     *     #     * 

To  return  to  our  story,  we  left  our  friends  on  the  road  lead- 
ing to  Sebastopol  Boulevard,  where  stands  Leo's  dwelling. 

They  had  walked;  the  changeable  weather  of  Spring  had 
cleared  and  the  sun  made  the  glass  windows  and  the  pools 
sparkle.  On  reaching  the  corner  of  Pears  Street,  the  dog 
halted  in  front  of  a  gloomy  house. 

"Are  you  not  coming?"  interrogated  Leo,  walking  back- 
wards. "Let  us  go  on;  we  are  not  yet  home."  He  whistled 
and  called  in  vain;  the  dog  heeded  not,  but  without  losing 
sight  of  his  benefactor,  came  and  went  uneasily  in  and  out  of 
the  dark  portal  of  the  house,  at  each  return  approaching  his 
new  master  and  howling  about  him  in  an  appealing  manner. 

"This  is  strange,"  thought  the  latter.  "What  is  the  mat- 
ter with  the  animal — he  followed  me  so  well?  Now  I  remem- 
ber. It  was  quite  near  here  that  I  met  him.  Perhaps  that  is 
the  dwelling  of  the  man.   Let  us  see — ,"  and  Leo  followed  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  117 


dog,  which  this  time  unhesitatingly  commenced  climbing  a 
dark,  winding  stair-way.  It  was  quite  impossible  for  Leo 
to  make  the  ascent  with  such  rapidity  as  his  companion,  so 
the  latter  waited  for  him  at  each  landing,  merrily  wagging 
his  tail  and  giving  short,  joyful  barks — as  if  trying  to  in- 
crease the  strength  of  his  follower. 

At  last  he  stopped  on  the  sixth  floor.  They  were  in  a  dark 
corridor  with  two  doors,  one  on  either  side.  The  dog  pushed 
one  of  these  vigorously,  disclosing  a  pathetic  scene  to  Leo's 
eyes.  On  a  coarse  mattress  covered  with  rags,  lay  an  old 
woman,  to  all  appearances  in  the  last  convulsions  of  a  cruel 
agony.  Beside  her  knelt  a  boy  of  ten,  weeping  bitterly.  At 
the  back  of  the  room,  illumined  by  a  bright  ray  of  sunlight, 
a  bundle  of  straw  still  showed  where  a  human  form  had  lain. 
On  a  shaky  table  and  in  front  of  an  image  of  Our  Blessed 
Mother,  stood  a  metal  Crucifix,  surrounded  by  artificial  flow- 
ers and  two  candlesticks  in  which  died  away  the  remains  of 
yellow  candles.  Not  a  piece  of  furniture !  Nothing !  Only 
a  few  ragged  clothes  hung  here  and  there  on  the  walls  of  this 
miserable  room. 

When  our  friend  entered,  the  dog  leaped  towards  the 
little  boy,  devouring  him  with  caresses,  while  the  latter  threw 
his  arms  around  the  animal's  neck  and  poured  out  his  pro- 
found desolation, — "Ah  Leal,  all  has  ended  for  us!  God  also 
wishes  to  take  Grandmamma !  We  are  going  to  be  left  alone 
in  the  world.    She  said  it.    We  al&o  shall  have  to  die — ." 

"No,  certainly  not!  You  will  not  die,  my  dear  little  boy," 
interrupted  Leo  with  voice  quivering  with  emotion.  "We  are 
here,  your  friend,  Leal,  and  I,  to  prevent  it." 

The  child,  startled,  got  up  and,  seeing  the  stranger,  stepped 
back  in  amazement.  He  fixed  on  him  two  very  large  and 
beautiful  black  eyes,  brilliant  with  tears.  At  the  strange 
voice  the  patient  had  slowly  raised  her  head,  and  her  look 
wandered  from  the  man  to  the  child.  Her  weak  voice  not 
succeeding  in  making  itself  audible,  Leo  went  near  her  and 
bending  down,  said  softly,  "You  can  listen  to  me  without 


118  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

exerting  yourself.  Be  comforted,  I  bring  you  some  conso- 
lation at  least."  A  ray  of  gladness  flashed  across  the  old 
woman's  face,  she  smiled  at  her  boy  even  as  she  breathed 
a  deep  sigh  of  suffering.  Making  a  superhuman  effort,  she 
murmured,  ''Speak!  Speak!  But  who  sends  you?"  Leo  ex- 
tended his  hand  toward  the  Christ  on  the  table  and  in  solemn 
tone,  answered,  ' '  He  who  forgets  no  one !  Through  Him,  you 
see.  Divine  Providence  watches  over  your  son."  Then  still 
inclined  over  that  miserable  bed,  he  told  of  his  meeting  the 
dog,  of  the  interest  the  poor  animal  had  aroused  in  him  and 
of  all  that  ensued. 

During  the  narrative,  all  in  Deal's  praise,  some  new 
strength  seemed  to  come  to  the  dying  woman,  and  at  the  end 
she  was  able  to  say,  "Ah,  thanks.  Gentleman! — My  poor  hus- 
band has  had  a  prayer — I  bless  you!"  and  she  grasped  the 
artist's  hand  with  her  own  cold  ones.  Her  act  of  gratitude 
went  straight  to  his  heart. 

''Do  not  tire  yourself,"  he  said  kindly,  "only  tell  me 
what  I  can  do  for  you."  A  faint  smile  appeared  on  the  suf- 
ferer's lips,  only  to  be  instantly  checked  by  a  painful  con- 
traction, 

"For  me — nothing  now,"  she  replied  with  voice  scarcely 
intelligible ;  ' 'but  for  him,  all ! — he  is  going  to  be  left  alone 
in  the  world,"  and  her  look,  more  of  heaven  than  of  earth, 
was  turned  towards  the  desolate  child,  who  stood  timidly 
in  a  corner. 

Her  heart  seemed  to  beat  anew  by  reason  of  the  joy  she 
felt,  and  a  faint  glow  was  visible  on  her  wrinkled  cheeks. 
She  extended  her  arms  to  the  child  in  a  last  effort  of  maternal 
love.  He,  weeping  bitterly,  was  wrapped  in  the  fond  embrace, 
and  the  words  of  the  Mother  in  agony  sounded  for  him,  "My 
child !  My  love ! — I  am  going — 0  my  God  have  mercy  on 
him' — ."  Leo,  deeply  moved,  made  the  child  kneel  beside  the 
bed,  and  placing  a  hand  on  his  head,  said  to  the  Grandmother, 
"You  may  die  in  peace;  I  swear  to  you  I  shall  be  his  protec- 
tor." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  119 

An  almost  divine  tranquility  settled  on  the  woman's 
countenance  and,  no  longer  able  to  speak,  she  placed  her 
trembling  hand  first  on  one  and  then  the  other  of  the  two 
heads,  bowed  as  if  for  her  blessing. 


To  those  readers  who  will  insist  on  knowing  the  name  of 
our  hero,  we  say,  "Consult  the  roll  of  Honour  Medals  of  the 
Gallery  of  1870." 

That  year  a  picture  was  exhibited ;  it  represented  an  artist 's 
elegant  studio;  a  boy  of  twelve  or  thirteen  smiles  at  his 
master,  under  whose  direction  be  holdly  sketches  something 
that  lies  on  a  velvet  cushion.  The  boy  is  Leo's  adopted  son 
and  his  best  pupil.  The  model  is  our  old  friend  Leal;  Leal 
scrupulously  clean,  with  silken  hair  artistically  arranged.  To 
say  more  is  needless.  This  piece  of  art  bears  Leo 's  true  name — 
it  is  not  given  us  to  draw  the  veil  from  that  great  heart. 


Sometimes  I  like  to  sit  and  think 

Of  Life,  as  just  a  winding  road. 
That  leads  from  Earth's  kind  mother-arms, 

Right  on  to  Heaven's  fair  abode. 

Along  the  path  God's  milestones  stand, 
His  Saints,  to  guide  us  on  our  way. 

And  I — well  yes,  I  like  to  think 
I'll  be  His  milestone  too,  some  day. 

S.  M.  St.  J. 


120  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


College  Notes 

The  young  ladies  of  the  senior  school  enjoyed  an  unique 
privilege  in  being  permitted  to  witness  the  opening  of  the  Pro- 
vincial Parliamentary  Session  in  February.  All  wish  to  express 
their  sincere  thanks  to  Mrs.  T.  W.  McGarry,  wife  of  Hon.  T. 
McGarry,  Provincial  Treasurer,  who  so  kindly  procured  this 
pleasure  for  them.  To  be  present  at  the  opening  of  Parliament 
was  quite  a  novel  experience  and  they  followed  with  intense 
interest  the  various  ceremonies  of  the  occasion.  Some  of  the 
more  ambitious  have  begun  to  dream  of  their  future  political 
positions,  and  what  they  will  involve,  if  women  succeed  in  get- 
ting "their  rights." 

•  •     •     • 

March  19th,  St.  Joseph's  Day,  is  always  hailed  with  great 
delight,  both  because  of  the  honour  due  our  Patronal  Saint 
and  also  because  of  the  traditional  half-holiday  that  it  brings. 
We  have  St.  Joseph  to  thank  for  the  fine  spring  day  he  gave 
us  for  our  holiday.  No  need  to  ask  if  we  enjoyed  it.  What 
school-girl  is  there  who  does  not  appreciate  a  half-holiday? 

•  •     •     • 

On  the  evening  of  Miss  Bessie  Devine's  departure  from  the 
College,  her  fellow-students  presented  her  with  a  Missal,  and  a 
pleasing  address  was  read  by  Miss  Heney  in  which  the  appre- 
ciation of  the  class  was  voiced  of  Miss  Devine's  faithful  at- 
tendance to  her  many  duties  as  President  of  the  Sodality  of  the 
Blessed  Virgin  Mary.  The  Editorial  Staff  of  the  College  De- 
partment will  also  miss  Miss  Devine's  generous  help. 

•  •    •    • 

On  March  29th  the  play  "Julius  Caesar"  was  presented  by 
the  students  in  Matriculation  Class  of  St.  Michael's  College, 
with  great  success.  We  admired  especially  the  delivery  and 
eloquence  of  both  Brutus  and  Mark  Anthony,  and  note  that 
there  is  a  promise  of  much  dramatic  talent  among  these  young 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  121 

actors.    The  luncheon  which  was  afterwards  served  was  very 
much  appreciated,  as  is  the  manner  of  school  boys. 

•  •     •     • 

Congratulations  to  our  graduate,  Miss  Edna  Mulqueen,  on 
whom  has  'been  conferred  a  K.  of  C.  pin,  in  recognition  of  her 
three  months'  faithful  service  at  the  Hostel. 

•  •    •    • 

On  Monday,  May  12th,  a  meeting  was  held  to  organize  the 
College  Tennis  Club  for  the  season.  The  following  officers  were 
elected:  Miss  Mary  McCormick,  President;  Miss  Virginia 
Cash,  Secretary;  Miss  Claudia  Dillon,  Treasurer.  The  Club  is 
high'ly  appreciative  of  the  beautiful  net  presented  by  Mr.  Mc- 
Cabe.    We  are  anticipating  a  tournament  and  a  lawn  tea  before 

school  closes. 

•  •     •     • 

On  April  2nd  St.  Joseph's  College  was  visited  by  Prof. 
Maurice  de  Wulf,  recently  professor  of  philosophy  at  the  Uni- 
versity of  Louvain,  and  at  present  attached  to  the  staff  of  St. 
Michael's  College.  Rev.  R.  McBrady,  college  chaplain,  intro- 
duced the  guest  of  the  evening,  as  one  of  the  world's  great 
scholars,  who  possessed  not  only  a  multiplicity  of  academic 
titles  and  degrees,  but  who  was  withal,  a  most  approachable, 
affable  and  amiable  ge^ntleman,  manifesting  th'^t  humility' 
and  condescension  which  is  characteristic  of  the  truly  great. 
The  Belgian  National  Anthem  was  next  sung,  at  which  the 
Professor  expressed  his  appreciation.  An  address  of  welcome 
was  read  by  one  of  the  College  students  and  a  cluster  of  flow- 
ers was  presented.  At  the  close  of  the  programme  the  students 
were  introduced  to  Professor  de  Wulf,  who  was  then  accom- 
panied to  the  reception  room,  where  some  pleasant  moments 
were  devoted  to  genial  conversation.  Professor  de  Wulf  will 
soon  return  to  Europe,  where  he  hopes  to  visit  for  some  time 
his  own  University  of  Louvain. 

•  •     •     • 

Miss  Dorothy  Steer,  who  has  been  a  resident  pupil  here  for 
some  years  past,  left  for  Halifax,  May  11th,  to  meet  her  father, 


122  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Major  E.  A.  Steer,  Transport  Officer  of  the  Canadian  Troops. 
Miss  Steer,  with  her  father  and  mother,  will  reside  later  in 
England. 

The  young  ladies  of  the  college  were  afforded  a  pleasant 
evening  through  the  kindness  of  Doctor  O'Hagan,  who  gave  a 
very  delightful  talk  on  Spain.  He  dwelt  particularly  on  its 
contributions  to  civilization  in  Art  and  Literature,  which  are 
misrepresented  by  the  majority  of  historians.  This  is  the  third 
time  Doctor  O'Hagan  has  spoken  in  the  College  Auditorium, 
and  we  hope  that  it  will  not  be  the  last,  for  we  appreciate 
and  benefit  by  his  lectures  more  than  we  can  say. 

•  •     •    • 

To  Mr.  W.  P.  M.  Kennedy,  M.A.,  Professor  in  Toronto  Uni- 
virsity  and  St.  Michael's  College,  we  offer  our  sincere  sympa- 
thy in  the  sudden  death  of  his  dear  young  wife. 

•  •     •     • 

April  23rd  the  College  was  decorated  in  patriotic  style  to 
welcome  Toronto's  heroes  home  from  the  front.  That  our  ef- 
forts along  this  line  were  appreciated,  may  be  gathered  from 
the  following  clipping: 

"Among  the  best  decorations  on  the  route  of  march  were 
those  of  St.  Joseph's  Academy  on  St.  Alban's  Street.  Banners 
of  bunting,  intertwined  with  flags  of  the  allies,  did  credit  to  the 
Sisters  of  the  Community,  and  besides  the  pupils  of  the  aca- 
demy took  an  interesting  part  in  the  welcome  to  the  returning 
men.  *'0  Canada"  and  "The  Maple  Leaf"  were  rendered  in 
splendid  voice  from  the  three  hundred  children,  and  when  the 
4th  passed  Ijy,  the  greeting  of  the  children,  who  waved  their 
flags,  was  one  of  the  feature  sights.  The  Battalion  recognized 
the  tribute  of  the  children  by  a  rousing  cheer." — Toronto  Tele- 
gram, April  24th. 

"We  are  deeply  indebted  to  Rev.  Father  Bonomo,  C.SS.R., 
who  so  kindly  provided  for  us  and  for  the  pupils  of  Loretto,  a 
special  performance  of  the  Passion  play,  Saturday,  April  5th. 
The  portrayal  of  the  several  characters  was  particularly  well 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  123 

done  and  the  beautiful  scenery  was  a  special  feature  in  the  play. 
We  are  proud  to  say  that  it  was  Miss  Madeleine  Murphy,  B.A., 
one  of  last  year's  graduates,  who  translated  the  play  from 
Italian. 

•     •     •     • 

Alma  Mater  was  delighted  to  receive  a  visit  during  Easter 
holidays  from  two  of  its  College  graduates,  Misses  Eileen  Dow- 
dall,  B.A.,  Almonte,  and  Emily  Quigley,  B.A.,  Penetanguishene- 


We  cannot  sufficiently  express  our  gratitude  to  Mrs.  Am- 
brose Small,  Honorary  President  of  the  Alumnae,  for  being  in- 
strumental in  obtaining  for  us  a  visit  from  Mile.  Yvonne  de 
Treville,  the  celebrated  Belgian  soprano.  Mademoiselle  was 
so  deeply  affected  on  this  occasion  at  the  mention  of  her  former 
home,  unhappy  Belgium,  that  she  completely  broke  down  and 
was  unable  to  respond  to  the  address  of  welcome  and  apprecia- 
tion of  her  beautiful  singing,  which  was  read  by  Miss  Wanola 
Collins. 


On  February  27th,  the  evening  preceding  the  departure  of 
our  Sisters  for  Winnipeg,  the  new  Mission  in  the  West,  a  fare- 
well concert  was  given  by  the  entire  school.  The  address  was 
read  my  Miss  Julia  Walsh,  in  which  were  expressed  the  good 
wishes  of  the  school  and  our  sincerest  gratitude  for  the  services 
rendered  by  the  Sisters  who  were  connected  with  the  academy. 
This,  the  third  Mission  of  our  Sisters  to  the  West,  we  trust  will 

meet  with  great  success. 

•    •    •    • 

The  Misses  Walsh,  Goodyear  and  Heney  made  very  charm- 
ing hostesses  at  the  reception  and  afternoon  tea  given  by  the 
Fourth  Form  on  May  3rd.  The  whole  senior  school  was  enter- 
tained and  the  pleasure  of  the  afternoon  was*  greatly  enhanced 
by  the  piano  selections  of  the  Misses  Didier  and  Fortier  and  the 
vocal  solo  of  Miss  Baechler. 


124  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

The  Little  Misses  Marjorie  and  Frances  Heffering  are  l^ack 

at  School  after  spending  the  winter  in  the  South. 

•     •     •    • 

"We  appreciated  very  much  the  kindness  of  Rev.  Brothers 

Francis  and  Gabriel  in  bringing  their  lantern  and  interesting 

moving  pictures  to  the  College  on  Saturday,  May  10th. 

•     •    •     • 

Those  who  remained  at  school  during  the  Easter  holidays 
enjoyed  very  much  the  "Ice  Cream  Party"  given  them  by  Mrs. 
J.  E.  Day,  President  of  the  Alumnae.  Many  thanks  to  our  kind 
friend. 

MARY  Mccormick. 


By  Mabguebite  Shoemakeb. 

I've  the  dearest  baby  sister  who  is  all  the  world  to  me, 
Her  face  is  wreathed  in  ringlets  bright  and  golden  as  the  sun. 

In  my  humble  estimation,  there's  no  fairy  fair  as  she, 
When  she  smiles  with  those  brown  eyes  of  hers  all  bubbling 
o'er  with  fun. 

You  should  see  her  when  she  coyly  tries  to  play  at  hide-and- 
seek. 

Peeking  out  from  chair  or  table,  she's  as  cunning  as  can  be. 
Why  I'd  give  my  eyes  this  minute  just  to  kiss  her  dimpled  cheek 

And  to  hear  her  say,  "I  see  'oo,  but  I  dess  'oo  tan't  find  me." 

Oh!  how  I'd  love  to  have  her  here  at  dear  old  S.J.C., 
But  she's  too  young — of  course  she'll  come  when  she  is  older 
grown ; 

Alas!  I'll  be  a  graduate,  and  she- — no  longer  three, 

Besides  'twill  be  her  turn  at  school  and  mine  to  stay  at  home. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  125 

Pen    Portraits 
Ted. 

By  Maby  McCobmick. 

"Ted,"  I  cried  in  vexatious  tone.  Really  this  was  a  most 
exasperating  little  animal — he  always  managed  to  create  an 
impression  of  extreme  indifference — sturdy  independence  with 
his  slow  determined  little  trot  and  his  cold  little  nose  sniffing 
the  air  expectantly.  One  would  think  to  look  at  him  now 
that  bright  red  genaniums  had  no  interest  for  such  as  he — 
that  any  one  would  dare  to  infer  that  just  because  he  was 
standing  peaceably  near  a  flower-bed  he  had  any  intention  of 
digging  for  a  lost  bone  there !  No,  indeed !  He  appeared  a 
very  select  little  pup  and,  though  I  had  many  times  been  de- 
ceived by  this  same  innocent  air,  I  once  more  fell  victim  to 
his  charms  and  cried  joyously,  *  *  Come  here !  Theodore  old  boy ! 
My,  but  aren't  you  the  cutest  ever!"  This  was  answered  by  a 
short  little  bark,  and  Ted  jumped  to  the  garden  seat  and 
showered  manifestations  of  his  doggy  affection  on  me,  inter- 
rupted by  joyous  little  barks  and  shakes  of  his  fuzzy  little 

tail. 

•     •     •     • 

My  New  Friend. 

Bt  Margaret  Noon  an. 

Mother  says  I  have  the  faculty  of  making  friends  with  the 
most  impossible  people.  Well,  maybe.  Anyway,  I  "made" 
another  yesterday.  "Who  is  it  now?"  gasped  my  mother. 
"Oh,  the  loveliest  lady.  Mother!"  I  enthused.  "And  she  said 
she'd  like  to  come  to  see  you.  She's  the  most  beautiful  lady, 
and,  and, — she  plays  a  street  organ  too."  I  ended  triumphant- 
ly.   Mother  gasped  again. 

"This  is  the  way  it  happened,"  I  continued.  "I  was  com- 
ing home  from  school  in  my  usual  leisurely  way,  when  I  heard 
the  strains  of  grinding,  measured  music.     On  drawing  nearer 


126  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

I  caught  sight  of  a  little  woman  all  arrayed  in  a  l)right-eoloured 
calico  dress  with  a  bright  red  shawl  over  her  shiny  black  hair. 
Seemingly  unconscious  of  the  absurdity  of  the  thing,  she  ground 
out  the  latest  ragtime  pieces  with  the  old-timers  like  "My 
Bonnie  Lives  Over  the  Ocean,"  and  the  immortal  "Marseil- 
laise," Her  oddly-draped  head  kept  bobbing  up  and  down 
like  a  woodpecker,  keeping  time  to  the  music  and  smiling  as 
if  she  had  not  a  care  in  the  world.  As  I  dropped  some  pennies 
in  her  box,  I  introduced  myself  by  telling  her  the  music  was 
very  nice,  and,  beaming  at  this  compliment,  she  began  to  play 
twice  as  fast,  so  that  the  music  came  in  little  jerks. 

Then  we  fell  to  chatting  about  many  things.  I  told  her  my 
name  and  where  I  lived  and" — ^but  the  horrified  look  on  mo- 
ther's face  hastened  my  assurance  that  the  dear  lady  was  even 
more  confidential  than  I.  For  said  I,  "she  told  me  all  about  her 
business  as  she  called  it,  and  how  it  had  been  a  good  year.  I 
asked  her  then  where  she  lived." 

"Oh,  youa  gooda  childa,"  she  returned,  "I  aint'ta  gotta  no 
home  lika  youa.  I  liva  with  ma  frienda  in  the  ward,  like  dis — 
I  goa  wan  placea  wan  night  and  a  different  wan  anoder,  so 
dat  none  of  dem  get  tire  of  me." 

"Well,"  I  said  at  last,  "I  hate  to  leave  you,  but  I  simply 
have  to  go  or  Mother  will  be  worried;  maybe,  though,  since 
you  haven't  any  home,  you  would  come  and  spend  a  night 
with  us.    Mother  would  love  to  have  you." 

' '  And  you  would,  wouldn  't  you.  Mother  ? "  I  questioned. 

But  Mother  had  fled.    I  wonder  why. 


Yankee. 

By  Vibginia  Cash. 

*  *  Yankee  is  dead !  Yankee  is  dead ! ' '  These  were  the  words 
that  greeted  me  on  my  return  from  school  last  summer. 

To  you,  perhaps,  they  mean  little,  but  to  me  they  spelled 
the  loss  of  a  dear,  big,  faithful,  loving  dog,  the  playmate  of  mj 
childhood,  and  the  pet  of  our  home. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  127 


He  was  a  St.  Bernard,  very  large,  with  a  shaggy  coat  of 
long,  light  brown  hair.  Many  a  time  did  he  patiently  stand 
while  a  wee  little  maid  climhed  upon  his  back,  and  then  very, 
very  gently  would  he  walk,  keeping  time  to  her  merry  laughter, 
while  she  clung  "for  dear  life"  to  his  long  hair. 

Many  times,  too,  when  Baby  Brother  lay  in  his  cradle, 
Yankee  had  gently  rocked  him  to  and  fro,  and  I  shall  never 
forget  the  hurt  look  that  came  into  his  eyes  on  one  occasion 
when  he  was  rather  unkindly  prohibited  from  imprinting  a  kiss, 
in  the  shape  of  an  affectionate  lick  of  a  rough,  red  tongue,  on  a 
tiny,  pink  hand. 

And  when  the  little  lad  and  maid  were  grown  into  mis- 
chief-loving children,  many  were  the  romps  they  had  with  their 
best  friend.  Boarding-school  days  came,  and  each  year,  on 
returning  home  from  school,  the  young  lad  and  the  merry  maid 
found  Yankee  grown  less  effusive  in  his  welcome  and  more 
quiet  in  his  ways.  Mother  said  he  was  growing  old.  Then  late 
one  afternoon,  in  keeping  with  his  later  quiet  ways,  quietly 
he  died. 

"But  it  was  only  a  dog,"  you  say.  "Yes,  I  know,  but  as 
his  great,  loving,  brown  eyes  closed  for  the  last  time,  one  more 
of  man 's  best  friends  had  passed  away. ' ' 


By  Helen  Kebnahan. 

Say,  little  Songster,  tell  me,  I  pray, 
Why  do  you  naught  but  warble  away, 
While  I  go  to  school  and  study  all  day? 
I  call  it  unfair.    What  do  you  say, 
Little  Songster? 

Nay,  little  Maiden,  nay,  talk  not  so, 
Each  has  God 's  work  to  do  here  below. 
You  do  your  part  when  to  school  you  go. 
While  I  sing  His  praises  soft  and  low, 
Little  Maiden. 


128  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


My    First    Loaf 

By  Margaret  Kane. 

jXt  AVE  you  ever  'baked  bread?  If  not,  you  have  yet  to 
^M    experience  that  thrill  of  pride  that  fills  the  heart  as  the 

'  family,  seated  around  the  dinner  ta'ble,  eagerly  await  you 
to  place  thereon  your  first  loaf. 

After  innumerable  pleadings,  Mother  one  evening  finally 
consented  to  let  me  do  the  baking  for  that  week.  Accordingly, 
before  retiring  that  night,  I  stirred  in  the  necessary  quantity  of 
flour  and  a  dissolved  yeast  cake,  or,  in  other  words,  "set"  the 
bread. 

•This  was  one  night  I  slept  very  little,  and  when  I  did  manage 
to  doze,  visions  of  huge  white  loaves  danced  in  my  head.  At  the 
first  call  in  the  morning  I  hurriedly  dressed  and  ran  down- 
stairs to  see  my  bread. 

Lifting  the  cover,  I  beheld  a  huge  mass  of  pure  white  dough 
risen  to  the  top  of  the  dish,  and  gently  falling  over  the  sides 
like  white  crested  waves.  In  a  few  minutes  I  had  it  out  on 
the  board,  kneading  with  all  my  might.  This  was  not  so  pleas- 
ant as  I  had  expected,  and  my  arms  ached  for  days.  After  the 
hour's  rising,  I  iplaced  in  the  oven  six  promising  loaves. 

It  was  now  ten  o'clock.  Would  eleven  ever  come?  Nervous 
and  excited,  I  paced  the  kitchen.  Every  now  and  then  I  came 
close  to  the  oven  and  fain  would  have  peeked  in,  but  not  for  all 
the  world  would  I  spoil  that  bread. 

Eleven  o'clock!  With  fear  and  trembling  I  opened  the 
door.  But  with  a  cry  of  joy  I  withdrew  a  pan,  and  ran  excited- 
ly to  my  mother.  I  had  been  successful !  Standing  firm  on  the 
pan  were  three  high  loaves  as  light  and  white  as  a  feathery 
cloud,  but  a  little  browned  on  the  top,  which  made  them  look 
even  more  enticing  and  delicious. 

Proudly  I  watched  my  little  brother  butter  a  generous-sized 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  129 

slice  and  take  the  first  mouthful.  With  a  grimace  he  swallowed 
it,  and  said  very  emphatically: 

"Ah,  Maw,  there's  something  wrong  with  this  bread.  You 
taste  it.    Margaret  isn't  so  smart  after  all." 

Mother  cautiously  tasted  a  piece,  while  a  knowing  smile 
spread  over  her  face. 

"Why,  child,  you  forgot  the  salt.  But  that's  all.  I'm  sure 
it  is  very  good  for  your  first  attempt." 

My  self-complacency  was  gone,  so  I  there  and  then  re- 
solved that  when  making  bread  again  I  would  put  the  salt  in 
first,  lest  my  pride  suffer  another  such  fall. 


®«rtt  3^0r  ©urn 

Jesus,  my  King,  I  have  crucified  Thee, 
Now  is  Thy  turn  to  crucify  me; 
Make  Thou  the  Cross,  be  it  only  like  Thine, 
Mix  thou  the  gall  so  Thy  love  be  the  wine. 

Shrink  not  to  strip  me  of  all  but  Thy  grace, 
Stretch  me  out  well  till  I  fit  in  Thy  place; 
Here  are  my  hands — felon  hands — and  my  feet; 
Drive  home  the  nails.  Lord,  the  pain  shall  be  sweet. 

Raise  me  up  and  take  me  not  down  till  I  die; 

Only  let  Mary,  my  Mother,  stand  by. 

Last  let  the  Spear  while  I  live  do  its  part, 

Right  through  the  heart,  my  King,  right  through  the  heart. 

— Selected. 


130  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


TRIOLETS  FROM  FORM  III. 


Each  afternoon  he  comes  to  call  on  me, 

I  find  I'm  growing  to  love  him  more  and  more. 

We  chat  a  while  and  then  we  have  pink  tea, 

Each  afternoon  he  comes  to  call  on  me. 

You  are  surprised?    You  really  needn't  be. 

For  I  am  fifty-six  and  he  is  four. 

Each  afternoon  he  comes  to  call  on  me, 

I  find  I'm  growing  to  love  him,  more  and  more. 

N.  McO. 

A  most  happy  birthday  "ma  chere  petite," 

And  a  great  many  more  to  come! 
You  are  ten,  you  say?    Then  let  me  repeat 
A  most  happy  birthday  "ma  chere  petite," 
Please  God  you'll  be  just  as  pure  and  sweet, 
When  another  ten  years  are  run. 
A  most  happy  birthday  "ma  ch6re  petite," 

And  a  great  many  more  to  come. 

M,  B. 

Not  as  a  poet,  do  I  pose, 

I  only  make  things  rhyme. 

Now  surely  everybody  knows. 

Not  as  a  poet,  do  I  pose, 

Aa   this  small   efPort   plainly   shows — 

I  may  be  one  in  time. 

Not  as  a  poet,  do  I  pose, 

I  only  make  things  rhyme. 

C.  D. 

I  tried  to  write  a  story, 
Something  witty,  bright  and  new. 
I  tell  you  I  am  sorry 
I  tried  to  write  a  story, 
For  it  brought  me  shame,  not  glory. 
To  my  dying  day  I'll  rue 
I  tried  to  write  a  story, 
Something  witty,  bright  and  new. 

C.  K. 

I  asked  the  chauffeur  to  let  me  drive, 
I'm  sorry  I  ever  did. 
I  know  I'll  regret  while  I'm  alive 
I  asked  the  chauffeur  to  let  me  drive. 
If  I  told  you  all,  you'd  never  survive, 
*Twas  a  series  of  skid,  skid,  skid. 
I  asked  the  chauffeur  to  let  me  drive, 
I'm  sorry  I  ever  did. 

E.  O'B. 


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ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  131 

The  May  Procession 

By  Mabgabet  Keenan,  Entbance  Class. 

"Oh,  Mother!"  exclaimed  Marjorie,  rushing  in  from  school 
and  throwing  her  arms  about  her  mother's  neck. 

*'"Why,  what  is  it,  Marjorie  dear?"  said  her  mother,  quietly. 

"Sister  has  told  us  to-day  there  is  to  be  a  May  Procession 
at  the  Church  and  all  our  class  is  to  be  in  it,  won't  that  be 
fine,  Mother?" 

"But  dear,"  said  Mrs.  Wynn,  gently,  "you  are  not  of  that 
faith  and  you  know  none  of  the  prayers. ' ' 

"Why,  Mother,  I  know  the  Hail  Mary  and  oh,  if  you  only 
knew  how  I  would  love  to  be  in  it.  I  have  never  done  any- 
thing for  our  beautiful  Mother,  and  I  should  love  to  do  it  for 
her  now." 

Mrs.  Wynn  sat  thinking  for  a  moment  over  this  strange 
request  of  her  eleven-year-old  daughter. 

"Do  you  really  know  the  Haily  Mary?"  she  asked.  "Then 
say  it  for  mother." 

"(Hail  Mary,"  faltered  Marjorie,  and  then  in  an  outburst 
of  tears,  exclaimed,  "I'm  afraid  I  do  not  remember  all  the 
words,  Mother,  but  I  do  know  what  they  mean  and  love  them." 

Mrs.  Wynn,  seeing  her  little  girl's  great  disappointment, 
answered,  "Well,  Marjorie,  I  will  go  over  to  speak  to  Sister  this 
a.  lernoon.    Do  not  worry  any  more  about  it." 

i  True  to  her  promise,  Mrs.  Wynn  went  to  see  Sister,  and  af- 
ter a  talk  with  her,  it  was  finally  decided  that  Marjorie  should 
be  in  the  procession. 

Such  preparations!  There  was  a  new  white  frock  and  a 
wonderful  white  net  veil. 

On  the  longed-for  day  Marjorie 's  father  and  mother  were 
among  the  crowd  that  thronged  the  Chapel  to  watch  the  beau- 
tiful ceremony. 

When  the  procession  filed  up  the  aisle  and  they  saw  their 


132  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

little  girl  placing  her  flowers  upon  Mother  Mary's  altar, 
a  very  strange  feeling  came  into  their  hearts.  It  was  all  so 
beautiful,  so  wonderful,  and  the  lovely  statue  of  Our  Lady  with 
her  arms  outstretched,  seemed  to  be  inviting  them  to  come  to 
her. 

When  it  was  all  over  and  they  had  reached  home,  Marjorie 
cried,  "Oh,  Daddy!  Mother!  wasn't  it  lovely,  and  I  never  was 
so  happy  before.  I  think  it  was  because  Mother  Mary  knew 
that  at  heart  I  was  her  little  girl." 

Mrs.  Wynn's  eyes  filled  with  tears.  *'Do  you  want  to  be 
her  little  girl,  Marjorie?"  she  asked. 

''Why,  Mother,  I  want  it  more  than  I  ever  wanted  any- 
thing in  my  life." 

"Then,  my  darling,"  said  her  father,  "your  wish  will  soon 
be  gratified." 

On  Sunday  morning  found  them  all  three  kneeling  at  the 
altar  Rail,  being  received  into  Mother  Church,  and  the  statue 
where  Marjorie  had  laid  her  flowers  smiled  down  upon  them. 


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Bt  Mabgabet  Mitchell,  Entrance  Class. 

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Yea,  even  about  your  name, 
That  gives  you  a  charm  quite  all  your  own. 
Other  months  do  not  seem  the  same. 

Perhaps  it's  because  of  your  fields  so  green, 
Your  skies  with  their  azure  hue. 
Or,  is  it  your  roses  and  singing  birds 
That  make  me  delight  in  you? 

Perhaps  it's  'because — nay,  not  perhaps, 

I  am  sure  that  it  must  be 

Because  you're  the  month  of  the  Sacred  Heart, 

That  makes  you  so  dear  to  me. 


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These  Benefactors  will  share  in  aill  the  prayers  and  good  works  of  the  Fathers 
and  Brothers  of  the  Province. 

They  will  be  rememibered  in  all  our  Masses  every  day. 

Every  Sunday  a  Special  High  Mass  will  be  offered  for  them  and  their  intention 
at  the  College,  Novitiate  and  Seminary  when  these  Institutions  are 
erected. 


Offerings  may  be  made  in  memory  of  the  Dead. 


All  Donations  may  be  given  or  sent  to 

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AND  RELIABLE    PRESCRIPTION    WORK 

A    FULL  LINE   OF 

Sick  Room  Requisites  and  Toilet  Goods 

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SPECIAIiISTS    in    cleaning    interior    wall 

decorations  of  all  description. 

Manuf<»cturers   of 

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for  materially  renewing 
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In  a  large  new  warehouse  built  by 
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Toronto,         -         Ontario 

FEDERATED  WITH  THE 

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TORONTO 


GENERAL  AGENTS. 

Royal  Ins.  Co.,  Ltd. 
Oontinental  Ins.  Co. 
Westchester  Fire  Ins.  Co. 
Alliance  Ins.  Co. 
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Electric  Wiring 
and  Repairs 


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Limited 


USE 


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SAVE  THE  WRAPPERS 


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The   new  Bleacher,  Purifier  and 
Cleanser. 

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This  Trade  Mark 


Suspend  Judgment  Uniil  The  Evidence  Is  All  In 

To  expect  to  determine  the  superiority  of 

as  a  laundTy  detergent  by  one  trial  is  about  like  making  up  your  mind  as 
to  the  durability  of  an  automobiile  after  bavinig  driven  it  merely  the  length 
of  a  ci'ty  block,  or  the  efficiency  of  a  new  employee  at  the  end  of  his  first  day's 
work. 

It  is  tihe  systematic  cfheok,  day  after  day,  noting  the 
effect  of  "Wyandotte,"  Yellow  Hoop  on  the  clothes,  and  its 
work  in  relation  to  other  suppliesi  necessaxily  required  to 
complete  the  laundry  processes  that  proves  its  worth  or  its 
lack. 

The  Institution  launderer  that  uses  "Wyandotte,"  Yel- 
low Hoop  with  no  more  than  ordinary  care  and  observa- 
tion, may  easily  satisfy  himself  fhat  this  is  true,  and  that 
it  gives  results  impossible  to  oljtain  from  the  use  of  any 
other  alkali. 

Order  from  your  supply  house, 

THE  J.    B.   FORD   CO. 
Sole  Manufacturers  WYANDOTTE,  MICH. 


in  every  package 


IN  Canadian  schools  there 
■■^  are  5,000  Underwoods, 
and  1,300  of  all  other 
makes  combined. 

And  in  offices  everywhere 
theUnderw^ood  is  supreme. 

Our  Employment  Depart- 
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UNITED  TYPEWRITER  CO.  LTD. 

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SAINT  JOSEPH'S  COLLEGE 

TORONTO      ONTARIO.     CANADA 


VOL.  VIII. 


No.  2 


Handsome  New  Furs 

Wide  Variety  —  Moderate  Prices 


Though  favored  by  fashion  at  all 
limes,  furs  have  nover  been  such  an 
absolute  necessity  to  the  correct  at- 
tire as  this  season. 

The  original  designs,  and  integrity 
of  the  quality  of  Simpson's  furs  back- 
ed by  a  rejnitation  of  which  we  are 
justly  proud,  are  sufficient  warrant 
for  us  to  guarantee  you  satisfaction 
on  any  furs  purchased  from  us. 

Our  stock,  consisting  of  imported 
creations  and  reproductions,  include 
fur  coats,  wraps,  and  novelties,  all 
displaying  the  authentic  styles  for 
the  coming  season. 

You  may  come  to  us  with  confi- 
dence in  our  ability  to  please  you. 
Our  prices  you  will  find,  considering 
the  qualities  shown,  decidedly  rea- 
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Young  Ladies  and   Little  Girls. 

8t.  Joseph's  College  is  Affiliated  to  the  University  of  Toronto  Through  tho 
Federated  College  of  8t.  Michael. 

St.  Joseph's  Curricula: 

1 — CoUefeO  Course  of  Four  Years — Classical,  Moderns,  English,  and  History, 
and  General  Courses,  leading  to  Degrees. 

2 — The  Collegiate  Course  (Upper,  Middle,  and  Lower  Schools),  in  which 
pupils  are  prepared  for  Honour  and  Pass  Matriculation,  for  Entrance 
to  Faculty  of  Education  and  Normal  School. 

3 — The  Acamedic  Course.  In  this  course  special  attention  is  paid  to  Modern 
Languages,  Music,  Expression,  Art,  and  Needlework.  In  this  Depart- 
ment students  are  prepared  for  Music  Examinations  (Instrumental 
and  Vocal)  at  the  University  of  Toronto  and  the  Toronto  College  of 
Music. 

4 — The  Commercial  Course  (Affiliated  to  the  Dominion  Business  College) 
prepares  students  for  Commercial  Certificates  and  for  Diplomas  in 
Stenography  and  Typewriting. 

5 — The  Preparatory  Course   includes  the  usual   Elementary   Subjects,   also 

French,  Drawing,  Plain  Sewing,  Physical  Culture,  and  Singing. 

For  Prospectus  apply  to 

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This  fine  Hospital  is  among  the  best  of  its  kind  in  Canada. 
It  was  founded  in  1892.  Its  excellent  record  in  both  medical 
and  surgical  lines  has  made  it  known  throughout  the  Dominion 
and  in  many  parts  of  the  United  States.  Patients  come  from 
near  and  far  to  benefit  by  its  medical  staff,  its  nursing  Sisters, 
and  its  skillful  nurses.  Its  surgical  wing  is  unsurpassed  in 
equipment.  On  March  19,  1912,  a  magnificent  Medical  wing 
was  opened  to  150  patients,  who  took  possession  of  the  new 
wards  and  private  suites.  The  Hospital  is  within  a  drive  of 
ten  minutes  from  the  Union  Station,  and  but  a  block  away 
form  St.  Michael's  Cathedral,  some  of  whose  priests  act  as  chap- 
lains to  the  Hospital.  The  Hospital  has  a  pleasant  outlook  se- 
cured by  the  beautiful  grounds  and  trees  of  churches  in  the 
vicinity.  The  institution  is  in  charge  of  the  Community  of  the 
Sisters  of  St.  Joseph. 


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^MURRAY-KAY  COMPANY,  LIMITED 

15-31  KING  STREET  EAST 

Telephone;    ADELAIDE    5100 

THE  PSYCHOLOGICAL  MOMENT 
FOR  THE  PURCHASE  OF  LINENS 

NOW! 

Doubtless,  in  a  dim  way,  you  have  realized  this  fact,  owing  to 
certain  rumors  which  have  reached  you  about  the  war,  the  dis- 
turbed conditions  in  post-war  Europe,  and  so  on.  Perhaps  you  have 
comforted  yourself  with  the  belief  that  presently  prices  will  drop, 
labor  conditions  will  right  themselves,  and  a  little  delay  will  enable 
you  to  buy  at  lower  prices.    This  is  far  from  the  truth. 

All  the  lengthy  and  arduous  process  through  which  the  flax  must 
pass  before  it  becomes  linen,  came  to  an  abrupt  and  sudden  end  sev- 
eral years  ago  in  Russia  and  Belgium,  nor  can  it  be  foretold  when 
it  will  be  resumed. 

In  Ireland,  too,  the  home  of  the  finest  linens,  the  industry  has 
been  curtailed  and  the  crops  have  twice  failed.  Thus,  the  lovely 
Damask  which  normally  would  be  awaiting  your  purchase,  at  the 
end  of  1919  or  the  beginning  of  1920,  probably  will  be  still  tucked 
away  into  the  tiny  space  of  a  flax  seed. 

Furthermore,  if  at  some  future  date  these  factories  should  again 
hum  with  life  and  the  flax  fields  again  be  dotted  with  busy  workers, 
the  cost  of  labor  will  never  resume  its  former  level  and  the  cost 
of  the  completed  product  will  be  far  above  it^  present  Murray-Kay 
prices. 

Murray-Kay  linens  have  all  their  pre-war  beauty,  weight  and 
fineness,  the  quality  is  unexcelled  anywhere,  and  the  economy  and 
wear  there  represented  cannot  be  estimated  in  money. 

The  Hesitator  in  this  case  will  indeed  be  lost. 

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the  dangers  of  milk  infection. 

The  basis  of  "Horlick's  Malted  Milk" 
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the  extracts  of  malted  grain  reduced  to 
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recognized  as  the  best  in  the  world. 

Send  a  postal  for  our  free  booklet. 

Select  from  it  the  type  of  machine 
you  would  like  to  have  sent  to  your 
home  for  free  trial,  all  charges  paid. 

If  you  decide  to  buy  it,  terms  will  be  made  to  please  you. 

If  you  don't  want  it,  it  will  be  taken  back  at   our  expense. 
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CANADA'S 

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MUSIC  STORE 

Importers,    Publishers,   and    Manu- 
facturers   of    Sheet    Music,    Music 
Books,    and    Musical    Instruments 
of  every  description. 

Our    stock    is    especially    adapted 
to  the  requirements  of  Teachkbs, 
Studknts,  Schools,  Convents,  and 

CONSEBVATOBIES. 

Write    for    Price    Lists    and    Cata- 
logues. 

Publishers  of 
Elementary  Classics 

Primary  Classics 

First  Pieces  in  Easy  Keys 
Melodious  Recreations 

Bead's  Easy  Method  for  Piano 
Vogt's  Modern  Technique 

Vogt's  Standard  Anthems 

Ideal  Anthem  Books 
Mammoth  Folio  of  Music 

Empire  Song  Folio 
Vocal  and  Piano  Music  of  All  Kinds, 
Standard  and  Popular,  always  on  hand. 
Let  us  supply  your  every  requirement. 

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Coal  and  Wood  Merchants 


HEAD  OFFICE 


49  KING   ST.  EAST,  TORONTO 


BRANCH  OFFICES. 

Front  Street,  near  Bathurst. 

Tel.  M.  2119,  M.     449 

Princess  St.  Docks Tel.  M.     190 

449  Logan  Ave Tel.  N.  1601 

Huron  and  Dupont Tel.  N.  2504 


YARDS. 

304  Queen  East Tel.  M.  17 

429  Spadina  Ave Tel.  Col.  603 

1312  Queen  West    .  .  .Tel.  Park.  711 

274  College  St Tel.  Col.  1304 

324  ^   Queen  West    .  .  .  Tel.  M.  1409 

572  Queen  West Tel.  Col.  12 

441  Yonge  St Tel.  M.  3208 


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Merchants'  Bank  of  Canada 

ESTABLISHED  1864 

Authorized  Capital  $  10,000,000 

Capital  Paid   Up , 7,000,000 

Reserve  Fund 7,437,973 

Total  Assets  Dec,  1918 173,000,000 


Board  of  Directors: 


LT.-COL.  SIB  H.  MONTAGU  ALLAH.  C.V.O.,  Fresident. 
K.  W.  BLACKWELL,  Esq.,  Vice-President. 
THOS.    LOira,    Esq.  A.  J.  DAWES,  Esq.  A.   B.   EVANS,   Esq. 

7.    OBB   LEWIS,   Esq.  F.    HOWABD    WILSON,    Esq.  E.    F.    HEBDEN,    Esq. 

ANDBEW  A.  ALLAN,  Esq.        F.    ROBERTSON,    Esq.  T.    AHEARN,    Esq. 

LT.-COL.  C.  C.  BALLANTYNE   O.    L.    CAINS,    Esq.  LT.-COL.    J.    B.    MOODIE 


E.  F.  HEBDEN,  Managing  Director 

D.  C.  MACABOW,  General  Manager 

T.  E.  MEBBETT,  Sup't.  of  Branches  and  Chief  Inspector 


SAVINGS  DEPARTMENT 

We  give  special  attention  to  Savings  Accounts.  One  Dollar  only  is  necessary 
to  open  an  account.  Interest  allowed  at  highest  Bank  Rate,  and  added  twice  a 
year  without  application  or  presentation  of  Pass-Book. 

No  delay  in  withdrawals.  Two  or  more  persons  may  open  a  Joint  Account, 
and  either  party  can  with-draw  money. 


GENERAL    BUSINESS 

Commercial  Letters  of  Credit  Issued,  available  in  Europe,  China,  Japan  and 
other  countries. 

Travellers'  Letters  of  Credit  issued,  available  In  all  parts  of  the  world. 

Travellers'  Cheques  issued  in  convenient  denominations,  available  In  all 
parts  of  the  world. 

Bank  Money  Orders  sold  at  all  Branches;  payable  at  the  ofllce  of  any  Chart- 
ered Bank  in  Canada. 

Loans  made  to  Merchants,  Manufacturers,  Farmers,  Live  Stock  Dealers, 
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CONTENTS 


Our  Lady  of  the  Lilies  (Portrait)    2 

Coventry  Patmore— Rev.  H.  E.  O'Keefe,  C.S.P 5 

The  Sinner  Meets  the  Priest-^Rev.  H.  F.  Blunt 21 

On  Saying  Grace  at  Meals— Rev.  M.  J.  Watson,  S.J 22 

September— C.  MePartlin  26 

Bishop  Crimont  of  Alaska— M.  S.  Pine  27 

In  Our  Music  Room — C.  D.  Swan 31 

A  Lonely  Hill— F.  B.  Fenton 36 

Selma  Lagerlof — Rev.  J.  Lilyjencrants   37 

Religious  Lnpressions  Gained  Abroad — M.  L.  Judd. 43 

Tantramar — Rev.  J.  Johnstone 52 

Anecdotes  of  Newman— Rev.  M.  J.  Ryan   53 

When  Summer  Dies — J.  Corson  Miller 63 

Apostasy  Under  Difficulties — Rt.  Rev.  J.  Cruise   64 

Sonnet— S.  M.  M 70 

The  Vengeance  of  Tito  Rossi — John  Ayscough's  Mother..  71 

Benediction— E.  R.  Cox   85 

History  and  Methods  of  St.   Vincent   de  Paul  Society — 

L  C.  Ball   86 

Officials  of  St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae   96 

Alumnae  Items    97 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Fonnal  Opening  of  the  College  Museum  115 

Community  Notes  119 

Graduates  1919  (Portrait)    124 

Graduates  1919 — Biographies    126 

St.  Joseph's  College  Department    125 

Graduation  Day  at  St.  Joseph's 129 

List  of  Honours   130 

St.  Joseph's  College  Results  of  the  Scholastic  Year,  1919. .  131 

College  Notes 135 

Joan  of  Arc   •  • • 139 


OUR   LADY   OF   THE   LILIES 


3pro  Sfo  rt  Alma  Mnttt. 

VOL.  Vin.  TORONTO,  SEPTEMBER,  1919.  NO.  2. 

Coventry     Patmore 

By  Rev.  Henby  E.  O'Keefe,  C.S.P. 

z:^  OVENTRY  Kearsey  Dighton  Patmore  died  December  1, 
yf^  1896,  and  was  buried  from  the  little  Catholic  church  at 
Lymington,  Hants,  England.  He  was  born  at  Woodford, 
in  Essex,  on  July  3rd,  1823.  His  father,  Peter  Patmore,  was  a 
friend  of  Hazlitt  and  Lamb,  and  there  are  letters  addressed  to 
him  in  Hazlitt 's  "Liber  Amoris."  Mr.  Edmund  Gosse  is  re- 
sponsible for  saying  that  Peter  Patmore  was  painfully  mixed 
up  in  the  Scott  duel  of  1821  and  the  Plumer  Ward  controveri-y, 
and  that  it  was  for  this  reason  that  Thackeray  refused  to  meet 
the  then  young  man,  Coventry  Patmore,  even  though  he  bore 
letters  of  introduction  from  the  distinguished  Robert  Brown- 
ing. His  early  youth  was  spent  in  comforta'ble  circumstances. 
His  father  had  a  house  in  Southampton  Street,  Fitzroy  Square, 
and  a  country  house  at  Mill  Hill,  not  far  from  London.  Prom 
the  'beginning  the  lad  was  a  great  reader,  and  he  had  many 
books  at  command.  When  about  fourteen  or  more  he  was  sent 
to  Paris.  He  lived  with  a  family  in  the  Fau'bourg  Saint-Ger- 
main, and  went  to  lectures  at  the  College  de  Prance,  He  re- 
mained there  for  one  year,  and  in  a  very  unhappy  mood.  Such, 
indeed,  is  the  recorded  impression  he  left  with  Mr.  Gosse,  to 
whom  we  are  indebted  for  almost  all  that  we  have  of  a  very 
scant  biography  of  the  poet. 

While  in  Paris,  Patmore  fell  in  love  with  a  beautiful  Eng- 
lish girl.  Although  she  rejected  him  and  married  another,  he 
considered  her  as  the  very  first  "Angel  in  the  House."  At  the 
age  of  sixteen  he  published  The  Woodman's  Daughter  and  The 


6  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

River,  In  1844  he  again  gave  to  the  world  a  volume  of  Poems. 
It  was  attacked  on  all  sides,  Blackwood's  Magazine  being  most 
violent  in  the  charge.  To  add  to  his  misfortunes,  just  at  this 
time  his  father  lost  everything  speculating  in  railroad  stocks. 
To  get  away  from  his  creditors  he  fled  to  the  Continent,  leaving 
his  son  Coventry  behind  him  in  a  penniless  condition.  He  went 
through  fifteen  months  of  severe  poverty.  Browning  was  kind 
to  him,  so  were  Barry  Cornwall  and  his  wife.  This  couple, 
later  known  as  Bryan  Waller  Proctor  and  Mrs.  Proctor,  at  a 
dinner  introduced  Patmore  to  Monckton  Milnes,  afterwards 
Lord  Houghton,  who  made  some  flippant  remarks  on  Patmcre's 
shabby  appearance.  Mrs.  Proctor  made  it  the  occasion  of  plac- 
ing Patmore 's  poems  in  the  hands  of  Milnes,  and  the  next  morn- 
ing she  received  a  note  from  that  gentleman,  offering  to  Pat- 
more a  post  in  the  library  of  the  British  Museum.  This,  with 
the  kindly  friendship  of  Leigh  Hunt,  buoyed  up  the  spirits  of 
the  poet.  In  1846  he  met  Tennyson,  and  for  more  than  three 
years  they  were  fast  friends ;  but  both  being  positive  charac- 
ters, there  came  an  estrangement.  About  1847  he  met  Rossetti 
and  probalbly  Millais.  At  the  invitation  of  Rossetti  he  contri- 
buted the  lyric  called  "The  Seasons"  to  the  Preraphaelite 
magazine,  The  Gem.  Mr.  Grosse  tells  us  that  Patmore  was  in- 
strumental in  bringing  Tennyson  and  Rossetti  together.  In  the 
same  year  he  became  intimate  with  Mr.  Ruskin.  Then  sudden- 
ly he  withdrew  from  the  world  and  married  Miss  Emily  Augus- 
ta Andrews,  the  daughter  of  a  priminent  Independent  minister, 
painted  by  Millais.  She  must  have  been  beautiful.  Mrs.  Car- 
lyle  accused  her  of  looking  like  a  medallion,  so  immobile  was 
her  beauty.  She  suffered  with  great  calmness  the  poverty  of 
her  husband.  She  bore  him  six  children.  She  loved  him,  she 
protected  him.  Tn  1862  she  died,  'being  only  thirty-eight  years 
old.  He  has  recorded  her  "Departure"  in  lines  tremulous  with 
pathos : 

"It  was  not  like  your  great  and  gracious  ways ! 

Do  you,  that  have  naught  other  to  lament, 

Never,  my  Love,  repent 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Of  how  that  July  afternoon 
You  went. 


"But  all  at  once  to  leave  me  at  the  last, 

More  at  the  wonder  than  the  loss  aghast, 

"With  sudden  unintelligible  phrase 

And  frightened  eye, 

And  go  your  journey  of  all  days 

With  not  a  kiss  or  good-by, 

And  the  only  loveless  look  the  look  with  which  you 

passed : 
'Twas  all  unlike  your  great  and  gracious  ways." 

Three  years  after  the  death  of  his  first  wife  Patmore  mar- 
ried again  a  woman  of  high  virtue  and  large  fortune.  Stricken 
with  heart-hunger,  he  sought  and  captured  responsive  com- 
panionship in  the  delightful  personality  of  Miss  Mary  Byles. 
Chilled  with  the  fear  that  he  may  have  violated  the  sanctity 
of  his  first  love,  he  explains  to  her  his  brooding  loneliness  in  a 
poem  of  exquisitely  shaded  feeling,  entitled  "Tired  Memory." 

Patmore 's  second  wife  relieved  him  of  all  financial  difficul- 
ties, and  some  have  said  it  was  she  who  made  him  a  Catholic. 
This  cannot  be  true,  for  his  mystical  aspirations  had  already 
and  unconsciously  made  him  a  Catholic.  He  was  of  too  inde- 
pendent and  candid  a  mind  to  be  influenced  either  by  Puritan- 
ism because  his  first  wife  was  a  Puritan,  or  by  Catholicism 
because  his  second  wife  was  a  Catholic.  Yet  it  would  be  wrong 
to  deny  that  these  women  must  have  indirectly  mellowed  his 
heart  and  soul — how  could  so  susceptible  a  character  as  his  re- 
sist them?  Father  Cardella,  the  Italian  Jesuit,  Who  is  known  as 
being  something  of  a  philosopher  and  theologian,  is  rumored  to 
have  said,  after  meeting  with  Patmore  in  Rome,  that  he  was 
Catholicism  itself  before  he  was  received  formally  into  the 
Church,  The  mental  processes  by  which  Patmore  worked  him- 
self into  becoming  a  Catholic  would  'be  a  most  interesting  psy- 
chological study.    There  is  no  one  to  tell  us  about  it  but  Mrs. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Alice  Meynell,  the  poet  and  consummate  essayist,  who  was  his 
sympathetic  friend  and  admirer.  She  may  not  be  versed  in  mys- 
tical theology,  but  she'has  subtlety  and  strength  and  feminine 
intuition,  and  a  rare  capacity  for  analysis. 

It  was  somewhere  near  the  year  1877  that  Mary  Patmore 
died,  leaving  the  poet  for  the  second  time  a  widower.  In  1883 
his  youngest  son,  Henry,  died,  a  youth  of  twenty-two,  and,  like 
Emerson's  dead  son,  he  was  a  hyacinthine  boy  of  rare  promise. 

There  remains  one  sad  story  which  Mr.  Edmund  Gosse  has 
repeated  in  an  article  on  Patmore  for  the  Contemporary  Re- 
view. With  a  pure  heart  and  wonderful  daring  Patmore  under- 
took to  give  to  this  suspicious  modern  age  the  candid  Christian 
interpretation  of  human  and  divine  love,  as  we  find  it  in  the 
forgotten  volumes  of  mediaeval  saints  and  Catholic  mystics. 
The  very  title  he  gave  his  essay — "Sponsa  Dei" — ''The  Spouse 
of  God" — would  startle  the  pietist  who  is  narrow  and  the 
vulgarian  who  is  unclean.  Alas !  perhaps  it  was  better  that  he 
should  have  suffered  melancholy  by  burning  on  Christmas  Day, 
1887,  this  extraordinary  manuscript,  which  has  been  classed  as 
a  masterpiece  by  the  distinguished  critic  who  read  it.  They 
who  know  The  Unknown  Eros,  and  The  'Rod,  the  Root,  the 
Flower,  must  know  the  truth  he  strove  to  teach.  If  it  is  not 
formulated  distinctly  in"  the  writings  of  St.  Bernard,  it  cer- 
tainly is  in  The  Ascent  to  Mount  Carmel,  whose  author  is  St, 
John  of  the  Cross.  Indeed  the  two  Spanish  mystics,  St.  John 
of  the  Cross  and  St.  Teresa,  gave  him  much  matter  for  his 
daily  practice  of  meditation  and  spiritual  reading.  His  second 
wife  has  shown  the  culture  of  her  spiritual  sense  by  her  trans- 
lation of  St.  Bernard's  work  on  The  Love  of  God.  Once,  when 
Patmore  was  writing  of  his  verses  "Scire  Teipsum,"  he  said: 
"They  may  be  taken  ...  as  expressing  the  rewards  of  virgin- 
ity attainable  even  in  this  life  in  the  supernatural  order." 

It  was  Patmore 's  heavenly  gift  to  have  met  early  and  in  this 
life  his  "predestinated  mate."  This  carried  him  without  blem- 
ish through  that  perilous  adolescent  period  of  the  heart's  his- 
tory.    With  single  eye  and  calm  vision  he  looks  upon  truths 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


and  tells  them,  to  us  with  the  ingenuousness  of  the  saint — the 
truths  which,  if  we  could  see,  would  nevertheless  be  unlawful 
for  us  to  utter.  Fortunate,  doubtless,  it  is  at  times  that  he 
talks  for  the  many  in  a  "Dead  Language,"  though  in  the  poem 
thus  entitled  he  regrets  that  it  should  be  so.  All  his  studies, 
his  introspection,  his  reading  'of  the  Fathers  of  the  early  Church 
like  St.  Augustine,  his  dabbling  in  physical  science,  his  ex- 
plorations into  what  he  calls  "that  inexhaustible  poetic  mine 
of  psychology" — all  these  are  used  but  to  sound  his  three  mys- 
teries, the  three  motifs  of  all  his  music :  God,  Woman,  Love. 
Through  the  procedure  his  intenti'ons  are  as  limpid  as  crystal. 
He  is 

' ' proud 
To  take  his  passion  into  church." 

He  writes  of  women  as  if  the  horrible  fact  never  came  to  him 
that  the  worid  can  corrupt  all  things,  even  so  fair  a  thing  as  a 
woman. 

In  his  essay  on  Woman,  entitled  "The  Weaker  Vessel,"  he 
ridicules  the  French  writer  who  classifies  woman  intO'  twenty- 
five  species.  Patmore  seems  to  perceive  that  not  only  is  every 
woman  a  species  in  herself,  but  many  species.  In  his  "Angel 
in  the  House"  he  has  sublimated  domestic  love  to  a  high  and 
holy  pitch.  With  wondrous  delicacy  he  attaches  a  sacred  sym- 
bolism to  a  tress  of  hair  and  the  flutter  of  a  ribbon. 

What  does  that  young  genius,  Mr.  Francis  Thompson,  mean 
when  he  accuses  Patmore  of  having  stalked  through  hell  like 
Dante,  and  of  having  drunk 

"The  moonless  mere  of  sighs. 
And  paced  the  places  infamous  to  tell 
Where  God  wipes  not  the  tears  from  any  eyes?" 

These  verses  may  possibly  refer  to  Patmore 's  later  days 
when,  in  depression  of  spirit,  he  could  no  longer  sing  aloud  that 

"Sadness  is  beauty's  savor,  and  pain  is 
The  exceedingly  keen  edge  of  bliss." 


10  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

If  melancholy  encompassed  Patmore  towards  the  end  when 
his  life  was  consumed,  it  never  touched  his  p&etry.  Nor  can 
it  be  said  that  this  ''black  humor,"  as  Mrs.  Meynell  calls  it, 
ever  found  entrance  into  his  essays,  Religio  Poetae,  an  extra- 
ordinary volume  published  in  1893,  manifests,  if  you  will,  a 
petulence  and  aggressiveness  betokening  the  advance  of  senil- 
ity. Yet  in  how  masterly  a  fashion  it  suggests,  in  a  few  brief 
essays,  thoughts  that  are  too  tender  and  too  glorious  to  be  am- 
plified !  He  sees  so  clearly  himself  that  he  has  nothing  left 
but  divine  contempt  for  those  who  doubt.  Wtih  grave  im- 
politeness he  assaults  Protestantism  as  a  moral  system  radically 
defective,  and  loses  his  temper  because  it  is  narrow,  extreme, 
and  vulgar.  He  proves  himself  conversant  with  occult  regions 
not  only  of  dogmatic,  but  also  of  ascetic  theology.  He  is  in 
no  sense  whatever  (for  he  lacked  the  learning)  a  theologian, 
but  he  is  devoted  to  St.  Augustine  and  St.  Thomas  Aquinas, 
and  in  a  felicitous  English  style  he  reveals  beauties  long  since 
hidden  in  the  writings  of  Sts.  Catharine  of  Genoa  and  Siena,  St. 
Teresa,  St.  John  of  the  Cross,  St.  Bernard,  and  St.  Frances  de 
Sales. 

Curious  it  is  that  for  the  most  part  the  modern  propagators 
of  the  Catholic  Renaissance  in  art  and  letters  and  spiritual 
science  are  English  Protestants  or  converts  to  Catholicism.  "We 
know  nothing  of  our  treasures  until  they  are  opened  by  eager 
hands  like  Pugin  or  Patmore.  They  were  both  sick  at  heart 
because  we  lacked  devotedness  for  our  fathers  in  the  faith. 
In  the  pressure  of  our  untoward  history  we  have  become  only 
half-educated.  We  have  lost  the  great  soul  and  broad  cul- 
ture which  created  the  music,  the  literature,  the  architecture 
which  for  largeness  of  conception  has  not  yet  been  equalled. 
For  our  chaste,  majestic,  plaintiff  chant- — God's  own  music,  once 
sung  by  saints  and  kings- — we  have  substituted  tones  out  of 
keeping  with  the  sacrifice  and  the  incense  of  prayer.  Our 
aesthetic  sense  has  become  un-Catholic.  In  1889  Patmore  pub- 
lished a  little  boiok  entitled  Principle  in  Art.  He  displayed 
a  keen  observation  of  lights  and  shadows — ^^he  has  an  eye  not  so 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  11 

much  for  the  styles  in  architecture  as  for  the  philosophy  in 
it,  its  cause,  ideal  greatness,  substance,  purpose,  and  "sym- 
bolization  of  sentiment,"  an  expression  by  Mr.  Ruskin.  His 
sighs  for  the  forgotten  past  are  frequent;  yet  they  come  not 
from  acute  despair,  that  disease  which  furrows  the  brow  of 
sensitive  genius.  He  has  no  belief  that  the  future  is  rich  in 
golden  promise,  yet  he  has  said:  '"I  have  respected  posterity; 
and  should  there  be  a  posterity  which  cares  for  letters,  I  dare 
to  hope  that  it  will  respect  me."  He  has  dubbed  the  nineteenth 
century 

"0  season  strange  for  song!" 

If  in  verse  execution  and  technique  Patmore  be  defective, 
his  vitality  is  so  imperious  that  we  yield  out  of  sheer  weakness 
to  his  mannerisms.  As  with  his  compatriot,  the  histrionic  artist, 
Sir  Henry  Irving,  we  are  pressed  to  give  way  to  his  magnetism 
even  vrhen  he  misuses  his  marvellous  voice  tO'  grunt  and  snort, 
and  distorts  his  divine  face  to  misshapen  attitudes.  Art  loses 
its  perfection  when  it  reveals  the  least  vein  of  eccentricity. 
Yet  some  weaknesses  sit  well  upon  and  actually  seem  eminent- 
ly proper  to  some  individuals.  The  wondrous  simplicity  of  dra- 
matism,  as  personified  by  the  Italian  actress  Duse,  can  never 
touch  the  point  of  classicism,  yet  it  is  the  most  finished  repre- 
sentation of  passion.  Patmore  roughly  exposes  the  statuesque 
composure  of  Emerson ;  he  flashes  all  his  cruel  light  upon  the 
veins  of  clay  and  forgets  the  comeliness  of  the  statue.  The 
American's  stoicism  irritates  him;  he  'brands  him  for  ringing 
the  changes  upon  a  few  themes,  a  fault  common  to  himself, 
for  he  repeats  ideas  both  in  his  prose  and  his  verse.  Yet  if 
truths  be  new  and  startling,  why  not  resurrect  them  into  a 
thousand  different  forms?  We  accept  almost  totally  the  judg- 
ments of  Matthew  Arnold  and  Patmore  concerning  Emerson. 
That  they  studied  him  proves  that  he  has  made  an  impression. 
No  man  is  closer  to  Patmore  in  manner  and  method  than  Emer- 
son, and,  strange  to  say,  even  many  of  the  prophecies  that  they 
uttered  would  seem  to  issue  from  the  same  lips.    We  cannot  af- 


12  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

ford  to  be  always  smelling  out  the  grave  sins  of  our  only  two 
original  geniuses,  Emerson  and  Poe.  Emerson  has  the  mysti- 
cal tendency,  and  were  he  a  contemplative  of  the  ages  of  faith 
he  might  have  given  us  a  book  just  this  side  of  inspiration — a 
work  like  the  Imitation  of  a  Kempis  or  of  Tauler,  the  German 
mystic.  Yet  this  may  be  on  a  plane  with  saying  that  if  Kant 
were  an  integral  Christian  he  might  have  left  us  a  Summa  like 
that  of  St.  Thomas  Aquinas.  Excepting  Isaac  Hecker,  Emerson 
is  the  only  American  who  manifests  any  higher  interior  ex- 
perience. These  two  men  differed  vastly,  and  told  each  other 
so  with  honest  openness  when  they  knew  each  other  in  youth. 

Concerning  the  theory  of  the  Anglo-Saxon  predominance 
over  the  history  of  the  future,  he  has  written  nothing.  He 
greets  with  keen  delight  the  artistic  and  searching  sarcasm  of 
Mrs.  Meynell  on  the  New-Worldling,  who,  if  he  be  not  a  bar- 
barian or  a  savage  in  her  eyes,  is  certainly  a  de-civilized  type 
of  society. 

Indeed,  it  may  be  said  of  Patmore  that  to  him  all  lovers  of 
the  people  were  beside  themselves,  and  the  advent  of  rich 
hopes  was  but  the  symptom  of  an  overwrought  and  decadent 
civilization.  He  despised  the  rabble,  and  made  it  the  visible 
organization  of  the  ''amorous  and  vehement  drift  «f  man's 
herd  to  hell."  It  had  nailed  Christ  to  the  Cross  and  it  was  not 
worthy  even  of  sociological  analysis.  In  his  essay  on  "Chris- 
tianity and  Progress" — meaning  material  progress — he  con- 
tends fior  an  opinion  w^hich,  so  far  as  I  can  learn,  is  theologic- 
ally correct,  that  there  is  only  a  distant  relationship  between 
the  one  and  the  other.  To  his  thinking,  if  Christianity  has  not 
sensibly  affected  progress — a  thesis  which,  by  the  way,  he  does 
not  uphold,  but  suspends  judgment, — if  it  has  not,  then  by  no 
means  can  it  be  called  a  failure,  for  the  reason  that  it  n'ever 
professed  to  prom.ote  material  amelioration.  In  the  same  pages 
he  parries  ruthlessly  with  the  distressing  question  of  the  num- 
ber of  the  elect,  and  although  he  would  reason  logically,  he  is 
too  impetuous  to  detect  that  sentiment  apart  from  logic  has  its 
own  argument — an  opinion  illustrated  in  Newman's  very  ori- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  13 

ginal  Grammar  of  Assent,  An  example  like  this  goes  to  show 
Patmore's  extremism,  his  ina'bility  to  view  the  field  from  all 
points.  He  lacks  mental  poise,  and  even  while  he  advocates 
repose  of  manner,  he  does  so  in  words  that  tremble  like  leaves 
in  an  unseemly  blast.  It  is  because  of  such  violent  Christian 
teachers  that  we  w^ax  frightened  at  those  words  of  music  and 
of  magic  "Progress,"  "Liberty,"  words  which  the  enemies  of 
Christianity  have  stolen  from  us  while  we  slept. 

Yet  it  must  come  at  times  to  the  most  unreasoning  optim- 
ist, as  it  came  with  vehemence  to  Patm,ore,  that  all  this  for- 
ward social  movement  may  be  but  another  bitter  jest,  illustrat- 
ing the  mere  impossibility  for  anything  in  this  or  any  other 
planet  to  be  at  rest.  'In  that  strong  poetic  utterance,  "Crest 
and  Gulf, ' '  he  leaves  us  with  the  impression  made  by  Tennyson 
in  "Locksley  Hall  Sixty  Years  After" — that  that  prophet  is 
wisest  and  taught  by  heaven  who  confesses  that  he  can  but 
see  nothing;  that  this  fresh  stream  .of  advance  is  only  another 
fitful  heaving  of  the  sea  of  history.  It  shall  mount  to  the  crest 
and  slope  down  ingloriously  into  the  trough  of  the  billow : 

"Crest  altering  still  to  gulf 
and  gulf  to  crest, 
In  endless  chase 
That  leaves  the  tossing  water  anchored  in  its  place!" 

This  sober  thought  tinged  his  patriotic  poems;  even  while 
they  breathe  a  fierce  love  of  country,  they  are  never  joyous. 
So,  too,  with  his  political  poems  (if  I  may  call  them  such) ;  they 
are  unhappy  to  a  degree.  He  is  peevish  and  ill-tempered  with 
those  who  prate  about  equality  and  social  rights: 

"Yonder  the  people  cast  their  caps  o'erhead, 
And  swear  the  threatened  doom  is  ne'er  to  dread 
That's  come,  though  not  yet  past. 
AH  front  the  horror  and  are  none  aghast ; 
Brag  of  their  full-blown  rights  and  liberties. 
Nor  once  surmise 
When  each  man  gets  his  due  the  Nation  dies; 


14  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Nay,  still  shout  'Progress!'  and  if  seven  plagues 
Should  take  the  laggard  who  would  stretch  his  legs. 
Forward !  glad  rush  of  the  Gergesenian  swine ; 
You've  gain'd  the  hill-top,  but  there's  yet  the  brine. 
Forward !  bad  corpses  turn  into  good  dung 
To  feed  strange  futures  beautiful  and  young. 
Forward!  to  meet  the  welcome  of  the  waves 
That  mount  to  'whelm  the  freedom  which  enslaves. 
Forward!   Good  speed  ye  down  the  damn'd  decline. 
And  grant  ye  the  Fool's  true  good  in  abject  ruin's  gulf, 
As  the  Wise  see  him  so  to  see  himself!" 

If  he  is  intolerant  and  aristocratic  in  his  politics,  so,  too,  can 
be  become  of  very  narrow  gauge  in  matters  of  religion.  His 
Catholicity  is  very  ,often  unmannerly  and  aggressive.  He  tries 
to  introduce  a  species  of  ultra-Toryism  into  it  which  is  out  of 
harmony  with  its  very  name.  If  a  series  of  hypotheses  were 
constructed  purporting  to  give  the  percentage  of  the  elect,  it 
would  probably  have  suited  his  cast  of  mind  to  choose  the 
one  that  sent  most  souls  to  damnation.  One  has  but  to  read 
the  essay  on  "Distinction"  to  learn  his  opinion  of  Modern 
Demccracy:  "I  confess,  therefore,  to  a  joyful  satisfaction  in 
my  conviction  that  a  real  Democracy,  such  as  ours,  in  which 
the  voice  of  every  untaught  ninny  or  petty  knave  is  as  poten- 
tial as  that  of  the  wisest  and  most  cultivated,  is  so  contrary  to 
nature  and  order  that  it  is  necessarily  self-destructive.  In 
America  there  are  already  signs  of  the  rise  of  an  aristocracy 
which  promises  to  be  more  exclusive  and  may,  in  the  end,  make 
itself  more  predominant  than  any  of  the  aristocracies  of 
Europe  ;  and  our  own  Democracy,  being  entirely  without  bridle, 
can  scarcely  fail  to  come  to  an  early  and  probably  a  violent 
end  ...  In  the  meantime,  'genius'  and  'distinction'  wull  become 
more  and  more  identified  with  loudness;  floods  of  vehement 
verbiage,  without  any  sincere  conviction,  or  indications  of  the 
character  capable  of  arriving  at  one;  inhuman  humanitarian- 
ism  ;  profanity,  the  poisoner  of  the  roots  of  life ;  tolerance  and 
even  upon  profession  and  adoption  of  ideas  which  Rochester 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  15 

and  Little  would  have  been  ashamed  even  remotely  to  suggest ; 
praise  of  any  view  of  morals  provided  it  to  be  an  unprecedented 
one ;  faith  in  any  foolish  doctrine  that  sufficiently  disclaims  au- 
thority. That  such  a  writer  as  Walt  Whitman  should  have 
attained  to  be  thought  a  distinguished  poet  by  many  persons 
generally  believed  to  have  themselves  claims  to  distinction, 
surely  more  than  justifies  my  forecast  of  what  is  coming.  That 
amazing  consummation  is  already  come, " 

Mr.  Patmore  is  best  in  the  serener  ether  of  contemplation. 
It  is  here  that  he  proves  himself  a  man  of  deep  religious  in- 
stinct. He  revels  in  the  most  abstruse  proiblems  concerning 
the  being  of  God. '  He  approaches  the  mystery  of  the  triple  Per- 
sonality in  one  Being  as  the  only  condition  by  which  he  can 
apprehend  the  Deity.  What,  after  all,  is  the  Trinity  but  the 
relation  between  Subject  and  Object — that  which  is  theological 
terminology  is  called  divine  immanence?  He  has  grasped  this 
truth  with  unusual  facility.  In  ''The  Three  Witnesses"  the 
poetry  is  defective,  but  the  thought  is  clear.  How  wonderful 
to  think  that  Greek  philosophers  earlier  than  Plato,  and  that 
wise  men  from  Egypt  and  India  more  or  less  obscurely,  appre- 
hend God  under  what  Patmore  calls  "the  analogue  of  differ- 
•  ence  of  sex  in  one  entity ! "  To  Orpheus  is  attributed :  ' '  God  is 
a  beautiful  Youth  and  a  Divine  Nymph."  Plato  divined  that 
there  are  three  sexes  in  every  entity.  With  Christian  theology 
the  Holy  Spirit  is  the  "amplexus"  of  the  First  Person  and  the 
Second  of  the  Ever-Blessed  Trinity.  So,  too,  is  this  living 
triplicity  somewhat  shadowed  forth  in  the  animal,  vegetable, 
and  mineral  kingdoms.  The  grossest  atom  in  this  universe  is 
the  "amplexus"  of  the  two  opposed  forces,  expansion  and  con- 
traction. All  being  is  the  harmony  of  two  opposites.  That 
which  exists  is  the  result  of  -a  process — thesis,  antithesis  and 
synthesis.  All  entity  has  a  unity  in  trinity.  That  which  is 
natural  and  human  takes  the  form  of  sex. 

To  be  sure,  it  were  useless  to  imagine  that  such  propositions 
can  arouse  conviction  at  the  first  presentation.  The  mere 
reading  of  Patmore 's  essay,  "The  Bow  Set  in  the  Cloud,"  is 


16  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

valueless  unless  it  can  be  studied  and  prayed  over.  He  who 
would  rend  the  A'eil  must  have  clean  hands.  His  eyes  must  be 
of  the  spirit  to  discern  Wisdom  when  she  is  unveiled.  As  St. 
George  Mivart  recently  remarked,  the  sensuous  images  which 
are  used  in  one  age  to  express  God,  who  is  unimaginable,  may 
be  quite  repellant  to  the  eyes  of  another  age.  There  is  no 
irreverence  or  lack  of  faith  in  pasisng  by  the  non-essential  He- 
braicisms  which  appeal  to  peoples  of  the  Orient.  That  tender 
intimacy  tempered  Avith  fear — the  agony  of  desire  between  the 
soul  and  God — bears  in  "the  unitive  way"  an  analogy  between 
the  affection  of  bride  dnd  lover.  In  the  days  of  King  Edward 
III.  of  England  an  anchoress  of  Norwich  named  Mother  Ju- 
liana, wrote  charming  revelations  of  divine  love.  There  are  sev- 
eral passages  relative  to  what  she  expresses  in  old  English  as : 
"Three  manners  of  beholdings  of  Mother-head  in  God."  Take 
private  revelations  for  what  they  are  worth,  but  if  the  term 
"Motherhood  of  God"  seems  strange  to  us  it  is  because  we  do 
not  know  how  to  express  the  element  of  femininity  which  exists 
in  God,  and  in  Woman  as  she  is  the  reflection  of  some  of  the 
attributes  of  God.  Christ  as  a  man,  and  also  as  the  literal  mani- 
festation of  God  in  history,  combines  in  their  proper  propor- 
tion the  tenderness  of  the  woman  with  the  strength  of  the  man." 
....  The  anthropomorphic  character  which  so  universally  marks 
the  religion  of  the  simple  and  is  so  great  a  scandal  to  the  '  wise, ' 
may  be  regarded  as  a  remote  confession  of  the  Incarnation,  a 
saving  instinct  of  the  fact  that  a  God,  who  is  not  a  man,  is,  for 
man,  no  God."  The  Church  represents  Christ  as  the  glory  of 
the  Father  who  is  His  Head.  Man  is  the  glory  of  his  head, 
Christ,  as  Woman  is  the  glory  of  Man,  who  is  her  head — a  fact 
which  Milton  gained  through  his  power  of  intuition  and  without 
the  aid  of  Catholic  theology: 

"He  for  God  only,  she  for  God  in  him." 

With  wondrous  skill  Patmore  traces  these  thoughts  in  the 
essay  "Dieu  et  Ma  Dame";  in  the  verses  also,  "De  Natura 
Deorum,"   "Legem   Tuam  Dilexi,"   "Deliciae   Sapientiae   De 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  17 

Amore,"  and  several  others.  No  one  but  Patmore  could  take 
our  gross  English  speech  and  weave  of  it  a  white  raiment  to 
shroud  the  bliss  of  the  soul,  the  secret  between  the  divine 
Psyche  and  the  diviner  Eros.  But  if  we  'be  of  "The  People  of  a 
Stammering  Tongue"  who  have  not  been  told  of  such  a  vision, 
let  us  rememiber  that  divine  teaching  is  almost  always  gradual. 
The  new  visions  looming  up  in  the  vast  fields  of  modern 
knowledge  present  our  God  in  new  shadows  of  Transfiguration. 
Science,  physical,  critical,  and  historical,  will  doubtless  create 
a  new  and  more  profitable  symbolism  to  represent  conceptions 
of  a  God  who  is  inconceivable.  Patmore,  true  to  his  poet  na- 
ture, selected  his  symbolism  from  the  domain  ,of  emotion,  and 
not  from  nature.  He  has,  however,  deprecated  all  art  and  life 
which  is  subject  only  to  emotionalism.  The  music  of  Handel, 
the  poetry  of  Aeschylus,  and  the  architecture  of  the  Parthenon 
are  to  him  sublime  appeals  because  they  take  little  or  no  ac- 
count of  the  emotions.  Yet  it  would  be  unfair  to  say  that  Pat- 
more does  not  concern  himself  with  the  material  world.  He  does, 
indeed,  but  as  genius  always  does,  he  pierces  through  it  and 
attaches  a  divine  signification  to  its  changing  aspects;  as,  for 
instance,  when  he  represents  the  fulfilment  of  the  positive  and 
negative  powers  in  the  electric  fire  as  being  a  faint  reflection  of 
the  "embrace"  existing  in  the  essence  of  the  Deity.  He  gives 
science  its  proper  place — it  is  but  a  means  to  an  end.  Scientific 
men  are  of  all  men  the  most  illiberal — ^they  are  at  best  but 
specialists.  The  theologian  who  is  worried  about  them  does 
not  know  his  books.  His  worst  indignity  is  to  sniff  around 
chemicals  and  animalculae.  Let  him  take  his  nose  out  of  the 
dust  and  hold  his  head  erect  in  his  own  sphere.  The  economy  of 
the  material  universe  has  no  relation  to  the  fold  of  the  spirit. 

"Not  greatly  moved  with  awe  am  I 
To  learn  that  we  may  spy 
Five  thousand  firmaments  beyond  our  own. 
The  best  that's  known 
Of  the  heavenly  bodies  does  them  credit  small. 


18  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

A'iewed  close,  the  Moon's  fair  ball 

Is  of  ill  obpeets  worst, 

A  corpse  in  Night's  highway,  naked,  fire-searr'd,  accurst. 

And  now  they  tell 

That  the  Sun  is  plainly  seen  to  boil  and  burst 

Too  horribly  for  hell. 

So  .ludging  from  these  two. 

As  we  must  do, 

The  universe  outside  our  living  Earth 

Was  all  conceived  in  the  Creator's  mirth, 

Forcasting  at  the  time  Man's  spirit  deep, 

To  make  dirt  cheap, 

Put  by  the  Telescope! 

Better  without  it  man  may  see. 

Stretched  awful  in  the  hushed  midnight. 

The  Ghost  of  his  eternity. 

Give  me  the  nobler  glass  that  swells  to  the  eye 

The  things  that  near  us  lie." 

In  an  essay  of  three  or  four  pages,  entitled  "Ancient 
and  Modern  Ideas  of  Purity,"  Patmore  shows  how  the  jaun- 
diced eye  of  heresy  has  weakened  our  visual  power,  and,  be- 
cause it  is  the  most  mortal  of  sins,  has  colored  with  sickly  hue 
things  that  are  fair  and  good  in  themselves.  In  times  past 
moralists  were  wiser ;  their  methods  for  the  cultivation  of  vir- 
tue were  so  prohibitive  and  negative ;  they  taught  chastity  not 
so  much  by  the  suppression  of  desire  as  by  the  presentation  to 
the  will  of  a  pure  object  and  the  proper  direction  of  the  tide  of 
passion.  Consequently  modern  life  knows  nothing  of  the  ar- 
dor that  is  virginal.  Yet  ancient  and  mediaeval  Catholicism 
gave  us  saints  thrice-widowed,  who  their 

"birth-time's  consecrating  dew  .... 
For  death's  sweet  chrism  retained, 
Quick,  tender,  virginal,  and  unprofaned!" 

From  the  ancient  day  when  Cecilia  so  charged  the  air  with 
the  ozone  of  her  moral  presence  that  Valerian  could  no  longer 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  19 

look  upon  her,  to  the  mediaeval  time  when  Henry,  king  as  well 
as  saint,  knelt  a  slave  to  the  virtue  of  his  queen,  it  was  a  fa- 
miliar doctrine  which  Patmore  has  tried  to  revive  in  the  ode 
''To  the  Body."    It  was  a 

"Little,  sequester 'd  pleasure-house 

For  God  and  for  His  Spouse; 

Elaborately,  yea,   past  conceiving,  fair, 

Since,  from  the   grace  decorum  of  the  hair, 

Ev'n  to  the  tingling,  sweet 

Soles  of  the   simple,    earth-confiding   feet, 

And  from  the  inmost   heart 

Outwards  unto  the  thin 

Silk  curtains  of  the  skin, 

Every  least  part 

Astonished   hears 
And  sweet  replies  to  some  like  region  of  the  spheres, 

Formed  for  a  dignity  prophets  but  darkly  name, 

Lest  shameless  men  cry  'Shame!'" 

Ideas  such  as  these  were  faintly  suggested  by  the  best  of  Ro- 
mans before  the  period  of  decline,  and  with  the  nobler  concep- 
tions of  the  Greek.  You  will  bear  with  me  if  my  memory  doea 
not  serve  me  correctly  in  repeating  a  scene,  possibly  from  the 
"Hecuba"  of  Euripides,  where  the  tragedian  paints  Polyxena 
with  her  throat  cut,  falling  upon  the  altar,  and  how,  conscious 
even  in  death  of  her  modesty,  she  carefully  folds  the  snow- 
white  raiment  over  her  bosom.  It  was  not  until  the  advent  of 
Christ's  Mother  that  the  high  dreams  of  the  pagans  were  ful- 
filled. With  vestal  grace  she  combined  in  her  virginal  maternity 
the  dignities  of  the  matron  with  the  honors  of  the  virgin,  and 
as  Patmore  puts  it  when  writing  of  how  she  missed  corrup- 
tion, 

"Therefore,  holding  a  little  thy  soft  breath, 
Thou  underwent 'st  the  ceremony  of  death." 

An  admirable  quality  in  Patmore  is  his  independence  of 
spirit.    He  does  not  argue.    He  assures  you  that  "Christianity 


20  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

is  an  Experimental  Science,"  and  says,  by  way  of  passing: 
"Try  it  and  see."  The  saints  when  they  talk  understand  each 
other.  To  Mr.  Huxley  and  Mr.  Morley  their  parlance  would 
be  like  the  hooting  of  owls.  If  I  may  not  be  abused  for  say- 
ing it,  I  would  intimate  that  Patmore  is  an  impressionist  in 
his  apprehension  of  the  mysteries  behind  religion.  To  the  many 
who  see  not  he  will  ever  be  an  impossible  colorist.  "If  you 
cannot  see,  then  so  much  the  worse  for  you,  he  would  seem  to 
say.  The  tones  that  linger  on  the  purple  hill  and  upon  skies  of 
gold  have  impressed  themselves  upon  the  painter's  eye.  Almost 
all  modern  impressionists  are  dishonorable  and  pictorial  liars. 
They  paint,  but  they  do  not  see.  Not  so  with  Patmore.  He 
has  safeguarded  "The  Point  of  Honor,"  and  sees  more  than  he 
can  write  about.  He  is  too  honest  to  be  influenced  by  the  hypo- 
crisy so  rife  in  modern  religion,  art  and  letters.  Patmore  is  a 
true  impressionist.  He  beholds  and  points  out  views  visible 
only  to  the  finished  artistic  eye. 

I  have  tender  scruples  that  in  the  beginning  I  put  my  finger 
on  what  he  defines  as  "The  Limitations  of  Genius" — those 
moods  of  impatience  that  are  congenital  with  rare  intellectual 
power.  If  so,  I  send  a  message  to  wherever  his  bright  spirit 
reigns,  that  he  may  deem  me  fit  for  absolution.  Sargent  has 
painted  him  long  and  lean,  thin-fingered  and  weak-chested, 
with  a  face  eager  and  crowned  with  the  broad  brow  of  the 
visionary.  It  may  be  noted  that  nothing  has  been  said  of  the 
things  that  constitute  his  form  of  art;  the  involved  clause, 
colloquialism,  sjonmetry,  metre,  and  rhythm ;  but  such  discus- 
sions are  at  best  but  tedious.  Infinitely  more  interesting  is  the 
man,  his  work  and  his  life.  "With  resolution  he  bore  his  last 
agony.  Having  received  the  Holy  Viaticum,  he  was  anointed 
with  the  sacrament  of  Extreme  Unction,  Then  having  left  us, 
he  went  to  face  Death. 


^^f^ 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  21 


By  Revebend  Hugh  P.  Blunt. 

He  came  to  me,  that  gentle  priest; 

And  what  was  I?     Of  men  the  least, 

There  in  my  work-house  cot,  the  waste 

Of  that  which  God  had  one  time  placed 

On  earth,  and  thought  it  good,  a  man 

Whose  destinies  to  Heaven  span. 

A  waste,  a  wreck,  and  yet  he  came 

To  me  who  cast  away  my  claim 

To  touch  the  garments  of  the  clean ; 

My  wish,  to  die  and  be  unseen. 

He  came,  and  he  who  knew  my  soul 

As  fouler  than  the  sewer's  hole, 

Took  my  poor  hand  and  held  it  long, 

Aye,  clasped  it  with  his  grip  so  strong. 

Till  I  could  feel  his  young  blood  flow 

Into  my  body  wasted  so; 

And  then  he  smiled,  and  called  me  "Friend"; 

He  meant  it;  didn't  condescend, 

But   made   me   feel   that   I  was   such 

^he  like  of  him  was  pleased  to  touch. 

That  minute  I  came  forth  from  hell, 

And  saw  the  stars  and  God,  and — well, 

When  cheerily  he  passed  outside, 

I  covered  up  my  head  and  cried. 

And  all  night  long  I  thought  it  out. 

That  that's  the  way  Christ  walks  about, 

And  smiles  and  warmly  takes  your  hands. 

And  calls  you  ''Friend,"  and  by  you  stands, 

As  if  He  didn't  know  the  shame 

That  all  the  world  puts  on  your  name; 

As  if  He  didn't  know  your  sin. 

And  didn't  mind  what  you  have  been, 

Just  shows  you  Heaven's  open  door — 

0  Christ,  it's  good  to  hope  once  more! 


22  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


On  Saying  Grace  at  Meals 

By  Rev.  M.  J.  Watson,  S.J. 

3N  an  essay  on  "Grace  Before  Meat,"  Charles  Lamb  ex- 
presses surprise  why  the  blessing  of  food — the  act  of  eat- 
ing— should  have  had  a  particular  offering  of  thanks  an- 
nexed to  it,  distinct  from  the  silent  gratitude  with  which  we 
are  expected  to  enjoy  the  other  gifts  of  existence ;  and  he  owns 
that  he  is  disposed  to  say  grace  upon  twenty  other  occasions 
in  the  course  of  the  day  besides  his  dinner,  such  as  a  pleasant 
walk,  a  moonlight  ramble,  and  those  spiritual  repasts  which 
we  partake  of  in  reading  the  works  of  Spencer,  Shakespeare, 
and  Milton.  Referring  especially  to  the  form  of  the  benediction 
before  eating,  he  affirms  that  the  grace  is  exceedingly  graceful 
at  a  poor  man's  table,  or  at  the  simple  and  unprovocative  re- 
past of  children,  but  that  it  is  unseasonable  at  the  gross  feasts 
of  the  rich,  where  true  thankfulness  (which  is  temperance)  can- 
not live  in  the  midst  of  gluttony  and  surfeiting.  Here  is  one  of 
his  pleasant  paragraphs: 

"Graces  are  the  sweet  preluding  strains  to  the  banquet  of 
angels  and  children;  to  the  roots  and  severer  repasts  of  the 
Charteuse ;  to  the  slender,  but  not  slenderly  acknowledged,  re- 
fection of  the  poor  and  humble  man;  but  at  the  heaped-up 
boards  of  the  pampered  and  luxurious  they  become  of  disson- 
ant mood,  less  timed  and  tuned  to  the  occasion  .  .  .  We  sit  too 
long  at  our  meals,  or  are  too  curious  in  the  study  of  them,  or 
too  disordered  in  our  application  to  them,  or  engross  too  great 
a  portion  of  the  good  things  (which  should  be  common)  to  our 
share,  to  be  able  with  any  grace  to  say  grace.  To  be  thankful 
for  what  we  grasp  exceeding  our  proportion  is  to  add  hypocrisy 
to  injustice.  A  lurking  sense  of  this  truth  is  what  makes  the 
performance  of  this  duty  so  cold  and  spiritless  a  service  at 
most  tables." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  2S 

"So  cold  and  spiritless  a  service" — these  words  are  verified 
where  the  grace  is  suffered  to  become  an  empty  form,  and 
such  it  will  be  when  it  lacks  sincerity  and  reverence.  Though 
the  essayist  rightly  praises  the  grace  said  at  a  frugal  table,  it 
is  quite  possible  for  a  poor  man  to  take  food  with  discontent, 
or  to  eat  and  drink  to  excess ;  while,  on  the  other  hand,  a  rich 
man,  for  whom  a  more  abundant  repast  is  prepared,  may  be 
temperate  at  his  meals,  and  cherish  warm  gratitude  to  the 
Giver  who  has  blessed  him  with  the  plenty  which  he  enjoys. 
No  doubt,  the  millionaire's  public  banquet  is  a  snare  to  the 
guests,  easily  leading,  as  it  does,  to  gluttony  and  drunkenness, 
and  the  giving  of  thanks  accords  but  ill  with  a  scene  of  that 
character.  "The  heats  of  epicurism,"  says  Elia,  "put  out  the 
gentle  flame  of  devotion,  and  you  are  startled  at  the  injustice 
of  returning  thanks — for  what? — for  having  too  much  while  so 
many  starve." 

Dinner-graces,  remarks  Anthony  Trollope  in  "Doctor 
Thorne,"  are  probably  the  last  remaining  relic  of  certain  daily 
services  which  the  Church  in  olden  days  enjoined;  and  the 
novelist,  in  describing  the  dinner  given  by  the  Duke  of  Omnium, 
says  of  the  grace  spoken  before  the  reipast :  "  To  me  it  is  un- 
intelligible that  the  full  tide  of  the  glibbest  chatter  can  be 
stopped  at  a  moment  in  the  midst  of  profuse  good  living,  and 
the  Giver  thanked  becomingly  in  words  of  heartfelt  praise. 
Setting  aside  for  the  moment  what  one  daily  hears  and  sees, 
may  not  one  declare  that  a  change  so  sudden  is  not  within  the 
compass  of  the  human  mind?  ....  Let  any  man  ask  himself 
whetheo*,  on  his  own  part,  they  are  acts  of  prayer  and  thanks- 
giving— and  if  not,  what  then?" 

But,  whatever  may  be  the  table  at  which  grace  is  said,  the 
main  point  in  the  prayer  is  to  make  it  the  vehicle  of  sincere 
thanksgiving,  and  to  prove  the  truth  of  your  gratitude  by  a 
temperate  use  of  the  gifts  of  Providence.  Temperance,  with 
content,  will  change  modest  repasts  into  salutary  and  pleasant 
feasts,  for  temperance  curbs  the  passions,  makes  more  facile 
the  practice  of  virtue,  advances  the  health  and  force  of  the 


24  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

body,  imparts  brightness  and  energy  to  the  mind,  purifies  the 
affections,  and  enthrones  within  the  breast  the  fulness  of 
heart 's-ease  and  peace.  In  one  of  the  lyrics  of  the  ''Hesper- 
ides"  Robert  Herrick  affirms  the  truth  which  is  here  set  forth. 
He  says: 

*'  'Tis  not  the  food,  but  the  content, 
That  makes  the  table's  merriment. 
"Where  trouble  serves  the  board,  we  eat 
The  platters  there,  as  soon  as  meat. 
A  little  pipkin  with  a  bit 
Of  mutton,  or  of  veal  in  it. 
Set  on  my  table  (trouble-free), 
More  than  a  feast  contenteth  me." 

The  saying  of  grace  is  too  much  neglected  nowadays,  both  in 
the  home  and  in  public.  The  present  writer  recalls  with  plea- 
sure how  faithfully  the  practice  was  kept  up  in  his  youth  in 
Ireland,  and  with  what  sincere  piety  the  words  of  blessing  were 
wont  to  be  recited.  There  is  much  to  commend  in  a  brief  grace, 
for  it  is  easy  to  pronounce  a  few  words  with  attention  and  re- 
verence. *  Our  gentle  Elia  evidently  liked  a  short  form.  He 
is,  however,  careful  to  add,  in  his  essay:  "I  do  not  quite  ap- 
prove of  the  epigrammatic  conciseness  with  which  that  equivo- 
cal wag  (but  my  pleasant  school-fellow),  C.V.L.,  when  im- 
portuned for  a  grace,  used  to  enquire,  first  slyly  leering  down 
the  table,  'Is  there  no  clergyman  here?'  significantly  adding, 
'Thank  God!'  "  It  is  related  that  a  certain  Limerick  parson, 
who  often,  in  church,  gave  out  the  Litany,  was  once  suddenly 
called  on  to  say  grace  after  a  public  dinner  (his  wife  told  the 
incident  in  his  presence,  and  he  did  not  deny  her  assertion), 
when,  scarcely  knov,dng,  in  his  nervousness,  what  he  said,  he 
stammered,  "From  all  we  have  received,  good  Lord,  deliver 
us!" 

*  Before  a  meal:  Bless  us,  O  Lord,  and  these  gifts  from  Thy  hand. 
Through  Christ  Our  Lord.     Amen. 

After  a  meal:  We  give  Thee  thanks,  O  Almighty  God,  for  all  Thy 
'benefits.     Through  Christ  Our  Lord.     Amen. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  25 


An  old  grace  has  been  preserved  in  the  following  quaint 
rhyme : 

Some  have  meat,  but  cannot  eat; 
Some  can  eat  and  have  no  meat; 
But  we  can  eat  and  we  have  meat, 
So  God  be  thanked  by  us. 

In  Herrick's  poems  we  find  this  "Grace  for  a  Child": 
Here,  a  little  child,  I  stand. 
Heaving  up  my  either  hand; 
Cold  as  paddocks  though  they  be, 
Here,  I  lift  them  up  to  Thee, 
For  a  benison  to  fall 
On  our  meat  and  on  our  all.     Amen. 

The  same  poet,  in  "His  Noble  Numbers,"  utters  his  thanks 
in  this  strain : 

What  God  gives,  and  w^hat  we  take, 

'Tis  a  gift  for  Christ  His  sake; 

Be  the  meal  of  beans  and  peas, 

God  be  thanked  for  those,  and  these; 

Have  we  flesh,  or  have  we  fish. 

All  are  fragments  from  His  dish. 

He  His  Church  save,  and  the  King, 

And  our  peace  here,  like  a  spring. 

Make  it  ever  flourishing. 
It  is  not  the  common  lot  to  clothe  oneself  in  fine  linen  and 
fare  sumptuously  every  day,  but  all  of  us  have  it  in  our  power 
to  partake  of  even  meagre  food  with  a  grateful  heart,  as  did 
he  of  old  who,  in  the  desert,  fleeing  from  his  enemies,  found 
a  supper  prepared  for  him  t)y  a  ministering  angel — a  hearth- 
cake  and  a  vessel  of  water.  Daily  food,  of  whatever  kind,  when 
so  taken,  will  breed  content  and  gladness,  for  not  by  bread 
alone  doth  man  live ;  he  lives  also  by  faith  and  hope  and  love, 
and  he  should  free  himself  from  overcare  and  anxiety  out  of 
trust  that  a  bountiful  Father  will  grant  what  is  needed  for  the 
satisfaction  of  bodily  wants. 


26  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Take  joy  home, 
And  make  a  place  in  thy  great  heart  for  her : 
And  give  her  time  to  grow,  and  cherish  her ; 


It  is  a  comely  fashion  to  be  glad — 
Joy  is  the  grace  we  say  to  God. 

— Jean  Ingelow. 

By  Catharine  McPabtlin. 

It  is  the  dying  Summer's  last  salute. 

Yet  gay  the  banners,  gold  and  crimson  wave. 
Fast  troop  the  goldenrod  and  asters  brave, 

Along  the  roadside  to  the  mellow  flute 

Of  bobolink;  the  globes  of  purple  fruity 
The  slanting  rays  of  Autumn  sunlight  lave. 
The  warm,  brown  earth,  where  seedlings  find  a  grave, 

Tells  miracles,  although  its  voice  is  mute. 

Our  Lady's  birth-month  fair  with  graces  glows; 

This  month,  went  home  to  God  a  Little  Flower, — 

Are  yon  bright  hues  her  "roses"  crimson  shower, 
Or  robes  of  martyrs  now  in  sweet  repose? 
As  yonder  cloud-fleece  o'er  the  azure  flows. 

Our  Lady's  mercies  bless  each  fleeting  hour; 

Oh  say,  what  Fruit  may  be  Her  Dolors'  dower, 
Michael  and  Matthew,  Francis  and  St.  Eose ! 

Her  love  is  ransom,  and  her  prayers  release ; 
Safe  from  the  touch  of  time  sleeps  Bernadette, 
The  simple  child  whose  eyes  with  Mary's  met. 

While  glories  of  her  vision  still  increase ; 

Oh  Mary,  that  the  world's  great  sorrow  cease, 
We  who  but  hail  thee  on  the  parapet 
Of  Autumn's  beauty,  cry.  Immaculate! 

Make  fair  our  hearts  in  purity  and  peace. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


27 


Bishop    Crimont     of    Alaska 

His  Cure  by  Venerable  Don  Bosco 

By  M.  S.  Pine. 

^Srt  ECENTLY  the  rare  privilege  was  afforded  the  writer  of 
^\  an  interview  with  the  Right  Rev.  Joseph  Raphael  Cri- 
mont, S.J.,  D.D.,  Bishop  of  Alaska.  This  zealous  prelate 
has  been  dedicated  to  missionary  labors  since  his  ordination  in 
1888,  first  for  many  years  among  the  Indians  of  the  Rocky 
Mountains,  and  later  in  the  icy  regions  of  Alaska,  He  is  now 
in  the  East  for  the  purpose  of  obtaining  funds  from  the  charit- 
able to  push  on  some  important  enterprises  for  the  welfare 
of  his  far-separated  flock,  scattered  over  a  territory  about 
equal  in  extent  to  the  entire  United  States. 

When  'I  learned  that  as  a  young  Jesuit  he  had  met  the 
Venerable  Don  Bosco,  the  great  Thaumaturgus  of  Italy,  or 
r.ither  of  the  world,  we  may  say,  my  interest  was  raised  to  a 
r?limax;  for  although  I  had  read  and  written  of  this  * 'miracul- 
ous priest  of  Turin, ' '  and  maintained  an  ardent  devotion  to  him 
almost  through  life,  I  had  never  met  one  Who  had  known  him 
or  even  come  in  contact  with  him  en  passant.  The  kindly  Pre- 
late gave  me  free  details  of  his  transient  acquaintance  with 
the  ''Apostle  of  Youth,"  while  pursuing  the  relation  his  tone, 
his  manner,  and  the  spirit  of  recollection  which  seemed  to  do- 
minate him,  all  revealed  how  profoundly  that  meeting  had 
affected  his  life  and  how  vivid  and  consoling  a  memory  it  had 
remained  during  thirty-six  years. 

Bishop  Crimont  was  born  in  the  village  of  St.  Acheul  les 
Amiens  in  1858.  At  the  early  age  of  six  he  was  deprived  of  the 
fostering  care  of  his  pious  mother,  who  died  of  cholera  in  1864. 
His  educiation  completed,  he  entered  at  the  age  of  seventeen, 
in  1 875,  the  Jesuit  Novitiate  at  St.  Acheul,  then,  and  until  the 
expulsion  of  Religious  Orders  by  the  French  Government,  one 


23  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

of  the  chief  and  most  flourishing  Houses  of  the  Society  of 
Jesus.  A  few  years  of  fervent  observance  of  the  rules  of  his 
new  mode  of  life  caused  a  serious  decline  in  his  health,  which 
had  never  been  over-robust;  and  at  twenty-two  it  was  com- 
pletely undermined.  Exhaustion  of  the  nervous  system  and 
dangerous  incoraia  brought  him  at  last  to  death's  door;  he  was 
given  up  by  the  physicians,  who  declared  he  had  not  three 
weeks  t  j  live. 

At  this  time  a  pious  Catholic  lady  of  Lille,  Madame  De- 
cosser,  famous  for  her  extensive  works  of  charity — among  oth- 
ers the  foundation  of  Visitation  Convent  at  Roubaix  and 
houses  for  the  poor,  solicited  permission  of  the  Provincial  to 
nurse  the  sick  man  at  her  home,  as  she  had  effectually  restored 
her  own  Jesuit  son,  Louis  Decosser,  in  similar  danger  of  death. 
The  favour  granted,  all  that  material  care  and  ample  means 
could  effect  was  brought  into  requisition ;  but  months  grew  to 
a  year,  and  still  another  year  fleeted  by,  and  the  young  sub- 
deacon  was  as  unfitted  as  ever  to  resume  his  studies  and  the 
varied  duties  of  Religion. 

About  this  time,  1883,  the  holy  Apostle  of  Turin,  almost 
exhau.sted  with  labors  and  partially  blind,  was  making  a  tour 
in  France  for  the  creation  of  funds  for  the  Basilica  of  the 
Sacred  Heart  in  Rome,  which  Pius  IX.,  his  beloved  Father  and 
Patron,  before  his  holy  death  in  1878,  had  ordered  him  to  build, 
a  great  and  labourious  enterprise  destined  to  be  the  last  of 
the  Wonder-Worker's  life.  No  sooner  had  bis  approaching 
visit  to  Lille  reached  the  ears  of  Madame  Decosser,  than  she 
determined  that  his  miraculous  powers  should  be  invoked  in 
favor  of  her  Jesuit  patient. 

The  morning  after  his  arrival  Don  Bosco  said  his  Mass  at 
the  Church  of  the  Ladies  of  the  Retreat ;  numbers  of  influential 
ladies  were  present  and  the  church  was  crowded  to  its  utmost. 
The  young  sub-deacon,  Joseph  Crimont,  Ihad  the  privilege  of  as- 
sisting the  aged  priest,  whose  semi-blindness  necessitated  the 
aid  of  another  through  the  entire  Mass.  No  sooner  had  Don 
Bosco  crossed  the  threshold  of  the  sacristy  than  the  crowd  ro«€ 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  20 


simultaneously  and  pressed  into  the  sanctuary,  surrounding 
him,  praying  his  blessing,  and  kisisng  his  hand.  At  every  step 
a  new  group  encircled  him,  so  that  a  quarter  of  an  hour  elapsed 
before  he  reached  the  foot  of  the  altar  and  began  his  Mass. 

"I  stood  beside  him  enjoying  the  sight,"  said  the  Bishop, 
his  countenance  glowing  at  the  reminiscence;  "but  what  a 
Mass !  It  was  unique ;  it  was  the  Mass  of  a  saint ;  and  his 
face  was  lit  throughout  with  a  supernatural  radiance.  The 
next  day  he  said  Mass  in  the  Chapel  of  the  Adoration,  so  call- 
ed because  the  Blessed  Sacrament  was  always  expOiSed  there. 
The  same  enthusiasm  and  devotion  to  Don  Bosco  swayed  the 
crowd  as  on  the  day  before.  I  had  the  happiness  of  assisting 
him  and  felt  the  impression  of  his  sanctity  as  on  the  previous 
morning.  When  he  returned  from  the  sanctuary  I  addressed 
him.  I  told  him  that  I  was  a  young  Jesuit  trying  to  build  up  my 
health,  and  wanted  to  ask  a  favour  of  him.  He  questioned  me 
and  I  answered :  '  I  want  strength  sufficient  to  enaible  me  to  be 
sent  on  the  Missions;  I  desire  to  be  a  missionary.'  'My  son,' 
he  replied  graciously,  'you  will  receive  that  grace;  T  will  ask 
God  for  it  every  day  for  you  in  my  thanksgiving  after  Mass,'  " 

"And  did  you  believe  that  you  would  receive  that  grace?" 
I  asked  with  some  temerity, 

"Certinly  I  believed  his  word;  I  knew  that  I  should  re- 
ceive that  grace,  I  recovered  my  health  and  returned  to  the 
Novitiate.  Some  months  later  I  was  sent  to  St.  Servais  Col- 
lege, Liege,  Belgium,  to  teach.  The  next  year,"  and  the 
Bishop's  voice  wos  jubilant,  "I  was  at  St,  Helier,  the  great 
Scholasticate  of  the  French  Province,  pursuing  my  studies 
for  the  priesthood.  While  there  I  heard  many  inspiring  de- 
tails of  the  work  of  our  Fathers  in  the  Rocky  Mountain  Mis- 
sions, and  after  my  ordination  in  1888,  it  was  there  I  was 
sent  by  my  Superior  to  minister  to  the  Indians;  later  in 
1894,  I  was  transferred  to  the  Alaskan  Mission,  and  there  I 
have  been  ever  since," 

In  1904  Pins  X,  appointed  Father  Crimont  Prefect-Aposto- 
lic of  Alaska.     In  view  of  the  progress  of  religion  under  his 


30  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

able  and  zealous  jurisdiction  and  the  increase  in  population, 
Alaska  was  raised  to  a  Vicariate  and  he  was  made  Vicar-Apos- 
tolic in  February,  1917;  later  on,  July  25,  the  same  year,  he 
was  consecrated  Titular  Bishop  of  Ammaedera  in  St.  James' 
Cathedral,  Seattle,  Washington. 

Bishop  Crimont's  zeal  for  the  souls  in  his  extensive  Dio- 
cese and  the  impossibility  of  carrying  out  his  projects  for  the 
greater  glory  of  God,  for  the  erection  of  chur(^hes,  schools,  in- 
dustrial as  well  as  educational,  and  the  procuring  of  necessary 
equipments  of  various  kinds,  have  forced  upon  him  this  long 
and  toilsome  journey. 

"We  have  only  twenty  priests,"  he  remarked,  **and  some 
of  our  poor  Indians  see  a  priest  only  once  a  year;  how  little 
instruction  we  can  give  them  in  that  short  time!" 

"But  it  is  difficult  to  get  priests  now;  their  numbers  are 
reduced  by  the  war,"  I  suggested. 

"I  can  get  priests  if  I  can  support  them,"  answered  the 
Bishop  with  quick  zeal,  ''but  we  haven't  means  in  our  poor 
country  to  give  them  a  living.  So  far  I  have  collected  only 
about  two  hundred  dollars." 

"And  how  much  do  you  need.  Father,  for  your  pious  pro- 
jects?" I  inquired. 

"J\  need  twenty-five  thousand  dollars,"  was  his  frank 
reply. 

I  feel  confident  that  the  Venerable  Don  Bosco,  so  soon  to  be 
beatified,  will  furnish  the  patient  and  saintly  Bisliop,  through 
many  magnanimous  hearts,  the  funds  essential  for  the  pro- 
motion of  our  holy  Faith  in  his  great  Diocese,  since  the  pray- 
ers of  the  Apostle  of  Turin  won  for  him  strength  and  ardor 
to  enter  upon  his  heroic  missionary  labors  and  sustain  them 
with  ever-increasing  power  and  zeal  during  a  third  of  a  cen- 
tury. 


""'^S0^^^ 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  31 


p  In  Our  Music  Room 


By  Caboline  D.  Swan. 

A  bird  sings  sweet  and  strong^ 

In  the  top  of  the  highest  tree; 
He  sings,  "I  pour  out  my  soul  in  song 

For  the  summer  that  soon  shall  be." 

But  deep  in  the  shady  wood 

Another  bird  sings,  "I  pour 
My  voice  over  meadow  and  hill  and  flood 

For  the  summers  that  come  no  more." 

In  these  few  lines,  by  George  William  Curtis,  the  famous 
editor  and  critic  of  days  agone,  we  have  the  lights  and  shadows, 
dawns  and  twilights,  of  our  earthly  days  arrayed  in  beautiful 
opposition.  Not  only  bird  song,  but  all  music  voices  these. 
Their  contrast  vivifies  her  wondrous  scales  of  major  and  minor ; 
it  is  all  of  life  and  all  of  melody. 

Yet  the  trills  of  the  meadow-bobolink,  for  instance,  bring 
us  the  freshness  and  simplicities  of  nature  and  we  answer  the 
appeal.  The  great  Swedish,  singer,  Jenny  Lind,  fascinated 
her  public  by  her  marvellous  imitations  of  bird-song.  Those 
who  heard  her  never  afterwards  cared  for  any  other  prima- 
donna.  It  was  the  kind  of  enthusiasm  that  holds  good  for  a 
life-time. 

In  fact,  some  degree  of  enthusiasm  must  always  mark  the 
musician  and  the  music-lover.  It  springs  from  their  spiritual 
receptiveness.  Into  an  open  jar  rose-leaves  are  easily  poured. 
The  sweetness  and  fragrance  of  music  are  gladly  received  and 
absorbed  by  the  waiting  soul,  whose  eagerness  for  sweets  should 
not  be  repressed  since  its  appropriation  of  new  ideas  and  new 
knowledge,  musically,  constitutes  its  progress.  The  music-pu- 
pil and  the  advanced  musician  alike  need  the  refreshment  and 
joy  of  listening  to  great  performers  and  to  great  music. 


I 


32  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

1*^ 

Another  quality  which  marks  the  true  musician  is  humility. 
There  must  be  a  willing  surrender  of  the  soul's  best  powers  to 
the  mighty  influence  of  the  matter.  Before  Haendel  and  Haydn 
and  Sebastian  Bach  let  him  stand  meekly  and  learn.  On  the 
bowed  head — and  on  that  only — falls  the  blessing. 

A  third  quality  indispensable  to  the  superior  musician  is  a 
clear  perceptiveness.  For  as  music  is  susceptible  of  infinitely 
varied  forms,  so  must  the  musician  perceive  and  measure  each 
of  these  and  see  its  adaptations.  Like  the  artist's  feeling  for 
colour,  this  is  a  prime  part  of  musical  culture. 

There  is  a  short  poem  by  Aloysius  Coll,  which  gives  the 
simplest  and  most  elementary  expression  of  this  musical  variety 
in  a  very  rhythmical  line.    It  is  this: 

THE  VIOLIN. 

The  human  heart's  a  seasoned  violin ; 

Four  masters  play  the  four  responsive  strings — 
The  G  that  groans,  the  D  that  softly  prays, 

The  A  that  laughs  and  treble  E  that  sings. 

G. 

A  sombre  span  across  the  gulfs  of  night 
Wherein  the  master  of  a  hopeless  prayer 

Has  improvised  a  cheerless  monody 

Of  echoes  from  the  Valley  of  Despair. 

D. 

The  master's  sothing  chord  when  sorrow  weeps 
And  Hope,  the  quiet  comforter,  is  near — 

A  strand  of  sunlight  shining  in  the  bow, 
But  on  the  string  the  beading  of  a  tear. 

A. 

The  mellow  note  of  love,  that,  out  of  tune, 
'Is  harsher  than  raw  Sorrow  or  Despair; 

But  under  master  touches,  clear  and  true, 
Is  sweet  as  swallows  wooing  summer  air. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  33 

E. 

The  silver  thread  that  glimmers  in  the  weave 

Of  every  master-piece.    A  whistling  boy- 
First  strung  it  on  the  wondrous  violin — 

And  plays  it  now — the  silver  string  of  Joy. 

G.  D.  A.  E. 

But  when  the  masters  play,  the  four  as  one, 
I])espair  and  Love  and  Joy  and  Sorrow's  part, 

Then^-and  not  till  then — shall  mortal  hear 
The  strangest,  sweetest  music  of  the  heart! 

Moreover,  the  Masters  themselves  differ  immensely  in  treat- 
ing one  and  the  same  thing, — dance  music,  for  instance.  From 
the  lovely  waltzs  of  Chopin  to  Beethoven's  magnificent  Fun- 
eral March  in  the  first  A-flat  Sonata,  is  a  sweep,  in  this  one  de- 
partment alone,  wide  enough  to  tax  the  powers  of  any  per- 
former. The  great  chorus  in  Tannhauser,  the  entrance  of  the 
guests  to  the  Wartburg  Castle,  one  of  Wagner's  most  brilliant 
inspirations,  is  really  a  processional  march.  All  the  family 
of  minuets  have  a  dance  origin.  Chopin  created  a  host  of 
idealized  dance  forms,  tone-poems,  in  guise  of  mazurkas  and 
waltzes.  And  in  passing,  be  it  said,  that  in  Vienna,  where  they 
have  carried  waltzing  to  an  exquisite  pitch  of  perfection,  many 
passages  have  elaborate  accelerations,  ritards  and  long  pauses, 
which  the  dancers  have  learned  to  know  nd  thereby  gained 
extra  grace  and  beauty  in  their  art. 

Gayety,  brilliancy,  melancholy,  passion,  profoundest  grief 
and  its  consolation  are  evolved  by  the  tone-masters  from  the 
dance  alone,  itself  one  of  music's  primary  forms. 

To  interpret  the  masters,  there  is  needed  such  breadth  of 
insight  as  may  empower  us  to  measure  each  in  his  general 
trend ;  whether  this  be  majesty  and  tonal  might  as  in  Bach  and 
Haendal,  melodious  sunshine  as  with  Mozart,  the  divine  of 
deathless  aspiration  in  Beethoven,  poetry  in  Chopin  or  idealism 
in  Wagner. 


34  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Besides,  we  must  fall  in  touch,  and  that  quickly,  with  the 
special  mood  of  greatness  as  shown  in  the  passage  before  us; 
and  to  do  this  requires  much  of  the  bright,  electric  sympathy 
which  marks  a  good  accompanist.  It  is  perceptiveness  sharp- 
ened to  so  keen  an  edge  as  to  be  actually  invisible,  a  wondrous 
spiritual  magnetism. 

To  get  into  rapport  with  an  audience  requires  a  similar 
power  of  perceiving  at  a  glance  their  general  spiritual  atti- 
tude, and,  also,  their  mood  for  the  moment. 

It  is  interesting  to  learn  how  the  great  composers  have 
come  by  their  inspirations  as  one  does,  for  instance,  through 
"Wagner's  two  volumes,  entitled,  "My  Life."  It  is  a  pathetic 
story,  this  life-struggle  of  genius  and  soul-racking,  heart- 
crushing  discords.  Yet,  out  of  it  came  a  wealth  of  deathless 
song. 

A  trip  from  Paris  to  Dresden  gave  him  the  scenery  for 
Tannhauser.  He  says:  "One  solitary  flash  of  brightness  Avas 
afforded  by  our  view  of  the  Wartburg,  which  we  passed  during 
the  only  sunlit  hour  of  this  journey.  The  sight  of  this  moun- 
tain fastness,  which  from  the  Fulda  side  is  clearly  visible  for  a 
long  time,  affected  me  deeply.  A  neighbouring  ridge  further 
on  I  at  once  christened  Horselberg;  and  as  we  drove  through 
the  valley  pictured  to  myself  the  scenery  for  the  third  act  of 
my  Tannhauser.  The  scene  remained  so  vividly  in  my  mind 
that  long  afterwards  I  was  able  to  give  Desplechin,  the  Parisian 
scene  painter,  exact  details  when  he  was  working  out  the  scen- 
ery under  my  direction. 

"One  day,"  he  adds,  "when  climbing  the  Worstrai  I  was 
astonished  in  turning  the  corner  of  an  alley  to  hear  a  merry 
dance  tune  whistled  by  a  goat-herd  perched  upon  a  crag.  I 
seemed  immediately  to  stand  among  a  chorus  of  pilgrims  filing 
past  the  goat-herd  in  the  valley !  But  I  could  not  afterwards 
recall  the  goat-herd's  tune,  so  was  obliged  to  help  myself  out  of 
the  matter  in  the  usual  way." 

Suggestions  for  the  opening  prelude  to  "Das  Rheingold" 
came  to  him  in  this  way: 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


35 


"Suddenly  I  seemed  to  be  sinking  in  swift  running  water. 
The  rushing  water  took  on  the  musical  sound  of  an  E-fiat 
major  chord,  which  was  tossed  hither  and  thither  by  the  waves, 
and  continually  breaking  up  into  melodious  variations  of  the 
ever-increasing  movement,  yet  never  losing  the  perfect  har- 
mony of  the  chord,  which,  by  its  pertinacity,  appeared  to  wish 
to  impart  some  infinite  signification  to  the  element  in  which  I 
was  sinking.  With  the  sensation  of  waves  rearing  high  above 
my  head,  I  awoke  in  a  fright  from  the  trance." 

"Then,  I  immediately  recognized  that  the  orchastral  pre- 
lude to  "Das  Rheingold," — which  had  long  been  in  me,  but 
which  I  had  never  been  aible  to  properly  find* — had  arisen." 


iltrl|?0 


I  have  no  riches  but  my  thoughts. 

Yet  these  are  wealth  enough  for  me; 
My  thoughts  of  you  are  golden  coins 

Stamped  in  the  mint  of  memory; 
And  I  must  spend  them  all  in  song. 

For  thoughts,  as  well  as  gold,  must  be 
Left  on  the  hither  side  of  death 

To  gain  their  immortality. 

— Sara  Teasdale. 


36  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


By  Fredebick  B,  Fenton. 

All,  all  is  still  on  a  lonely  hill, 

Where  the  noble  dead  are  lying; 
As  dawn  illumines  each  little  cross, 
Marking  the  mounds  where  the  grasses  toss, 
Shall  we  call  it  sacrifice  or  loss — 

Their  brave  and  generous  dying? 

AU,  all's  so  still — how  the  thought  must  thrill 

Those  who  can  think  thereon: 

The  forest's  grey  outline,  far  away, 
Dimly  reflecting  the  dawn  of  day, 
And  never  an  echo  of  the  fray, — 

Save  the  graves  of  the  brave  who  are  gone. 

Here  they  slept  and  awoke  as  the  great  guns  spoke, — • 

A  village  in  ruins  below, 
Many  a  morn  just  as  fair  as  to-day, 
The  young  birds  trilling  a  roundelay ; 
How  they  thought  then  of  those  who  were  far  away, 

Who  in  spirit  are  close  to  them  now. 

On  a  day  calm  and  bright  may  we  all  unite 

On  the  brow  of  the  Heavenly  Hill, 
On  our  foreheads  the  halo  of  Heaven's  King, 
On  our  lips  a  psalm  that  the  angels  sing; 

Sweet  are  the  thoughts  such  reflections  bring 
And  the  peace  in  the  soul  they  instil. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  37 


Selma  Lagerlbf 

Sweden's  Foremost  Novelist 

By  Rev.  John  Liljencbants,  A.M.,  D.D. 

CANDINAVIAN  literature  as  a  whole  is  little  known  to 
the  outside  world,  due  in  large  measure  to  the  obstacle 
of  languages,  A  few  authors,  such  as  Henrik  Ibsen, 
Bjornstjerne  Bjornson,  and  August  Strindberg,  have  gained  a 
certain  general  recognition  principally  through  the  agency  of 
the  dramatic  stage,  and  Ellen  Key,  the  feminist,  through  her 
unspeakableness,  and  not  without  justice,  conveyed  the  impers- 
sion  that  the  field  of  modern  Scandinavian  literature  is  almost 
entirely  immersed  in  the  sordidness  and  gloom  of  materialism. 

Fortunately  a  brilliant  exception  to  the  general  rule  is 
found  in  the  person  and  works  of  Sweden's  foremost  living 
novelist,  Selma  Lagerlof,  whose  idealism,  expressed  in  an  ad- 
mirably written  narrative  of  facts  and  fable  masterfully  inter- 
woven, has  made  a  powerful  appeal  both  at  home  and  abroad. 

Selma  Lagerlof  was  l)orn  in  1858  at  Marbacka  Manor  in 
Varmland,  one  of  Sweden's  most  beautiful  provinces,  whose 
blue  mountains,  smiling  lakes  and  rivers,  and  sombre  forests 
give  a  most  appropriate  setting  to  the  many  quaint  and  weird 
tales  and  the  rich  folklore  which  have  been  handed  down  from 
generation  to  generation  of  its  inhabitants.  In  childhood  her 
health  was  delicate,  and  instead  of  romping  outdoors  with  her 
sisters  and  brothers,  she  delighted  in  spending  her  days  in  the 
chimney  corner,  listening  to  the  tales  of  the  old  folk,  or,  when 
there  happened  to  be  no  visitors,  reading  the  books  which  her 
parents  selected  for  her  use.  When  sihe  was  not  thus  occupied 
her  lively  imagination  conjured  romances  which  were  prompt- 
ly written  down  on  whatever  scraps  of  paper  she  could  find. 

At  the  age  of  nine  she  was  sent  to  school  in  Stockholm;  at 
fifteen  she  had  M^ritten  her  first  verses.  At  this  stage  in  life 
it  was  her  great  ambition  to   write  masterful   poetry.     She 


38  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

completed  her  education  at  the  Teachers'  College  in  Stock- 
holm and  entered  upon  the  profession  of  a  teacher,  all  the  while 
utilizing  and  developing  her  literary  talents. 

'It  had  long  been  in  her  mind  to  write  a  story  about  the 
cavaliers  of  Viirmland,  and  when  in  1890  the  magazine  "Idun" 
organized  a  prize  contest  for  short  novelettes,  she  seized  the 
opportunity  and  entered  her  story,  little  expecting  that  it 
would  be  accepted.  To  her  great  surprise,  however,  she  found 
it  published  and  awarded  the  prize.  This  was  the  begininng 
of  ''The  Story  of  Gosta  Berling,"  which  four  years  later  was 
completed  and  published  in  book  form.  Its  genesis  is  charm- 
ingly told  by  the  author  in  "The  Story  of  a  Story,"  which 
appears  in  a  volume  entitled  ''The  Girl  from  the  Marsh 
Croft."  With  the  aid  of  Baroness  Aldersparre,  Miss  Lager- 
lof  now  was  able  to  give  up  teaching  and  to  devote  her  whole 
time  to  literary  activities. 

"The  Story  of  Gosta  Berling"  is  a  series  of  strange  tales 
about  the  life  on  the  estates  around  Lake  "Loven"  (i.e.,  Fry- 
ken),  the  principal  scene  being  "Ekeby,"  a  large  estate  with 
its  iron  works,  ruled  over  by  a  woman  of  most  remarkable 
character  and  power.  Gosta  Berling,  a  drunken  minister  and 
poet,  is  rescued  by  her  from  a  snow  drift  where  he  had  intend- 
ed to  end  his  days,  and  installed  among  the  indolent  pen- 
sioneers  in  the  cavaliers'  wing  of  Ekeby  Manor.  The  charac- 
terization of  Gosta  Berling  is  superb — he  is  a  curious  mixture 
of  good  and  evil  and  a  force  for  both,  ' '  whom  all  women  love, 
and  who  loves  them  all,"  "the  strongest  and  weakest  of  men." 

During  a  Christmas  night  revel  in  the  smithy  the  devil 
steps  forth  and  tells  the  pensioneers  of  his  pact  with  the  Lady 
of  Ekeby,  and  in  their  ingratitude  they  drive  their  humiliated 
hostess  from  her  home  and  proceed  to  run  the  estate  for  their 
own  pleasure.  Gay  days  follow,  while  Ekeby  gradually  goes 
to  rack  and  ruin.  "We  empty  the  mountains  of  iron,"  says 
Gosta  Berling,  "and  fill  our  cellar  with  wine.  The  fields  bear 
gold  with  which  we  gild  life's  misery  .  .  .  ."  Finally  Countess 
Elizabeth,  in  her  passion  for  Gosta  Berling,  braving  social  dis- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  39 


aster,  arrives  on  the  scene  and  persuades  him  to  make  a  su- 
preme sacrifice.  They  are  married,  and  through  her  influence 
his  redemption  is  accomplished;  the  rule  of  the  cavaliers  ceases, 
and  Ekeby  is  restored  to  prosperity.  And  so  close  the  sluices 
of  Divine  wrath  which  was  poured  out  over  Ekeby  for  the  sin 
of  its  mistress,  and  at  the  end  she  returns  to  die  amidst  calm 
and  serenity. 

'The  Story  of  Gosta  Berling"  was  received  with  greatest 
acclamation  both  in  Sweden  and  ajbroad,  and  was  soon  trans- 
lated in  a  number  of  languages,  an  American  edition  appearing 
in  1891.*  It  belongs  to  the  toest  of  Miss  Lagerlof 's  production, 
and  will  remain  a  classic  in  Swedish  literature. 

Her  next  work,  "Invisible  Links,"  published  in  1894,  is  a 
collection  of  S'hof't  stories  for  the  most  part  based  upon  old 
Sagas- — a  romance  of  the  wilderness,  its  inhabitants,  and  things 
supernatural,  breathing  the  melancholy  spirit  of  the  North. 
It  earned  for  its  author  subsidies  from  King  Oscar  and  Prince 
Eugen,  the  well-known  painter,  and  also  a  stipend  from  the 
Swedish  Academy. 


Miss  Lagerlof  now  made  '&  trip  to  Italy,  which  resulted  in 
"The  Miracles  of  Antichrist,"  a  Sicilian  story  dealing  with 
the  time  when  the  island  was  first  swept  by  a  wave  of  revolu- 
tionary Socialism.  It  centers  around  the  miraculous  Christ 
image  in  Aracoeli,  which  is  stolen  by  an  Englishwoman  and  re- 
placed with  an  imitation  hearing  the  inscription,  "My  King- 
dom is  only  of  this  world."  However,  a  miracle  happens,  for 
some  time  afterwards  the  church  (bells  ring,  and  the  friars  find 
the  true  image  standing  at  the  door.  In  their  fury  they  hurl 
the  false  image  down  the  long  steps  which  lead  from  the  sanc- 
tuary, whereupon  it  is  found  by  the  Socialists  who  take  it  up 
and  carry  it  on  their  barricades. 

In  its  sharp  contrasting  of  the  spirit  of  Socialism  with  that 
of  Christianity  the  story  is  a  very  successful  elaboration  of  the 

*  English  translation  by  Pauline  Bancroft  Plach. 


40  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Sicilian  legend  according  to  which  "when  Antichrist  shall 
come  he  shall  seem  as  Christ.  There  shall  be  great  want,  and 
Antichrist  shall  go  from  land  to  land  and  give  bread  to  the 
poor.  And  he  shall  find  many  followers."  Here  as  well  as  in 
another  work  entitled  "Christ  Legends,"  published  in  1904, 
Miss  Lagerlof  displays  not  only  great  intimacy  and  sympathy 
with  the  life  and  legends  of  the  Sicilian  people,  but  also  a  rare 
grasp  and  appreciation  of  Catholic  things  and  ideas,  which 
make  the  books  doubly  interesting  and  instructive  to  readers 
of  that  Faith. 

Her  second  great  classic,  "Jerusalem,"  appeared  in  two 
volumes  in  the  years  1901  and  1902.  It  is  a  story  of  a  group 
of  peasants  of  Dalecarlia — the  province  which  once  gave  Gus- 
taf  Vasa  the  sturdy  peasant  army  with  which  he  defeated 
Christian  the  Tyrant.  The  scene  of  the  first  volume  is  a  parish 
in  Dalecarlia  deeply  stirred  by  a  religious  revivalist  movement. 
In  this  milieu  we  meet  "Little  Ingmar,"  who  battles  with  his 
conscience  whether  to  marry  Brita  who  has  killed  her  newly 
born  baby,  and  thus  to  right  a  wrong,  or  whether  to  keep  from 
the  disgrace  which  such  action  would  bring  upon  the  ancient 
name  of  the  Ingamarsons.  There  is  a  masterly  composed  col- 
loquy between  Ingmar  and  his  dead  father,  which  ends  in  his 
marrying  Brita  in  the  face  of  the  ostracism  he  anticipates — but 
public  opinion  turns  out  quite  differently.  Subsequent  events, 
which  lead  to  the  dramatic  departure  of  the  little  colony  for 
Palestine,  carry  the  reader  through  a  fascinating  unraveling  of 
the  character  and  psychology  of  the  Dalecarlian  "grand-peas- 
ant" type.* 

The  second  volume  finds  the  pilgrims  in  Jerusalem,  where 
they  meet  with  nothing  but  adversity.  It  is  a  pathetic  tale  of 
their  stubborn  but  unavailing  struggle  against  overwhelming 
odds,  of  heart-rending  disappointments,  of  the  "Jerusalem  that 
kills."    J.  B.  Kerfoot  says  of  the  book :    "  'Jerusalem'  is,  on  the 

*  The  "grand-peasant"  is  an  independent  farmer  of  ancient  lineage 
and  often  of  large  possessions.  He  is  of  a  class  distinct  from  that 
of  the  ordinary  peasant,  whether  independent  or  not,  and  also  from 
that  of  the  landed  gentry. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  41 

surface,  only  one  of  the  simplest  stories,  yet  in  some  strange 
way  it  is  the  story  of  us  all.  And  because  its  author  is  a  child 
and  a  woman  and  a  seer — these  three — in  one,  a  child  may  read 
'Jerusalem,'  or  a  sage,  and  be  equally  enthralled." 

Selma  Lagerlof's  imaginative  genius  has  come  to  its  best 
display,  perhaps,  in  her  book  for  children  entitled  "The  Won- 
derful Adventures  of  Nils,"  with  its  sequel,  "The  Further 
Adventures  of  Nils,"  which  were  completed  in  1906  and  1907 
respectively.  Nils  is  a  bad  boy,  who  turns  into  "an  elf  and 
travels  through  animal  land,  and  his  experiences  there,  drawn 
from  folklore  and  tradition  and  placed  upon  a  geographical  and 
historical  background,  are  told  in  the  children's  own  language. 
Both  in  imaginative  power  and  in  charm,  and  above  all  in  the 
expression  of  ideals,  the  work  surpasses  that  of  Hans  Ander- 
sen. 

"The  Emperor  of  Portugallia, "  published  in  1914,  is  hailed 
by  many  as  Miss  Lagerlof's  best  production,  at  any  rate,  it 
ranks  with  "The  Story  of  Gosta  Berling"  and  "Jerusalem," 
as  one  of  her  master-pieces.  It  is  a  simple  story  of  fatherland, 
of  love  and  sacrifice — a  powerful  lesson  on  the  fourth  com- 
mandment— a  tragedy,  yet  full  of  humour  and  sunshine.  The 
"Emperor"  is  a  poor  peasant  whose  pretty  little  daughter — 
the  sunshine  in  his  life — runs  away  to  the  wicked  city  and  falls. 
When  evil  rumours  begin  to  be  heard,  Jan  will  not  believe 
them — instead  he  declares  that  his  little  girl  is  the  reigning 
Queen  of  Portugallia,  and  he  the  Emperor.  More  and  more 
demented,  he  becomes  the  laughing  stock  of  the  foolish,  while 
others  are  touched  by  his  goodness  or  awed  by  his  uncanny 
powers  of  second  sight.  After  fifteen  years  his  girl  returns — 
now  a  coarse,  ugly  woman,  but  seeks  to  flee  again  from  the 
father  she  has  wrecked.  And  then,  in  the  last  moment,  he 
makes  the  sacrifice  of  his  life  to  save  her  from  her  enemies 
that  are  carrying  her  away.  Pride,  and  Hardness,  and  Vice, 
and  Lust.  And  the  dead  Emperor  is  more  powerful  than  the 
living  one,  for  at  the  end  she  is  reached  by  God's  grace.  The 
book  is  ringing  with  the  might  of  virtue  and  goodness  which 
out  of  the  basest  dross  brings  forth  fine  gold. 


42  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Other  works  of  great  merit  are  "Liljecrona's  Home" 
(1911),  which  takes  the  reader  hack  to  the  surroundings  of 
"The  Story  of  Gosta  Berling,"  short  stories  under  the  titles 
"From  a  Swedish  Homestead"  (1899),  and  "The  Girl  from 
the  Marsh  Croft"  (1908),  which  later  was  dramatized,  and 
"Men  and  Trolls"  (1916),  containing  essays,  legends,  and  ad- 
dresses. Her  latest  novel,  "Bannlyst,"  appeared  in  Swedish  in 
1918.  The  translations  of  her  works  l)y  Velma  Swanston 
Howard,  Pauline  Bancroft  Flash,  and  Jessie  Brochner,  have 
been  published  in  beautiful  editions  by  Messrs.  Doubleday, 
Page  &  Company. 

Miss  Lagerlof  was  awarded  the  Nobel  Prize  for  Literature 
in  1909  "for  reason  of  the  noble  idealism,  the  wealth  of  im- 
agination, the  soulful  quality  of  style  which  characterize  her 
works."  Two  years  earlier  she  had  been  created  Doctor  of 
Literature  by  Upsala  University,  and  in  1914  she  was  elected 
one  of  the  eighteen  of  the  Swedish  Academy — the  first  and 
only  woman  member  of  that  august  body.  But  her  greatest 
honour  will  always  remain  in  the  fact  that  she  has  given  to 
the  highest  grade  of  literary  production  those  mighty  ideals 
of  goodness,  purity,  and  virtue  which  intermingled  with  a  firm 
grasp  on  the  supernatural,  make  her  books  like  rare  pearls 
among  the  false  and  flaring  jewels  of  modern  literature. 

EDITOR'S  NOTE:  In  the  next  issue  of  the  magazine  there  will 
appear  a  review  of  Rev.  Father  Liljencrants'  new  book,  '"Spiritism  and 
Religion,"  which  we  are  sure  will  be  highly  appreciated  by  all  in- 
terested in  this  subject.  On  Scandinavian  literature  we  could  not  have 
a  better  authority  than  Rev.  Father  Liljencrants,  who  is  a  native  of 
Stockholm,  Sweden,  and  a  recent  convert  to  Catholicism. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  43 

Religious  Impressions  Gained  Abroad 

By  Mabel  L.  Judd. 

AWTHORNE  has  said  that  Christian  faith  is  a  grand 
cathedral,  with  divinely  pictured  windows.  Standing 
without,  you  see  no  glory  nor  can  possibly  imagine  any, 
standing  within  every  ray  of  light  reveals  a  harmony  of  un- 
speakable splendour.- 

No  truer  statement  was  ever  made  if  by  Christian  faith 
is  meant  the  faith  of  the  Catholic  Church.  To  the  one  outside 
there  is  no  "glory"  that  he  should  desire  it,  to  the  one  within 
there  is  the  "harmony  of  unspeakable  splendour."  One  must 
enter  the  Cathedral  to  see  clearly  all  the  beauty  of  the  in- 
terior. However,  as  one  approaches  the  entrance  he  may  catch 
glimpses  of  that  beauty.  Some  of  these  glimpses  came  tOi  me 
more  than  a  year  before  I  was  able  to  stand  within  the  Cathe- 
dral. Strange  as  it  may  seem  to  some  travelled  non-Catholics, 
they  came  through  a  summer  in  Europe. 

It  was  with  some  trepidation  that  I  set  out  on  my  European 
trip,  I  had  become  very  much  dissatisfied  with  Protestantism 
and  I  had  a  great  longing  to  become  a  Catholic.  I  had  received 
a  little  instruction  in  Catholicism  and  had  done  a  vast  amount 
of  reading.  I  felt  that  I  had  the  pearl  of  great  price  in  my 
possession  and  I  feared  lest  this  trip  might  wrest  it  from  me, 
for  I  had  heard  it  said:  "A  European  trip  will  cure  any  Pro- 
testant who  has  leanings  toward  Romanism."  I  believed  that 
Protestant  friends  were  hoping  that  the  trip  might  be  cura- 
tive. Furthermore,  I  realized  that  my  Catholic  instructor  was 
warning  me  to  distinguish  between  the  essentials  of  Catholic 
faith  and  practices  due  to  the  temperament  of  foreign  wor- 
shippers. 

In  spite  of  fears,  however,  I  sailed  from  New  York  to 
Genoa  and  Naples  and  then  took  the  ordinary  summer  tour  up 
through  Italy,  peeked  at  Switzerland,  Germany,  and  Belgium, 


-^4  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


went  to  France,  and  then  across  to  England,  Of  course,  im- 
pressions formed  in  so  hasty  a  trip  must  be  superficial,  the 
critic  will  say,  and  hence  worthless.  Superficial  they  may  be 
in  themselves,  but  they  were  profound  in  their  strengthening 
of  my  purpose  to  persevere  in  the  study  of  Catholic  truth. 

To  be  frank,  there  were  some  things  in  connection  with 
Catholic  worship  in  foreign  lands  that  were  rather  repellant 
to  a  New  England  Puritan.  For  example,  our  party  stepped 
ashore  at  Naples  amid  the  burning  of  red  fire  and  the  whizzing 
of  rockets.  We  learned  that  these  fireworks  were  in  celebra- 
tion of  some  feast  day  of  the  Church.  Now  this  outlet  for 
religious  fervour  did  not  especially  appeal  to  me,  but  I  remem- 
bered my  instructor's  words  about  "temperament,"  and  re- 
served my  judgment.  Throughout  Italy  the  large  number  of 
out-of-door  shrines  gaudily  decorated,  many  of  them  dirty, 
even  though  encased  in  glass,  did  not  please  me.  I  felt  no 
desire  to  approach  one  as  a  worshipper.  Then,  too,  I  rather 
rebelled  at  the  large  amount  of  jewels  and  other  costly  gifts 
placed  about  the  various  statues.  I  was  on  the  point  of  mur- 
muring: "Could  not  these  have  been  sold  and  the  money 
given  to  the  poor?"  But  I  remembered  just  in  time  that  it 
was  Judas  who  made  the  same  remark  about  the  offering  of 
Mary  Magdalene.  In  regard  to  all  these  points  I  felt  much 
as  one  of  the  characters  in  Mrs.  James  Allen's  "The  Plain 
Path."  I  had  no  patience  with  them  and  I  undoubtedly  de- 
served the  rebuke  that  the  monk  in  the  story  gave  as  he  said 
with  a  little  smile:  "But  the  good  God  has  a  great  patience, 
because  He  understands  when  His  little  children  play  around 
His  knee.    "We  Italians,  Ave  are  His  little  children." 

At  times,  too,  I  must  admit  I  had  the  Protestant  feeling 
against  the  ceremony  of  the  Mass.  Wherever  our  party  went 
Ave  visited  churches  and  over  and  over  again  we  entered  dur- 
ing the  celebration  of  the  Mass.  Occasionally,  as  in  the  church 
of  St.  Mar}^  of  the  Flower  in  Florence,  the  service  gripped  me 
and  T  knelt  involuntarily,  but  at  other  times  it  seemed  quite 
foreign  to  me.    This,  too,  in  spite  of  the  fact  that  I  had  began 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  45 

to  apprehend  dimly  its  significance.  There  was  still  a  long 
road  for  me  to  travel  before  I  realized  the  truth  of  what  Car- 
dinal Newman  stated  so  clearly  in  his  story,  "Gain  and  Loss." 
It  (the  Mass)  is  not  a  mere  form  of  words — it  is  a  great  action — 
the  greatest  action  that  can  be  on  earth.  It  is  not  an  invoca- 
tion merely,  but,  if  I  dare  use  the  word,  the  evocation  of  the 
Eternal.  Words  are  necessary,  but  as  means,  not  as  ends,  they 
are  not  mere  addresses  to  the  throne  of  grace,  they  are  instru- 
ments of  what  is  far  higher,  of  consecration  of  sacrifice — Quick- 
ly they  pass,  for  the  Lord  Jesus  goes  with  them  as  He  passed 
along  the  lake  in  the  days  of  His  flesh,  quickly  calling  first  one 
and  then  another. 

These,  then,  were  the  things  in  the  Catholic  worship  in 
Europe  that  troubled  me — the  gaudy,  cheap  shrines  and  their 
offerings,  the  very  material  fire-works  to  express  spiritual  joy, 
and  occasionally  even  the  ceremonial  of  the  Mass.  However, 
these  things  were  but  trifles  compared  with  the  influence  which 
drew  me  steadily  on  toward  the  mighty  cathedral  of  Christian 
faith. 

It  is  one  thing  to  read  in  a  book  the  statement  as  to  the 
Catholicity  cf  the  Church,  but  to  feel  that  this  Church  repre- 
sents the  faith  of  all  nations,  is  an  entirely  different  thing. 
This  realization  first  came  to  me  when  I  was  waiting  for  an 
audience  with  Pope  Pius  X.  Here  I  saw  people  from  different 
nations  gathered  together  in  that  one  room  for  a  common  pur- 
pose— the  blessing  of  the  Holy  Father.  It  was  a  sight  to  be 
remembered.  On  my  left  was  a  sweet-faced  Spanish  woman 
who  tried  to  reassure  me  by  unintelligible  words  but  by  per- 
fectly intelligible  signs  and  smiles  as  to  the  appropriateness  of 
my  costume.  On  my  right  was  an  Italian  who  gallantly  strove 
to  speak  French  to  me  and  to  understand  my  poor  attempts 
at  an  answer.  These  were  the  only  two  that  I  walked  with, 
but  I  had  learned  the  beginnings  cf  my  lesson  from  them.  As 
I  went  on  up  through  Italy  and  lower  Switzerland,  into  Bel- 
gium and  Southern  Germany  and  France,  and  in  each  place 
visited  the   churches,  the   word  Catholicity  took   on   a  fresh 


46  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

meaning.  In  Lugano,  just  over  the  Italian  border  in  Switzer- 
land, I  asked  a  clerk  to  direct  me  to  a  Protestant  church,  and 
she  replied,  "I  don't  know  what  is  that." 

In  England,  too,  I  found  that  the  "church  which  had  been 
uprooted,  had  again  been  planted  for  the  healing  of  the  na- 
tion." Westminster  Cathedral  in  London  bore  witness  to  the 
fact.  As  I  was  leaving  the  building  a  woman  standing  in  the 
doorway  said  to  me,  "Isn't  the  Cathedral  beautiful?"  She 
spoke  with  loving  enthusiasm,  though  in  comparison  with  the 
ancient  Abbey  of  the  same  name,  neither  its  exterior  nor  its 
interior  is  beautiful.  In  fact  the  Cathedral  is  not  yet  com- 
plete. Plain  bricks  line  all  of  the  main  church  and  the  chapels 
along  the  side,  with  the  exception  of  the  chancel  and  the  cha- 
pels on  its  right  and  left  where  the  bricks  have  been  covered 
with  mosaics  and  marble.  The  stranger  added,  "I  remember 
so  well  when  it  was  built  seven  years  ago.  I  was  so  angry 
to  think  that  Catholics  should  presume  to  dare  to  build  a 
Cathedral  and  call  its  Westminster.  I  was  not  a  Catholic 
then,"  she  added,  as  I  looked  at  her  inquiringly.  Like  most 
converts,  she  was  so  full  of  her  subject  that  she  needed  little 
encouragement  to  talk.  She  told  of  two  friends  of  hers  who  in 
spite  of  bitterest  opposition,  were  soon  to  go  back  to  the  faith 
of  their  fathers. 

Yes,  even  England  with  its  "signs  of  a  second  spring," 
added  her  voice  in  testimony  of  the  Catholicity  of  the  one 
True  Church. 

Through  visiting  Catholic  churches  in  various  countries 
I  came  to  understand  the  "unity  of  the  Faith."  Any  stranger 
could  share  in  the  service  of  any  Catholic  church  in  any  coun- 
try as  well  as  though  he  were  in  his  own  parish  church.  There 
in  each  church  is  the  altar  of  God  and  there  is  the  daily  sacri- 
fice of  the  Mass  performed.  Every  part  of  the  service  is  fa- 
miliar to  him,  even  its  language,  for  the  Church  in  her  wis- 
dom has  one  tongue  throughout  the  world  for  her  solemn 
sacrifi.ce.  Any  Catholic  must  needs  be  at  home  in  his  Father's 
house  whether  that  house  be  in  his  own  country  or  in  the  re- 
motest corner  of  the  earth. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  47 

Not  only  is  the  Mass  the  same  in  all  countries,  but  it  is  the 
same  in  all  conditions  of  churches,  whether  the  church  be 
one  of  the  most  magnificent  or  one  of  the  humblest.  It  lends 
itself  to  all  exigencies.  This  truth  came  home  to  me  in  the 
experience  of  two  successive  Sundays.  The  first  Sunday  I  at- 
tended High  Mass  at  St.  Peter's  in  Rome,  in  the  chapel  at  the 
left  of  the  main  altar.  On  each  .side  of  this  altar  were  carved 
stalls  filled  with  gorgeously  clad  priests  who  were  chanting 
alternately.  A  feeling  of  disappointment  came  over  me  arid 
I  thought  to  myself:  "There,  I  have  been  told  that  Mass  was 
the  same  everywhere  and  I  know  I  have  never  heard  anything 
like  this  at  Mass  before."  However,  the  priest  who  was  to 
celebrate  the  Mass,  and  his  acolytes,  took  their  places  at  the 
front  of  the  altar,  as  I  had  expected  them  to  do,  and  the  rest 
was  familiar.  What  had  for  a  moment  given  a  jolt  to  my  be- 
lief in  the  oneness  of  the  Mass  proved  to  be  only  the  singing 
of  Gregorian  chants.  Here  at  Saint  Peter's  I  realized  what 
Browning  meant  by  "Praising  God  the  Pope's  way."  The 
very  next  Sunday  I  was  in  Lugano  and  there  I  attended  Mass 
in  "the  Bishop 's  Tiouse "  in  a  tiny  chapel,  not  much  larger  than 
a  good-sized  room.  The  priest's  one  assistant  was  the  sexton, 
who  was  guiltless  of  any  ecclesiastical  garb.  Yet  I  missed 
nothing  from  the  service,  the  sacrifice  offered  was  the  same. 

The  community  of  the  Church  thrust  itself  upon  me  as  I 
stood  in  what  are  now  some  of  the  Protestant  churches  of 
England.  The  very  statue  of  the  Virgin  and  Child  which 
stands  over  the  entrance  to  Westminster  Abbey  seemed  to 
make  that  building  a  part  of  the  Catholic  Church  of  to-day. 
Shakespeare's  church  at  Stratford  and  St.  Paul's  in  London, 
were  tooi  much  like  the  churcheis  on  the  continent  to  seem  to 
belong  to  another  faith.  Of  course  I  had  known  before  that 
these  buildings  had  been  part  of  the  one  Church,  but  I  never 
realized  the  truth  until  I  stood  within  them.  That  others  of 
our  party  felt  the  same  way  I  learned  from  one  of  our  num- 
ber, who  certainly  knew  his  history,  and  who  later  referred  to 
St.  Paul's  as  a  Catholic  church.    These  Protestant  cathedrals  of 


48  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

England  are,  as  has  been  aptly  said,  caskets  bereft  of  their 
jewels. 

This  glimpse  backward  which  revealed  to  me  as  one  the 
Church  before  the  ''Reformation,"  and  the  Church  of  to-day, 
helped  to  form  in  my  mind  the  vision  of  an  historic  Church. 
And  this  vision,  it  seems  to  me,  is  one  of  the  hardest  things 
for  a  free-church  Protestant  to  acquire,  so  long  has  he  been 
accustomed  to  the  absolute  independence  of  his  own  church. 
He  has  never  seen  the  necessity  or  desirability  of  tracing  the 
history  of  his  churc^h  further  than  the  "Reformation."  No. 
matter  how  many  times  he  reads  the  words  of  Christ  to  Peter 
which  foretold  the  founding  of  His  Church,  he  istill  has  the 
conviction  that  they  could  not  possibly  mean  what  the  "Ro- 
manist" takes  them  to  mean.  He  may  not  accept  the  favorite 
Protestant  interpretation  of  former  days — that  Christ  would 
build  His  church  upon  Peter's  confession  and  upon  similar 
confessions,  for  I  believe  that  view  has  been  discarded  by  the 
best  Protestant  theologians  of  to-day,  but  though  so  far  as  I 
have  been  able  to  learn  he  has  not  discovered  a  better,  he  is 
no  nearer  accepting  the  interpretation  of  the  Catholic  Church. 
Because  of  my  familiarity  with  these  words  and  my  Pro- 
testant attitude  toward  them,  they  had  no  particular  signifi- 
cance to  me  until  I  stood  in  St.  Peter's  and  looked  up. 

Over  the  sepulchre  of  Peter  and  Paul,  the  two  fellow-mar- 
tyrs of  Rome,  hangs  the  Christian  Pantheon  in  mid-air,  and 
around  the  girdle  of  the  dome  shines  the  divine  sentence: 
"Thou  art  Peter,  and  on  this  rock  I  will  build  my  Church,  and 
to  you  will  I  give  the  keys  of  the  Kingdom  of  Heaven,"  and 
lower  down  on  the  frieze  over  the  two  pillars  of  the  church  have 
been  added  these  two  lines:  "Hence  the  unity  of  the  priest- 
hood arises.  Hence  one  faith  -shines  upon  the  world."  Then 
for  the  first  time  as  I  stood  staring  up,  these  words  gripped 
me.  Yes,  Christ  had  established  a  visible  church  in  the  world 
and  it  was  none  other  than  the  church  founded  upon  Peter. 

In  Rome,  "the  place  of  shrines  where  the  very  light  is  the 
light  of  the  sanctuary,"  the  miracle  of  the  growth     of     the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  49 

Christian  Church  came  home  to  me.  As  I  stood  in  the  cata- 
combs, and  then  in  St.  Peter's,  I  Was  brought  face  to  face 
with  ''the  mustard  seed,  the  tiniest  of  all  seeds,"  and  "the 
great  tree,  the  branches  of  which  had  stretched  out  from  a 
new  and  Christian  Rome,  and  had  pushed  their  way  silently- 
through  the  crumbling  walls  of  its  Pagan  temples  and  had 
extended  to  the  utmost  limits  of  the  earth,  and  embraced  in 
their  loving  ciasp  all  nations." 

From  the  catacom'bs  to  St.  Peter's — a  mighty  development 
even  for  twenty  centuries !  As  I  took  a  tiny  taper  and  followed 
a  barefooted  brown-robed  monk  down  a  flight  of  narrow  stcme 
steps  into  the  darkness  and  chill  of  tbat  home  of  the  Church,  I 
realized  afresh  that  old  truth  that  the  blood  of  the  martyrs 
is  the  seed  of  the  Church.  Here,  so  many  feet  below  the  sur- 
face of  the  earth,  "our  ancestors  in  religion  had  passed  years 
unknown,  hunted  like  wild  beasts,  driven  from  the  freedom  of 
air  and  light,  detested  and  despised."  Here  also  on  each 
side  of  the  narrow  labyrinthine  passage  were  the  horizontal 
niches  where  so  many  of  these  saints  had  slept  their  last  sleep. 

Another  place  in  Rome  also  spoke  eloquently  to  me  of  the 
greatness  of  the  triumph  of  the  Christian  faith — the  mighty 
Pantheon  with  its  circular  roof  "looking  heavenward  with  its 
ever  open  eye."  I  thought  of  St.  Paul  standing  in  the  streets 
of  Rome,  gazing  at  that  temple  dedicated  to  her  pagan  deities, 
and  I  wondered  if  he  could  have  realized  that  in  so  short  a  time 
comparatively  it  wcnld  become  a  Christian  church.  I  was 
thrilled  at  the  thought  that  the  recess  opposite  the  door,  once 
filled  by  the  gigantic  figure  of  the  Thunderer,  now  contained 
the  altar  of  the  living  Christ,  and  that  the  twelve  recesses  once 
sacred  to  the  gods  of  Jupiter's  council  now  are  Christian 
shrines. 

As  to  St.  Peter's,  even  to  Hawthorne,  the  Unitarian,  it 
seemed  the  "embodiment  of  whatever  the  imagination  could 
conceive  or  the  heart  desire,  as  a  magnificent,  comprehensive, 
majestic  symbol  of  religious  faith." 

To    him  "all  splendour  was  included  within  its  verge  and 


50  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

there  was  a  space  for  all."  His  imagination  peopled  the  pave- 
ment with  thousands  cf  worshippers,  among  whom  shadowless 
angels  might  tread  without  brushing  their  heavenly  garments 
against  those  of  earth.  As  he  contemplated  the  glories  of  the 
roof  and  dome  "filled  with  sunshine,  cheerfully  sublime  and 
fadeless  after  centuries,  those  lofty  depths  seemed  to  trans- 
late ithe  heavens  to  a  mortal  comprehension,  and  help  the 
spirit  upward  tO'  a  higher  and  yet  wider  sphere."  Moved  by 
the  spirit,  Hawthorne  asks :  ' '  Must  not  the  faith  that  built 
the  matchless  edifice  and  warmed,  illuminated  and  overflowed 
from  it,  include  whatever  can  satisfy  human  aspirations  at  the 
loftiest  or  minister  to  human  necessity  at  the  sorriest?  If  re- 
ligion has  a  material  home,  is  it  not  here?" 

From  Europe,  then,  I  had  gained  a  conception  of  an  his- 
toric church.  I  had  from  personal  experience  discovered  the 
truth  of  the  claims  of  the  Church  to  be  one  catholic  and  apos- 
tolic. Furthermore,  I  had  found  her  holy  in  that  she  invites 
all  to  a  holy  life.  She  calls  her  people  to  a  daily  sacrifice,  she 
offers  at  all  times  a  place  of  worship. 

Dean  Brown  of  the  Yale  Divinity  School,  in  a  lecture  last 
winter,  declared  that  one  of  the  great  contributions  of  the 
Oatholie  Church  to  all  religion  was  the  "habit  of  worship." 
This  habit  of  worship  in  the  members  of  the  Church  can  be 
seen  by  the  most  casual  traveller.  It  is  a  testimony  to  the 
power  of  the  "faith  that  raised  the  matchless  edifice"  of  St. 
Peter's  to  'satisfy  human  needs  and  aspirations.  It  was  an 
object  lesson  to  me  to  see  the  number  of  worshippers  in  any 
Catholic  church  at  any  hour  of  the  day.  This,  too,  in  spite 
of  the  fact  that  it  is  said  that  the  greater  part  of  those  intent  on 
prayer  seek  more  retired  and  less  famous  churches  or  small 
chapels  in  the  large  churches.  These  worshippers  were  from 
all  classes,  some  of  the  very  poorest  being  found  in  the  most 
gorgeous  cathedrals.  As  they  knelt  in  the  few  small  benches  in 
front  of  the  main  altar  or  on  the  steps  of  the  shrines  along 
the  sides  or  in  some  tiny  chapel,  I  was  struck  with  the  fact 
that  almost  without  exception  they  seemed  to  be  untroulDled 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  51 

by  the  throng  of  sight-soers.  Perhaps  the  most  perfect  exam- 
ple of  this  unmoved  spirit  of  worship  I  saw  on  one  of  the 
covered  wooden  hedges  of  Lucerne.  Right  in  the  centre  of  the 
bridge  was  a  shrine,  knelt  in  front  of  it,  but  on  the  opposite 
side  of  the  bridge,  knelt  an  old,  wrinkled,  peasant  woman  say- 
ing her  rosary.  She  was  entirely  oblivious  of  those  passing  to 
and  fro  between  her  and  the  shrine,  and  she  seemed  to  at- 
tract attention  only  from  the  tourist. 

"Lord,  make  real  to  me  the  things  I  hold  by  faith,"  has 
been  suggeslted  'as  a  vital  prayer  for  all  Christians,  I  count 
it  one  of  ray  great  blessings  that  the  summer  in  Europe  made 
real  to  me  the  things  that  I  wished  to  hold  by  faith.  The 
Church  founded  upon  Peter  stood  revealed  to.  me.  The  Church 
that  existed  in  the  time  of  the  apostles  was  still  living  on,  not 
only  in  America,  but  in  Italy,  Switzerland,  France  and  Belgium, 
yes,  and  even  in  England  and  Germany,  where  once  the  gates 
of  hell  had  seemed  to  prevail  against  it.  I  had  been  impressed 
constantly  by  the  oneness  of  her  altar,  of  her  daily  sacrifice 
ana  of  the  invitation  of  her  sanctuary  lamps.  Occasionally, 
too,  I  had  had  vivid  illuminations  as  to  the  unspeakable  bless- 
ing of  that  sacrifice  and  the  real  presence  of  Jesus.  One  of 
such  moments  ca]ne  when  not  with  a  crowd  of  tourists,  but 
with  a  devout  Catholic,  I  sought  the  chapel  of  the  Blessed 
Sacrament  in  "Westminster  Cathedral,  At  the  entrance  of  this 
chapel  was  a  sign  begging  no  one  but  worshippers  to  enter. 
There  in  the  quiet  and  beauty  of  that  sanctuary,  the  Church 
called  to  me.  As  I  turned  away,  I  said  aloud,  "I  hope  that 
some  day  I  shall  be  a  Catholic," 

When  my  summer's  trip  was  over  I  could  siay  of  myself, 
as  Newman  says  of  his  Callista,  a  Greek  convert  of  the  third 
century :  * '  The  more  I  thought  cf  what  I  saw  of  Catholicism 
the  more  I  was  drawn  to  it,  and  the  more  it  approved  itself  to 
my  whole  soul,  and  the  more  it  seemed  to  respond  to  all  my 
needs  and  aspirations,  and  the  more  emphatic  was  my  pre- 
sentiment that  it  was  true." 


52  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Slantramar 

By  the  Rev.  Julian  Johnstone, 

They're  calling,  where  falling,  the  purple  shades  of  Even,  now, 
Dispread,  and  dews  of  silence  descend  from  yonder  star: 

They're  crying,  low  flying,  the  rooks  across  the  meadows,  now. 
And  loud  the  surf  is  beating  on  the  rocks  of  Tantramar. 

And  lowing,  where  blowing  the  blue-bell  and  the  columbine 
Abound,  the  cows  are  waiting  beside  the  meadow-bar. 

"While  whistling  mid  glist'ning  rosemary  sweet,  and  jessamine 
The  hermit-thrush  is  piping  loud  the  praise  of  Tantramar. 

A-weary,  "but  cheery,  the  ploughman  from  the  meadow,  now. 
With  thought  of  happy  children  to  home-ward  turns  the  car; 

And  leaping  and  sweeping  before  the  dappled  horses,  now, 
The  dogs  announce  the  coming  of  the  men  of  Tantramar. 

A-ringing,  and  swinging,  the  convent  bells  are  singing,  now, 
The  glory  of  the  Lord,  God,  in  Lindisfarne,  afar: 

And  airy,  the  fairy  and  fragrant  winds  are  winging,  now, 
Across  the  fields  of  asphodel  in  charming  Tantramar. 

How  mellow,  the  yellow  and  magic  moon  of  summer,  now. 
That  rising  soars  high  above  the  purple  hills  afar: 

While  slowly  and  lowly  the  Night  like  to  a  prelate,  now. 
Is  sprinking  holy-water  on  the  homes  of  Tantramar! 

A-gleaming,  and  dreaming,  the  houses  all  are  quiet,  now. 
Save  where  a  hound  is  barking  upon  a  farm,  afar; 

How  stilly,  this  hilly  land  in  a  world  of  riot,  now. 

How  peaceful  in  the  moonlight  slumbers  lovely  Tantramar ! 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  53 

Anecdotes  of  Newman 

By  Rev.  M.  J.  Ryan,  D.D.,  Pii.D. 

^1^1^  ANY  lives  have  been  written  about  Newman  with  the 
2HI!^  purpose  of  explaining  the  course  of  his  religious  opin- 
ions, or  his  philosophy  of  religion,  or  the  character  of  the 
movements  in  which  he  engaged,  or  the  literary  qualities  of  his 
writings  and  his  style.  But  there  is  no  one  life  which  has  it 
for  its  main  purpose  to  show  us  the  man  as  he  lived — in  his 
private  life  and  conversation  among  his  friends.  Mr.  Wilfrid 
Ward's  work  contains  all  the  materials  for  a  judgment  upon 
Newman,  but  it  is  not  equal  in  artistic  skill  to  his  books  upon 
Dr.  Ward ;  and  when  Ave  read  those  two  large  volumes,  we  can- 
not but  feel  that  the  man  is  a  little  lost  to  sight  amid  the 
forest  of  facts  and  details  and  the  clouds  of  the  controversies 
in  which  he  was  involved.  Moreover,  Mr.  Ward  seems  to  have 
had  the  idea  of  comparing  Newman  to  writers  like  Kant  and 
Hegel,  to  whom  he  was  in  reality  very  unlike ;  for  they  were 
metaphysicians,  working  in  a  region  of  intellectual  abstrac- 
tions, while  he  was  by  nature  a  poet  and  by  choice  a  moral  and 
religious  philosopher,  and  the  only  office  which  he  ever  desired 
was  the  chair  of  moral  philosophy  in  Oxford. 

It  is  by  character,  as  Goethe  observes,  rather  than  by  merely 
mental  talents,  that  an  author  lives  in  the  memory  of  men. 
The  tree  is  greater  than  its  flowers  or  its  fruits ;  and  the  man  is 
more  to  us  than  his  works  or  his  acts.  Everyone  feels  this  is 
the  case,  for  example,  with  Dr.  Johnson.  He  was  greater  in  his 
conversation,  as  Burke  remarked,  than  in  his  writings;  and 
his  fame  owes  more  to  the  book  in  which  his  talk  is  recorded 
than  to  his  own  books.  It  is  his  character,  his  temper  of  mind, 
his  attitude  towards  life,  that  gives  him  his  immortality.  All 
this  is  especially  true  of  Newman.  "Men  of  letters,"  says 
Froude  about  Newman,  "are  either  much  less  or  much  greater 


54  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

than  their  writings.  Cleverness  and  the  skilful  use  of  other  peo- 
ples' thoughts  produce  works  which  take  us  in  till  we  see  the 
authors,  and  then  we  are  disencihanted.  A  man  of  genius  on  the 
other  hand  is  a  spring  in  which  there  is  always  more  behind 
than  flows  from  it.  The  poem  or  other  work  is  but  a  part  of 
him  inadequately  realized,  and  his  nature  expresses  itself  with 
equal  or  fuller  completeness  in  his  life,  his  conversation,  and 
his  personal  presence.  This  was  eminently  true  of  Nevnuan.  His 
poems  were  unlike  any  other  religious  poetry  and  had  pierced 
into  my  heart  and  mind,  and  there  remained ;  it  was  hard  to  say 
why  they  were  so  fascinating.  But  greatly  as  his  poetry  had 
struck  me,  he  was  himself  all  that  the  poetry  was,  and  some- 
thing far  beyond." 

One  of  the  mosit  modest  of  men,  with  all  his  genius,  and 
somewhat  shy,  Newman  never  showed  at  his  best  in  public,  or 
when  meeting  strangers,  or  even  in  a  large  company  of  ac- 
quaintances. It  was  in  his  own  family,  or  in  a  small  circle 
of  intimate  friends,  that  the  veil  was  laid  aside,  and  the  real 
man  was  seen.  Intimacy  or  close  acquaintance  too.  often 
breeds  aversion  or  disrespect ;  but  there  is  a  great  cloud  of  wit- 
nesses to  the  charm  and  fascination — 'the  magnetic  attraction, 
as  it  is  called — of  Newman.  He  was  by  nature  incapable  of  af- 
fectation or  duplicity ;  he  never  aimed  at  dazzling  or  captivat- 
ing; but  the  strong  grace  of  his  mind  and  heart  was 
irresistible.  Though  none  of  his  friends  thought  of  following 
the  example  of  Boswell,  and  his  conversation  has  perished,  yet 
there  are  reminiscences  and  observations  enough  to  give  us  a 
picture  or  an  image,  when  they  are  brought  together,  of  what 
he  was  in  his  family  and  among  his  intimate  friends. 

I  will  begin  with  an  anecdote  that  has  always  appeared  to 
me  to  show  a  singular  loveableness.  An  Irishman  many  years 
ago  told  me  that  it  was  a  custom  with  many  young  Irish  priests, 
when  they  got  a  vacation,  to  go  over  to  England  and  make 
a  pilgrimage  to  visit  Nevinnan.  When  a  young  priest  was 
brought  in  and  introduced  as  one  who  came  from  Ireland  to 
see  him,  the  dear  old  man  would  throw  his  arms  around  him 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  55 


and  kiss  him,  so  fond  was  he  of  Irishmen  and  so  grateful  for  the 
kindness  which  he  received  in  Ireland. 

And  to  take  up  the  course  of  his  life  from  childhood,  as  it 
is  revealed  in  the  memories  that  have  been  recorded  for  us  here 
and  there : — 

When  he  was  a  very  little  fellow,  one  day  he  was  heard  to 
heave  a  heavy  sigh,  and  his  nurse  maid  said,  "Why  such  a 
sigh,  Master  Johnny?"  "Oh,"  he  said,  "I  have  been  thinking 
that  I  have  three  things  to  do  in  my  life — I  have  to  go  away  to 
schciol,  and  I  have  to  choose  a  profession,  and  I  have  to  get 
married. ' ' 

The  family  then  lived  in  a  house  called  Grey  Court,  at  Ham, 
near  Richmond,  on  the  bank  of  the  Thames.  It  is  described 
in  the  chapter  on  Discipline  and  Influence  (Oh.  VI.)  in  The 
Rise  and  Progress  of  Universities,  in  the  third  volume  of  his 
Historical  Sketches. 

Newman  remembered  how  here,  at  the  age  of  four  or  five, 
he  ran  about  the  lawn  waving  a  flag  for  the  battle  of  Trafalgar, 
and  how  he  watched  from  his  little  cot  at  night  the  candles 
blazing  in  the  windows  for  victory,  and  how  he  was 
taken  in  his  nurse's  arms  to  see  Nelson's  funeral. 
He  used  to  relate  that  there  was  an  old  ferryman, 
nearly  ninety  years  of  age,  at  Twickenham,  who  said, 
"  They  talk  a  great  deal  about  a  Mr.  Pope,  but  he  was 
nobody,  and  a  very  small,  little  man  too."  Newman  recollect- 
ed one  man  who  was  then  thought  a  poet,  Richard  Cumber- 
land, the  author  of  sentimental  comedies ;  he  is  now  remember- 
ed chiefly  by  Goldsmith's  playful  criticism  in  Retaliation.  He 
was  a  friend  of  the  Newmans,  and  once  at  a  party  in  their 
house  to  which  he  came,  "My  father's  partial  love  for  me," 
says  the  Cardinal,  "led  to  my  reciting  something  or  other  in 
the  presence  of  a  literary  man.  I  wish  I  could  think  it  was 
'Here  Cumberland  lies,'  from  the  Retaliation,  which  I  knew 
really  well  as  a  boy.  He  put  his  hand  on  my  head  and  said, 
'Young  gentleman,  when  you  are  old,  you  can  say  that  you 
have  had  on  your  head  the  hand  of  Richard  Cumberland.'  " 


56  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Newman  had  a  strong  will  and  in  his  childhood  was  self- 
willed.  His  sister  Jemima  used  to  tell  a  story  of  his  infantile 
struggles  to  get  his  own  way.  After  one  of  these  efforts,  his 
mother  said  to  him :  ' '  You  see,  John,  you  did  not  get  your 
own  way."  He  answered,  "No,  mother,  but  I  tried  very 
hard!" 

His  friends  in  later  years  noticed  that  one  of  the  temptations 
which  he  most  feared  was  self-will. 

When  he  was  seven  years  old,  he  was  sent  to  a  school  at 
Ealing,  a  few  miles  away  from  London.  Whether  the  English 
fashion  of  sending  little  boys  away  from  home  to  school  be  a 
good  one  or  not  for  the  general  run,  it  cannot  be 
good  for  the  exceptional  ones  of  poetic  temperaments, 
as  we  can  see  from  the  lives  of  Coleridge,  Shelly, 
and  similar  cases;  and  I  do  not  believe  it  was  good  for 
Newman.  Lord  Chatham,  one  of  the  boldest  and  most  re- 
solute men  that  ever  lived,  would  not  send  his  sons  away  to 
school  until  they  were  old  enough  for  one  of  the  colleges  in  the 
universities;  he  said  that  he  noticed  at  Eton  that  every  boy 
of  gentle  disposition  was  cowed  for  life  by  the  bullying  he  un- 
derwent from  the  coarser  ones.  Poets  are  always,  and  must 
be,  physically  more  sensitive  than  other  men;  without  such  a 
physical  organization  there  could  not  be  poetic  genius.  After 
the  first  visit  of  his  father  and  mother  to  see  him  at  Ealing,  when 
they  had  left,  the  little  fellow  was  found  by  the  head  master 
alone  and  in  tears.  The  master  proposed  that  he  should  go  into 
the  large  playroom  where  the  boys  were.  He  shrank  from  this : 
"Oh, Sir,  I  can't  help  crying,  and  the  boys  will  say  such  things." 
The  master,  of  course,  declared  the  boys  would  not.  "Oh,  but 
they  will.  Sir;  come  and  see  for  yourself,"  taking  the  master's 
hand  and  leading  him  into  the  room,  where  the  master's  eye 
gave  the  boys  a  hint  not  to  be  unkind. 

It  has  sometimes  been  stated,  and  by  those  who.  should  know 
better,  that  the  religion  of  Newman's  home  was  Calvinistic  or 
Evangelical.  This  is  not  in  accordance  with  his  own  account 
in  the  Apologia,  and  it  has  been  contradicted  by  his  family. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  57 

His  nephew,  Mr.  Frank  Mozley,  has  recorded  the  evidence  of 
the  Cardinal's  brother,  Frank  Newman:  "  My  father 
was  liberal  and  fond  of  seeing  what  different  people 
had  to  say  for  their  opinions.  A  reader  and  admirer 
of  the  works  of  Barclay  the  Quaker,  he  could  not 
bear  Rev.  John  Newton,  in  whose  parish  (in  London) 
he  lived,  on  account  of  his  connection  with  the  slave  trade, 
and  perhaps,  his  Calvinism.  My  father  was  a  Whig,  despised 
the  city  companies,  and  never  cared  to  take  up  his  freedom, 
though  it  might  have  done  him  some  little  good  in  his  bank. 
He  was  cf  independent  mind,  and  looked  at  things  from  his 
own  point  of  view,  but  having  no  political  influence,  did  not 
say  much.  My  mother  and  grandmother  (Newman)  taught  us 
simple  piety,  the  non-controversial  points  of  Christianity  on 
which  all  agreed.  They  never  would  have  taught  Calvinism." 
Another  nephew,  Mr.  J.  B.  Mozley,  gives  the  evidence  of  their 
mother,  the  Cardinal's  sister,  Jemima,  that  the  teaching  in 
their  home  was  not  either  Calvinistic  or  Evangelical.  Nor  was 
the  tone  of  the  School  at  Ealing  either  Calvinistic  or  Evangeli- 
cal. It  was  one  single  teacher  there,  iRev.  "Walter  Mayers,  as 
the  Apologia  tells  us,  who  infused  the  Calvinism  into  New- 
man's mind,  and  gave  him  the  books  which  taught  that  the 
Pope  was  Antichrist. 

One  of  Newman's  truest  friends  in  his  maturer  years  was 
Maria  Giberne,  who  became  a  Catholic  and  a  Sister  (Maria 
Pia)  in  a  convent  of  the  Order  of  the  Visitation  at  Autun,  in 
France.  And  she  has  left  an  account  of  her  first  acquaintance 
Avith  him.  Rev.  Walter  Mayers  left  the  Ealing  School  to  take 
charge,  as  curate,  of  the  villages  of  Over  Warton  and  Nether 
Warton,  about  twenty  miles  from  Oxford,  and  he  married  her 
sister,  Sarah  Giberne.  Another  sister,  Charlotte  Giberne,  went 
to  visit  them  in  the  summer  of  1825,  and  she  records  how  she 
there  made  acquaintance  with  John  and  Frank  Newman: 
' '  The  latter  was  spending  the  long  Vacation  with  Mr.  Mayers  to 
assist  him  in  teaching  some  pupils,  though  he  was  only  nine- 
teen.    John   Newman   walked   over   from   Oxford,    seventeen 


58  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

miles,  one  morning,  to  breakfast,  and  repeated  Milman's  beau- 
tiful  hymn  from  the  Martyr  of  Antioeh,*  'Brother,  thou  art 
gone  before  us.'  He  was  a  most  interesting  young  man,  but 
I  only  .saw  him  once.  Frank  Newman  was  as  bright  a  speci- 
men  of  a  young  Oxford  student  as  I  ever  met  with.  They 
had  both  been  considered  converted  in  early  youth;  and  so 
uncommon  an  event  to  me  was  it  tO'  meet  with  Christian  young 
men,  that  my  admiration  knew  no  bounds.  Of  course  I  told 
my  sister  Maria  all  this,  and  she  was  quite  prepared  to  ap- 
preciate in  like  manner  when  she  went  to  stay  at  Worton  the 
following  summer." 

"It  was  a  delightful  place,"  says  Maria  in  a  sketch  of  her 
life  which  she  wrote  for  the  Sisters  at  Autun,  "far  from  towns 
and  quite  country.  There  I  spent  my  days  as  much  as  pos- 
sifble  under  the  trees  or  in  the  fields,  sketching  the  lovely 
views.  My  sister  Sarah  had  told  me  that  Mr.  Francis  New- 
man and  a  friend  were  coming  to  the  village  to  spend  the  vaca- 
tion. I  did  not  pay  much  attention,  being  preoccupied  with 
this  delicious  solitude.  In  a  while  the  two  friends  appeared 
and  I  enjoyed  hearing  them  talk,  having  a  great  respect  for 
learned  men,  though  far  from  being  learned  myself.  I  asked 
them  questions  and  propounded  religious  difficulties  which 
troubled  me.  I  was  struck  with  Frank  Newman's  piety,  which 
had  nothing  affected  about  it,  like  the  manner  of  some  good 
people.  We  often  talked  while  I  was  sketching  in  the  fields, 
and  he  explained  to  me  many  things  in  Holy  Scripture  which 
I  had  not  understood.  Before  leaving  the  village,  he  expressed 
a  wish  that  I  could  become  acquainted  with  his  sisters.  (One 
of  the  reasons  he  suggested  was  that  she  might  lead  them  into 
the  good  way,  that  is,  Calvinism).  This  idea  pleased  me  much, 
and  on  returning  home  I  gave  my  mother  no  peace  until  she 
gave  me  permission  to  invite  two  of  his  sisters  to  spend  a  fort- 
night with  us  (at  her  home  in  Wanstead,  in  Bpping  Forest, 
now  no  forest).  They  accepted  the  invitation,  and  Mrs.  New- 
man brought  her  three  daughters,  Harriet,  Jemima,  and  Mary. 

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ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  59 

She  left  Harriet  and  Mary  with  us.  I  was  much  taken  with 
Mary,  who  was  nice-looking,  unaffected,  and  only  seventeen 
years  of  age.  I  should  not  have  been  greatly  attracted  by 
Harriet,  only  I  was  resolved  to  make  friends  with  them;  for 
she  had  a  way  I  could  not  understand,  and  she  embarrassed 
me  greatly  with  her  knowledge  of  religious  matters,  because  I 
had  thought  I  might  be  able  toi  lead  them  to  the  good  way, 
and  behold,  they  seemed  to  know  all  beforehand  and,  often 
showed  me  that  I  was  mistaken  in  my  explanations.  I  remem- 
ber that  the  first  thing  I  opposed  with  all  my  might  was  the 
idea  of  a  visible  church,  and  it  was  not  till  long  after,  when  I 
was  staying  with  their  mother  in  the  country,  that  I  took  up 
this  idea  .  .  .  Then  in  the  summer  (1827)  the  Newman  family 
stayed  some  months  at  Brighton  (where  one  of  Miss  Giberne's 
married  sisters  also  was  staying).  Naturally  we  called  now 
and  then  to  see  Mrs.  Newman,  who  invited  us  one  day  to  spend 
the  afternoon  and  evening,  and  then  for  the  first  time  I  became 
acquainted  with  Mr.  Newman,  noAV  Father  Newman.  It  was 
a  great  pleasure,  for  I  had  heard  so  much  about  him,  and  I 
enjoyed  seeing  him  thoug'h  he  spoke  very  little  to  me  and  paid 
me  no  compliments  or  special  attentions  like  most  young  men 
of  our  acquaintance,  who  neglected  the  ladies  of  their  own 
families.  The  delicate  and  repeated  attention  of  Mr.  Newman 
to  his  mother  and  sisters,  therefore,  aroused  my  admiration 
and  respect." 

On  tTie  5th  of  January,  1828,  his  youngest  sister,  Mary,  died, 
at  Brighton,  while  Maria  Giberne  and  her  sister  Fanny  were 
on  a  visit  to  the  Newmans.  Fifty-two  years  later,  Newman 
wrote  to  a  friend:  ''I  miss  and  shall  miss  in  Jemima  this — 
she  alone  with  me  had  a  memory  of  dates.  I  knew  well,  as 
anniversaries  of  all  kinds  came  round,  she  was  recollecting  .  .  . 
and  knew  a  hundred  things  most  interesting  to  me.  Yesterday 
was  the  anniversary  of  Mary's  death;  my  mind  turned  at  once 
to  Jemima,  but  she  was  away."  (She  had  died  at 
the  proceding  Christmas,  1879).  There  was  one  who 
recollected   this    anniversary,     Sister   Maria   Pia,    who    wrcte 


60  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

to  him  from  Autun,  in  a  letter  which  is  too  long 
for  quotation  in  full :  ' '  This  season  never  comes  round 
without  my  repassing  in  my  heart  of  hearts  all  the  circum- 
stances of  those  few  days — my  first  visit  to  your  dear  family. 
Who  could  ever  behold  that  sweet  face  for  any  length  of 
time  and  forget  it  again?  And  who  could  ever  have  been  ac- 
quainted with  the  scul  and  heart  that  lent  their  expression 
to  that  face,  and  not  love  her?  ...  I  forget  about  the  dinner 
and  evening  of  the  first  day,  for  I  was  doubtless  under  con- 
siderable awe  of  you  in  those  days ;  but  the  next  day  at  dinner 
our  dear  Mary  sat  next  to  you  and  I  was  on  the  other  side  of 
her;  and  while  eating  a  bit  of  turkey,  she  turned  her  face  to- 
wards me,  her  hand  on  her  heart,  so  pale  and  a  dark  ring  round 
her  eyes,  and  she  said  she  felt  ill,  and  should  she  go  away?  I 
asked  you,  and  she  went.  I  longed  to  accompany  her,  but  dared 
not  for  fear  of  making  a  stir.  It  was  the  last  time  I  saw  her 
alive  .  .  .  Your  mother,  looking  so  distressed,  said:  *Jchn,  I 
never  saw  Mary  so  ill  before.  I  think  we  must  send  for  the 
doctor.'  You  answered  as  if  to  cheer  her,  'Ah,  yes.  Mother, 
and  don't  forget  the  fee.'  .  .  .  Next  day  we  went  to  dine  with  a 
friend,  and  only  returned  to  ycur  house  about  nine.  I  felt 
a  shock  in  entering  the  house,  seeing  no  one  but  you — so  pale 
and  so  calm,  though  so  inwardly  moved;  and  when  I  asked 
you  to  pray  with  us  for  her,  you  made  a  great  effort  to  quiet 
your  voice,  sitting  against  the  table,  your  eyes  on  the  fire,  and 
you  answered,  'I  must  tell  you  the  truth;  she  is  dead  already.' 
I  felt  turned  to  stone ;  Fanny  cried ;  I  envied  her  her  tears ; 
I  never  can  cry  suddenly.  My  tears  come  now  in  writing  it, 
though  they  would  not  then.  You  told  us  a  little  about  her, 
with  gasping  sobs  in  your  voice,  and  then  you  left  us  .  .  .  Do  you 
recollect  that  you  and  T  are  the  only  survivors  of  that  event? 
''And  then  how  can  I  ever  forget  all  your  kindnesses  to  me 
because  of  my  toothache  ?  *  how  your  mother  sent  out  for  soft 
cakes  soaked  with  wine,  the  only  thing  I  could  manage  to  eat. 
You  all  seemed  so  unselfish  in  your  grief,  forgetting  your  own 

*  She  had  undergone  a  painful,  unsuccessful  operation. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  61 

trouble  to  minister  to  my  wants.  'I  was  deeply  touched,  and 
learned  a  lesson  which,  though  I  have  not  practised  it  as  I 
ought,  I  have  always  striven  to  imitate — not  to  suffer  myself  to 
be  so  absorbed  by  my  own  feelings  that  I  can  not  feel  for  oth- 
ers." 

In  1882,  on  January  5,  he  wrote  to  Sister  Maria  Pia  a  letter 
to  which  the  preceding  seems  to  have  been  an  answer:  "This 
is  the  anniversary  of  my  dear  Mary's  death  in  1828, — an  age 
ago;  but  she  is  as  fresh  in  my  memory  and  as  dear  t&  my  heart 
as  if  it  were  yesterday;  and  often  I  cannot  mention  her  name 
without  tears  coming  into  my  eyes." 

"I  never  thought  so  highly  of  Ne^vman, "  writes  Rev.  Isaac 
Williams,  who  was  for  a  time  his  curate  at  St.  Mary's,  in  Ox- 
ford, "and  he  never  seemed  to  me  so  saintlike  and  high  in  his 
character  as  when  he  was  with  his  mother  and  sisters.  The 
softness  and  repose  of  his  character  then  came  out,  and  so 
corrected  his  restless  intellect  .  .  .  While  Newman  was  abroad 
(1832-3)  his  mother  and  two  sisters  were  living  in  a  cottage 
by  Littlemore,  called  Rose  Hill,  and  I  saw  them  very  con- 
stantly, in  the  care  of  the  parish,  and  heard  his  letters  to  them 
read.  At  this  time,  his  brother  Frank  also  was  away  in  the 
East,  having  gone  on  a  wild,  enthusiastic  expedition  to  Bag- 
dad; and  when  his  family  were  receiving  or  expecting  letters 
from  both  brothers,  I  was  struck  with  the  contrast  between  the 
two.  While  our  Newman  had  so  much  poetry,  love  of  scenery 
and  associations  of  place  and  country,  and  domestic  and  filial 
affection,  these  qualities  appeared  to  me  wanting  in  his  brother, 
who  would  have  passed  by  Jerusalem  and  Nazareth  without 
turning  aside  to  look  on  them,  or  the  most  beautiful  object  in 
nature ;  or,  at  all  events,  he  would  not  have  deigned  to  mention 
them,  nor  to  cast  any  longing,  lingering  look  to  his  home." 

One  of  the  friends  with  whom  he  was  most  intimate  in  early 
manhood  was  Rev.  S.  Rickards,  who  is  the  one  that  said  of  him 
that  when  Newman's  mouth  was  shut  it  seemed  as  if  it  would 
never  open,  and  when  it  was  open,  it  seemed  as  if  it  need  never 
shut.  After  one  of  his  visits  to  Rickards,  his  sister  Harriet,  who 
remained  there   after  him,  wrote:     "Mr.  Rickards  dreamed 


62  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

that  you  wrote  saying  you  had  been  extremely  happy  here, 
and  the  only  want  you  at  all  perceived  in  him  was  a  hat ;  you 
begged  to  present  him  with  one.  It  it  not  ridiculous?  He  must 
have  discovered  our  thoughts  by  chiromancy."  (K-ickards  used 
to  read  characters  from  handwriting). 

"When  he  was  paying  another  visit  to  Eickards,  Mrs.  Rick- 
ards  wrote  thus  to  his  sister:  "We  have  great  designs  upon 
John,  which  are  neither  more  nor  less  than  to  make  him  idle 
enough  to  rest  himself.  This  morning  I  was  treated  by  all 
three  gentlemen  coaning  into  the  drawing-room  after  breakfast, 
when  a  discussion  began  which  lasted  nearly  two  hours,  after 
which  they  adjourned  to  talk  and  walk  about  the  garden,  from 
whence  they  only  returned  to  be  ready  for  dinner  at  two 
o'clock.  And  now  here  is  John  (Newman)  come  to  keep  me 
company,  or  rather  to  be  plagued  by  the  children.  They  are 
quite  overjoyed  to  see  him.  I  wish  you  could  only  see  him  now 
in  the  great  armchair  with  both  on  his  lap,  pulling  off  and 
putting  on  his  glasses." 

This  love  of  children  was  a  constant  feature  of  his  charac- 
ter. When  he  visited  in  1870  his  old  friend  Dean  Church,  the 
latter  writes  to  a  common  friend:  "Newman's  visit  was  very 
pleasant.  (He  made  bimself  quite  at  home  with  Helen  and  the 
children;  with  the  children  he  compared  notes  about  children's 
books,  which  has  ended  in  their  sending  him,  and  his  very 
heartily  acepting  one  of  their  books  of  nonsense,  Alice's  Adven- 
tures in  Wonderland,  which  he  did  not  know,  and  they  thought 
he  ought  to.  He  was  very  well  and  very  happy,  walking  and 
even  running,  though  it  was  that  very  hot  weather.  I  took 
him  to  Longleat,  and  you  know  how  he  lets  himself  go  when 
he  enjoys  being  out  in  the  air  on  a  fine  day,  and  looking  at 
what  he  thinks  beautiful.  He  talked  very  freely  and  a  great 
deal,  neither  seeking  nor  avoiding  subjects,  but  taking  every- 
thing as  it  turned  up,  and  becoming  very  animated  at  times." 

Mary  Anderson  (to  call  her  by  her  best  known  name)  says : 
"The  kindness  of  his  heart,  as  well  as  his  forgetfulness  of  the 
flight  of  time  in  his  life  of  thought,  are  well  illustrated  by  the 
following  anecdote  told  me  by  Miss  B.    Her  father  had  come 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


68 


over  to  the  Church  with  Newman ;  a  strong  friendship  existed 
between  them.  One  of  Miss  B  's  sisters  married,  and  had  a  child. 
In  his  visits  to  the  family,  Cardinal  Newman  never  forgot  to 
bring  the  little  one  a  plaything  of  some  kind.  The  mother, 
with  her  child,  was  called  away  to  India  to  join  her  husband, 
who  was  stationed  there.  Many  years  passed.  She  died,  and 
her  daughter,  then  a  young  lady  of  sixteen,  came  back  to  Eng- 
land to  stop  with  her  aunt.  Miss  B.  The  latter  informed  the 
Cardinal  of  the  girl's  return.  And  when  next  he  came  to 
town,  they  were  astonished  and  touched  to  see  him  arrive  with 
his  pockets,  as  of  old,  filled  with  toys.  He  had  forgotten  the 
lapse  of  years,  and  only  remembered  with  beautiful  fidelity 
the  old  custom." 


By  J.  Corson  Miller. 

When  Summer  dies,  then  doth  it  seem  to  me 
The  flowers  grieve  that  soon  for  them  shall  be 

The  end  of  life ;  no  more  for  them  the  rise 
Of  throbbing  sun-dawn,  gold  across  the  lea! 

Methinks  the  dew  but  tears  from  Pan's  poor  eyes. 
When  Summer  dies. 

And  she,  my  love,  doth  she  have  aught  of  cheer, 
Now  that  the  end  of  loveliness  draws  near! 

What  bodes  those  vague,  unearthly  forest-cries? 
Are  not  those  robin-notes  surcharged  with  fear? 

Ah,  sorrow  seems  to  tinge  the  very  skies 
When  Summer  dies! 

Yet  though  all  Nature  wither  like  a  leaf, 

And  life  seem  harshly  gray  and  choked  with  grief, 

Besure  brave  Virtue  ever  wins  the  prize. 
Whether  our  lives  be  overlong  or  brief. 

Yea  on  the  world  God's  richest  love  light  lies. 
When  Summer  dies. 


64  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Apostasy  Under  Difficulties 

By  Rt.  Rev.  Mgr.  John  Cruise,  D.D. 

[T  would  seem  that  there  should  be  little  difficulty  in  prov- 
ing that  a  man  had  apostatized  from  the  Catholic  religion, 
if,  though  born  and  brought  up  in  that  faith,  he  had  exer- 
cised the  functions  of  a  Protestant  minister  during  many 
years,  and  had  died  whilst  still  performing  such  functions. 
Yet  during  the  period  in  which  the  penal  laws  against  the 
Catholic  religion  were  in  force  in  Ireland,  apostasy,  at  least 
in  the  eyes  of  the  law,  was  not  the  simple  matter  it  had  been 
under  the  Roman  Emperors,  or  under  the  kings  who  reigned 
in  Palestine  shortly  before  the  coming  of  Christ. 

If  a  Christian  had  scattered  a  few  grains  of  incense  on  the 
fire  that  burned  before  an  idol,  or  if  he  had  only  given  to  the 
magistrate  a  written  declaration  that  he  had  sacrificed  to  the 
genius  of  the  Emperor,  the  Roman  persecutors  were  content. 
Apostasy  had  been  completely  proved.  The  "Libellatici"  of 
the  third  century  were  Christians  who  had  obtained  certificates 
that  they  had  conformed  to  the  edicts  of  the  pagan  Emperors 
in  matters  of  religion.  So  that  a  Christian  who  had  not  ac- 
tually offered  sacrifice  to  a  false  god,  but  obtained  a  written 
statement  that  he  had  done  so,  was  held  to  be  an  apostate 
from  the  Faith  by  both  the  civil  and  religious  authorities. 

The  aged  Eleazar,  whose  martyrdom  is  described  in  the 
second  book  of  the  Machabees,  rightly  judged  that  to  pretend 
to  do  a  deed,  that  in  the  opinion  of  all  amounted  to  apostasy, 
would  in  fact  be  a  renunciation  of  his  faith. 

''Eleazar,  one  of  the  chiefs  of  the  scribes,  was  pressed  to 
eat  swines'  flesh.  But  they  that  stood  by,  being  moved  with 
wicked  pity,  for  the  old  friendship  they  had  with  the  man, 
taking  him  aside,  desired  that  flesh  might  be  bought,  which 
it  viaa  lawful  for  him  to  eat,  that  he  might  make  as  if  he  had 
eaten,  as  the  King  commanded,  of  the  flesh  of  the  sacrifice. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  05 

That  by  so  doing  he  might  be  delivered  from  death.  But  he 
....  answered  without  delay  .  .  .  that  he  would  rather  be  sent 
into  the  other  world.  For  it  doth  not  become  our  age,  said 
he,  to  dissemble ;  whereby  many  young  persons  might  think 
that  Eleazar,  at  the  age  of  four-score  and  ten  years  was  gone 
over  to  the  life  of  the  heathens." 

But  let  us  return  to  the  Ireland  of  the  eighteenth  century, 
and  the  legal  proof  required  there  to  demonstrate  that  a  man 
had  left  the  Catholic  Church.  Since  motives  of  covetousness 
entered  largely  into  the  composition  of  the  penal  laws,  some 
remarks  are  required  to  explain  their  peculiar  construction. 

By  an  Act  of  Qneen  Anne 's  Parliament,  Catholics  were  pre- 
cluded from  buying  real  estate  or  even  from  holding  a  lease 
of  more  than  thirty-one  years'  duration.  If  a  Catholic,  in  the 
face  of  this  law,  bought  land  or  a  lease  of  more  than  the  pre- 
scribed limit,  any  Protestant  who  chose  to  file  a  bill  in  a  court 
of  equity,  might  obtain  possession  of  such  land  or  lease  by 
merely  stating  that  the  person  possessed  of  the  interest  was  a 
Catholic,  and  that  he  himself  was  a  Protestant  and  entitled  to 
have  the  estate  taken  from  the  Catholic  and  vested  in  a  de- 
cree of  the  court  in  him  the  Protestant.  This  was  called  (not 
in  joke)  "Discovering  the  land,"  or  "filing  a  Bill  of  Discov- 
ery." And  land  that  could  be  the  object  of  such  a  bill,  was 
called  "Discoverable  land."  Such  laws  naturally  produced 
many  cheerful  Christopher  Columbuses,  who  were  ready  to  cry 
out,  "Tierra!  Tierra!"  and  seize  the  land  of  their  Catholic 
neighbours,  or  even  land  which  had  been  bought  by  a  Protes- 
tant from  a  Catholic,  or  in  any  way  derived  from  a  Catholic, 
but  which  had  not  been  conveyed  to  such  Protestant  in  due  form 
by  a  "Bill  of  Discovery." 

In  his  sworn  evidence  before  the  Committee  of  the  House  of 
Parliament,  appointed  tO'  enquire  into  the  state  of  Ireland, 
Daniel  0 'Council  on  the  4th  of  March,  1825,  testified  as  fol- 
lows, "Before  1778,  any  land  held  by  a  Protestant,  that  was 
tainted  in  its  progress  to  him,  by  having  been  for  one  moment  in 
the  hands  of  a  Catholic,  either  as  a  trustee  or  otherwise,  was 


6€  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

discoverable  in  the  hands  of  that  Protestant,  and  instances 
were  very  frequent  in  which  Protestants  lost  their  estates  and 
properties  by  Bills  of  discovery;  one  instance  is  upon  record 
in  which  a  gentleman  entered  into  Trinity  College,  Dublin, 
as  a  sizer,  became  a  clergyman  of  the  Established  Church,  lived 
for  fifty  years  a  clergyman  of  the  Established  Church,  acquir- 
ed an  estate,  and  left  it  to  his  son,  a  Protestant;  and  his  son 
lost  that  estate  b}^  a  bill  of  discovery,  because  the  father  had 
entered  Trinity  College  after  fourteen,  and  never  regularly 
conformed;  the  father  was  born  of  Catholic  parents;  he  was 
probably  twenty  when  he  went  to  Trinity  College,  Dublin,  and 
entered  as  a  sizer  there. 

Question.    Having  become  a  Protestant  in  the  meantime? 

Answer.  He  could  not  have  entered  without  being  a  Pro- 
testant. 

Question.  He  was  deemed  to  have  been  in  law  a  Catholic, 
because  he  had  not  conformed  before  fourteen  years  of  age? 

Answer.  He  was,  according  to  the  legal  phrase,  plainly  a 
Papist  in  point  of  law,  because  the  son  of  every  Papist  was  by 
law  taken  prima  facie  to  be  a  Papist,  unless  under  the  age  of 
fourteen  he  went  publicly  to  (the  Protestant)  church ;  he  was  a 
Papist  for  his  life,  unless  he  conformed;  and  it  is  right  I 
should  add,  from  my  professional  experience,  there  was  scarce- 
ly one  instance  of  regular  conformity  in  Ireland ;  conformity 
that  would  bear  the  test,  except  in  Dublin, 

Question.  What  is  regular  conformity,  according  to  law? 

Answer.  Regular  conformity  was  taking  certain  oaths ;  the 
oath  of  supremacy,  receiving  the  sacrament  in  church  during 
divine  service,  filing  a  certificate  in  the  superior  courts  of  hav- 
ing taken  the  sacrament  during  divine  service,  and  of  having 
taken  the  oaths  at  sessions.  The  statutes  were  equivocal,  if 
certificates  were  filed  in  the  superior  courts ;  there  ought  to  be 
two  of  them,  that  was  sufficient.  Now  the  first  defect  that  ap- 
pears upon  the  (certificate)  of  conformity  is  this,  that  in  general 
it  was  certified  that  the  person  received  the  sacrament  after 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  67 

divine  service,  and  not  as  the  statute  required  it,  dnring  divine 
service ;  that  it  a  very  common  defect  in  the  conformity.  The 
next  was,  that  it  was  required  to  file  a  certificate  in  the  court  of 
the  session,  of  taking  the  sacrament;  and  that  the  certificate 
of  having  taken  the  oaths  was  to  be  filed  in  the  courts  above. 
The  consequence 'was,  that  in  the  country  the  mode  in  which 
they  proceeded  was  this:  they  filed  the  certificate  of  having 
taken  the  sacrament  according  (to  law)  in  the  court  of  ses- 
sions, and  they  took  a  certificate  from  the  court  of  sessions,  of 
having  taken  the  oaths,  and  they  filed  that  certificate  in  the 
courts  above.  Now  that  was  not  considered  sufficient;  the 
certificate  in  the  superior  court  was  the  only  thing  that,  accord- 
ing to  law,  could  be  looked  at,  and  that  was  only  a  certificate 
that  somebody  else  certified,  that  the  sacrament  had  been  re- 
ceived. There  were  two  certificates  necessary;  one  was  a  cer- 
tificate of  having  taken  the  sacrament,  the  other  was  a  cer- 
tificate of  having  taken  the  oaths.  If  both  those  were  filed 
in  the  superior  courts,  it  was  sufficient;  and  therefore,  when 
they  conformed  in  Dublin,  they  put  the  clergyman's  certificate 
in  the  court  of  King's  Bench;  and  they  took  a  certificate  from 
the  court  of  King's  Bench,  that  that  certificate  was  there,  that 
that  person  had  taken  the  oaths ;  and  they  filed  that  certificate, 
where  it  should  be  filed. 

Question.    That  was  good  conformity? 

Answer.  That  was  good  so  far,  because  both  were  in  the 
superior  Court;  the  certificate  of  having  taken  the  sacrament, 
was  also  in  a  superior  court;  but  I  never  saw  a  good  certificate 
from  the  court  of  sessions  below;  they  always  left  one  certifi- 
cate, that  is  of  having  taken  the  sacrament,  in  the  sessions  court 
below;  they  only  took  to  the  superior  court  a  certificate  that 
that  certificate  had  been  filed  at  sessions,  and  that  the  oaths 
had  been  taken;  and  that  was  held  under  the  words  of  the 
statute  not  to  be  sufficient." 

More  could  be  said  about  the  strange  complexity  of  the 
penal  laws  and  the  legal  proofs  of  apostasy,  but  leaving  that 
aside,  I  merely  dwell  upon  what  Daniel  O'Connell  called  '*a 


68  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

very  common  defect  in  the  certificates  of  conformity,"  the 
statement  that  the  person  conforming  had  received  the  sacra- 
ment "after  divine  service."  The  word  ** after"  instead  of 
"during  divine  service,"  which  was  so  generally  inserted  in 
the  certificates,  could  only  have  been  omitted  by  an  effort,  for  it 
occurred  so  naturally  in  any  reference  to  the  sacrament,  that 
it  was  universally  employed.  Up  to  the  time  when  the  Oxford 
movement  of  1833  made  some  change  in  the  Anglican  Church, 
no  one  dreamed  of  staying  for  the  celebration  of  the  Lord's 
Supper,  as  it  was  generally  called,  unless  he  intended  to  com- 
municate. It  would  have  been  regarded  as  a  most  strange  and 
impertinent  curiosity  for  a  non-communicant  to  be  present  at 
the  office  of  Holy  Communion.  After  Matins,  hymn  and  ser- 
mon, all  left  but  the  few  communicants,  who  remained  on  those 
rare  Sundays,  three  or  four  at  the  most  in  the  year,  when  the 
Holy  Communion  was  administered.  In  Tom  Brown's  School 
Days,  Harry  East  says  to  Tom,  "I  never  stop  the  Sacrament 
I  can  see  from  the  Doctor  dowuAvards  how  that  tells  against 
me,"  and  later  on  "no  boy  got  on  who  didn't  stay  the  Sacra- 
ment." After  some  more  talk,  Tom  said,  "You'll  stop  the  Sac- 
rament next  time,  won't  you?"  And  this  was  at  Eugby  School, 
the  boys  had  a  private  chapel,  but  still  all  left  when  the 
service  of  Holy  Communion  began,  except  those  who  were  to 
receive.  High  Anglicans  are  now  making  desperate  efforts  to 
have  the  celebration  of  the  Lord's  Supper  regarded  as  the 
chief  service  of  the  day.  Some  of  them  boldly  call  the  Holy 
Communion  the  Mass.  But  it  is  all  in  vain.  The  idea  that 
divine  service  consists  of  Bible  reading,  hymns  and  sermon,  is  so 
deeply  rooted  in  the  Protestant  mind,  that  it  cannot  be  ex- 
tracted. 

Mgr.  Benson,  who  received  his  first  Protestant  Communion 
at  the  age  of  seventeen,  says  in  his  "Confessions  of  a  Con- 
vert": "Only  once  before  had  I  even  attended  the  service." 
Yet  he  was  the  son  of  an  Archbishop  of  Canterbury.  Can  we 
wonder,  then,  that  even  a  lawyer,  unless  gifted  with  the  ex- 
traordinary skill  of  a  Daniel  O'Connell,  should  draw  up  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  69 

certificate  of  his  comforming  client  as  having  received  the 
sacrament  after  divine  service?  Then  to  the  dismay  of  the 
unfortunate  client,  or  at  least  of  his  heirs,  the  certificate  would 
be  invalid.  A  gentleman  who  had  decided  to  renounce  the 
Catholic  religion,  might  have  sat  quietly  in  the  vestry  till  the 
congregation  had  departed,  and  there  remained  only  the  other 
three  or  even  two,  communicants  required  by  the  Anglican 
ritual  to  receive  with  the  celebrant*  and  then  entering  the 
church,  have  received  the  sacrament,  and  all  would  have  been 
in  accordance  with  the  law  of  the  land,  provided  that  the  cer- 
tificate bore  the  words,  ''he  received  the  sacrament  during 
divine  service."  Of  course  all  the  other  vexatious  formalities 
would  have  been  required.  But  the  most  humiliating  of  the 
formalities,  for  one  who  feared  not  God,  but  only  man,  would 
have  been  much  softened.  Instead  of  a  triumphant  Protestant 
crowd  to  gaze  at  him  during  sermon  and  hymns,  he  might  have 
had  only  the  parson's  wife  and  the  pew  opener,  or  one  of  his 
own  Protestant  servants  to  receive  the  bread  and  wine  with 
him.  And  he  would  not  have  been  obliged  to  receive  the 
sacrament  ever  again,  or  even  to  enter  a  Protestant  church 
any  more. 

All  these  unjust  laws  have  long  since  been  repealed.  I  say 
this,  because  having  lived  much  abroad,  I  find  that  there  is 
a  great  deal  of  ignorance  concerning  the  relations  between 
England  and  Ireland.  Many  foreign  Catholics  imagine  that 
the  penal  laws  are  still  in  force.  Possibly  one  or  two  of  those 
into  whose  hands  this  number  of  the  "Lilies"  may  come,  might 
have  the  same  idea. 


*  And  if  there  be  not  above  twenty  persons  in  the  Parish  of  discre- 
tion to  receive  the  Communion:  yet  there  shall  be  no  Communion,  ex- 
cept four  (or  three  at  the  least)  communicate  with  the  Priest."  Rubric 
of  the  Anglican  Communion  Office. 


78  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Insckibed  to  Sisteb  Mary  Paulina  Finn,  Visitation  Convent,  Wash- 
ington, D.C.,  on  Heb  Golden  Jubilee. 

June  20,  1869— June  20,  1919. 

Dawn  wove  a  glittering  garment  of  the  beams 
That  shot  the  silvery  mist  with  radiant  light, 
And  clothed  the  day  with  magic  raiment  bright, 

All  figured  with  fond  hopesi  and  lofty  dreams 

That  golden  noon  hath  perfected.    It  seems 
But  yesterday  on  Calvary's  crimson  height 
We  saw  thee  stand,  a  victim  pure  and  white, 

Self-immolated,  dead  to  earthly  schemes. 

Sweet  singer  of  rare  melodies  divine, 

Our  cloister  laureate,  send  forth  thy  song 

To  voice  the  yearnings  of  Christ's  Sacred  Heart, 

Till  men  in  adoration  round  It  throng, 

And  find  that  lasting  peace  for  which  they  pine, 
0  happy  mission !    Blest  by  Heaven  thou  art ! 

Sister  M.M. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  71 

The  Vengeance  of  Tito  Rossi 

By  John  Ayscough's  Mother. 

3T  was  a  lovely  evening  early  in  July.  The  sun  had  set 
behind  the  western  hills,  and  as  it  sank  below  the  horizon 
the  snow-clad  summits  of  Mt.  Blanc  and  the  lofty  peaks 
of  the  Aigilles  were  flushed  with  delicate  hues  of  tender  rose 
and  gold.  The  air  was  still,  save  for  the  rushing  swish  of  the 
impetuous  Arves,  or  the  music  of  the  bells,  as  the  cattle  slowly 
wended  their  way  to  drink  at  the  fountains  before  retiring  to 
their  various  shelters  for  the  night. 

A  group  of  strangers,  some  on  mules  and  some  on  foot,  re- 
turning from  a  climb  to  the  top  of  the  Brevent,  were  hastening 
ho]ne  to  their  hotel  where  the  chimer  bell  was  making  itself 
heard.  With  the  party  were  two  guides,  and  as  it  is  with  them 
that  we  chiefly  have  to  do,  I  will  ;begin  by  describing  them. 
The  guide  who  led  the  foremost  mule  was  about  six  feet  high, 
broad  shouldered  and  athletic,  the  picture  of  a  hardy  moun- 
taineer. He  was  very  pleasant  to  look  at,  with  his  honest  blue 
eyes,  fair,  curly  hair,  and  the  happy,  good-natured  expression 
of  his  much-tanned  countenance.  He  was  the  favorite  guide  of 
the  district.  All  the  ladies  liked  to  have  Pierre  Constant  to 
attend  them,  he  was  so  kind  to  the  timid  ones,  leading  their 
mules  carefully  down  the  dangerous  places,  and  beguiling  them 
out  of  their  fears  with  many  tales  of  Alpine  life. 

A  very  different  man  was  guide  No.  2.  Tito  Rossi  by  name. 
His  father  was  an  Italian,  and  his  large  dark  eyes,  olive  com- 
plexion, and  straight  blue-black  hair,  told  of  his  southern  origin. 
He  was  not  so  fine  a  man  as  Pierre,  but  his  slight  figure  was 
well  knit,  and  there  was  a  picturesque  grace  in  all  his  move- 
ments, a  careless  ease,  too,  showing  he  was  quite  aware  of  his 
good  looks.  He  knew  enough  English  to  understand  when  la- 
dies exclaimed  "what  a  handsome  youth."  Then  Tito  would 
confuse  them  by  raising  his  "beret,"  and  showing  his  white 


72  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

teeth  in  smiling  acknowledgment  of  the  compliment.  Tito 
lived  in  the  village  with  his  grandmother,  old  Babette,  who 
carried  on  the  business  of  a  "blanche  seure."  Her  only  child 
(Tito's  mother)  having  gone  away  as  maid  to  an  English  lady 
who  had  been  staying  in  the  village,  accompanied  her  to  Rome, 
and  there  married  an  Italian  courier.  He  died  rather  sud- 
denly, and  then  she  returned  to  her  mountain  home,  and  only 
lived  for  a  few  days  after  the  birth  of  her  son.  Babette  was  a 
cross-grained  old  woman  to  the  world  in  general,  but  she 
petted  and  spoiled  her  handsome  grandson,  and  the  good 
priest,  Father  Bossom,  who  took  an  interest  in  the  boy,  often 
rebuked  her  for  her  over-indulgence. 

Pierre  Constant's  parents  were  very  worthy  people,  honest 
and  hard-working.  They  lived  in  a  pretty  chalet  just  outside 
the  town,  and  at  this  time  of  the  year  might  be  seen  in  their 
hay-field  with  their  daughters,  tossing  the  sweet-scented  hay, 
or  tying  it  up  in  large  bundles  to  go  on  the  long  hay  cart. 
Old  Constant  was  one  of  the  most  experienced  guides  in  all 
the  country  side.  He  had  been  more  than  fifty  times  to  the 
top  of  Mt.  Blanc,  but  now  he  was  glad  that  when  he  retired 
his  son  was  ready  to  take  his  place.  Meanwhile  Pierre  always 
accompanied  him.  Tito  too.  The  latter  was  as  light  of  foot  as 
a  chamois,  but  over-adventurous,  and  not  so  careful  as  his 
friend.  Pierre  and  Tito  had  been  playmates  as  children. 
When  boys  they  used  to  take  it  in  turn  to  get  up  at  4  o'clock 
a.m.  to  serve  Masses  for  the  priests  at  the  village  church. 
Pierre  was  always  regular,  but  Tito  would  get  fits  of  laziness, 
when  he  would  neither  get  up  in  time  for  Mass  nor  help  his 
grandmother  at  home.  At  those  times  neither  the  rebuke  of 
priest  or  parent  had  any  effect,  only  one  person  could  move 
him  from  his  perverse  humour,  and  that  was  pretty  Madeline 
Bruyere,  whom  both  the  boys  worshipped,  playfully  calling 
her  their  ''Queen." 

Madeline's  father  was  a  well-to-do  farmer,  who  during  the 
summer  months  lived  in  a  chalet  very  high  up  on  the  mountain 
side.    He  had  fifteen  cows,  and  a  flock  of  goats,  and  when  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  73 

cold  weather  set  in  he  and  his  family  with  their  cattle  and 
other  belongings,  migrated  to  more  sheltered  quarters  in  the 
valley  below.  Then  it  was  that  the  young  people  were  thrown 
together.  They  met  every  day  at  the  village  school  and  as 
they  grew  older  they  joined  in  the  sleding  and  skating  that 
forms  the  valley  amusements  during  the  long  winter  months. 
At  the  time  our  story  commences,  Madeline  was  a  tall,  graceful 
girl,  the  picture  of  health  and  sweet  temper.  Her  father  was 
dead,  but  her  mother  carried  on  the  farm.  The  cheeses  made 
at  the  hill  chalet  were  quite  famous,  and  found  ready  sale  at 
the  hotels  in  the  village.  All  their  little  world  knew  that 
Pierre  and  Tito  were  still  devoted  to  their  "Queen."  They 
also  knew  that  Pierre  was  the  favoured  one,  and  though  it 
was  thought  that  Madeline  might  have  looked  higher,  Pierre's 
family  were  much  respected  and  Pierre  himself  in  character 
and  conduct  above  reproach,  so  when  the  young  people  danced 
together  in  the  summer  evenings,  or  skated  together  in  the 
winter,  everyone  smiled  upon  them. 

When  I  say  everyone  I  am  hardly  correct.  There  was  one 
who  scowled  and  bit  his  nails  when  he  saw  them,  for  he,  too, 
loved  Madeline  and  meant  to  try  hard  to  win  her  fir  his  wife. 
I  am  afraid,  though  a  good  girl,  Madeline  was  a  bit  of  a  co- 
quette. She  loved  admiration,  besides,  she  had  a  real  affection 
for  her  old  playmate  Tito,  and  when  he  looked  at  her  tenderly 
with  his  large  dark  eyes,  she  had  not  the  heart  to  be  unkind. 
Then  he  would  implore  her  to  love  him  even  a  little,  and  she 
would  tell  him  that  she  did  love  him  as  a  friend,  but  as  a 
lover  she  could  not  think  of  him  for  a  moment.  He  knew  that 
she  spoke  what  she  felt;  he  knew,  moreover,  that  all  her  heart 
Avas  given  to  Pierre,  yet  he  loved  her  none  the  less,  but  he 
hated  his  rival  more  and  more.  It  was  in  vain  that  Father 
Bossom  talked  to  him  of  the  folly  of  allowing  himself  to  be 
dominated  "by  a  hopeless  passion,  that  would  bring  nothing  but 
bitterness  into  his  life.  "Pierre,"  said  he,  "is  your  best  friend, 
and  yet  you  hate  him  in  your  heart;  sometimes  you  wish  him 
dead  so  that  you  may  fill  his  place.    Oh !  my  son,  beware.  Pas- 


74  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

sion  will  carry  you  away  with  it  unless  you  conquer  it  in 
time."  To  return  to  my  story.  As  soon  as  the  visitore  were 
conducted  to  their  hotel,  Pierre  and  Tito  led  their  mules  away 
to  their  stables,  and  having  attended  to  their  wants,  each  went 
his  own  way,  Pierre  to  take  home  his  earnings,  and  Tito  to 
sipend  them  in  the  nearest  cafe.  As  the  former  neared  his 
father's  house  he  saw  a  pink  dress  before  him  on  the  hill,  and 
well  knowing  whose  it  was,  he  hastened  on,  and  overtook  Made- 
line before  she  had  reached  the  pine  forest  through  which  she 
always  passed  on  her  way  home. 

"Oh  Pierre,  how  you  startled  me!" 

"Did  I?  I  had  no  idea  that  my  foot-fall  had  such  a  ter- 
rible sound.     Say  you  are  sorry  to  be  startled  when  the 

appears  in  my  form. 

"No,  I'm  not  going  to  flatter  you,  you  vain  boy,  but  you 
look  elated.  Have  the  tourists  given  you  larger  pay  than 
usual,  or  were  those  young  ladies  prettier,  and  more  gracious 
to  their  favorite  guide?" 

"You  are  talking  nonsense,  dear.  You  know  there  is  but 
one  face  in  the  world  for  me.  And  the  sweetest  smiles  else- 
where are  wasted  upon  me.  I  leave  all  that  for  Tito.  He 
smiles  and  blushes  when  they,  thinking  he  does  not  understand 
their  language,  make  flattering  remarks  upon  his  beauty. 
I  don't  know  if  you  wall  be  as  pleased  as  I  am  at  the  news  I 
have  to  tell  you.  I  am  going  with  a  party  up  Mt.  Blanc  to- 
morrow. My  father  is  going  too,  and  Tito.  The  pay  will  be 
good,  for  the  people  are  wealthy  Americans,  and  will  spare  no 
expense.  You  know  why  'I  am  glad  to  add  to  my  store,  this 
will  pro'bably  be  my  father's  last  journey  up  the  mountain, 
then  I  shall  take  his  place.  That  is  my  great  ambition,  for  it 
means  money,  and  when  I  have  saved  enough  I  will  take  a 
hotel,  and  then  my  darling  will  be  mine,  when  I  have  a  home 
to  receive  her.  That  is  my  dream;  will  you  do  your  part  in 
fulfilling  it?" 

For  answer  Madeline  raised  her  beautiful  eyes  to  his,  and 
he  stopped  and  kissed  her  lips.  "My  own  forever,"  he  mur- 
mured. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  75 

"Yes,  your  own,  your  very  own,  but  Oh  Pierre,  take  care  to- 
morrow, and  in  dangerous  places  do  not  stand  too  near  to  Tito. 
Father  Bossom  says  it  is  foolish  to  mind  dreams,  but  I  had 
miserable  dreams  last  night,  in  which  you  and  Tito  and  Mt. 
Blanc  were  all  mixed  up." 

''You  are  a  silly  child  to  be  made  unhappy  by  dreams,  and 
though  I  know  Tito  is  jealous  of  me,  I  don't  think  he  is  bad 
enough  to  try  to  hurt  me." 

"I  don't  know,  Pierre.  I  like  the  boy  for  old  times  sake, 
but  I  am  afraid  of  him  sometimes;  he  looks  at  you  as  if  he 
would  like  to  kill  you." 

Pierre  duly  promised  to  be  careful  of  his  precious  self,  and 
after  a  little  more  lover's  talk,  he  said,  "I  must  leave  you  now, 
dear,  for  'I  promised  to  see  the  gentleman  who  is  getting  up 
this  party,  to  make  final  arrangements.  We  start  at  five  o  'clock 
in  the  morning.    You  will  think  of  us,  won't  you?" 

"Think  of  you,  yes,  and  pray  God  to  guard- you  and  to 
watch  over  you,  and  bring  you  back  to  me  in  safety.  But 
Oh  !  be  careful  for  my  sake,  if  not  for  your  own.  I  don't  know 
how  it  is,  but  I  am  full  of  presentiments.  I  never  felt  so  anx- 
ious before,  though  you  have  been  many  times  up  the  moun- 
tain. A  moment  more,  and  he  was  gone,  striding  down  the 
mountain  path  as  if  his  life  depended  on  his  speed.  Madeline 
watched  him  until  he  was  out  of  sight  and  then,  with  a  heavy 
sigh,  she  was  turning  to  continue  her  way  up  the  hill,  when  a 
voice  said,  "Is  he  walking  for  a  wager,  or  have  you  driven  him 
away?" 

"Oh  Tito,  you  made  me  jump !  Where  have  you  come  from; 
and  how  long  have  you  been  here?" 

"I  came  from  the  village,  my  Queen,  and  I  have  been  here 
long  enough  to  witness  the  tender  parting  between  you  and 
your  long-limbed  admirer." 

"You  had  no  right  to  play  the  spy  upon  us,"  said  the  girl, 
angrily. 

"Haven't  I?  I  say  I  have,  for  I  love  you;  I  love  you  a 
thousand  times  better  than  he  does ;  my  love  isn't  merely  a  part 


76  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

of  my  life,  it  is  life  itself.  I,  too,  am  going  on  a  perilous  jour- 
ney to-morrow ;  kiss  me  and  bless  me  as  you  blessed  and  kissed 
Pierre.    Will  you?" 

He  stepped  forward,  his  lips  trembling,  his  eyes  flashing. 
Madeline  drew  back  haughtily.  "You  forget  yourself,  Tito. 
I  will  pray  for  the  safety  of  my  old  playfellow,  but  I  cannot 
kiss  anyone  but  my  bethrothed. 

''Your  "bethrothed!    Has  it  come  to  that  already?" 

"Yes,  and  it  cannot  be  any  surprise  to  you.  You  must  have 
known  that  Pierre  and  I  have  loved  each  other  all  our  lives, 
and  now  I  have  promised  to  marry  him  as  soon  as  he  has  a 
home  ready  for  me." 

"Some  promises  are  made  to  be  broken,"  said  Tito,  "and 
yours  will  be,  for  never  while  I  am  alive  shall  you  marry  Pierre 
Constant." 

"You  have  no  voice  in  the  matter,"  said  Madeline,  scorn- 
fully. 

"Haven't  I?  "We'll  see.  Now  give  me  that  kiss  to  help  me 
on  my  way  to-morrow." 

"I  can't,  Tito,  but  I  will  pray  God  to  take  care  of  you  and 
make  you  a  better  man." 

Tito's  dark  face  flushed  to  the  roots  of  his  hair.  "You  will 
be  sorry  for  this,"  said  he,  "but  whatever  happens  you  will 
one  day  be  my  w^ife,"  and  he  seized  her  in  his  arms,  and  not- 
withstanding her  struggles,  kissed  her  repeatedly. 

"You  coward!"  she  cried.  "I  hate  you.  If  you  were  the 
only  man  in  the  world  I  would  not  marry  you,"  and  breaking 
away  from  him,  she  ran  up  the  hill,  while  he  plunged  into  the 
Pine  forest  and  was  soon  lost  to  sight.  When  she  reached  her 
home  her  mother  came  out  to  meet  her.  "What  is  it,  Cherie?" 
said  she,  "You  are  quite  out  of  breath,  and  trembling  all  over. 
Has  that  boy  Tito  been  rude?" 

^'Yes,  but  I  want  to  tell  you  something  else  first.  Pierre 
came  with  me  as  far  as  the  Pine  wood;  he  is  going  up  the 
mountain  with  a  party  to-morrow,  and  Mother  dear,  he  asked 
me  to  be  his  wife,  not  now,  but  when  he  has  a  home  for  me. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  77 

He  said  you  gave  him  leave  to  speak.  Of  course  I  said  Yes, 
for  I  have  loved  him  always,  and  I  was  so  happy  even  though 
we  had  just  parted,  when,  turning  to  go  up  the  hill,  I  found 
Tito  standing  beside  me.  He  looked  so  queer,  white  as  death, 
though  his'  eyes  were  flashing,  and  his  lips  trembled  as  he  asked 
me  to  kiss  him  too.  Of  course  T  wouldn't,  and  I  told  him  that 
Pierre  and  I  are  bethrothed,  and  I  cannot  kiss  anyone  else. 
He  was  very  angry,  talked  of  his  love,  said  I  should  never 
marry  anyone  else.  Then  he  seized  me  in  his  arms  and  kissed 
me  many  times.  I  was  beside  myself  with  rage,  that  he  should 
do  so.  I  told  him  I  hated  him,  and  Mother,  I  am  sorry  that  I 
said  so,  lest  he  may  avenge  himself  on  Pierre.  Do  you  think 
he  will?" 

"No,  dear  child,  he  daren't  do  anything.  We  will  speak 
to  Father  Bossam ;  he  is  the  only  person  who  has  any  influence 
over  Tito.    When  do  they  start,  to-morrow?" 

''At  five  o'clock  in  the  morning,  if  all  is  favorable.  Oh 
Mother,  we  must  pray  for  them;  I  tremble  to  think  of  the 
danger  they  may  have  to  encounter." 

"There  are  dangers  everywhere,  child,  but  remember  that 
the  same  God  is  watching  over  the  snows,  as  over  the  valley 
below.  He  is  everywhere ;  we  can  only  trust  in  His  mercy. 
Now  go  to  bed,  and  sleep  in  peace,  leaving  all  in  His  hands." 

The  weather  on  the  following  day  was  splendid,  so  the 
party,  ten  in  number,  started  on  their  ascent  of  Mt.  Blanc. 
Later  in  the  day  they  could  be  seen  through  the  big  telescope 
in  the  village,  toiling  up  through  the  soft  snow,  which  often 
reached  far  above  their  knees.  Near  the  grand  mulct  they 
were  lost  to  sight.  Two  days  later  a  man  came  running  into 
the  village.  "There  has-been  an  accident  up  there,"  said  he, 
pointing  to  Mt.  Blanc.  "Pierre  Constant  has  fallen  into  a  cre- 
vasse. They  could  see  him  sliding  down  the  slippery  ice,  try- 
ing to  hold  on  with  his  nails.  They  thought  he  was  lost,  but 
a  block  of  ice  that  had  got  wedged  in,  saved  him.  There  were 
fears  that  it  might  give  way  under  his  weight,  but  it  held  until 
someone  was  let  down,  and  fastened  a  rope  round  Pierre's  body. 


78  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

He  is  a  heavy  man  and  tliey  had  great  difficulty  in  bringing 
him  up,  and  greatly  feared  lest  the  rope  might  break.  How- 
ever, they  brought  him  to  the  top.  He  is  in  a  dreadful  state, 
his  clothes  torn  to  rags,  and  all  down  one  side  of  his  body  is 
nothing  but  raw  flesh,  all  the  skin  rubbed  off.  They  are  bring- 
ing him  down.  Yes,  he  is  alive,  but  he  is  suffering  dreadfully, 
poor  fellow.  I  can't  think  what  came  over  him,  for  Pierre  is 
always  so  careful. 

' '  Was   Tito  there  ? ' '  asked  one  of  the  listeners. 

"Yes,  he  was  standing  close  to  him.  It  was  a  scream  from 
Tito  that  told  what  had  happened.  He  seemed  greatly  dis- 
tressed, and  wanted  to  be  let  down  to  fasten  the  rope,  but  the 
old  man  would  trust  no  one  but  himself  to  rescue  his  son. ' ' 

It  was  late  in  the  evening  when  the  stretcher  on  which  Pierre 
was  laid,  reached  the  village.  He  was  unconscious  when  exam- 
ined by  the  doctor,  who  said  that  though  no  bones  were  broken, 
one  knee  was  severely  injured,  and  that  with  the  shock  to  the 
sysitem,  and  the  agony  he  had  suffered,  he  feared  Pierre  would 
never  be  the  same  man  again.  However,  youth  and  a  good 
constitution  triumphed.  When  the  fever  abated,  and  the  torn 
flesh  began  to  heal,  the  patient  seemed  in  a  fair  way  to  recover. 
Only  the  injured  knee  remained  stiff.  Pierre  would  never  again 
guide  strangers  in  ascending  Mt.  Blanc ;  he  would  always  be 
lame,  walking  with  a  limp.  As  his  bodily  ailments  got  better 
it  fretted  him  to  think  of  the  blight  that  had  fallen  on  his 
bright  prospects.  Yet  he  had  one  comfort  in  his  trouble,  Made- 
line's love  was  still  his.  All  through  his  illness  she  nursed 
and  cheered  him,  and  now  that  he  was  able  to  move  about,  she 
devised  little  plans  for  his  amusement. 

One  day  when  he  was  sadly  discussing  the  future,  a  tap 
came  to  the  door.  It  was  Mr.  Belham,  the  American  million- 
aire. He  had  been  to  'Italy  and  had  returned  to  put  the  finish- 
ing touches  to  an  enterprise  which  he  had  started  before  he 
went  away.  When  he  came  into  the  room  he  saw  that  Pierre 
was,  as  he  expressed  it,  "Considerably  down  in  the  mouth." 

"What's  this?"  said  he.    "Aren't  you  so  well,  Pierre?" 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  79 

"Yes,  Sir,  'but  I  was  grumbling  a  bit.  I  hate  to  think  I 
shall  never  go  up  that  beautiful  mountain  again,  but  must  be 
all  my  life  a  limping  cripple.    It  seems  very  hard. ' ' 

"Hard,  yes,  but  my  dear  boy,  it  might  have  been  so  much 
worse.  Though  you  can't  go  up  the  mountain,  there  are  other 
things  you  can  do,  and  when  this  young  lady  is  your  wife  she 
won't  be  sorry  that  you  were  obliged  to  retire  from  a  dangerous 
occupation.  Now  I  want  you  both  to  come  with  me  to  look  at 
my  new  purchase." 

It  was  only  a  short  distance  off,  and  as  Pierre  limped  slow- 
ly along,  many  people  looked  with  compassion  in  the  halting 
steps  and  emaciated  appearance  of  the  village  champion,  who 
had  won  so  many  prizes  at  their  athletic  sports.  Pierre  and 
Madeline  were  delighted  with  the  "Hotel  de  I'Arne,"  which 
was  the  "purchase"  they  were  taken  to  see.  It  was  a  fine 
building  with  every  modern  improvement.  At  one  side  it 
looked  into  a  terrace  garden,  at  the  bottom  of  which  flowed  the 
Arve.  All  the  windows  at  that  side  commanded  a  fine  view  of 
Mt.  Blanc,  the  glacier  de  Bossons,  and  the  Tignilles.  The  front 
of  the  house  opened  into  the  main  street.  The  house  was  fully 
furnished.  Madeline  was  rapturous.  "What  a  lovely  place !" 
she  exclaimed. 

"I  am  glad  you  like  it,  my  dear,"  said  Mr,  Belham,  "for 
I  hope  it  will  be  your  future  home.  I  have  bought  it  for  you, 
Pierre.  You  can  pay  me  a  small  rent,  but  the  profits  will  all 
be  yours.    Now,  how  much  capital  can  you  raise  between  you?" 

Pierre  shrugged  his  shoulders.  "Not  much,  I  fear.  There 
is  the  money  the  kind  people  were  good  enough  to  subscribe 
for  me;  my  father  will  give  me  something,  and  I  have  some 
savings  of  my  own," 

"There  will  be  my  dot  too,"  put  in  Madeline  with  a  blush. 

"Well,  whatever  the  amount  is,  I  promise  to  double  it,  I 
don't  want  you  to  be  embarrassed  at  the  first  start,  and  now 
as  the  home  is  ready,  I  see  no  reason  for  delaying  your  marriage. 
Next  week  I  expect  visitors,  a  large  party,  and  you  should  be 
here  to  receive  them.    The  servants  are  all  engaged." 


80  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

"Pierre's  voice  trembled  as  he  said,  "How  can  we  thank 
you  enough,  sir?  My  misfortune  appears  to  be  only  a  bless- 
ing in  disguise  since  it  brought  me  such  a  benefactor,  and  so 
much  kindness  from  every  one.  If  Madeline  does  not  object 
to  marrying  a  limping  cripple,  I  am  ready  at  any  moment." 

A  few  days  later  they  were  married.  Father  Bossom  had 
much  pleasure  in  performing  the  ceremony,  and  the  wedding 
was  made  an  occasion  of  rejoicing  in  the  village,  the  festivities 
finishing  up  with  a  dance  in  the  evening.  All  this  was  gall  and 
bitterness  to  Tito  Kossi.  Unable  to  endure  the  sounds  of  merri- 
ment that  tcld  him  his  love  was  lost  to  him  forever,  he  wandered 
into  the  Pine  forest  and  spent  the  day  there,  eating  his  heart 
out  in  lonely  misery.  Since  Pierre's  "accident"  he  realized  the 
fact  that  he  was  universally  regarded  with  suspicion  and  dis- 
trust. His  old  companions  looked  askance  at  the  man  whom 
it  was  believed  had  tried  to  murder  his  best  friend.  Yet  no 
word  was  spoken.  Pierre  persisted  in  absolute  silence.  He 
would  answer  no  questions  on  the  subject.  Only  Father  Bossom 
knew  all  the  circumstances.  The  good  priest  loved  the  lad 
Tito,  whom  he  had  know^n  from  infancy,  and  he  determined  to 
consult  Mr.  Belham  about  him,  his  aim  being  to  get  him  away 
from  old  associations,  and  give  him  a  fresh  start  in  life.  Be- 
tween them  they  arranged  to  pay  his  passage  to  America  and  to 
give  him  a  small  sum  to  keep  him  until  he  should  find  work. 
As  Tito  was  very  willing  to  go,  no  time  was  lost  in  making  the 
necessary  arrangements,  so  on  a  fine  September  morning  he  left 
his  home,  without  waking  his  grandmother,  carrying  a  short 
stick  in  his  hand,  and  a  well-filled  knapsack  en  his  back.  It 
was  a  glorious  morning.  The  snowy  peaks  were  hidden  by 
clouds  tinted  by  the  rising  sun  with  a  rosy  glow.  The  air  was 
fresh  and  sweet  and  as  Tito  turned  to  take  a  last  look  at  the 
"monarch  of  mountains,"  he  exclaimed,  "farewell,  old  friend, 
I  shall  never  see  you  again  unless  I  become  rich,  for  money 
is  powder,  and  when  I  have  it,  those  who  have  slighted  me  shall 
feel  my  vengeance."  Just  then  the  smoke  rose  straight  from  a 
chimney  in  the  Hotel  d  I'Arne,  it  seemed  to  remind  him  of  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  81 


happiness  he  had  lost,  and  with  a  sob  he  turned  and  pursued 
his  lonely  way. 

Twenty-one  years  have  passed  away.  Pierre's  father  and 
mother  and  Tito's  old  grandmother,  all  lie  in  the  village  church- 
yard. Pierre  and  his  wife,  prosperous  in  all  their  undertakings, 
are  the  owners  of  two  flourishing  hotels.  Happy,  too,  in  their 
home  life,  their  children  are  growing  up  around  them.  Adele, 
the  eldest  daughter,  reminds  Pierre  of  his  Madeline  in  her 
earlier  girlhood,  but  to  other  eyes  she  is  more  beautiful  than 
her  mother  was.  The  eldest  son  has  gone  to  serve  time  in  the 
French  army,  the  second  is  preparing  to  be  a  priest,  and  the 
youngest  already  helps  his  father  in  the  Hotel.  It  is  a  happy 
household,  and  when  they  are  all  together  and  Father  Bosson 
spends  an  evening  with  them,  his  kind  old  face  lights  up  when 
he  looks  at  the  smiling  faces  around  him,  but  he  sighs  when 
he  thinks  of  Tito,  from  whom  he  has  not  heard  for  many  years. 
To-night  his  face  looks  anxious,  for  he  has  heard  a  rumour 
which,  if  true,  may  injure  the  Hotel  de  I'Arne.  Between  it  and 
some  houses  further  down  the  river  was  a  piece  of  waste  land, 
which  he  always  advised  Pierre  to  secure  at  any  price.  But 
Pierre  was  prudent.  He  did  not  like  parting  with  his  money 
unless  he  got  full  value  for  it.  The  Geneva  Notary  who  owned 
this  land  demanded  a  fancy  price  for  it.  This  Pierre  refused 
to  give,  so  time  went  on,  and  now  it  was  said  that  a  stranger 
had  purchased  the  land,  and  already  men  were  clearing  away 
the  weeds  and  rubbish  before  beginning  to  build  upon  it.  When 
Pierre  heard  the  rumour  he  refused  to  believe  it,  because  the 
notary  had  promised  never  to  sell  the  land  without  letting 
him  know.  In  a  few  days  he  found  that  the  report  was  true. 
Building  stone  in  large  quantities  were  carted  to  the  spot,  and 
the  masons  employed  said  they  had  a  contract  to  build  a  large 
wine  store  as  quickly  as  they  could  work.  The  family  at  the 
Hotel  were  in  despair.  Such  a  building,  an  ugly  object  in  it- 
self, would  shut  out  all  view  of  the  Mt.  Blanc  range.  No  more 
would  the  visitors  delight  in  the  glorious  sunrise,  and  still 
more  glorious  sunset,  only  from  the  bottom  of  the  garden  would 


82 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


they  get  a  glimpse  of  the  snow-clad  mountains.  There  was  no 
use  in  complaining  about  it.  The  season  was  in  full  swing,  the 
Hotel  was  as  full  as  it  could  hold.  This  year  at  least  the  view 
would  not  be  spoiled.  Meanwhile  the  work  went  on  rapidly. 
Every  evening  saw  the  ugly,  dead  wall  with  its  narrow  lights 
rise  so  many  feet  higher.  The  men  even  worked  for  half  a  day 
on  Sunday,  so  eager  was  their  employer  to  hurry  on  the  build- 
ing. One  day  Adele  was  on  the  terrace  talking  to  a  friend, 
when  she  noticed  a  dark,  middle-aged  man  staring  fixedly  at  her 
from  the  next  enclosure.  "How  that  man  stares,"  said  she. 
"I  suppose  he  is  the  builder  of  the  wine  store.  Isn't  it  a  pity? 
I  am  afraid  it  will  ruin  our  Hotel. ' ' 

' '  I  don 't  believe  it  will  make  any  difference, ' '  said  her  com- 
panion. "The  scenery  is  very  well  as  an  extra,  but  comfort  is 
what  people  look  for  most,  and  comfort  is  sure  to  be  in  any 
house  over  which  your  parents  preside.  Look,  a  young  lady 
has  just  joined  your  admirer.  His  daughter,  I  suppose,  she  is 
so  like  him." 

"Yes,  isn't  she  handsome?" 

"Not  to  my  taste.  She  is  as  dark  as  a  gypsy,  but  the 
luncheon  bell  is  ringing ;  let  us  go  in  and  tell  your  mother  about 
the  strangers." 

Mrs.  Constant  was  in  the  office  when  the  young  people  told 
their  story.  She  started  when  her  daughter  described  the 
stranger,     "Can  it  be?"  she  murmured. 

"Can  what  be?"  asked  her  husband,  who  had  just  come  in. 
"If  you  are  talking  of  the  builder  at  that  obnoxious  wine  store, 
I  can  tell  you  that  he  is  none  other  than  our  old  friend  Tito 
Rossi,  who  has  returned  from  America  a  rich  man.  He  had  a 
gambling  saloon  in  a  mining  district  out  west.  He  made  a  lot 
of  money  there,  then  he  bought  land  and  "struck  oil"  (as 
they  say)  and  now  he  is  quite  a  millionaire." 

That  night,  after  their  children  had  retired,  Madeline  laid 
her  head  on  her  husband's  shoulder.  "Oh  Pierre!"  said  she, 
"Ours  has  been  such  a  happy  life,  and  now  this  man  comes 
to  spoil  all.  I  hope  he  won't  make  any  more  attempts  on  your 
life." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  83 

''Hush  dear,  someone  mig'ht  hear  you.  There  is  no  fear  of 
anything  of  that  kind.  For  his  own,  and  his  daughter's  sake, 
he  will  be  careful.  Still,  an  enemy  with  unlimited  command  of 
money  may  injure  us  in  many  ways.  I  am  glad  the  elder  boys 
are  away.  I  hear  he  has  bought  a  handsome  house  at  Geneva, 
and  I  daresay  that  when  this  wine  store  is  finished  he  wont 
often  come  to  this  place,  where  he  was  so  unpopular." 

Father  Bosson  was  greatly  grieved  when  he  heard  that  the 
builder  of  the  wine  store  was  his  old  pupil,  Tito  Rossi.  Feeble 
as  he  was,  he  sought  him  out,  and  spoke  to  him  on  the  subject. 
"There  are  many  good  building  sites,"  said  he,  "to  be  had  for 
half  the  money." 

"I  know  that,"  replied  Tito,  "but  they  would  not  have 
answered  my  purpose.  I  came  to  Europe  to  pay  off  old  scores. 
Pierre  Constant  and  his  wife  (who  by  the  way)  has  grown  quite 
ugly,  and  everyone  else  who  slighted  me  in  the  old  time,  shall 
feel  my  vengeance.  I  hate  them  all  and  I  will  never  rest  until 
I  have  ruined  them." 

"Oh,  Tito  !"  sighed  the  priest,  "you  may  ruin  them,  but  you 
will  bring  worse  ruin  upon  your  own  soul.  If  you  go  on  follow- 
ing the  promptings  of  the  evil  one  you  will  bring  down  the 
vengeance  of  Almighty  God  on  your  own  head." 

"Bah!"  said  Tito.  "I  Tjelieve  neither  in  God  nor  the  evil 
one.  Those  fables  are  very  well  to  frighten  children  into  good 
behaviour;  they  wont  go  down  with  me.  There,  Father,  don't 
look  so  horrified.  You  are  a  good  man,  and  have  been  a  good 
friend  to  me.  If  I  remember  injuries  I  remember  kindness  too, 
and  your  church  wont  be  the  worse  for  one  thousand  or  so  of 
my  money.  Now  come  and  see  Nina ;  she  longs  to  make  your 
acquaintance." 

Nina  Rossi  was  a  clever  girl,  Avell  educated  and  well  read. 
When  Rossi's  wife  left  him  to  go  on  the  stage  their  child  was 
sent  to  a  convent.  There  she  was  brought  up,  and  in  later 
days  she  often  looked  back  with  regret  to  the  peaceful  life 
within  its  quiet  shades.  Her  father,  proud  of  her  beauty, 
loaded  her  with  everything  that  money  could  buy,  but  they 
had  not  an  idea  in  common.    Her  life  was  very  lonely,  and  she 


84  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

longed  for  a  friend  like  the  fair  girl  she  saw  on  the  Hotel  ter- 
race. When  she  mentioned  her  wishes  to  her  father,  he  flew 
into  a  passion,  and  told  her  she  could  never  have  anything  to 
do  with  those  people.  After  that  he  always  left  her  at  Geneva 
when  he  went  to  inspect  the  progress  of  his  vengeance.  He 
was  disappointed  when  he  saw  that  the  visitors  were  as  num- 
erous and  as  merry  as  ever.  What  if,  after  all,  his  building 
did  no  harm  to  the  Hotel !  One  day  when  TitO'  went  as  usual 
to  his  post  of  observation  where  he  could  see  without  being 
seen,  he  noticed  that  the  Hotel  Telescope  had  been  moved  from 
the  balcony  into  which  the  salons  opened,  down  to  the  terrace 
by  the  river.  "That  wont  do,"  said  he,  ''I  must  shut  out  that 
view  too,"  and  going  down,  he  got  upon  the  wall  that  pro- 
tected his  premises  from  the  river.  He  stood  there,  planning 
and  devising,  and  whether  it  was  that  his  foot  slipped  or  his 
head  became  giddy,  no  one  ever  knew,  but  a  woman  sweeping 
her  balcony  on  the  other  side  of  the  river,  saw  him  totter,  and 
with  a  piercing  scream  he  fell  back  into  the  foaming  torrent, 
that  carried  him  out  of  sight  in  a  moment.  The  visitors  at  the 
Hotel  were  dining,  when  they  heard  the  despairing  cry ;  they 
rushed  out,  but  could  see  nothing.  The  woman  was  gesticulat- 
ing and  pointing  to  the  river,  but  the  water  made  such  a  noise 
they  could  not  hear  what  she  said.  Some  of  them  went  round 
to  inquire,  and  she  told  them  that  a  dark  gentleman  was  stand- 
ing on  the  wall,  when  suddenly  he  tottered  and  fell  back  into 
the  river.  Nothing  could  be  done.  No  boat  could  live  in  that 
rapid  current.  A  few  days  later  the  body  was  found  many 
miles  away,  in  a  place  where  the  river  divided  into  two  chan- 
nels. It  was  identified  and  buried  in  the  nearest  cemetery. 
Nina  returned  to  the  convent  in  America,  where  she  lived  as 
a  boarder  for  some  time.  Before  she  left  France  she  made  a 
gift  to  Pierre  Constant  of  the  wine  store,  and  to  Father  Bosson 
a  large  sum  of  money  for  his  church,  entreating  him  to  pray 
for  the  soul  of  the  erring  man  who  with  all  his  faults  she  dearly 
loved,  and  who  had  ever  been  a  good  father  to  her.  So  Tito 
Rossi's  vengeance  recoiled  upon  himself,  but  his  money  in  his 
daughter's  hands  is  a  blessing  to  many. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  85 


At  Sfttfliutinn 

By  Eleanor  Rogers  Cox. 

Joy,  beauty,  awe,  supremest  worship  blending 
In  one  long  breath  of  perfect  ecstasy. 

Song  from  our  hearts  to  God's  own  Heart  ascending 
The  mortal  merged  in  immortality. 

There,  veiled  beneath  the  sacramental  whiteness. 
The  wonder  that  all  wonders  doth  transcend, 

The  Word  that  kindled  chaos  into  brightness. 
Our  Lord,  our  God,  our  Origin,  our  End. 

Light,  light,  a  sea  of  light,  unshored,  supernal. 

Is  all  about  our  finite  heing  spread. 
Deep,  soundless  waves  of  harmonies  eternal 

Their  balm  celestial  on  our  spirits  shed. 
0  Source  of  Life !     0  Fount  of  waters  living ! 

O  Love,  to  whom  all  powers  of  mind  and  soul 
We  give,  and  find  again  within  the  giving, 

Of  Thee  renewed,  made  consecrate  and  whole. 


86  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


History  and    Methods  of  the  Society   of 
St.  Vincent  de  Paul 

By  Irene  C.  BAUi. 
(Continued  from  June  Issue). 

The  first  unit  ,of  organization  is  the  Conference  modeled 
after  the  one  founded  by  the  eight  university  students  in  Paris, 
which  are  established  in  parishes  with  the  consent  of  and  for 
the  assistance  of  the  parish  priest,  who  usually  acts  as  chaplain. 
All  men  are  eligible  to  membership  in  a  Conference,  provided 
they  are  in  a  position  to  contribute  anything,  however  small,  to 
the  Society's  fund,  and  are  so  far  practising  their  religion  that 
they  may  be  expected  to  edify  their  fellow  members  and  be  edi- 
fied by  them. 

Members  are  either  active  or  honorary.  An  active  member 
must  attend  the  weekly  meeting  of  the  Conference  and  visit 
one  poor  family.  Honorary  members  incur  no  obligation  other 
than  the  contribution  of  a  fixed  sum  annually  or  otherwise,  to 
the  Society's  funds.  The  amount  is  optional.  They  are  entitled 
to  attend  all  general  meetings,  retreats  and  other  religious  cere- 
monies.   They  materially  strengthen  the  Society. 

Women  cannot  take  part  in  the  Conference  either  as  active 
or  honorary  members.  Conferences  may  have  charitable  rela- 
tions with  them,  but  they  must  keep  separate  their  government, 
their  resources  and  their  meetings.  By  subscribing  an  annual 
amount,  however  small,  they  can  be  enrolled  as  ''benefac- 
tresses," which  allows  them  the  religious  benefits  of  the  Society. 

There  is  still  another  type  of  member,  the  subscriber.  Such 
a  member  may  be  Catholic  or  non-iCatholic,  male  or  female,  old 
or  young.  He  may  contribute  food,  clothing  or  money.  Through 
this  provision  the  poor  profit  by  the  generosity  of  those  who 
wish  to  bestow  their  alms  upon  the  Conferences,  but  who  by 
reason  of  their  religion  or  sex  cannot  be  admitted  as  members. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  87 

In  the  make-up  of  its  membership  the  Society  is  most  demo- 
cratic. Men  af  all  walks  of  life  are  engaged  in  its  service ; 
the  lawyer,  the  doctor,  the  professional  and  the  business  man, 
daily  may  be  found  working  shoulder  to  shoulder  with  the  poor, 
unlearned  laboring  man,  who  when  his  day's  work  is  done, 
spends  his  evening  going  into  the  homes  of  the  poor,  bringing 
help  and  good  cheer  to  his  less  fortunate  brother. 

The  officers  of  the  Conference  are  the  President,  Vice-Presi- 
dent, Secretary  and  Treasurer,  There  may  be  also,  if  neces- 
sary, a  Librarian  and  a  Keeper  of  the  Clothes-Room. 

If  several  Conferences  are  formed  in  the  same  town,  each 
Conference  takes  the  name  of  the  Parish  in  which  it  has  juris- 
diction. These  Conferences  are  then  united  by  a  Particular 
Council  which  takes  the  name  of  the  town  itself.  This  Council, 
while  letting  the  individuality  of  each  Conference  exist,  never- 
theless combines  the  common  strength  of  them  all  and  gives 
unity  of  direction  in  important  matters. 

The  Particular  Council  is  composed  of  a  President,  Vice- 
President,  Secretary  and  Treasurer  and  all  the  Presidents  and 
Vice-Presidents  of  the  Conferences  forming  the  Council.  It 
takes  charge  of  all  these  works  and  important  measures  which 
interest  all  the  Conferences  of  which  it  is  composed,  and  de- 
cides on  the  disposal  of  the  common  fund.  This  fund  is  main- 
tained by  all  donations  not  made  expressly  to  any  of  the  Con- 
ferences, and  by  the  contributions  which  the  presidents  bring 
to  the  Council  in  the  name  of  their  respective  Conferences,  This 
fund  is  intended  to  meet  the  expenses  of  the  ''Special  Works" 
undertaken  and  to  sustain  the  poorer  Conferences. 

In  a  large  city,  where  there  is  a  great  number  of  Confer- 
ences, there  may  be  more  than  one  Particular  Council,  or  in 
cities  or  tov^^ns  situated  closely  together  there  may  be  several 
Particular  Councils,  These  Councils  are  in  turn  under  a  Cen- 
tral Council,  which  assumes  the  name  of  such  a  city  or  district, 
as  the  Central  Council  of  Monterey  and  Los  Angeles,  the  Cen- 
tral Council  of  Bombay,  Tt  has  jurisdiction  over  all  the  Coun- 
cils or  Conferences  already  established  or  which  may  be  subse- 


88  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.      ' 

quently  formed.  It  maintains  the  spirit  and  unity  of  the  So- 
ciety. It  is  composed  of  the  usual  officers  of  a  body,  together 
with  the  Presidents  of  the  Particular  Councils  and  several  coun- 
cillors chosen  from  the  Presidents  of  the  Conferences  within 
its  jurisdiction. 

There  is  still  another  unit  in  the  organization  of  the  Society 
and  that  is  the  Superior  Council.  In  form  and  jurisdiction  it  is 
similar  to  the  Central  Council  and  common  usage  makes  no 
difference  between  them.  However,  the  Superior  Council, 
strictly  speaking,  unites  the  Conferences  and  Councils  of  an 
entire  country.  Its  particular  function  is  that  of  acting  as  the 
intermediate  body  between  the  Council  General  in  Paris  and 
the  Councils  of  a  country.  The  spread  of  the  Society  to  coun- 
tries outside  of  France  made  such  institution  necessary  because 
of  the  distance,  language  and  local  customs.  To-day  there  are 
Superior  Councils  in  England,  Ireland,  Scotland,  Holland,  Si- 
lesia, Mexico,  Australia,  Canada  and  the  United  States. 

In  some  instances  there  are  Central  Councils  under  the  juris- 
diction of  the  Superior  Council.  Thus  in  Belgium  the  Central 
Councils  of  Brussels,  Antwerp,  Ghent  and  Liege  are  placed  un- 
der the  direction  of  the  Superior  Council  of  Belgium.  In  France 
there  is  no  Superior  Council,  as  the  Council  General  exercises 
the  functions  of  such  a  Council. 

Finally,  the  scheme  of  organization  provides  for  the  estab- 
lishment of  a  Council  General,  which  exercises  jurisdiction  over 
the  entire  Society,  acting  as  a  band  of  unity,  binding  the  mem- 
bers together  and  bringing  the  widely  scattered  branches  into 
one  body,  thus  enabling  it  to  direct  successfully  the  energies 
and  efforts  of  all  the  members  for  the  advancement  of  the 
common  cause.  The  Council-General  is  located  in  Paris, 
France. 

The  plan  of  work  is  simple.  Conferences  met  once  a  week 
at  some  central  point  in  the  parish,  usually  in  the  parish  hall, 
rectory  or  school  building.  At  this  meeting  the  members  make 
reports  of  any  cause  of  distress  that  may  have  come  to  their 
attention  during  the  week,  and  devise  measures  for  giving  re- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  89 

lief.  Relief  in  kind  is  the  general  rule,  but  in  extraordinary- 
cases  a  grant  of  money  is  given.  The  members  receiving  this 
money  must  take  special  care  to  watch  diligently  over  the  use 
made  thereof.  In  either  case  the  visiting  brother  is  expected 
to  give  the  necessary  relief  during  the  week  and  before  the 
next  regular  weekly  meeting.  The  number  of  visits  and  the 
time  of  same  are  left  to  the  discretion  of  the  member  in  charge 
of  the  case.  The  Secretary  keeps  an  account  of  the  families 
visited  and  the  relief  given. 

However,  members  are  alwaj^s  expected  to  give  immediate 
assistance  in  urgent  cases,  without  waiting  to  report  the  case 
at  the  weekly  meeting.  The  .true  Vicentian,  when  an  urgent 
case  is  reported  to  him,  promptly  visits  the  family  or  indivi- 
dual in  need,  and  if  there  is  no  food  or  money  in  the  house,  or 
someone  is  needing  medical  attention,  he  does  not  stop  to  in- 
quire as  to  the  causes  of  this  condition,  but  proceeds  to  re- 
lieve the  material  wants  cf  ^the  family  to  visit  the  family  or 
individual  and  try  to  find  the  cause  of  the  poverty  and  by 
further  assistance  and  good  advice  try,  as  far  as  possible,  to 
aid  the  recipient  to  become  self-supporting.  In  all  the  work 
of  the  Society  it  is  aimed,  if  possible,  to  save  the  self-respect 
of  the  people  receiving  the  assistance,  to  the  end  that  they 
more  readily  become  once  again  useful  members  of  the  com- 
munity. 

The  financial  relief  is  not  all  that  the  visiting  brother  is 
expected  to  extend  to  his  poor.  They  do  not  go  about  as  mere 
relieving  officers  but  go  among  the  poor  as  friends  and  sym- 
pathizers ever  anxious  to  assist  them  with  their  good  advice 
and  often  their  professional  knowledge,  not  to  patronize  but  to 
fraternize.  This  personal  contact  with  the  poor  cannot  do 
otherwise  than  help  lighten  their  heavy  burdens.  Human  na- 
ture craves  sympathy  and  in  many  cases,  more  real  substantial 
good  comes  to  the  poor  from  a  visit  paid  them  in  their  wretched 
homes  and  from  listening  to  the  outpourings  of  their  over- 
burdened hearts,  than  from  giving  any  amount  of  material 
relief. 


90  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

It  is  a  first  principle  of  the  Society  that  neither  race,  color, 
nor  religion  shall  be  considered  in  giving  help,  the  only  ques- 
tion being  the  urgency  of  the  need.  The  Society  co-operates 
with  the  city  and  county  charities  and  all  societies  engaged  in 
the  same  work,  by  directing  any  case  rightfully  belonging  to 
another  organization  to  the  proper  channel  of  relief,  after 
giving  the  case  in  point  first  aid. 

The  Conference  depends,  for  its  support,  upon  the  sub- 
scriptions of  its  own  members,  the  offerings  dropped  in  the 
poor  box  placed  in  the  vestibule  of  the  Church,  and  donations 
from  friends.  At  the  close  of  each  meeting  the  Treasurer  takes 
up  a  secret  collection  to  which  each  member  contributes  an 
offering  proportional  to  his  means.  Those  who  have  only  a 
little  to  give  are  as  welcome  as  those  of  greater  means,  be- 
cause they  can  give,  as  did  Ozanam  and  his  fellow-students, 
personal  service  for  the  help  and  guidance  of  the  poor. 

There  are  no  paid  officers.  All  members  give  their  service 
free  in  visiting  the  poor  and  sick,  and  helping  in  relief  work, 
trusting  for  their  reward  to  the  "spiritual  consolation  that 
ever  comes  from  assisting  the  poor."  As  there  are  no  rents 
for  meeting  purposes,  the  whole  income  goes  to  the  poor. 

In  the  Rules  of  the  Society  adopted  by  the  founders,  the 
deep  spirit  of  religion,  the  words  and  examples  of  Christ  and 
the  instructions  of  the  Church  entered  into  them.  The  first 
act,  after  organizing,  was  to  place  the  Conference  under  the 
protection  of  the  Immaculate  Mary  and  the  patronage  of  St. 
Vincent  de  Paul,  The  originators  were  convinced  that  if  the 
work  was  to  be  carried  on  effectively  it  should  be  conducted, 
not  in  response  to  natural  impulse,  but  solely  with  the  inten- 
tion of  pleasing  Almighty  God.  In  order  that  the  members 
might  never  depart  from  the  original  purpose  of  the  Society, 
in  the  make-up  of  the  Rules,  there  was  imposed  the  obligation 
of  opening  and  closing  all  meetings  of  the  Conference  with 
prayer.  In  addition,  the  rules  provided  for  the  reading  of 
pious  books  at  all  Vicentian  meetings. 

During  the  earliest  years  of  its  existence  the  work  of  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  91 

Society  had  been  instrumental  in  accomplishing  so  much  good 
that  it  received  the  unqualified  approval  of  the  Pope,  who  rich- 
ly endowed  it  with  spiritual  privileges.  Each  succeeding  Pon- 
tiff has  confirmed  the  decrees  of  his  predecessor  and  in  some 
instances  has  added  to  them.  Once  each  year  a  report  of  the 
work  accomplished  by  the  Society  throughout  the  entire  world 
is  presented  to  the  Pope  by  the  President-General. 

The  Particular  Council  combines  the  common  strength  of 
all  its  Conferences  by  attending  to  those  works,  and  important 
measures  which  interest  all  its  Conferences.  By  this  plan  the 
Conference  cares  for  the  immediate  and  personal  relief  of  the 
poor,  and  the  Council  Avorks  out  plans  for  the  general  welfare 
and  comfort  of  the  poor — as  the  protection  of  Catholic  chil- 
dren before  the  Juvenile  Court,  the  establishing  of  "Fresh 
Air  Camps,"  etc. 

The  Central  Council  acts  as  a  clearing  house  to  the  local 
Conference.  It  receives  and  supervises  the  reports  of  parish 
Conferences,  meets  and  co-operates  with  other  charitable  so- 
cieties and  institutions  in  the  city  and  country,  and  takes  care 
of  any  cases  which  do  not  properly  come  under  the  jurisdiction 
of  the  local  Conferences.    It  is  an  incorporated  body. 

General  meetings,  at  which  many  Conferences  of  the  same 
town  or  of  several  towns  under  the  direction  of  the  Particular 
or  Central  Councils  assemble,  are  held  four  times  a  year,  on 
stated  days.  The  purpose  of  these  meetings  is  to  revive  zeal, 
to  interest  the  honorary  and  subscribing  members  in  the  work 
sustained  by  their  co-operation.  They  afford  an  opportunity 
to  address  them  in  regard  to  the  poor  and  to  obtain  for  the 
poor  more  powerful  asisstance.  They  form,  too,  for  the  active 
members  an  occasion  for  reviewing  the  whole  of  their  works 
and  of  seeing  how  they  could  be  improved.  In  towns  where 
there  are  many  Conferences  they  are  necessary  in  order  to  keep 
up  mutual  relations.  These  meetings,  like  the  Conferences,  opn 
with  prayer  and  pious  reading. 

Ozanam's  noble  motto  that  "no  good  work  is  foreign  to  the 
Society,"  has  given     the  Society  of  St.  Vincent  de  Paul  the 


92  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

widest  latitude  in  the  selection  of  the  works  in  which  its  mem- 
bers may  engage,  until  to-day  there  is  scarcely  any  conceivable 
form  of  charitable  endeavor  in  which  the  Society  is  not  en- 
gaged. 

In  accordance  with  its  holy  Patron's  solicitude  for  boys,  the 
Society  has  always  been  interested  in  this  work,  forming  clubs 
for  them,  instructing  them  in  their  religion  and  helping  them 
find  situations  on  leaving  school.  In  England  the  "George 
Blount  Home  for  Working  Boys"  was  founded  in  1899,  as  a 
memorial  to  George  Blount,  president  of  the  Society  in  London 
for  forty-seven  years.  He  was  particularly  interested  in  the 
working  boy  and  did  much  for  him  under  the  special  work 
of  "Patronage  for  Boys."  This  home  is  situated  in  London 
and  has  accommodation  for  twenty  boys  between  fourteen  and 
eighteen  years,  who  are  either  orphans  or  whose  homes  are  ob- 
jectionable, and  who  have  daily  employment. 

In  the  United  States  a  great  deal  is  being  done  for  the 
young  boy.  The  St.  Vincent  de  Paul  Newsboys'  Lodging 
House,  established  in  New  York  many  years  ago,  was  one  of 
the  first  steps  along  this  line.  Under  the  direction  of  Eev. 
Father  Drumgoole  it  was  the  beginning  of  the  Mission  of  the 
Immaculate  Virgin,  which  shelters  to-day  over  twenty-five  hun- 
dred children  in  its  Houses.  To-day  New  York  and  Brooklyn 
have  several  St.  Vincent  de  Paul  Homes  for  boys,  which  are 
largely  supported  by  the  Conferences. 

In  New  York  City  an  Ozanam  Association  has  been  formed 
under  the  supervision  of  the  Particular  Council  of  that  city, 
to  assist  in  the  moral  and  material  welfare  of  the  poor  boys 
of  the  city.  It  conducts  seven  clubs  or  recreation  centres;  six 
of  these  are  located  in  Manhattan  in  the  densely  populated 
tenement  districts,  and  one  in  the  Bronx.  They  eontain  shower 
baths,  open-air  gymnasiums  and  reading  rooms.  The  purposes 
of  these  clubs  is  to  instil  into  the  young  habits  which  will 
bring  about  a  healthy  mind  and  body.  Here  a  place  of  recrea- 
tion and  amusement  is  offered  more  attractive  than  the  streets, 
and  in  every  way  the  boy  is  made  to  feel  that  he  is  in  the 
hands  of  friends  anxious  to  help  him. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  93 

In  New  York,  Baltimore  and  Washington,  Vincentians  have 
organized  placing-out  bureaus  for  the  purpose  of  securing 
homes  for  destitute,  abandoned  or  neglected  children.  The 
New  York  bureau  has  been  signally  snccessful  in  this  respect, 
for  during  the  twelve  years  it  has  been  in  operation  three 
thousand  little  ones  have  been  taken  from  institutions  and 
placed  in  foster  homes,  where  they  found  a  mother's  love. 
Many  of  these  little  ones  eventually  are  legally  adopted  into  the 
families  taking  them. 

Another  good  work  which  the  Society  is  carrying  on  is  that 
which  it  is  doing  in  the  Juvenile  Court.  In  Boston,  St.  Louis, 
New  York,  Los  Angeles  and  many  other  large  cities,  the  Central 
Council  maintains  an  attendant  in  the  Juvenile  Court  to  look 
after  the  interests  of  the  young  Catholics  who  appear  there. 
In  Philadelphia  a  "Prevention  and  After^Care"  Committee 
has  been  formed  in  the  Particular  Council  which  takes  charge 
of  this  work.  They  aid  the  persions  released  on  parole  and  pro- 
bation by  guarding  them  against  evil  associations,  seeing  that 
they  attend  their  religious  duties  and  oftentimes  securing  em- 
ployment for  them.  There  is  need  of  hearty  co-operation  with 
probation  officers  in  the  supervision  of  their  work  and  the  So- 
ciety is  aiding  in  this  work. 

The  work  of  securing  for  the  children  of  crowded  sections 
of  the  large  cities  some  country  life  and  experience,  has  taken 
on  great  proportions.  Such  work  was  commenced  in  New 
York  in  1849,  but  organized  efforts  date  from  1874.  The  first 
home  for  this  purpose  was  built  at  Coney  Island  by  a  Brooklyn 
charitable  society.  As  our  cities  have  grown  larger  this  work 
has  assumed  great  importance,  until  to-day  all  charitable 
associations  provide  some  means  of  giving  poor  children  an 
outing  in  the  country.  The  Society  of  St.  Vincent  de  Paul  has 
been  foremost  in  this  work. 

The  New  York  Conferences  have  a  home  at  Spring  Valley, 
where  during  1915  over  twenty-one  hundred  children  were 
afforded  vacations  in  the  country.  The  Particular  Council  of 
Brooklyn  supports  a  home  at  Freeport,  where  over  a  thousand 


94  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

children  enjoy  summer  outings  each  year.  Another  home  is 
conducted  by  the  Particular  Council  of  Jersey  Oity,  N.J.,  at 
Butler,  where  a  ten-day  vacation  is  given  to  about  four  hun- 
dred women  and  children.  'In  Boston  this  idea  is  carried  one 
step  further  by  providing  an  opportunity  at  the  Archbishop 
Williams  Memorial  at  Framingham  for  rest  and  recuperation 
from  October  to  June,  to  mothers  and  girls  who  are  tired  out 
or  who  are  convelescing  from  sickness.  It  also  provides  a 
vacation  of  two  weeks  each  during  the  summer  months  to 
anaemic  children  between  the  ages  of  eight  and  twelve.  This 
memorial  is  maintained  in  part  by  the  proceeds  of  the  sale  of 
old  newspapers  and  magazines. 

A  great  amount  of  good  is  done  by  the  Visiting  Committees, 
who  assume  the  duties  of  visiting  the  County  Hospitals,  Homes 
for  Incurables,  Asylums  and  like  institutions  each  Sunday. 
Good  literature,  tobacco,  candy  and  religious  articles  are  dis- 
tributed. They  go  from  bed  to  bed,  cheering  them  or  perhaps 
writing  a  letter  for  them  and  oftentimes  instructing  them  in 
preparation  for  the  reception  of  the  Sacraments.  Even  the 
prisoner  is  not  forgotten  by  these  earnest  disciples  of  St.  Vin- 
cent de  Paul.  Committees  go  to  the  jails,  prisons  and  peniten- 
tiaries, and  try  to  bring  a  little  sunshine  into  the  lives  of  the 
discouraged  inmates.  In  connection  with  this  work  it  is  in- 
teresting to  note  that  the  Particular  Council  of  "Washington, 
D.C.,  has  established  ''The  Home  of  the  Good  Samaritan,"  to 
give  shelter  to  discharged  prisoners  and  homeless  men. 

The  full  measure  of  the  good  which  has  been  and  is  being 
accomplished  by  the  unpretentious  working  of  this  great  So- 
ciety is  known  only  to  God.  It  is  beyond  the  scope  of  an  arti- 
cle of  the  character  of  this  one  to  more  than  mention  a  very 
few  of  its  many  endeavors. 

The  average  member  of  the  Society  of  St.  Vincent  de  Paul 
is  without  sociological  training  and  must  make  his  visits  after 
completing  his  day's  work.  Though  the  past  history  of  the 
Society  shows  that  this  kind  of  a  member  has  accomplished  a 
great  deal,  still  he  can  learn  from  scientific  philanthropy  how 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  95 

to  make  his  efforts  more  efficient.  In  many  places  they  are 
adopting  newer  and  laetter  methods,  such  as  hiring  trained 
nurses  who  visit,  investigate,  keep  records  and  extend  practical 
help  to  worthy  applicants  for  assistance.  The  Society  of  St. 
Vincent  de  Paul  needs  more  men,  devoted  and  high-minded,  and 
more  specialists  who  can  devote  their  time  exclusively  to  the 
objects  of  the  Society.  The  members  should  co-operate  in 
studying  social  conditions,  and  from  their  close  contact  with 
the  results  of  poverty  they  can  assist  in  all  campaigns  for  social 
betterment  by  fostering  preventive  methods,  as  to-day  it  is  an 
accepted  fact  that  the  study,  discovery  and  application  of  pre- 
ventive methods,  rather  than  the  mere  administration  of  tem- 
porary material  relief,  are  more  efficient,  more  lasting  and  far- 
reaching  in  their  results.  Prevention  has  come  to  be  the  watch- 
word and  battle  cry  adopted  by  all  modern  charity  workers, 
and  so,  too,  shall  it  be  the  means  by  which  the  Society  of  St. 
Vincent  de  Paul  shall  grow  and  broaden  each  year,  until  finally 
the  work  which  Frederic  Ozanam  so  simply  started,  will  have 
provided  everywhere  a  simple  and  easily  adopted  means  of 
making  lay  work  efficient  for  practical  social  helpfulness,  in  a 
truly  Catholic  spirit,  and  with  the  fullest  sanction  of  the 
Church. 

By  J.  Corson  Miller. 

Wealth  hung  a  wreath  of  roses  'round  my  brow, 
And  said  "For   certain  thou   art  happy  now; 
In  all  this  world  to  thee  is  naught  denied." 
''Excepting  Love,"  I  answered  him,  and  sighed; 
For  I  was  sad. 

Love  placed  a  crown  of  thorns  upon  my  head : 
"Thou  must  go  down,  ev'en  unto  Death,"  he  said; 
"Hast  thou  the  soul  to  meet  the  stern  emprise? 
Lead  on!"     I  begged  of  him  Avith  kindling  eyes; 
For  I  was  glad. 


96  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Officers  of  the  St.  Joseph's  College 
Alumnae  Association 


1919-1920 


Honorary  Patron — The  Very  Rev.  W.  R.  Harris.  D.D.,  LL.D. 

Spiritual  Director— The  Rev.  E.  Murray,  C.S.B. 

Honorary  President — The  Reverend  Mother  Superior  of  the 
Community  of  St.  Joseph. 

President — Mrs.  J,  E,  Day. 

Vice-Presidents — Miss  M,  L.  Hart,  Miss  Ina  Larkin,  Mrs. 
Paul  0 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  T.  F.  McMahon,  Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde. 

Counsellors — Mrs.  J.  A.  Thompson,  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy, 
Misses  Nellie  Kennedy,  and  Mary  McGrath. 

Treasurer — Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse. 

Recording  Secretary — Mrs.  C.  F.  Riley. 

City  Correspondence  Secretary — Miss  Edna  Mulqueen. 

Out-of-Town  Correspondence  Secretary — Miss  Cecil  Healy. 

Press  Secretary — Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron. 

Historians — Mrs.  Fred  0  'Connor,  Mrs.  F.  P.  Brazil. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  97 


Alumnae    Items 


Be  patriotic  to  your  Alumnae !  Of  late  we  have  heard  so 
much  of  patriotism,  which  does  not  altogether  mean  the  dis- 
playing of  the  flag, — avowing  unlimited  love  for  one's  country, 
— but  a  willingness  to  give.  At  this  particular  time  the  com- 
mencement of  the  ninth  year,  members  should  be  patriotic  to 
their  Alma  Mater.  The  Alumnae  has  no  means  of  support 
other  than  the  payment  by  members  of  their  annual  fee  of  one 
dollar.    The  Treasurer,  Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse,  will  be  glad  to 

hear  from  you. 

•  «     «     « 

We  hear  Mrs.  Lovell  J.  Mickles,  Montreal,  is  Vice-Regent  of 
the  Wolfe  and  Montcalf  Chapter  of  the  I.O.D.E. 

•  •     •     • 

The  Federated  Society  of  Christian  Moothers  has  com- 
menced another  year,  the  past  being  the  most  successful  in  its 
short  history.  Its  expansion  has  been  great,  with  a  membership 
of  three  thousand.  The  Presidency  has  again  been  given  to 
Mrs.  Ambrose   J.   Small,   with  the   assistance   of  Mrs.   J.   A. 

Thompson  and  Mrs.  James  McCarron  as  counsellors. 

•  •     •     • 

May  5. — Miss  M.  L.  Hart  helped  very  successfully  in  the 
arrangement  of  the  delightful  programme  given  at  the  first 
monthly  tea  and  musicale  of  the  Toronto  Local  Council  of 
Women.  It  is  gratifying  to  note  the  untiring  efforts  of  Miss 
Hart  in  all  social  and  charitable  activities.  Her  interest  in  the 
rebuilding  of  a  devastated  parish  in  France  is  commendable 

to  the  extreme. 

•  •     •     • 

June  6. — Convocation  evening  St.  Joseph's  College  and  Lor- 
etto  Alumnae  enjoyed  a  most  pleasant  function  in  the  Auditor- 
ium of  Loretto  Abbey,  Brunswick  Ave.,  when  Mr.    Frank  J. 


98  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Hughes  introduced  Mrs.  Aline  Kilmer,  widow  of  Sergeant  Joyce 
Kilmer,  the  soldier  poet,  who  was  killed  in  action  near  Ourcq, 
July  30,  1918,  when  the  world  lost  one  of  its  most  promising 
Catholic  poets.  Mrs.  Kilmer  chose  for  her  subject,  "Personali- 
ties of  Women  Poets  of  the  United  States."  Her  own  poems, 
particularly  "Deborah,"  to  her  little  daughter,  were  most  in- 
teresting, and  got  the  greater  share  of  appreciation.  "There 
is  a  wide  humanity,  a  Christian  sympathy,  about  her  lines,  that 
touches  every  heart." 

"Deborah,  dear,  when  you  are  old, 
Tired  and  gray  with  pallid  brow, 
Where  will  you  put  the  blue  and  gold 
And  radiant  rose  that  tints  you  now? 

"You  are  so  gay,  so  fair,  so  sweet! 
How  can  I  bear  to  watch  you  grow. 
Knowing  that  soon  these  twinkling  feet 
Must  go  the  way  all  children  go? 

"Deborah,  put  the  blue  and  gold. 
And  rosy  beauty  that  is  you. 
Into  your  heart,  that  it  may  hold 

Beauty  to  last  your  whole  life  through. 

"Then  though  the  world  be  tossed  and  torn, 
Grayer  than  ashes  and  as  sad, 
Though  fate  may  make  your  ways  forlorn, 
Deborah,  dear,  you  shall  be  glad. 
Mrs.  Kilmer  was  the  guest  of  the  Ladies  of  Loretto  during 
her  week-end  visit  to  Toronto. 


June  13. — Mrs.  James  E.  Day's  tea  party  at  the  Lakeview 
Country  Club  to  the  graduates  of  St.  Joseph's  College  was  a 
delightful  affair,  when  the  Executive  of  the  Alumnae  and  a 
few  friends  drove  out  to  meet  the  young  ladies  personally. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  99 

Quantities  of  peonies  and  iris  decorated  the  tea  table  and  club 
rooms.  Mrs.  Emily  0 'Sullivan  and  Mrs.  A.  J.  Gough  poured, 
assisted  by  Mrs.  Stafford  Higgins,  Misses  Blanid  Leonard, 
Lilian  Gough,  Mary  Lang  (Kitchener),  and  Mary  Walsh  (Mon- 
treal). In  the  lull  between  the  showers  of  congratulations  be- 
stowed on  the  honored  young  ladies,  and  after  tea,  came  the 
sweet  voice  of  Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde,  who  gave  a  dear  old  selection. 
Miss  Anna  Lawlor  Moloney,  the  valedictorian,  recited  "Little 
Batiste."  Others  present  were  Mrs.  T.  J.  Day  (Guelph),  Mrs. 
G.  H.  C.  Lang  (Kitchener),  Mrs.  Ambrose  J,  Small,  Mrs.  J.  A. 
Thompson,  Mrs.  C.  F.  Riley,  Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse,  Mrs.  Paul 
0 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron,  Mrs.  T.  F.  McMahon,  Mrs. 
F.  P.  Brazil,  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy,  Mrs.  F.  J.  McMullen,  Mrs. 
Fred.  Temple,  Miss  M.  Gough,  Miss  Benning  and  Mrs.  Heney 
(Arnprior). 

*  *     *     * 

With  the  coming  of  the  extremely  warm  weather  thoughts 
turned  yearningly  to  leisure  in  the  country  or  summer  resort. 
Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse  tripped  off  to  Bayfield,  Lake  Huron; 
Mrs.  A.  J.  McDonagh  to  the  farm;  Mrs.  Fred.  O'Connor  and 
Helen  to  Brockville ;  Misses  J.  Gillooly,  and  M.  McGrath  to 
Buffalo;  Mrs.  James  E.  Day  to  Camp  L'Nid,  Bay  of  Quinte; 
Mrs.  T.  F.  McMahon  and  Dorothy  to  WaWa,  Lake  of  Bays; 
Mrs.  John  McBride  to  Bolton ;  Miss  Ruth  Warde  to  Colorado  to 
spend  a  month  with  her  sister,  Miss  Norah  Warde ;  Mrs.  W.  J. 
Hohlstein,  Mrs.  H.  Phelan,  and  Mrs.  Emily  0 'Sullivan,  motored 
to  Cliff  Haven ;  Miss  P.  McBride  to  Caesarea ;  Miss  M.  Morrow 

to  New  York,  and  Mrs.  George  R.  Griffin  to  Muskoka. 

*  *     #     * 

Congratulations  to  Miss  Eileen  McDonagh,  who  obtained 
her  first  year  dentistry.  The  Freshettes  surprised  Eileen  with 
a  bouquet  of  Killarney  roses  on  her  birthday, — a  lovely  spirit 
of  eongenality  shown  the  only  Catholic  student. 

*  •     •     « 

Miss  Lucy  Ashbrook  of  Washington,  Pa.,  one  of  St.  Joseph's 
recent  graduates,  received  the  habit  of  the  Sisters  of  the  Good 


100  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Shepherd,  Wheeling,  W.  Va.,  a  few  months  ago.     Miss  Ash- 
brook,  whose  name  in  religion  is  Sister  Margaret  Mary,  is  a 

niece  of  our  esteemed  Alumnae,  Mrs.  G.  R.  Griffin. 

***** 

At  the  twenty-first  anniversary  luncheon  party  of  the  Lor- 
etto  Alumnae  Association  at  the  King  Edward  Hotel,  May 
31,  Mrs.  James  E.  Day,  the  only  invited  guest,  responded  to  the 
toast  of  "Sister  Alumnae."  She  nicely  expressed  the  senti- 
ments of  St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae,  and  very  appropriately 
assumed  the  attitude  of  the  little  girl  at  the  big  sister's  party. 
Congratulations !  We  wish  Loretto  many  more  pleasant  func- 
tions. 

•  *     *     * 

"Death  hath  all  seasons  for  his  own." 

The  Alumnae  offers  heartfelt  condolence  with  prayers,  to 
Rev.  Mother  Alberta,  in  the  death  of  her  beloved  mother;  to 
the  Misses  G.  and  M.  Cleghorn  in  the  death  of  their  dear  mo- 
ther; to  Miss  Julia  O'Connor  in  the  death  of  her  sister-in-law, 
Mrs.  Charles  O'Connor;  to  Mrs.  T.  Coleman  (Jessie  McGregor), 
in  the  death  of  her  brother,  who  was  accidentally  killed  in 
London,  Eng.,  a  few  weeks  previous  to  his  expected  return, 
after  four  years'  gallant  service  overseas. 

*  *     «     * 

June  19. — The  following  letter  came  to  Mrs.  Thomas  Mc- 
Carron  from  Rev.  W.  J.  Kelly,  Canadian  Chaplain,  Milan,  Italy. 
May  21,  1919.  "I  have  intended  writing  you  for  some  time 
past,  but  the  fact  that  I  have  changed  twice  since  the  beginning 
of  March,  has  prevented  me  giving  the  attention  to  corres- 
pondence that  I  should  have.  You  will  be  surprised  to  learn 
that  it  was  only  in  March  that  I  received  your  letter  written 
on  October  23rd.  Needless  to  say,  the  Xmas  gift  of  St.  Joseph's 
College  Alumnae  failed  to  reach  me.  However,  though  it  is 
late  in  the  day,  I  wish  you  to  thank  the  good  ladies  very  sin- 
cerely for  me.  I  appreciate  very  much  their  extreme  kindness 
in  remembering  me,  and  1  must  say  I  was  disappointed  when 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  101 

I  learned  that  their  Christmas  parcel  had  gone  astray;  for 
knowing  the  work  of  the  Alumnae,  as  I  do,  I  knew  that  their 
Christmas  box  must  have  been  a  handsome  one.  Nevertheless, 
I  am  sure  their  painstaking  labor  has  not  been  in  vain,  for  it  is 
the  custom  to  distribute  these  boxes  (when  address  is  not 
known)  to  soldiers  in  the  camp,  I  am  particularly  sorry  that 
Father  Hart's  box  did  not  reach  me,  for  I  could  very  easily  have 
sent  it  to  him.  I  see  he  has  returned  and  has  been  in  Toronto. 
That  will  be  a  great  consolation  to  Miss  Hart,  and  it  must  be 
a  source  of  gratification  to  her  that  he  distinguished  himself 
so  nobly  in  the  hard  fighting  of  the  Argonne.  Kindly  remem- 
ber me  to  Miss  Hart,  and  the  members  of  St.  Joseph's  College 
Alumnae,  and  thank  them  very  sincerely  for  me.  I  will  remem- 
ber them  often  at  Holy  Mass  and  especially  when  I  offer  up  the 
Holy  Sacrifice,  as  I  expect,  at  the  tomb  of  St.  Peter  this  week, 
I  had  the  great  privilege  of  saying  Mass  this  morning  at  the 
tomb  of  St.  Charles  Borromeo  in  the  Cathedral  of  Milan.  With 
kindest  regards  to  Tom  and  all  the  McCarron  family,  sincere- 

ly." 

Mrs.  McCarron  well  remeraibers  her  visit  to  the  Cathe- 
dral in  Milan,  and  at  that  time  her  diary  contained  the  follow- 
ing lines:  "The  building  is  composed  of  white  marble,  the 
architecture  entirely  Gothic,  with  the  exception  of  the  front — 
it  is  in  the  shape  of  a  Latin  Cross — 486  feet  long  and  288  feet 
across.  The  smallest  detail  is  well  worthy  of  attention,  and  it 
would  take  years  to  be  fully  satisfied  in  seeing  all.  Almost  three 
thousand  statues  decorate  the  interior  and  exterior  of  the  tem- 
ple. The  pavement  or  floor  is  laid  in  mosaic,  composed  of  differ- 
ent colors.  The  windows,  500  years  old,  are  superb  in  color ;  con- 
fessionals beautifully  carved.  In  front  of  the  High  Altar  is  an 
opening  surrounded  by  brass  railing  which  gives  light  to  the 
sepulchral  chapel  beneath  of  St,  Charles  Borromeo,  whose  re- 
mains are  to  be  seen  clothed  in  his  ecclesiastical  vestments.  The 
walls  are  lined  with  finest  marbles ;  the  ceiling  is  round,  adorn- 
ed with  eight  massive  silver-brass  relievos,  which  record  the 
most  remarkable  events  in  the  life  of  the  Saint,  and  eight  busts 


102  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

also  of  massive  silver  represent  his  virtues.  A  most  magnifi- 
cent cross  of  emeralds  and  diamonds  hangs  in  the  middle  of  this 
little  shrine,  the  gift  of  Empress  Maria  Theresa;  in  fact,  the 
whole  value  of  the  chapel,  including  the  golden  crown,  pas- 
toral staff,  full  of  precious  stones,  statues,  etc.,  is  estimated  at 
$300,000."  [We  trust  that  Rev.  Father  Kelly  will  give  the  read- 
ers of  the  Lilies  a  more  detailed  account  of  his  experiences,  in 

some  future  issue  of  the  magazine.] 

•  •     •     • 

In  connection  Avith  the  many  paragraphs  detailing  Catholic 
and  patriotic  activities  during  the  past  few  years,  it  must  be 
eimphatically  noted  that  the  Avork  and  accomplishments  of  Ca- 
tholic ladies  have  helped  considerably  in  the  success  of  the  work 
of  the  Knights  of  Columbus.  They  have  responded  in  large 
numbers  to  the  voluntary  service  of  waiting  on  the  soldiers  at 
the  Army  Huts  in  King  St.  West,  and  on  June  23  some  hundred 
ladies,  who  had  given  three  months  service,  were  presented 
with  pretty  sterling  silver  bar  pins  with  the  crest  of  the 
Knights  of  Columbus.  As  usual,  St.  Joseph 's  members  were  in 
the  majority,  and  some  who  are  wearing  the  pin  are  Mrs.  B.  L. 

Monkhouse,  Mrs.  F.  Beer,  Miss  M.  Morrow,  Miss  M.  McGrath. 

•  •     •     • 

Through  the  courtesy  of  Miss  Margaret  Duggan  we  publish 
an  extract  from  a  letter  recently  received  from  a  cousin  who 
visualizes  the  ruin  and  devastation  of  P^rance.  "On  March  6th 
A.  L,  and  I  left  the  camp  on  a  three-day  pass,  to  the  city  of 
Rheims.  We  were  gone  seven  days  and  had  a  very  interesting 
trip.  It  was  far  from  a  pleasure  trip.  During  the  seven  days 
we  only  had  our  shoes  off  twice  and  had  to  sleep  any  old 
place,  but  it  was  worth  all  that.  We  arrived  in  Paris  on  the 
morning  of  the  7th,  talked  the  Provo  Marshall  into  giving  us 
twenty-four  hours  in  Paris.  Next  morning  at  11.50  Ave  mounted 
a  tram  bound  for  Rheims  and  way  stations,  the  first  stop  of  in- 
terest being  Chateau  Thierry.  The  town  is  not  destroyed  very 
much,  but  the  surrounding  country  is  all  shot  to  pieces.  From 
Chateau  Thierry  to  Epernay,  the  country  is  one  mass  of  ruins. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  103 

Bridges  are  blown  down,  not  a  small  village  left  standing,  and 
there  are  trenches  as  far  as  the  eye  can  see.  The  railway  en- 
bankment  is  full  of  dug-outs  and  bomb  proofs.  We  changed 
trains  at  Epernay  and  shortly  after  4  p.m.  arrived  in  the  city 
of  Rheims.  I  thought  the  San  Francisco  fire  and  earthquake 
did  some  damage,  but  it  was  nothing  compared  to  the  City  of 
Rheims — hardly  a  building  standing.  I  do  not  think  there  are 
more  than  two  buildings  habitable,  and  one  of  them  is  the  hotel 
near  the  station.  We  stayed  there  the  first  night,  and  our  room 
was  so  full  of  shell  holes  that  we.  might  as  well  have  slept 
out  in  the  open.  There  are  very  few  people  in  the  city;  the 
French  Government  is  building  refuge  shacks  and  trying  to  en- 
courage the  people  to  return.  The  Red  Cross  is  feeding  and 
clothing  the  people  and  have  refitted  what  used  to  be  a  hospital. 
Here  one  can  get  a  meal  which  consists  of  thick  soup  and  a 
dish  of  spaghetti.  The  second  night  of  our  stay  in  the  town 
we  put  in  at  the  Red  Cross  and  were  given  a  couple  of  blankets 
and  a  cot.  The  Cathedral  is  a  ruin.  I  suppose  fhat  some  of  it 
can  be  repaired,  but  fhe  priceless  works  of  art,  such  as  paintings, 
statues,  art  glass,  mosaic  work  and  the  carvings  on  the  walls 
and  entrances  are  all  gone  and  never  will  be  replced.  At  that 
the  building  is  magnificent  in  its  ruin  and  holds  one  in  awe.  It 
is  wonderful  when  one  thinks  how  many  years  it  has  been 
built  and  how  long  it  took  to  complete  it.  There  is  really  no  ex- 
cuse for  the  bom,barding  of  thisi  church.  An  inexperienced  gun- 
ner could  even  miss  it,  as  it  looms  up  on  the  sky  line  like  a  sky- 
scraper. We  hiked  out  of  the  city,  out  into  the  trenches,  and 
saw  many  interesting  things,  among  which  were  a  few  un- 
buried  Germans.  As  far  as  the  eye  can  see  around  Rheims 
are  trenches  stretched  in  a  crescent  shape.  Several  miles  from 
the  city  is  a  low  hill,  and  after  climbing  this,  there  were  more 
trenches  as  far  as  we  could  see.  The  original  Hindenburg  line 
is  only  eight  miles  from  Rheims  and  no  wonder  the  Germans 
thought  it  impregnable.  The  trenches  are  well  made  and  the 
dug-outs  works  of  art;  built  of  concrete  and  railway  rails. 
The  Myalls  of  some  are  ten  feet  thick  and  the  roof  nearlv  fif- 


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teen  feet.  Some  of  the  dug-outs  go  down  into  the  ground  for 
fifty  or  seventy-five  feet  and  are  roomy  enough  to  hold  several 
companies.  Many  were  electric  lighted.  The  French  and 
Germans  both  left  in  such  a  hurry  that  they  left  plenty  equip- 
ment behind  them;  some  of  this  stuff  could  be  used  for  sou- 
venirs, but  it  is  very  bulky^  and  we  would  require  a  five-ton 
truck  to  carry  it  off.  There  are  thousands  of  unexploded  hand 
grenades  in  the  dig-outs,  trenches,  and  out  in  No  Man's  land, 
also  lots  of  machine  gun  bullets,  rifle  bullets  and  shells  of  the 
smaller  trench  pieces,  such  as  mortars,  etc.  The  fields  are  just 
littered  Avith  duds,  as  faulty  shells  are  called.  These  are  still 
dangerous  if  a  ploAV  or  some  such  thing  should  happen  to  strike 
them.  We  remained  in  Rheims  two  days,  and  then  entrained 
for  Verdun.  We  arrived  in  a  little  hill  town  thirty  miles  from 
Verdun  at  8  p.m.  and  stayed  all  night  with  the  K.  C.  secretary. 
In  the  morning  we  got  the  train,  postponed  another  meal  (in 
fact  we  postponed  quite  a  number  on  this  trip)  and  arrived 
in  Verdun  around  11  a.m.  I  thought  the  city  just  visited  was 
badly  wrecked,  but  it  doesn't  hold  a  candle  with  Verdun- — the 
'atter  is  as  fiat  as  a  table.  The  only  thing  that  saved  the  town 
from  being  captured  by  the  Germans  was  the  old  fort,  called 
Fort  Dumont.  One  can  see  that  Verdun  was  really  the  key- 
stone of  the  whole  battle  front,  and  if  the  Germans  had  broken 
through  here,  good-bye  France.  I  take  off  my  "Overseas"  to 
the  French — any  nation  that  went  through  four  years  of  the 
kind  of  hell  that  dropped  on  earth  around  Verdun  deserves 
the  admiration  and  respect  of  the  whole  world.  Verdun  is 
built  on  a  hill,  and  surrounding  the  city  are  larger  hills.  It  is 
really  a  chain  of  underground  rooms,  halls — well,  it  is  a  city 
underground.  This  is  w^here  the  soldiers  lived  and  fought  for 
years.  Everything  in  the  city  is  shot  to  pieces  but  the  old  fort, 
the  walls  of  which  are  still  standing.  We  hiked  over  to  "Dead 
Man's  Hill,"  and  it  certainly  is  not  misnamed." 

•     •     •     • 

At  the  formal  opening  of  St.  Joseph's  College  Museum  Mrs. 
James  E.  Day,  Miss  M.  L.  Hart,  Mrs.  D.  J.  Egan,  Mrs.  F,  P. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  105 

Brazil  and  Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron  represented  the  Alumnae. 
The  A'^ery  Rev.  W.  R.  Harris,  D.D.,  LL.D.,  introduced  Lieut- 
Colonel  Fraser,  M.A.,  LL.B.,  Litt.D.,  F.  S.  A.,  Scott.,  honor- 
ary curator  of  the  Museum,  who  spoke  on  the  purposes  of  the 
new  addition  to  the  College.     His  Grace  Arichbishop  McNeil 

presided. 

•  «     •     • 

From  ' '  The  Republic ' '  of  St.  Louis,  Mo.,  May  30,  we  read : 
'•There  is  already  a  considerable  smattering  of  delegates  to  the 
International  Feleration  of  Catholic  Alumnae  at  the  Hotel 
Statler,  where  the  sessions  will  be  held.  Mrs.  Ambrose  Small, 
of  Toronto,  who  will  be  one  of  the  speakers  of  note  at  the  Con- 
vention, is  a  Canadian,  and  is  at  the  Statler." 

•  *     •     • 

Toronto  Globe,  June  7. — "The  strong  feeling  of  friendship 
existing  between  the  United  States  and  Canada  was  strikingly 
illustrated  at  the  I.F.C.A.  convention,  when  Mrs.  Ambrose 
Small  was  the  central  figure  in  a  delightfully  international 
episode.  Mrs.  Small  addressed  the  several  thousand  present 
on  Canada's  share  in  the  great  war.  At  the  conclusion  the  au- 
dience rose  and  sang  '0  Canada!'  The  Union  Jack  was  then 
unfurled  amid  much  enthusiasm." 

«     *     *     « 

St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae  Association  has  been  honored 
by  the  re-election  cf  Mrs.  James  E.  Day  as  President.  On 
Sunday  afternoon,  June  29th,  the  meeting  took  place  in  the 
new  club  room,  and  in  spite  of  the  strike  in  transportation 
facilities  there  was  a  large  attendance.  Preceding  the  official 
opening  of  the  ninth  annual  meeting,  Mrs,  Day  oflfered  the  fol- 
loAving  prayer  of  the  Association-.  "0  blessed  Saint  Joseph! 
W.i  consecrate  ourselves  to  thy  honor  and  give  ourselves  to  thee 
that  thou  )nayest  always  be  our  Patron  and  Protector,  and 
cur  Guide,  in  the  way  of  salvation.  Obtain  for  us  a  great 
purity  of  heart  and  a  fervent  love  of  the  interior  life.  After 
thy  example  may  we  do  all  our  actions  for  the  greater  glory  of 
God,  in  union  with  the  Divine  Heart  of  Jesus,  and  with  the  Im- 


106  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


maculate  Heart  of  Mary !  And  do  thou,  0  blessed  Saint  Joseph, 
pray  for  us,  that  we  may  share  in  the  peace  and  joy  of  thy  holy 
death !  Amen.  Our  Father,  etc.,  Hail  Mary,  etc.,  and  Glory 
be  to  the  Father,  etc." 

Our  beloved  Honorary  President,  Rev.  Mother  Superior, 
also  presided,  and  in  a  few  well-chosen  words  Mrs,  Day  gra- 
ciously welcomed  the  members  present.  Reports  of  the  various 
officers  were  then  received  and  accepted.  Mrs.  Paul  0 'Sullivan, 
the  Recording  Secretary,  read  the  minutes  of  the  many  interest- 
ing meetings  held  during  the  year,  and  matters  of  importance 
that  had  been  discussed.  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy  also  read  a  de- 
tailed report  of  the  correspondence  which  required  attention, 
and  the  many  notices  sent  to  members.  Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse, 
the  Treasurer,  reported  receipts  amounting  to  over  $700,  with 
a  balance  on  hand  of  $35,  made  up  of  membership  fees  and  en- 
tertainments to  raise  funds.  Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron :  "In  the 
culmination  of  a  prosperous  year  the  press  notices  were  many — 
there  being  sixteen  reading  notices  for  the  Globe,  Mail  and 
Empire,  Telegram,  Star  and  Catholic  Register,  and  twenty-one 
paid  advertisements:  for  the  above  mentioned  papers." 

In  response  to  a  call  from  the  President,  Mrs.  Ambrose 
Small,  the  newly  appointed  trustee  to  the  International  Federa- 
tion of  Catholic  Alumnae,  gave  an  interesting  report  of  the 
recent  meeting  held  in  St.  Louis. 

*     *     *     * 

Something  of  the  activities  of  the  Big  Sister  organization  by 
Miss  M.  L.  Hart :  "In  Toronto  the  movement  began  as  a  sub- 
committee of  the  Toronto  Local  Council  of  Women.  About 
four  years  ago  it  was  formed  into  a  distinct  society  with  a  paid 
secretary  and  several  field  secretaries.  Its  objects  are  to  find 
out  and  care  for  young  girls  who  otherwise  might  get  into  diffi- 
culties because  there  are  none  to  take  a  friendly  interest  in 
them.  The  child  or  young  girl,  who  comes  under  the  protec- 
tion of  the  Big  Sister  is  called  a  little  Sister,  and  it  is  the  duty 
of  the  Big  Sister,  who  volunteers,  to  take  an  interest  in  her,  to 
regard  her  as  she  would  a  little  sister  of  her  own.    This  may 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  107 

mean  to  see  that  she  is  sent  to  school,  or  to  get  employment 
for  her.  It  may  mean  to  invite  her  to  the  holme  of  the  Big  Sis- 
ter occasionally,  to  take  her  to  a  concert  or  the  theatre.  In 
the  case  of  a  Catholic  it  may  mean  to  see  that  she  attends  Mass 
and  the  Sacraments,  that  she  is  placed  in  safe  environment  or  a 
thousand  other  things  that  may  suggest  themselves.  The  ori- 
ginal Big  Sisters  in  Toronto  have  a  new  Girls'  Club  where  ac- 
tivities for  the  Little  Sisters  are  carried  on  from  day  to  day. 
A  particularly  nice  feature  of  the  Club  House  is  that  a  light 
is  left  burning  in  the  window  of  a  prettily  furnished  room 
which  is  set  apart  for  any  girl  who  may  find  herself  on  the 
street  without  a  home.  Whatever  be  the  hour,  a  young  girl 
may  knock  and  be  admitted  without  question,  no  enquiry 
being  made  until  she  has  breakfasted  on  the  morning  following. 
In  March  a  Catholic  branch  of  the  Big  Sisters  was  formed 
with  headquarters  at  80  Bond  Street.  There  are  new  fifty  Big 
Sisters  and  eighty-four  Little  Sisters,  which  means  that 
more  Big  Sisters  are  needed.  It  may  be  said,  however,  that 
this  branch  under  its  able  and  enthusiastic  president.  Miss 
Mary  Power,  has  already  made  wonderful  progress  and  may  be 
expected  to  do  very  fine  work  as  the  days  go  on. 

"Speaking  of  Child  Welfare,  I  want  to  tell  you  of  the 
Avonderful  Child  Welfare  week  held  in  Montreal  a  few  years 
ago,  when  demonstrations  and  lectures  innumerable  regard- 
ing the  things  pertaining  to  child  welfare  were  given,  the  lec- 
tures being  delivered  by  leading  physicians  in  several  tongues. 
Everything  was  free.  All  the  schools  took  part,  and  the  gov- 
ernment, together  with  private  citizens,  supplied  the  money. 
It  is  proposed  to  have  a  similar  week  in  Toronto  in  the  coming 
summer. ' ' 

The  work  of  the  St.  Elizabeth  Association  by  Miss  Margaret 
D.  Kelman:  "Nearly  twelve  years  ago  the  St.  Elizabeth  Vis- 
iting Nurses'  Association  was  founded  by  the  late  Archbishop 
McEvay  for  the  purpose  of  ensuring  skilled  nursing  among  the 
poor,  especially  the  maternity  eases.  The  city  was  then  cov- 
ered by  two  nurses,  but  has  since  been  divided  into  seven  dis- 


103  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

tricts,  each  having  a  graduate  nurse  in  charge.  The  Association 
is  supported  by  fees  collected  from  patients  who  are  able  to 
give  the  nurse  a  small  offering,  from  members  of  the  Associa- 
tion (50  cents  a  month)  collected  by  conveners  in  the  various 
parishes,  and  other  donations.  All  calls  are  responded  to — day 
or  night,  rain  or  shine — w^hether  received  from  doctors,  rela- 
tives, neighbours,  etc.  The  Association  phone  number  is  N. 
889,  and  each  nurse  has  a  private  phone  at  her  place  of  resi- 
dence. Nurses  are  also  provided  with  bags,  containing  drugs, 
dressings,  utensils,  etc.,  necessary  for  work  by  the  Committee 
and  the  supplies  are  kept  at  the  home.  Many  homes  visited 
are  a  surprise  to  the  nurse, — every  thing  prepared  and  scrupul- 
ously clean,  while  others  have  nothing,  and  uneleanliness  and 
disorder  reigns  supreme.  As  sickness  in  some  cases  brings 
real  distress,  we  always  receive  a  quick  and  generous  response 
from  the  St.  Vincent  de  Paul  Society.  The  visiting  nurse, 
while  working,  may  instruct  the  young  mother  how  to  care  for 
herself  and  babe.  She  also  teaches  mothers  and  others  how 
to  make  poultices,  give  baths,  treatments,  prepare  foods,  etc. 
These  instructions  are  very  earnestly  listened  to  and  carefully 
followed.  Much  spiritual  work  may  also  be  done.  Many  a 
babe  would  never  have  been  baptized  and  many  a  soul  would 
have  departed  this  life  without  proper  preparation  to  meet 
Almighty  God,  were  it  not  for  the  St.  Elizabeth  nurse."  Miss 
Kelinan  closed  with  the  words  of  a  reverend  doctor,  "No  work 
of  recent  years  has  done  more  good  from  a  human  and  religious 
standpoint  than  that  carried  on  by  the  St.  Elizabeth  Assccia- 
tion." 

We  give  in  full  the  President's  address  upon  this  occasion: 

"Dear  Reverend  Mother  and  Members  of  the  Alumnae  Associa- 
tion: 
"Tchday  brings  to  a  close  my  term  of  office  as  President  of 
St.  Joseph's  Alumnae  Association,  and  T  should  like  to  touch 
very  briefly  on  some  of  the  more  important  features  of  the 
work  done  by  our  Association  during  the  past  year.    Our  first 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  109 

venture  was  the  Garden  Party  held  last  fall  under  the  splendid 
ecnvenorship  of  our  Vice-President,  Mrs.  M.  Healy,  and  al- 
though unfavorable  weather  converted  the  fete  into  an  indoor 
affair,  we  were  more  than  pleased  by  the  large  sum.  realized. 
With  these  proceeds  we  were  enabled  to  give  considerable  help 
to  the  Knights  of  Columbus'  organization  overseas.  Several 
hundred  pieces  of  altar  linens  were  fcrwarded  for  distribution 
among  the  several  military  chaplains,  and  moreover  the  numer- 
ous letters  received  from  our  soldier  boys,  who  found  among 
their  Christmas  parcels  a  stocking  of  good  things  from  St. 
Jciseph's  Alumnae,  testify  their  keen  appreciation  and  grati- 
tude with  which  our  efforts  to  cheer  were  awarded.  I  feel 
confident  that  our  work  for  the  Belgian  Relief,  for  the  Sale  of 
Victory  Bonds,  and  for  the  different  tag  days,  was  equally 
successful,  and  that  we  have  reason  to  be  proud  of  the  true 
spirit  oif  patriotism  shown  by  our  members.  Those  who  attend- 
ed the  Banquet  held  in  the  College  Reception  Rooms  in  Janu- 
ary can  testify  to  the  very  pleasant  evening  spent,  and  to 
the  cordial  feelings  existing  among  the  Alumnae.  Although 
on  different  occasions  during  the  year  we  were  prevented  from 
carrying  out  our  plans  for  lectures  in  the  College  Auditorium, 
we  were  pleased,  nevertheless,  to  be  able  to  assist  tlie  Loretto 
Alumnae  in  bringing  Mrs.  Aline  Kilmer  to  lecture  in  Toronto 
at  the  combined  Graduation  Exercises  of  the  College  Classes 
of  bc'th  institutions.  Now  that  the  war  is  over  and  demands 
for  patriotic  funds  are  less  frequent,  I  trust  that  the  Executive 
of  next  year  will  do  its  best  to  secure  several  good  speakers 
to  address  both  the  Alumnae  and  the  present  pupils.  Owing 
to  the  generosity  of  our  Honorary  President,  Reverend  Mother 
Superior,  we  have  now  at  our  disposal  this  beautiful  large 
room  in  which  to  hold  our  meetings  and  smaller  gatherings. 
The  proposal  made  some  time  ago  to  furnish  it  as  a  library 
and  reading  room  for  the  members  met  with  such  universal 
approval  that  I  am  sure  each  one  will  do  her  utmost  to  encour- 
age this  work.  If  we  can  manage  to  subscribe  to  the  best  Ca- 
tholic and  secular  current  literary  magazines  and  to  put  these 


110  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

in  the  hands  of  noit  only  all  the  ex-pupils,  but  of  those  now  at- 
tending the  school,  we  shall  be  doing  no  small  work  for  edu- 
cation, and  after  all,  educational  interests  ought  to  be  the 
first  interests  of  an  Alumnae  Association.  I  would  ask  the 
members  to  donate  from  time  to  time  interesting  and  useful 
volumes  of  history,  literature  and  fiction,  and  such  donations, 
along  with  these  which  we  should  be  able  to  procure  with  our 
funds,  will  soon  put  this  section  of  the  College  library  on  a 
firm  basis.  For  the  past  few  years  we  have  been  devoting 
our  time,  energy  and  money  to  patriotic  concerns,  and  doubt- 
less rightly  so,  but  it  is  surely  time  now  for  us  to  display 
our  enthusiasm  in  working  for  Alma  Mater.  St.  Joseph's 
has  given  us  of  its  best.  "What  return  are  we  going  to  make? 
The  primary  motive  in  an  organization  of  this  kind  is  to  bring 
together  the  ex-pupils  of  the  school  and  then  with  co-operation 
and  oneness  of  purpose  to  work,  as  our  motto  so  beautifully 
says,  "Pro  Deo  et  Alma  Mater."  Let  us  endeavor,  then,  to 
keep  this  aim  well  in  our  mind's  eye;  let  us  encourage  tbe 
younger  members  in  our  ranks  and  do  all  we  can  to  train  them 
to  discharge  creditably  their  official  duties  both  in  this  and 
other  organizations  throughout  the  country.  I  see  I  am  going 
beyond  the  limited  time  for  a  short  address  and  there  are  sev- 
eral points  which  must  go  untouched.  The  other  activities  you 
heard  mentioned  in  the  different  yearly  reports,  but  I  cannot 
pass  over  without  a  word  the  splendid  Retreat  preached  in  the 
Convent  Chapel  by  Rev.  John  E.  Burke,  C.S.P.,  during  Passion 
week,  a  few  days  of  recollection  and  spiritual  communing  so 
highly  appreciated  by  the  retreatants,  nor  can  I  close  without 
trying  to  express  my  sincere  gratitude  to  my  able  Executive  and 
to  each  member  of  the  Association  for  the  ready  assistance  and 
support  given  me  in  all  undertakings,  great  and  small.  .  Of 
Reverend  Mother's  kindness  I  need  not  speak,  for  there  is  not 
one  here  present  but  knows  that  to  her  unfailing  interest  in 
our  affairs  and  to  her  kindly  and  gracious  encouragement 
we  owe  our  success  during  the  past  year. 

AMY  A.  DAY,  President. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  Ill 

The  President  in  closing  paid  a  sincere  tribute  to  the  Execu- 
tive for  their  valuable  assistance,  and  a  special  acknowledge- 
ment of  indebtedness  to  Mrs.  Paul  0 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  B.  L.  Monk- 
house,  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy,  and  Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron,  and  to 
Rev.  Mother  Alberta  for  the  cordial  hospitality  she  always 
gave,  which  helped  to  make  all  meetings  a  pleasure  and  a  suc- 
cess. . 

~  Following  the  above,  nominations  to  the  various  offices  were 
presented  by  the  Committee  on  Elections,  and  the  following 
form  the  Executive  for  1919-20 : 

President — Mrs..  James  E.  Day. 

Vice-Presidents — Miss  M.  L.  Hart,  Miss  Ina  Larkin  (St. 
Catharines),  Mrs.  Paul  0 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  T.  F.  McMahon,  Mrs. 
J.  D.  Warde. 

Counsellors — Mrs.  J.  A.  Thompson,  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy, 
Misses  Nellie  Kennedy,  and  Mary  McGrath. 

Treasurer — Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse. 

Recording  Secretary — Mrs.  C.  F.  Riley. 

City  Correspondence  Secretary — Miss  Edna  Mulqueen. 

Out-of-town  Correspondence  Secretary — Miss  Cecil  Healy. 

Press  Secretary — Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron. 

Historians — Mrs.  Fred.  O'Connor,  Mrs.  F.  P.  Brazil.. 

The  business  meeting  closed  with  prayer  after  a  few  con- 
cluding remarks  from  Rev.  Mother  Superior,  on  Education, 
and  the  party  then  adjourned  to  the  large  reception  room, 
where  Mrs.  M.  Healy — social  convener — had  thoughtfully 
planned  a  most  enjoyable  tea;  assisting  were  Mrs.  A.  J.  Mc- 
Donagh  and  the  ladies  of  the  Executive.  And  finally,  at  5  p.m., 
in  the  chapel,  where  the  sanctuary  was  most  exquisitely  de- 
corated. Solemn  Benediction  of  the  Most  Blessed  Sacrament 
was  given  by  Rev.  Father  Sheridan,  C.S.B.,  M.A.  The  ''0  Salu- 
taris"  and  ether  hymns  by  the  Sisters'  choir,  were  beautiful  and 
were  sung  with  reverential  fervour,  and  the  organ  accompani- 
ment throughout  was  magnificently  rendered. 


112  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Mrs.  J.  J.  Sheehan,  St.  Catharines,  and  Mrs.  W.  D.  Barron, 
Brookline,  Mass.,  attended  the  annual  meeting. 

•  •     •     • 

Mrs.  F.  J.  McMullen  played  with  the  ladies  of  Lakeview 
Golf  Club  on  July  4th  at  Brantford,  when  the  latter  was  de- 
feated 5-4.  Congratulations  to  Mrs.  McMullen  in  winning  the 
prize  in  the  kickers'  handicap  on  July  28. 

•  •     •     • 

St.  Jcseph's  College  Alumnae  extends  heartiest  congratu- 
lations to  Rev.  Thomas  F.  Burke,  C.S.P.,  on  his  appointment 
as  Superior-General  of  the  Paulist  Order;  to  Signor  Carboni 
upon  his  honor  from  the  Italian  Bed  Cross,  having  received 
the  Order  of  Signal  Merit  in  recognition  of  his  generous  bene- 
factions to  the  Red  Cross;  to  Colonel  J.  A.  Amyot,  M.B.,  C.M.G., 
who  has  been  appointed  Deputy  Minister  of  the  new  depart- 
ment of  health.  Colonel  Amyot  is  Professor  of  Hygiene  of 
the  University  of  Toronto,  and  director  of  the  Laboratory  of 
the  Provincial  Health  Board.  He  went  overseas  with  his  four 
sons  in  1915  with  No.  4  Canadian  General  Hospital,  University 
of  Toronto.  In  December,  1917,  he  was  mentioned  in  despatches 
and  awarded  the  C.M.G.  in  January,  1918.  For  the  last  period 
of  his  overseas  service  he  was  consultant  in  sanitation  to  the 
Canadian  forces  in  England.  Congratulations  to  Mrs.  P.  Me- 
Garry  (H.  Phillips)  on  the  birth  of  a  daughter  (Mary  Agnes). 

•  •     •     • 

Tuesday,  July  8,  thirteen  hundred  patients  of  various  mili- 
tary hospitals,  were  entertained  at  Scarboro  Beach  Park  by  the 
Knights  of  Columbus.  Three  hundred  motors  were  loaned  for 
conveyance,  and  arrangements  were  made  with  the  authorities 
to  admit  the  guests  to  all  amusements  complimentary.  Mrs. 
Ambrose  J.  Small  figured  conspicuously  with  her  coterie  of 
helpers, — including  members  of  St.  Joseph's  Alumnae, — in  serv- 
ing the  soldiers  at  supper.  The  Alumnae  are  quite  proud  of 
the  interest  and  energy  so  many  members  have  given  to  the 
various  war  activities  and  charities.     Their  help  towards  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  113 

lawn  fete  in  aid  of  Benildus  Hall — the  new  house  of  studies  for 
the  Christian  Brothers — wias  very  beneficial  in  helping  to  raise 
the  handsome  sum  realized. 

•  *     •     • 

■As  a  tribute  to  the  sterling  worth  and  public-spiritedness 
of  Ex-Controller  John  O'Neil,  and  to  commemorate  his  ten 
years  of  faithful  service  to  the  people  of  Toronto,  a  portrait  of 
Mr.  O'Neil  was  presented  to  the  city  at  a  special  meeting  on 
the  afternoon  of  July  11,  by  the  Mayor,  the  members  of  the 
Council,  and  prominent  citizens.  Mrs.  O'Neil  was  presented 
by  Mayor  Church  with  a  bouquet  of  beautiful  roses.  Heaps 
of  good  wishes  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  0  'Neil ! 

•  •     •     • 

St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae  welcome  home  Captain  Rev. 
W.  J.  Kelly,  of  St.  Michael's  Cathedral,  who  returned  July 
11th,  after  two  years  overseas. 

•  •     •     • 

Best  wishes  to  Rev.  J.  E.  Burke,  C.S.P.,  in  the  pulpit  work 
of  the  United  States.  St.  Joseph's  Alumnae  is  sorry  to  have  him 

leave  the  Queen  City. 

•  •     •     • 

It  may  be  interesting  to  read  from  "The  Western  "Watch- 
man" that  after  five  days'  activities  brought  to  a  successful 
end,  the  meeting  of  the  I.F.C.A.,  Mrs.  J.  J.  Sheehan,  New 
York,  and  Miss  Pauline  Boisliniere,  of  St.  Louis,  Mo.,  were 
chosen  respectively  president  and  first  vice-president.  This 
federation  is  made  up  of  the  affiliated  alumnae  societies  of  the 
Catholic  institutions  of  learning, — has  a  membership  of  50,000, 
representing  several  hundred  alumnae  associations  of  Catholic 
women's  colleges,  etc.,  etc.  Cardinal  Gibbons  of  Baltimore,  is 
honorary  president. 

Among  the  features  of  a  purely  social  character  that  were 
arranged  for  the  entertainment  of  the  delegates,  was  the  recep- 
tion on  Friday,  the  opening  night,  which  was  attended  by 
1,000  guests.    The  dinner  at  Hotel  Statler  on  Saturday  was  one 


114  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

of  the  most  pretentious  affairs  of  the  kind  ever  given  in  St. 
Louis.    Plates  were  laid  for  900, 

Sunday,  at  10  a.m.,  the  delegates  attended  Solemn  Pontifical 
Mass  at  the  Oathedral,  Right  Rev.  Thomas  T.  Lillis  celebrant. 
The  sermon  was  preached  by  His  Grace  Archbishop  Glennon, 
who  made  a  strong  plea  for  the  sanctity  of  the  home  and  the 
marriage  relation  to  be  restored  in  the  period  of  reconstruction 
following  the  war.  He  said  he  would  not  make  the  home  the 
woman's  prison,  but  advised  her  to  make  it  the  basis  of  her 
inspiration  for  a  great  work  in  the  world.  The  Archbishop 
declared  that  honor  should  not  only  be  shown  to  the  mothers 
who  had  given  their  sons  to  the  service,  but  to  all  mothers  of 
the  nation,  for  they  had  all  served.  He  spoke  of  the  immense 
amount  of  work  that  all  women  had  done  in  every  department 
of  the  war,  and  said  the  nation  gladly  yields  to  them  the 
acclaim  of  unstinted  praise.  War  is  not  woman 's  work,  he  said, 
but  she  had  been  drawn  into  it  because  her  loved  ones  were 
there.    Woman  is  at  her  best,  he  asserted  in  the  days  of  peace. 

LILIAN  McCARRON. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


115 


Formal  Opening  of  the  St.  Joseph's 
College  Museum 


Just  a  year  ago  the  September  number  of  the  Lilies  gave  a  de- 
tailed account  of  an  address  delivered  before  the  Alumnae  and 
friends  of  th,e  College,  by  Dr.  Alexander  Fraser,  Toronto,  short- 
ly after  it  had  been  decided  that  an  educational  institution  as 
large  as  ours,  ought  to  have  its  own  museum.  On  that  occasion 
Dr.  Fraser  very  graciously  assumed  the  position  of  Honorary 
Curator,  having  already  succeeded  in  obtaining  several  speci- 
mens of  interest  and  value,  as  a  beginning  for  the  new  venture. 

During  the  year  this  enterprise  under  the  skilful  and  pains- 
taking direction  of  one  of  the  Sisters,  has  made  substantial 
progress  so  that  the  formal  opening  of  the  Museum  which  took 
place  in  June  was  an  affair  of  unusual  interest.  The  first  part 
of  the  programme,  presided  over  by  His  Grace,  Archbishop  Mc- 
Neil, consisted  in  a  short  entertainment  tendered  to  Dr.  Fraser 
by  the  pupils  of  the  school.  Besides  instrumental  and  vocal 
selections,  some  of  which  were  old  Scottish  songs — a  compli- 
ment to  Dr.  Fraser 's  nationality,  this  following  appropriate 
address  was  read  by  Miss  Dorothy  Young,  one  of  this  year's 
graduates : 

''The  pupils  of  St.  Joseph's  are  indeed  honoured  to  have 
you  here  this  evening,  and  it  affords  them  a  real  pleasure  to 
have  this  splendid  opportunity  of  offering,  both  in  their  own 
behalf  and  that  of  the  Sisters,  warmest  congratulations  upon 
the  high  distinction  so  lately  conferred  on  you  by  the  University 
of  Toronto.  We  are  confident  that  our  other  distinguished 
guests  of  this  evening  will  agree  with  us  when  we  say  that  the 
University  could  not  have  singled  out  one  more  worthy  of 
such  an  honour  than  is  our  good  friend,  Col.  Fraser,  and  it  is 
gratifying  to  think  that  an  institution  so  capable  of  valuating 
at  a  true  estimate  services  done  to  Canada,  has  shown  due  re- 
cognition and  appreciation  of  Col.  Fraser 's  worth. 


116  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

"When  we  heard  that  Col.  Fraser  had  generously  offered 
to  come  here  this  evening  to  conduct  a  formal  opening  of  our 
College  Museum,  we  realized,  with  great  satisfaction,  that  at 
last  an  opportunity  would  be  afforded  us  of  giving  public  ex- 
pression to  our  sincere  gratitude  for  the  many  courtesies  and 
kindnesses  he  has  done  our  school.  We  appreciate,  dear 
Col.  Fraser,  more  than  we  can  say,  the  encouragement  you  gave 
when  there  was  first  question  of  starting  a  museum,  and  we 
all  know  how,  not  content  with  mere  approval  of  the  under- 
taking, you  were  most  generous  in  giving  and  securing  rare 
specimens  for  us,  until  to-day  we  have  the  nucleus  of  a  museum 
of  which  we  feel  any  college  might  be  proud. 

"We  thank  you  most  sincerely,  dear  friend,  for  all 
your  interest  and  co-operation,  and  we  trust  best  to 
show  our  appreciation  of  your  services  'by  doing  all  in  our 
power  to  further  and  develop  the  work  you  have  helped  us  so 
excellently  to  begin ;  for  as  Longfellow  aptly  writes : 

"  'As  in  a  building — 
Stone  rests  on  stone  and  wanting  the  foundation 
All  would  be  wanting, — so  in  human  life 
Each  action  rests  on  the  foregoing  event 
That  made  it  possible.'  " 

Speeches  were  then  made  by  Rev.  Dean  Harris  and  Rev. 
Father  Minehan,  while  Dr.  Fraser  replied  very  graciously  to 
the  address. 

It  was  a  very  charming  gathering  indeed,  with  the  young 
ladies  of  the  school  daintily  clad  in  white  dresses.  Dean  Harris 
wore  the  convocation  robes  and  the  gorgeous  hood  of  the  Ot- 
tawa University  doctor's  degree,  and  Dr.  Fraser  himself  made  a 
picturesque  figure  also  in  the  gown  and  hood  of  the  honour 
recently  conferred  upon  him  by  Toronto  University.  After  the 
entertainment,  the  guests  were  invited  to  inspect  the  Museum. 
Light  luncheon  was  then  served  in  the  College  Reception 
Room.     On  the  first  page  of  the  large  Catalogue  placed  in  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  117 

Museum   may   be   found   the    following   introduction   by   the 
Honorary  Curator. 

THE  MUSEUM. 

The  Museum  in  St.  Joseph's  College  has  been  instituted 
with  the  main  object  of  furnishing  to  the  students  the  means 
of  illustrating  their  studies  by  actual  specimens  representing 
nature 's  resources,  and  the  gradual  development  of  human  skill 
and  handicraft  down  the  long  ages  to  the  present  time. 

The  devoted  Sisters  in  charge  of  the  College  clearly  see 
that  in  these  days  a  thorough  and  comprehensive  education 
is  not  only  the  best,  but  also  the  necessary  equipment  with 
which  to  meet  life 's  keen  activities,  and,  accordingly,  they  have 
decided  to  place  within  the  reach  of  their  students  a  graphic 
object  lesson  in  the  form  of  a  well-stocked  college  museum. 

A!bout  a  year  ago  the  scheme  was  formally  launched  at  a 
public  meeting  in  the  college  lecture-room,  under  the  auspices 
of  the  Alumnae  Association,  and  since  then,  as  will  be  seen  by 
the  list  of  donations  subjoined,  fair  progress  has  been  made  in 
the  obtaining  of  donations,  some  of  them  of  considerable  value, 
all  of  them  interesting  and  worthy  of  a  place  in  a  carefully- 
selected  collection  of  things  new  and  old. 

The  direct  educational  value  of  the  specimens  has  been  kept 
in  view,  and  therefore  articles  have  been  received  which  will 
illustrate  the  processes  of  industrial  manufacture;  the  pro- 
ducts of  husbandry,  of  the  forest,  the  mine  and  the  great  deep. 
The  beautiful  in  art  is  represented,  piety  is  honoured,  and 
ideals  of  true  culture  suggested;  the  possibilities  of  intellec- 
tual attainment  are  associated  both  with  mental  and  manual 
skill  and  the  practical  world  brought  in  contact  with  funda- 
mental study.  The  statement  of  this  purpose  will  explain  the 
two-fold  character  of  the  collection,  embracing  curios,  trifles 
of  beauty,  breviaries,  pictures,  sacred  relics,  flora  and  fauna, 
minerals,  woods,  shells  and  fishes;  machinerj^  craftsmanship, 
domestic  utensils  and  outdoor  implements,  and  so  forth,  each 


118 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


shedding  its  ray  of  light  on  some  problem,  which  has  had 
and  still  has,  its  place  in  the  record  of  the  world's  progress. 

The  world  of  science  presents  its  claim  as  never  before  to 
the  young  womanhood  of  to-day.  College  girls  cannot  evade 
the  call  should  they  so  desire,  nor  will  they  desire  to  do  so. 
But  it  will  not  be  forgotten  that  science  is  meant  to  be  the 
servant,  not  the  master  of  the  human  mind,  to  inspire,  not  to 
dominate  the  soul,  and  no  annex  to  the  Science  Department 
of  the  College  will  be  found  more  helpful  in  stimulating  the 
desire  on  the  one  hand  for  increasing  knowledge  of  nature's 
hidden  wonders  and  on  the  other  of  understanding  human 
achievement  on  well-balanced,  intelligent  lines  of  thought,  than 
will  be  the  newly-founded  Museum,  should  it  grow,  as  no 
doubt  it  rapidly  will  by  the  co-operation  of  friends  to  an  ade- 
quate size. 

The  generous  donors  have  already  placed  the  College  under 
a  deep  obligation  which  is  most  gratefully  acknowledged. 
The  gifts  are  opportune,  and  the  givers  may  rest  assured,  par- 
ticularly well-bestowed. 

ALEXANDER  FRASBR,  LL.D.,  Honorary  Curator. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  119 


Community    Notes 


The  annual  Retreat  for  the  Novices  of  the  Community  was 
held  this  year  at  their  new  House  of  Novitiate,  St,  Joseph 's- 
on-the-Lake,  Kingston  Road.  The  seventy  Sisters  and  more, 
who  were  privileged  to  follow  the  exercises,  were  afforded  a 
deeply  spiritual  treat  under  the  able  direction  of  the  Rev.  F.  P. 
Lyons,  of  the  House  of  Studies  of  the  Paulist  Fathers  at  Wash- 
ington, D.'C. 

The  closing  of  the  Retreat  on  the  morning  of  the  Feast  of 
St.  Ignatius  of  Loyola  was  followed  by  a  quiet,  but  very  im- 
pressive ceremony  of  religious  profession,  two  novices  making 
final  vows  in  the  congregation,  and  ten  first  vows. 

Rt.  Rev.  Mgr.  Kidd,  D.D.,  President  of  St.  Augustine's  Sem- 
inary, officiated,  assisted  by  the  Rev.  F.  J.  Morrissey,  D.D,  In 
the  Sanctuary  were  the  Rev.  A.  O'Leary,  D.D.,  Rev.  M,  J. 
Carey,  C.S.P.,  Rev.  T.  Finegan  and  Rev.  E.  P.  Lyons,  C.S.P.. 
Present  also  in  the  chapel  were  many  of  the  relatives  of  the 
Sisters  to  be  professed.  Rev.  Father  Lyons  addressed  the  can- 
didates in  a  beautifully  spiritual  and  inspiring  discourse  on  the 
religious  life,  deducing  guiding  principles  from  the  life  and 
teachings  of  the  great  St.  Ignatius,  on  wh,ose  feast  they  were 
pronouncing  their  holy  vows.  Rev.  Father  Carey  offered  the 
Holy  Sacrifice  of  the  Mass,  during  which  the  rendition  of  ap- 
propriate music  by  the  Sisters '  choir  lent  impressiveness  to  the 
solemnity  of  the  occasion. 

•     •     •     • 

The  ceremonies  at  the  Mother  House  on  St.  Alban  St. 
August  15th,  were  considerably  shorter  than  usual  owing  to  the 
fact  that  the  ceremony  of  the  making  of  First  Vows  and  of 
Final  Profession  had  already  taken  place  at  the  close  of  the 
Novices'  Retreat  July  31st.  However,  the  reception  of  the 
Holy  Habit  by  nine  young  ladies  was  quite  as  impressive  as 


120  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


ever,  for  there  is  a  solemnity  and  an  air  of  other-worldliness 
about  this  beautiful  ceremony,  which,  however  often  witnessed, 
cannot  fail  to  leave  a  deep  impression  upon  the  heart  and  mind. 
The  Eetreat  made  in  preparation  for  this  sacred  event  was 
preached  by  the  Rev.  Father  Reginald,  C.P.,  who  also  delivered 
an  eloquent  sermon  upon  the  occasion. 

•  •     •     • 

The  Feast  of  Our  Lady's  Assumption  was  also  marked  by 
the  celebration  of  Jubilees  in  the  Community,  Rev.  Sister  M. 
Petronilla  keeping  the  fiftieth  anniversary  of  her  entrance  into 
Religion  and  Rev.  Sisters  Pauline,  Vincent,  St.  Catharine,  Per- 
petua,  Lidwina,  and  St.  Philip,  the  twenty-fifth  anniversary  of 
their  Religious  Profession. 

•  •     •     • 

We  were  delighted  to  welcome  home  on  a  visit  Rev.  Sisters 
Lidwina  and  Praxedes  of  Prince  Rupert,  B.C.  Sister  Lidwina 
has  been  Superior  of  Prince  Rupert  Convent  and  Academy 
since  its  foundation  three  years  ago,  and  the  flourishing  condi- 
tion of  that  Mission  is  in  great  part  due  to  her  energetic  and 
untiring  efforts  to  further  the  advancement  of  religion  and  edu- 
cation in  the  North  West.  Sister  Praxedes  is  one  of  the  little 
band  of  four  who  were  the  first  to  establish  the  Sisters  of  St. 
Joseph,  in  the  West,  when  a  hospital  was  opened  seven  years 
ago  in  Comox,  on  Vancouver  Island. 

•  *     *     * 

To  Rev.  M.  Paulina  Finn  of  Georgetown  Visitation  Convent, 
Washington,  D.C.,  we  offer  warmest  congratulations  upon  the 
celebration  of  her  Golden  Jubilee  in  Religion,  which  was  held 
in  June,  Mother  Paulina,  who  is  an  aunt  of  th,e  celebrated 
Father  Finn,  C.S.P.,  had  the  very  great  pleasure  of  hearing  the 
famous  Boys'  Choir  on  that  occasion,  a  concert  having  been 
given  at  the  convent  in  her  honour.  Under  the  pen  name  M.  S. 
Pine,  this  reverend  Sister  is  a  frequent  contributor  to  the  Lilies, 
and  we  are  sure  all  our  readers  join  us  in  wishing  Mother  Pau- 
lina many  years  to  come  in  the  service  of  her  Divine  Master. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  12i 

To  accommodate  the  ever-increasing  number  of  the  Com- 
munity, it  was  found  necessary  this  year  to  hold  three  Retreats 
instead  of  the  customary  two.  The  first,  which  was  exclu- 
sively the  Novices'  retreat,  was  conducted  the  last  week  in 
July  by  the  Rev.  Father  Lyons,  C.S.P.,  at  the  new  Novitiate, 
St.  Joseph 's-on-the-Lake.  The  two  community  Retreats  were 
conducted  during  August  by  Rev.  Father  Reginald,  C.P. 


It  is  always  a  pleasure  to  receive  visits  from  those  who  have 
met  or  called  on  our  dear  Sisters  in  the  West.  His  Lordship 
Bishop  Bunoz  of  Prince  Rupert,  honoured  us  with  a  visit  in 
July,  on  his  return  from  Quebec.  He  brought  us  the  best 
of  news  from  our  distant  Mission. 


A  Congress  of  the  Toronto  Separate  School  teachers,  reli- 
gious and  secular,  which  was  held  June  29-30,  at  Loretto  Ab- 
bey, "Wellington  Place,  at  the  instigation  of  His  Grace  Arch- 
bishop McNeil,  was  a  great  success.  Splendid  papers  on  the 
teaching  of  Religion  and  Civics  were  read  and  discussed  by 
the  members  of  the  different  sections,  which  were  presided  over 
by  His  Grace,  Rev.  Brother  Rogatian,  and  Mr.  Michael  O'Brien 

respectively. 

•     «     •     • 

Letters  from  Comox  tell  of  the  large  number  of  patients 
seeking  admission  to  our  Hospital  there.  It  has  been  almost 
impossible  to  accommodate  the  returned  wounded  soldiers, 
who  are  most  anxious  to  be  under  the  Sisters'  care. 


In  the  High  School  Entrance  results  for  Ladysmith,  B.C., 
we  notice  that  one  of  the  pupils  from  St.  Joseph's  Convent 
ranks  high  in  Honours,  only  one  pupil  in  the  school  being  un- 
successful. In  Prince  Rupert  also,  five  out  of  six  candidates 
passed  this  examination. 


122  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

The  many  kind  friends  of  the  Community  who  were  so  soli- 
citous in  their  enquiries  during  Rev.  Mother  Superior's  recent 
illness,  will  be  pleased  to  hear  that  Rev.  Mother  is  sufficiently 
recovered  to  be  able  to  resume  her  numerous  duties. 

•  •     •     • 

Two  Sisters  of  St.  Joseph,  from  Wheeling,  W.  Va.,  paid  us 
a  visit  during  August.  They  had  many  interesting  things  to 
tell  of  the  splendid  work  being  done  by  the  Lay  Apostolate  of 
young  Convent  and  College  graduates,  who  are  looking  after 
the  religious  interests  of  foreigners  in  the  large  cities  through- 
out the  Eastern  States. 

•  •     •     • 

Rev.  Father  McEachen,  Professor  of  Catechetics  in  Wash- 
ington University,  gave  a  most  helpful  lecture  June  22,  to  the 
Sisters  of  Loretto  and  of  St.  Joseph,  in  our  College  Auditorium. 
Dr.  McEachen  expounded  many  new  theories  on  the  method  of 
teaching  catechism  to  children,  which  were  both  interesting 
and  useful.  Not  less  delightful  was  his  paper  on  teaching 
catechism,  which,  in  the  unavoidable  absence  of  Father  Mc- 
Eachen, was  read  at  the  Congress  by  His  Grace  Archbishop 
McNeil. 


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ST.    JOSEPH'S    COLLEGE   DEPARTMENT    EDITORIAL 

STAFF. 

Editor-in-Chief— Miss  Ruth  Agiiew,   '20. 

Associate  Editors — Miss  Helen  Duggan,  '19 ;  Miss  Helen 
Kramer,  Miss  Mary  Nolan,  Miss  Mary  McTague,  Miss 
Louise  0  'Flaherty. 

Local  Editors--Miss  Estelle  O'Brien,  Miss  Hilda  Meyer,  Miss 
Mary  Coughlin,  Miss  Hilda  Bryan. 

Music  and  Art  Editors — Misses  Gertrude  Goodyear  and  Eliza- 
beth Divine. 

Exchange  Editor — Miss  Julia  Walsh. 

Reporter  of  College  Notes — Miss  Mary  McCormick. 


Slltf  Bttrtt  tit  Hont 

Love  moves  the  tongue  to  speak  with  grace 

A  language  sweet  to  every  race. 

Its  speech  like  soothing  music  flows, 
No  bitter,  stinging  tone  it  knows. 

Love,  move  my  lips,  that  I  this  day 

May  say  the  words  I  ought  to  siay! 

Love  guides  the  hands  to  kindly  deeds; 

To  reach  out  to  another's  needs ^ 

With  thoughtful,  earnest  helpfulness 
The  chafing  wounds  to  cleanse  and  dress. 

Love,  nerve  my  hands  with  force  anew 

To  do  the  deeds  T  ought  to  do! 

Love  thrills  the  heart  to  sacrifice. 

Without  a  recompense  or  price, 

To  serve  and  bless,  to  walk  life's  way, 
That  those  who  follow  may  not  stray. 

Love,  thrill  my  heart,  and  power  give 

To  live  the  life  I  ought  to  live ! 

— Anne  Porter  Johnson. 


126  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Graduates,    1 9 1 9 — Biographies 


ANNA  LAWLOR  MOLONEY— TORONTO. 

"There  was  a  soft  and  pensive  grace, 
A  cast  of  thought  upon  her  face 
That  suited  well  the  forehead  high, 
The  eyelasih  dark,  and  diowncast  eye; 
The  mi'ld  expression   sipoke   a  mind 
In  duty  firm,  compois'd,  resign'd." 

— Rokeby. 

From  St.  Francis'  School,  Toronto,  Anna  passed  into  Park- 
dale  Collegiate,  where  she  spent  the  first  two  years  of  her 
High  School  course.  Then  she  came  to  St.  Joseph's  Academy, 
where  perseveringly  she  has  worked  up  to  Junior  Matricula- 
tion standing  and  to  a  degree  of  proficiency  in  vocal  and  in- 
strumental music  and  elocutionary  art.  She  was  valedictorian 
of  her  class  at  graduation  and  cherishes  a  love  and  loyalty  for 
her  school  and  teachers,  which  incline  her  to  continue  at 
S.J.C.  her  aims  of  higher  attainment  in  the  College  course. 


JULIA  WALSH— COOKSTOWN. 

"Who  shall  find  a  valiant  woman,  far 
And  from  the  uttermost  coasts  is  the  price  of  her." 

Of  a  calm  and  even  disposition,  Julia  has  advanced  bravely 
and  serenely  along  the  path  of  knowledge.  Besides  being 
considered  worthy  of  being  one  of  our  graduates,  Julia  has 
had  the  honour  of  meriting  the  Mathematics  and  Science 
medals  of  the  Matriculation  Class.  That  she  will  steadily 
advance  towards  her  high  ideal  is  the  confident  hope  of  her 
Alma  Mater. 


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127 


DOROTHY  AILEEN  YOUNG— TORONTO. 

"An   imborn   grace,   tihat   niothinig  lacked 
Of  culture  or  aippliamce, 
The  warmth  of  genial  courtesy, 
The   calm   of   self-reliance." 

A  promising  child,  Dorothy  has  budded  forth  into  young 
womanhood,  retaining  all  the  gentleness  and  simplicity  of  her 
early  years.  Ever  an  earnest  and  loyal  pupil,  she  has  won 
her  way  into  all  hearts.  We  feel  confident  that  her  qualities 
of  mind  and  heart  will  continue  to  bear  fruit  of  which  St. 
Joseph's  may  well  be  proud. 


MARY   MARGUERITE   HENEY— ARNPRIOR. 

Eastern  Ontario  has  the  honour  of  being  Miss  Heney's 
birthplace.  She  received  her  elementary  education  in  Arnprior. 
Having  obtained  her  Lower  School  from  Arnprior  High 
School,  Marguerite  came  to  St.  Joseph's  in  September, 
1917.  She  obtained  Normal  Entrance  and  Matriculation  this 
year.  As  a  student,  Marguerite  has  been  apt  and  alert,  but 
has  not  been  a  slave  to  books.  The  social  functions  of  class 
and  college  have  always  found  in  her  a  strong  supporter  and 
a  willing  helper.  Her  friends  are  many  and  to  them  she  gives 
the  loyalty  of  a  heart  that  is  sincere. 


GERTRUDE  GOODYEAR— MOUNT  FOREST. 

Her  voice  waa  ever  ilow  and  sweet. 
An  excellent  thing  in  a  woman. 

— Shakespeare. 

Gertrude  is  our  musical  graduate,  and  a  very  musical  one 
at  that.  After  receiving  her  elementary  and  high  school  edu- 
cation at  Mount  Forest,  she  came  to  St.  Joseph's  to  complete 
her  studies  in  music.  Gertrude  was  a  great  favorite  in  the 
school,  not  only  because  of  her  amiable  disposition,  but  be- 
cause of  her  ability  to  entertain  her  friends  in  must  unusual 


128  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

ways.    We  believe  that  a  post-graduate  course  in  music  is  pend- 
ing and  indeed  she  will  be  most  welcome  back  at  St.  Joseph's 

again. 

•     •     •     • 

CALLISTA  AILEEN  MOORE— TOTIONTO. 

Miss  Moore  is  a  native  of  Toronto  and  received  her  pre- 
paratory education  at  St.  Basil's  School.  She  began  her  se- 
condary work  at  St.  Joseph's  High  School.  Becoming  a  stu- 
dent at  St.  Joseph's  in  September,  1917,  she  was  successful 
in  her  Matriculation  Examination,  1919.  Both  in  the  class- 
room and  in  the  recreation  hall  Callista's  quiet  and  genial  man- 
ner has  won  her  many  friends.  Desirous  of  higher  honours, 
she  intends  to  enter  the  College  Course,  in  which  we  wish  her 
every  success. 


If  my  sweet  thought  could  texture  take, 
And  of  its  best  your  vesture  make, 

How  fair  would  be  your  robing! 
Of  summer  cloud  and  heaven's  own  blue, 
Inwove  with  every  rainbow  hue. 
And  sprinkled  thick  with  diamond  dew, — 
That  is  the  robe  I'd  weave  for  you, 

And  fair  would  be  your  robing. 

But  you  for  your  own  self  do  weave 
Robes  nobler  than  I  can  conceive, — 
How  wondrous  fair  your  robing! 
Of  gracious  deed  and  noble  thought, 
Of  battles  for  the  fallen  fought, 

Of  hope  to  faltering  footsteps  brought. 
New  ways  to  wandering  sinners  taught, — 
All  these  your  wondrous  robes  have  wrought, 
And  fair  indeed  your  robing  ^^  ,         , 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


129 


Graduation  Day  at  St.  Joseph's 


"A  more  perfect  blending  of  beauty  and  dignity  is  rarely 
seen  than  was  evident  at  the  closing  exercises  of  St.  Joseph's 
College  and  Academy,  June  13th."  Thus  did  one  of  the  daily 
papers  comment  on  the  Graduation  Exercises  of  1919.  And  in- 
deed the  large  school  auditorium  did  present  a  very  pleasing 
sight,  with  its  artistic  stage  scenery,  banks  of  roses  and  June 
flowers,  and  on  the  stage  centre  three  hundred  young  girls  in 
black  frocks,  with  white  collars  and  cuffs.  Promptly  at  3.30 
p.m.  the  six  fair  young  graduates,  robed  in  exquisite  white 
dresses,  took  their  places  in  front  of  the  pupils,  and  accompany- 
ing each  was  a  tiny  tot,  acting  the  part  of  a  maid  of  honor,  in 
fairy-like  fashion.  The  following  programme  was  then  artistic- 
ally rendered,  after  which  stirring  speeches  were  made  by 
Rev.  Dean  Moyna  and  Father  Cline. 

PROGRAMME. 
God  Save  the  King. 
Conferring  of  Honors  and  Crowning  of  Graduates. 
Address  to  the  Graduates  by  Rev.  R.  McBrady,  C.S.B. 

Piano  Solo — Scherzo  C  Sharp  Minor  Chopin 

Miss  Mary  Cairo. 
A  Tribute  to  Saint  Joan  of  Arc, 
Miss  Rita  Morgan. 

Cantata — Legend  of  Bregenz Proctor-Bendall 

(Three  voices). 

Soloists:     The  Misses  Cecilia  Koster,  Eileen  Shannon,  Helen 
Miceli,  Muriel  Travers  and  Patricia  Kelly. 


130  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Piano  Quartette — Espana   Chabries-Chevillard 

Isa  Piano — The  Misses  Gertrude  Goodyear  and  Florence 
Quinlan. 

2nd  Piano — The  Misses  Bertha  Hermann  and  Mary  Cairo. 
Awarding  of  Medals. 

Valedictory. 
Miss  Anna  Moloney. 

School  Hymn "Hail  to  Thee,  Joseph." 

Choral  Instructor  and  Conductor — Maestro   Carboni. 


LIST  OF  HONOURS. 


Papal  Medal  for  Christian  Doctrine  and  Church  History, 
competed  for  in  Senior  Department,  awarded  to  Miss  Teresa 
McDevitt. 

Graduating  Medals  and  Diplomas,  awarded  to  the  Misses 
Mary  Marguerite  Heney,  Arnprior,  Ont. ;  Callista  Aileen  Moore, 
Toronto ;  Anna  Lawlor  Moloney,  Toronto ;  Dorothy  Eileen 
Young,  Toronto ;  Julia  Walsh,  Cookstown,  Out. ;  Gertrude 
Goodyear,  Mount  Forest,  Ont. 

Governor-Generars  Medal,  presented  by  His  Excellency, 
the  Duke  of  Devonshire,  for  English  Literature,  awarded  to 
Miss  Alice  McDonald. 

A  Scholarship,  the  gift  of  the  St,  Joseph's  College  Alumnae 
Association,  for  the  student  obtaining  the  Highest  Standing  in 
Matriculation  Examination  of  June,  1918,  awarded  to  Miss 
Lillian  Latchford. 

A  Scholarship,  given  by  the  Governor  of  the  International 
Federated  Catholic  Alumnae  Associations,  Mrs.  Ambrose 
Small,  to  be  competed  for  by  the  pupils  of  Loretto  Abbey  and 
St.  Joseph's  College,  provided  the  pupil  takes  her  first  year 
University  in  either  of  the  Colleges. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  131 


St.    Joseph's    College    Results    of   the 
Scholastic  Year— 1919 


Graduates  in  Arts,  with  Bachelor's  Degree:  Miss  Helen 
Mary  Duggan,  Miss  Emily  Camilla  Foy,  Miss  Nora  Theresa 
Murphy,  Miss  Geraldine  Patricia  O'Connor,  Miss  Mathilde 
Theresa  Ziehr,  Miss  Marion  Allan,  Miss  Frances  Mary  Whelan. 

The  Prize  Award  of  $25.00  for  the  highest  standing  in  Eng- 
lish in  the  Fourth  Year  of  the  general  course,  in  St.  Michael's 
College,  has  been  won  by  Miss  Murphy. 

Third  Year. 

Modern  Languages. — ^First  standing  in  First  Class  Hon- 
ours, ranking  above  the  winner  of  the  Julius  Rossin  Scholar- 
ship, is  Miss  Ruth  Agnew.  A  Benefactor  of  St.  Joseph's  College 
presents  a  Scholarship  to  Miss  Agnew. 

Second  Class  Proficiency  in  third  year  general  course — Miss 
F.  Ronan. 

Pass  Standing — Miss  Anna  Mackerrow  (Fr.),  Miss  Kathleen 
O'Brien  (Hist.  Ethics). 

Second  Year. 

Second  Class  Proficiency  in  General  Course — Miss  E. 
O'Meara. 

Pass  Standing  in  General  Course — Miss  Cleonia  Coghlan, 
Miss  Susie  McCormick. 

First  Year. 

Modern  Languages — ^First  Class    Honours,  Miss    C.    Tuffy. 
Third  Class  Honours,  Miss  W.  Collins. 


132  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

General  Course,  11.  Proficiency — Miss  Lillian  Latchford, 
Miss  Agnes  Simpson,  Miss  Madaleine  Bench,  Miss  Margaret  Mc- 
Donnell. 

Pass  Standing- — Miss  Ernestine  Fravelle,  Miss  Mary  Mc- 
Cardle,  Miss  Kathleen  O'Leary,  Miss  Hilda  Burke,  Miss  Winni- 
fred  Schenck,  Miss  Vera  Gibbs. 

A  prize  of  $10.00  for  the  highest  standing  in  the  First  Year 
English  of  the  General  Course  at  St.  Michael's  College  has 
been  awarded  Miss  Lillian  Latchford. 

MEDALS. 

Gold  Medal  Awards,  presented  by  the  Most  Reverend  Neil 
McNeil,  Archbishop  of  Toronto,  for  Church  History  in  Middle 
School,  awarded  to  Miss  Louise  0 'Flaherty. 

Highest  Marks  in  Science  and  Mathematics  in  Matriculation 
Class,  obtained  by  Miss  Walsh,  Graduate. 

Presented  by  the  Right  Reverend  Monsignor  Whelan,  for 
Highest  Standing  in  Second  Form,  awarded  to  Miss  Helen 
Kernahan. 

Presented  by  the  Right  Reverend  Monsignor  Kidd,  for 
Highest  Standing  in  Fifth  Form  A,  awarded  to  Miss  Ida 
Wickett. 

Presented  by  the  Very  Rev.  Dean  Moyna,  for  Highest 
Standing  in  Fifth  Form  B,  awarded  to  Miss  Marie  Foley. 

Presented  by  the  Reverend  M.  Cline,  for  Highest  Standing 
in  Commercial  Class,  awarded  to  Miss  Mary  Nolan. 

Presented  by  the  Reverend  L.  Minehan,  for  Typewriting, 
awarded  to  Miss  Eva  Harkin. 

Presented  by  Reverend  Dr.  O'Leary,  for  Highest  Standing 
in  Entrance  Class,  awarded  to  Miss  Cecilia  McDevitt. 

Presented  by  the  Reverend  Dr.  Morrissey,  for  Expressive 
Reading,  awarded  to  Miss  Rita  Morgan. 

Presented  by  the  Reverend  J.  J.  McGrand,  for  Art  in  Se- 
cond Form,  awarded  to  Miss  Marjory  English. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  133 

Presented  by  the  Rev.  J.  A.  Trayling,  for  China  Painting, 
Oils  and  Water  Colours,  awarded  to  Miss  Eileen  O'Brien. 

Presented  by  the  Heintzman  Company,  for  Superiority  in 
Music,  awarded  to  Miss  Mary  Cairo. 

Silver  Medal,  presented  by  Mr.  F.  Emery,  for  Junior  Piano, 
awarded  to  Miss  Eileen  Egan. 

Silver  Medal,  presented  by  Mr.  S.  A.  Frost,  for  Vocal 
Music,  awarded  to  Miss  Eileen  Shannon. 

Silver  Medal,  presented  by  the  Reverend  Dr.  Treacy,  for 
Christian  Doctrine  in  lower  school,  awarded  to  Miss  Marie 
O'Connor, 

Silver  Thimble  for  Art  Needlework,  awarded  to  Miss  Ada 
Lowe. 

Special  prize  for  poetic  contribution  to  St.  Joseph  Lilies, 
awarded  to  Miss  Nora  McGuane. 

Special  prize  for  short  story  contributed  to  St.  Joseph 
Lilies,  awarded  to  Miss  Margaret  Mitchell. 

Special  prize  in  St.  Cecilia's  Choir,  for  Fidelity  and  Im- 
provement, merited  by  thirty-two  members  of  choir,  obtained 
by  Miss  Eileen  Shannon. 

Special  prize  for  lady-like  deportment  in  boarding  school 
throughout  the  year,  drawn  for,  and  obtained  by  Miss  Verda 
Kehoe. 

Special  prize  for  Household  Science,  equally  merited  by  the 
Misses  Olga  Ulrichson  and  Marguerite  Haynes. 

MUSIC  DEPARTMENT— UNIVERSITY  OF  TORONTO. 

Intermediate  Piano — Pass,  F.  Quinlan,  Barrie;  Y.  Didier, 

Montreal. 

Junior  Pianoforte — Second  Class  Honours,  Jessie  Thomp- 
son, Toronto;  Veronica  Good,  Toronto.  Pass,  Alice  Hayes, 
Toronto ;  Rita  Rowe,  Toronto ;  Teresa  St.  Denis,  Vanleek  Hill, 
Ont. 


134  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Junior  Vocal — Pass,  E.  Shannon  (Silver  Medalist). 

Primary — ^Pass,  Marjory  Guerin. 

Elementary — First  Class  Honours,  Monica  McGowan,  Viola 
Lyons;  Second  Class  Houours,  Christine  Johnston,  Dorothy 
Beattie,  Gertrude  Cartan;  Pass,  Gladys  McCall,  Rose  Hayes, 
Ella  McDonnell. 

Senior  First  Piano  Exam. — ^Second  Class  Honours,  Dorothy 
Steer. 

Toronto  Conservatory,  Elementary — Pass,  Mary  Appleton. 

Junior  Theory  of  Music,  University  of  Toronto^ — First 
Class  Honours,  Constance  Shannon,  Rita  Rowe,  Clare  Moore; 
Second  Class  Honours,  Madeleine  Enright. 

LOWER  SCHOOL  ENTRANCE  TO  NORMAL. 

Honours,  Miss  K.  McNally;  Pass,  Misses  Coffey,  McGuane, 
Kernahan,  Coughlin,  Moore,  Meagher,  English,  Matthews,  R. 
Shannon,  C.  Shannon,  Matthews,  Gignac,  Fenn,  Smith,  Mc- 
Bride,  Young,  Ungaro,  Haynes,  Enright,  Nealon,  Walsh. 


To  suffer  or  to  die  for  Thee 

Was  Saint  Theresa's  cry. 
To  suffer  not  to  die  as  yet 

Thy  Visitandine 's  sigh. 
But  I,  sweet  Lord,  who  may  not  hope 

To  soar  to  heights  so  high. 

At  least  may  yearn  with  all  love's  strength. 

To  suffer  and  to  die. 

— S.  M.  St.  J. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  135 


College  Notes 

School  re-opened  September  2nd.  Many  new  boarders  are 
seen  in  the  ranks  and  the  old  ones,  true  to  tradition,  are  strag- 
gling in  one  by  one,  ill-concealing  their  delight  in  being  back 
at  dear  old  St.  Joseph's  once  more. 

Miss  Rita  Morgan,  Gold  Medalist  in  expressive  reading,  gave 
a  very  entertaining  recital  on  the  evening  of  June  10th.  The 
programme  was  well  chosen  to  display  Miss  Morgan's  dramatic 
ability.  All  who  heard  her  marvelled  at  her  retentive  powers 
and  s.ympathetic  interpretations. 


Banquets  were  mucli  in  vogue  between  Graduation  Day  and 
the  19th.  On  June  15th  the  folding  doors  were  opened  between 
the  work-rooms  on  the  third  floor.  Places  were  laid  for  the  pu- 
pils of  the  Art  and  Needlework  Departments.  Tables  were 
tastefully  decorated  with  flowers  and  the  college  colours  and 
laden  with  all  manner  of  good  things  to  eat.  The  merry  laugh- 
ter of  these  happy  maidens  echoed  through  the  halls  below, 
making  others  heartily  wish  that  their  school  curriculum  had 
embraced  Art  and  Needlework  too.  Others  to  enjoy  the  plea- 
sures of  the  banquet  table  were  the  pupils  of  the  Second 
School.  Their  feast  was  spread  in  the  auditorium,  and  judging 
by  their  happy  faces  and  the  rapid  disappearance  of  the  viands, 
we  gathered  that  they  had  what  might  be  called  a  real  good 
time. 

Of  a  more  dignified  nature  was  the  farewell  supper  tender- 
ed to  the  Graduating  Class  by  the  members  of  the  Senior  Class. 
Several  of  the  Sisters  honoured  the  occasion  with  their  pres- 
ence, and  thoroughly  enjoyed  the  many  pointed  phrases  and 
witticisms  displayed  in  the  class  prophecies  and  speeches. 


136  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

On  Saturday  morning,  June  7th,  Solemn  High  Mass  was 
celebrated  in  St.  Joseph's  College  Chapel  for  the  University 
Graduates  of  Loretto  Abbey  and  of  St.  Joseph's.  Very  Rev. 
H.  Carr,  C.S.B.,  was  celebrant,  with  Rev.  Fathers  Powell, 
C.S.B.,  and  Oliver,  CS.B.,  acting  as  deacon  and  sub-deacon. 
An  eloquent  baccalaureate  sermon  was  delivered  by  Rev.  R. 
McBrady,  C.S.B.,  in  which  contrasts  were  drawn  between  the 
pagan  and  Christian  education  and  virtue.  After  the  Mass 
breakfast  was  served  in  one  of  the  large  reception  rooms  of  the 
College,  the  guest  of  honour  on  this  occasion  being  Mrs.  Aline 
Kilmer  of  New  York,  widow  of  the  late  renowned  Sergeant 
Joyce  Kilmer,  whose  delightful  lecture  given  in  the  College 
in  1915,  will  still  be  rememl3ered  by  many.  In  the  evening 
Mrs.  Kilmer  and  Mrs.  James  E.  Day,  President  of  St.  Joseph 's 
College  Alumnae,  were  entertained  by  the  Young  Ladies  of  the 
Academy,  the  programme  consisting  of  a  magnificent  Cantata 
rendered  under  the  direction  of  Maestro  Carboni,  an  instrumen- 
tal solo  by  Miss  G.  Goodyear,  after  which  followed  an  address 
and  presentation  of  a  boquet  of  beautiful  roses  to  Mrs.  Kilmer. 
Mrs.  Kilmer  expressed  her  appreciation  of  the  warm  welcome 
given  her  and  her  delight  in  being  able  to  visit  St.  Joseph's, 
with  which  she  has  been  in  communication  for  some  years. 
She  afterwards,  upon  request  recited  one  of  her  exquisite  little 
poems,  the  charming  simplicity  and  musical  rhythm  of  which 
called  forth  much  applause. 


Over  ninety  pupils  altogether  played  in  the  four  different 
recitals  given  at  the  end  of  the  scholastic  year.  The  auditorium 
was  well  filled  on  each  occasion  by  the  parents  and  friends  of 
the  young  performers,  and  however  much  the  Senior  pupils 
may  have  excelled  the  Juniors  in  the  point  of  difficult  selec- 
tions, there  is  no  gainsaying  the  fact  that  the  tiny  tots  with 
their  artistic  finish  and  artless  ways,  captivated  the  hearts  of 
their  hearers  and  evoked  the  loudest  applause.  We  append  the 
programme  of  the  Senior  Recital,  June  9th : 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  137 

PROGRAMME. 

1.  Duet,  2  pianos — Slavonic  Dance Dvorak 

Eileen  Egan  and  Luciene  Cantin. 

2.  Gigue  in  the  Old  Style Pfeiffer 

Claudia  Dillon. 

3.  Song — Springtime  of  Love Foster 

Sadie  Chapelle. 

4.  March  of  the  Dwarfs   Ed.  Greig 

Florence  Quinlan 

5.  (a)  If  I  Were  a  Bird Henselt 

(b)  Air  de  Ballet   Moz/kowski 

Yolande  Didier. 

6.  Song — (a(  The  Lotus  Flower Schumann 

(b)  At  Dawning Cadman 

Eileen  Shannon. 

7.  (a)   Presto  from  Sonata  in  E  minor Haydn 

(b)  Impromptu  in  A  flat Chopin 

Eileen  Egan,  Silver  Medalist. 

8.  Duet.  2  pianos — Valse  Carnavalesque   Chaminade 

Hilda  and  Helen  Kramer. 

9.  Song — Song  of  Sunshine Gilberte 

Ella  M'ieeli. 

10.  Sonata  in  E  tlat  Beethoven 

Bertha  Hermann. 

1 1.  Fantaisie  Impromptu Chopin 

Edna  Carroll. 

12.  Song — (a)   Den  Vieni  from  II  Nozzi  cli  Figaro  .  .  .  .Mozart 

(b)   A  Birthday Coweii 

Cecilia  Koster. 


138  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

13.  Andante  and  Presto  from  Sonata  in  E  minor  . . .  E.  Greig 

Gertrude  Goodyear. 

14.  Schorzo  in  C  sharp  minor Chopin 

Mary  Cairo  (Gold  Medalist). 

15.  Song — (a)   The  Fairy  Pipers    Brewer 

(lb)  The  Old  Love De  Koven 

Patricia  Kelly. 

16.  Quartette,  2  Pianos — Espana Chabrier 

1st  Piano — Gertrude  Goodyear  and  Florence  Quinlan. 
2nd  Piauo — Bertha  Hermann  and  Mary  Cairo. 

GOD  SAVE  THE  KING. 

*     *     *     * 

We  regret  very  much  to  chronicle  in  this  issue  of  our  maga- 
zine the  tragic  death  of  one  of  our  young  school-mates,  Miss 
Gertrude  Cartan,  who  with  her  mother,  Mrs.  Cartan,  died 
within  a  few  hours  after  the  collision  of  trains,  near  Dunkirk, 
N.Y.  Gertrude,  accompanied  by  her  mother  and  father,  had 
left  Toronto  that  day  for  a  pleasure  trip  through  the  States, 
when  death  cut  short  her  promising  life,  not,  however,  before  a 
priest  could  be  summoned  to  administer  to  both  herself  and 
her  mother  the  last  consoling  rites  of  Mother  Church.  Ger- 
trude, who  had  been  a  resident  pupil  at  St.  Joseph's  during 
the  past  year,  was  a  general  favourite  and  though  quiet  and 
retiring  in  manner,  she  had  won  her  way  into  the  hearts  of 
both  teachers  and  class-mates.  But  since  God,  who  takes  His 
delight  in  the  pure  and  innocent  ones  of  earth,  has  seen  fit  to 
transplant  this  fair  young  lily  of  St.  Joseph's  to  His  heavenly 
garden,  we  must  not  repine,  knowing  well  that  for  Gertrude, 
our  loss  is  only  perfect  gain.  We  offer  our  most  sincere  and 
heartfelt  sympathy  to  Mr.  Cartan,  who  has  been  called  upon 
to  bear  the  double  loss  of  a  loving  wife  and  a  devoted  child. 
May  their  souls  rest  in  peace ! 

MARY  MeCORMICK. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  139 


&L  ifnatt  nf  Arr 

Hail!  Joan  oif  Arc,  Hail!  Maid  of  France, 
Saint  of  the  Catholic  Church,  All  Hail! 


Long  years  ago,  yea  five   centuries  and   more   in   the  reckoning, 

In  a  village  obscure  of  Old  France,  known  to  all  as  Domremy, 

Dwelt   a   child,   Joan   by   name,   with   her   parenits   and   four  younger 

brothers. 

Simple  iher  life  as  the  lives  of  poor  peasants  must  needs  be, 

But  'Withal  gay  and  joyous,  the  secret  of  inmocence  ever. 

Naught  cared  this  child  for  the  pastimes  that  youth  oft  exults  in 

Hers  the  delight,  when  the  duties  of  home  had  been  tended. 

The  tasks  of  the  household  performed,  the  spinning  and  weaving, 

To  steal  off  betimes  to  the  small   village  church   in  the  valley. 

Anid  there  wrapt  in  prayer,  lift  to  God  her  ,pure  heart's  greasi  devotion. 

Many  a  time,  too,  and  oft  might  this  child  be  seen  hastening 

Far  down   the  road  -past  the  mill,  to  a   cottage  where  sickness 

Held  in  its  grip  some  poor  father,  mainstay  of  his  family. 

Well-stocked  the  basket  she  bore,   with  full   many  a  dainty. 

But  better  by  far,  her  sweet  'words  and  her  kind  ministrations. 

No  suffering,  needy,   nor  grief-stricken  heart  in  Domremy 

But  loved  and  thrice  blessed  Joan  of  Arc,  "La  Pucelle,"  as  they  called 

her. 

*     «     «     «     «     « 

Some   thirteen   bright   summers   had   passed   free   from   care   o'er  the 

maiden 
When  first  tdiose  strange  voices  'broke  in  on  her  soul's  meditation, 
Pilling  her  heart  with  dismay  and  a  fearful  foreboding 
Lest  she  should  be  but  a  dupe  of  the  spirits  of  darkness. 
Add  as  she  might  to  her  prayeirs  and  her  fasts  and  her  watchings, 
Begging  for  light  from  on  liigh  and  deliverance  from  evil, 
Ever  the  voices  returned  and  betimes  did  come  with  them 
Michael,  Arehangel  of  Heaven,  and  Margaret  and  Catharine, 
Champions  all  of  God's  Church  and  of  Saints  the  most  valiant, 
Urging  her  on  to  great  deeds  for   her  King  and  her  country. 
Then  when  three  years  had  dragged  by,  years  of  trial  and  soul-'torture 
Confident  now  that  the  light  of  God's  spirit  shone  o'er  her, 
Joan,  a  child  still  in  years,  though  a  woman  in  courage. 
Went  to  the  camp  of  the  King  with  her  God-given  mission. 


140  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Thrice  was  she  laugthed  at  by  Baudiricourt,  Charles'  great  Commander, 

Spurned  and  rejected  her  "voices"  as  flights  of  free  fancy, 

Yet  did  sihe  keep  her  high  heart  and  belief  in  her  mission, 

Till,  forced  by  ill-luck,  Charles  accepted  at  last  of  her  offer. 

****** 

Who  now  will   tell   of  the   marveilnfilled  days  that   then   followed; 

Who  of  the  daunitless  maid's  courage  in  odds  all  against  her? 

Come  down  ye  choirs  of  Heaven  and  chant  her  glad  praises, 

Words  such  as  mine  do  scant  justice  to  deedis,  great  as  hers  were. 

Picture  for  us,  O  ye  artists,  on  this  our  imind's  canvas, 

The  glory  resplendent  that  shone  round  that  armor-clad  maiden. 

Show  us  the  sword,  men  uaearthed  from  the  ruins,  at  her  bidding. 

The  standard   she  bore  as  she  rode  on   her   fiery   charger. 

Tell  us,  ye  Saints,  who  did  wartiCh  from  on  high,  all  her  hardships 

The   days   of   fierce  fighting,   the  nights  not   less   cruel    in   vigil, 

The  march   on   Orleans,   and   the  King's   final   victory   and   crowning. 

Spare  not   details   of  her   capture,   by   countrymen  faithless. 

Her   cruel    detention    in   iprison,    alone    and    unfriended, 

Aibamdoned  by   Charles  to  the   enemy,   whom   sihe   had   worsted 

For  no  selfish  end,  but  that  he  be  restored  ito  his  kingdom. 

See  how  she  sitands  at  the  stake,  with   unfaltering  courage. 

Gazing  on  Christ  Crucified,   as  the  flames  leap  about   her 

While  ever  her  lips  murmur,  "Jesu,  sweet  Jesu,  have  pity," 

Till  all  the  rude  soldiers  and  bystanders  weep  with  comjpasslon. 

And   thus   did  she   give  up   her  soul   to   her   God  and   Creator. 

****** 
Long  years  have  passed,  yea  five  centuries  and  more  in  the  reckoning. 
Since  Joan  the  Maid,  gave  her  life  for  her  God  and  her  country. 
Yet   never   a   child   but   has   heard  tell    the   marvellous   story 
Of  how  "La  Pucelle"  saved  old  France  from  the  bands  of  the  English. 
But  greater  by  far  than  the  halo  that  bistory  casts  o'er  her 
Is  the  honour  that  fair  Mother  Church  hath  accorded  her  virtue, 
For  to-day  she  stands  crowned  in  high  Heav'n,  a  Saint  and  a  Martyr. 
Ah!  sweet  little  Saint,  thy  poor  France  still  hath  need  of  thine  aiding, 
Thine  be  the  mission  to  free  her  onice  more  from  her  thraldom. 
Not  now  of  English  nor  Hun,  but  those  ills  of  the  spirit 
That  crush  out  the  life  of  her  soul,  and  the  light  of  God's  shining, 
E'em  asi  in  days  of  yore  lead  her  in  safety  tlirough  peril, 
Back  to  the  arms  open-wide   af  the  Church,   her   true   Mother. 

****** 

Hail,  Joan  of  Arc!    Hail,  Maid  of  France! 
Saint  of  the  Catholic  Church,  All  Hail! 

— S.  M.  St.  J. 


ST.    JOSEPH    LILIES. 


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256  Queen  St.  West        Toronto 


SPECIALISTS    in    cleaning    Interior    wall 

decorationi  of  all  description. 

Manufacturers    of 

IMPERIAL    CLEANER 

for  materially  renewing 
PAINTS  EMBOSSED 

ENAMELS  JAPANESE 

WOODWORK  WALLPAPERS 

METAL  CEILINGS      GOLD  LEAPS 

and  fine  decorative  art 
For  price  and  information  write  or  phone 

Standard  Cleaning  Products  Limited 

64  Richmond  E.,  Toronto     Phone  M.  2985 


WHOLESALE 

COAL 

COKE  AND 

ANTHRACITE 
COAL 

Royal  Bank  Bldg. 

TORONTO 


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"The  Modern  Milk" 

IN  POWDER  FORM 

PURE- 
ECONOMICAL— 
CONVENIENT 

ASK    YOUR   GROCER 

Canadian  Miik  Products 

LIMITEO 

TORONTO 

Branch  Office        .        MONTREAL 


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Every  Continuous  user  of 
is  entitled  to  our 

Wyandotte  Efficiency 


This  Trade  Mark 


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in  every  package 


Service  Free 

If  you  do  not  know  what  this  is, 
write  us. 

THE  J.   B.   FORD  CO. 
Sole  Manufacturers  WYANDOTTE,  MICH. 


TN  Canadian  schools  there 
*  are  5,000  Underwoods, 
and  1,300  of  all  other 
makes  combined. 

And  in  offices  everywhere 
theUnderwood  is  supreme. 

Our  Employment  Depart- 
ment supplies  typists  for  6,000  positions  annually. 

UNITED  TYPEWRITER  CO.  LTD. 

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The  Children's  Shop 

For  Stylish  Dresses,  Coats  and  Hats  from 
the  smallest  child  to  the  sweet  girl  graduate. 

Everything  for  the  new  baby. 

All  our  garments  are  exclusive  yet  moder- 
ate in  price. 

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CATHOLIC  BOOKS 


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Limited 

123  Church  Street 
TORONTO 


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Company,  Limited 


Our  Specialty  is  tRepair 

XVork  on  Slevators  and 

Sleclriedl  Maedinery 

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Main  2201  Adei.  3013 

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The  Club  Coffee  Co. 

SPECIALISTS  IN 

FINE  COFFEES  AND  TEAS 

Importers,        Boasters        and        Blenders 
TOEONTO,    ONT. 

Take  pleasure  in  announcing  that  the 
steady  increase  of  their  business  has 
forced  them  to  secure  larger  premises. 

In  a  large  new  warehouse  built  by 
them,  the  most  up-to-date  roasting  and 
grinding  machinery  has  been  installed, 
and  now,  more  than  ever,  have  facili- 
ties on  hand  to  render  exceptional  ser- 
vice. 

A  specialty  is  made  of  supplying  large 

institutions. 

THE   NEW   ADDRESS 

240  Church  St.,  Toronfo 

Telephone  Main   173 


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Newspapers. 

Paul  Mulligan 

Dealer    in 

Siafionery  and  Fancy 
— Goods,  Cigars, — 
Cigarettes,   Tobaccos 


Asent    for    Butt^rlck    Patterns. 


532  Yonge  St.        Toronto 


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CORNER 

Mississauga  and  West  St 

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REED  FURNITURE 

Children's  Vehicles 


Bigtyc^  ,j«w-{Vra 


Express  Wagons 
Doll  Cabs 

For  Sale  by  all  Firit  Class  Dealers 

The  Gendron  Mfg.  Co.  Ltd. 

TORONTO 


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Arts,  High  School,  Commercial 


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Fairweathers'  New  Store 

88-90    YONGE    STREET 

It  will  prove  a   revelation   to  you   in  it's  beauty  and  it's 

appointments.      We  are  featuring  this  month  fall 

displays  of  Fine  Furs  and  Women's  Wear 


FAIRWEATHERS    LIMITED 


TORONTO 


MONTREAL 


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LUX 

pURE   Essence    of    Soap    in 
1      flakes — for  Shampoo,  Hair 
Wash,  Bath  or  Toilet,  Dissolves 
readily  in  hot  water,  forms  a 
foamy,  cream-like  lather  which 
cannot     injure     the     daintiest 
hands — leaves    the    hands    soft 
and     glossy  —  invigorates     the 
scalp. 

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Lever  Bros.,Limited  Joronto 

Iboninq  Department  fob  Sheets,  Table 

CovEBS,    Pillow     Slips,    Towels, 

Napkins  and  Spbeads,  Etc. 

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Insurance  Brokers 


31  SCOTT  STREET 


TORONTO 


GENERAL  AGENTS. 

Royal  Ins.  Co.,  Ltd. 
Continental  Ins.  Co. 
Westchester  Fire  Ins.  Co. 
Alliance  Ins.  Co. 
British  North  Western  Ins.  Co. 
London  &  Lancashire  Guarantee  &  Ac- 
cident Company. 


GEO.  A.  CALVERT 


CITY  AGENT 


31  SCOTT  STREET 
Phones  Adelaide  2740--2741 


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Pugsley,  Dingman  &  Co. 

Limited 

USE 

Electric  Wiring 

COMfORT  SOAP 

"It's  All  RlfiTht" 

and  Repairs 

SAVE  THE  WRAPPERS 

Have  you  used  OMO? 

342    HURON   STREET 

The    new   Bleacher,  Purifier  and 
Cleanser. 

"Makes  White    Clothes  Whiter" 

Phone  College  1650 

For  Sale  by  ail   Grocers 

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There  is  always  great 
pleasure  in  a  pipeful  of 


because  it  is  cool, 
fragrant  and 

satisfying 


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and  handy  tins 


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EVERYWHERE 


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SAINT  JOSEPH'S  COLLEGE 

TORONTO  ONTARIO,  CANADA 


VOL.  VIII. 


No.  3 


Handsome  New  furs 

Wide  Variety  —  Moderate  Prices 


Thougli  favored  by  fashion  at  all 
times,  furs  have  never  been  such  an 
absolute  necessity  to  the  correct  at- 
tire as  this  season. 

The  original  designs,  and  integrity 

of  the  quality  of  Simpson 's  furs  back- 
ed by  a  reputation  of  which  we  are 
justly  proud,  are  sufficient  warrant 
for  us  to  guarantee  you  satisfaction 
on  any  furs  purchased  from  us. 

Our  stock,  consisting  of  imported 
creations  and  reproductions,  include 
fur  coats,  wraps,  and  novelties,  all 
displaying  the  authentic  styles  for 
the  coming  season. 

You  may  come  to  us  with  confi- 
dence in  our  ability  to  please  you. 
Our  prices  you  will  find,  considering 
the  qualities  shown,  decidedly  rea- 
sonable. 


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ST.  ALBAN  STREET,  TORONTO 


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RESIDENTIAL     AND    DAY    SCHOOL 

FOR 

Young  Ladies  and   Little  Girls. 

Bt.  Joseph's  College  is  Affiliated  to  the  University  of  Toronto  Through  the 
Federated  College  of  8t.  Michael. 

St.  Joseph's  Curricula: 

1 — CoUebv  Course  of  Four  Years — Classical,  Moderns,  English,  and  History, 
and  General  Courses,  leading  to  Degrees. 

2 — The  Collegiate  Course  (Upper,  Middle,  and  Lower  Schools),  in  which 
pupils  are  prepared  for  Honour  and  Pass  Matriculation,  for  Entrane« 
to  Faculty  of  Education  and  Normal  School. 

3 — The  Acamedic  Course.  In  this  course  special  attention  is  paid  to  Modem 
Languages,  Music,  Expression,  Art,  and  Needlework.  In  this  Depart- 
ment students  are  prepared  for  Music  Examinations  (Instrumental 
and  Vocal)  at  the  University  of  Toronto  and  the  Toronto  College  of 
Music. 

4 — The  Commercial  Course  (Affiliated  to  the  Dominion  Business  College) 
prepares  students  for  Commercial  Certificates  and  for  Diplomas  ia 
Stenography  and  Typewriting. 

5 — The  Preparatory  Course  includes  the  usual   Elementary   Subjects,   also 

French,  Drawing,  Plain  Sewing,  Physical  Culture,  and  Singing. 

For  Prospectus  apply  to 

THE  MOTHER  SUPERIOR. 


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BOND  STREET  TORONTO 


This  fine  Hospital  is  among  the  best  of  its  kind  in  Canada. 
It  was  founded  in  1892.  Its  excellent  record  in  both  medical 
and  surgical  lines  has  made  it  known  throughout  the  Dominion 
and  in  many  parts  of  the  United  States.  Patients  come  from 
near  and  far  to  benefit  by  its  medical  staff,  its  nursing  Sisters, 
and  its  skillful  nurses.  Its  surgical  wing  is  unsurpassed  in 
equipment.  On  March  19,  1912,  a  magnificent  Medical  wing 
was  opened  to  150  patients,  who  took  possession  of  the  new 
wards  and  private  suites.  The  Hospital  is  within  a  drive  of 
ten  minutes  from  the  Union  Station,  and  but  a  block  away 
form  St.  Michael's  Cathedral,  some  of  whose  priests  act  as  chap- 
lains to  the  Hospital.  The  Hospital  has  a  pleasant  outlook  se- 
cured by  the  beautiful  grounds  and  trees  of  churches  in  the 
vicinity.  The  institution  is  in  charge  of  the  Community  of  the 
Sisters  of  St.  Joseph. 


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Murray-Kay  Company 

Limited 

15-31  King  Street  East 
Telephone  Adelaide  5100 

What  ShaU  I  Give  ? 

A  burning  question  indeed,  and  one  we  are  carrying 
with  us  constantly.  At  Murray-Kay's,  however,  it  is  an- 
swered in  so  many  delightful  ways  that  one  might  term 
this  store  a  veritable  Gift  Shop. 

Just  for  instance,  exquisite  furs  in  all  the  peltries  that 
fashion  has  approved  are  here. 

Then  for  the  Wee  Folk,  wonderful  Toys  of  every  kind, 
frivilous  gifts  a-plenty  in  the  French  novelties  for  the 
dressing  table,  sensible  gifts  among  the  Sweaters,  Hosiery 
or  Gloves,  and  many  others  awaiting  your  discovery  here. 

Murray-Kay  Company 

Limited 
TORONTO 


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LAWLOR'S 
BREAD 


HOME-MADE  BREAD 

Toasts  to  delicate  crispness  that  makes  one 
slice  an  invitation  for  another.      .*.     .*. 


Bread    of    the  Very    Best  Quality 


TWENTY  DIFFERENT  KINDS 
WHOLESALE  AND   RETAIL 


LAWLOR  BREAD  CO. 

HERBERT  LAWLOR,  Prop. 

Phone  Gerrard  2331  11-25  Davies  Ave. 

TORONTO 


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IS    OUR    SPECIALTY 


WE  SELL  THOUSANDS  OF  TONS  TO  SATISFIED 

CUSTOMERS 

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WHOLESALE    AND    RETAIL 

Phone  Main  6100  95  Bay  St.,  TORONTO 


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rOSTER-MYERS 

OPTICIANS 

New  Address 

746   YONGE   ST. 

Just  South  of  Bloor 

ALL  WORK  DONE  ON  PREMISES 

Occulists'  PrescriptioDS  Accurately 

and  Promp!iy  Filled  by 

Expert  Workmen 

EYES  EXAMINED  BY   APPOINTMENT 

BURTON  J.  MYERS, 

Proprietor 


HO  RUCK'S 


For  Infants,  Invalids,  the  Aged 
and  Travellers 

A  Safe  and  complete  Food  Product  for 
Infants  and  Invalids  which  eliminates 
the  dangers  of  milk  infection. 

The  basis  of  "Horlick's  Malted  Milk" 
is  pure,  full  cream  milk  combined  witb 
the  extracts  of  malted  grain  reduced  to 
powder  form. 

HORLICK'S  MALTED  MILK  CO. 


Racine,  Wis.,  U.S.A. 


Montreal,  Can. 


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ST.   JOSEPH   L.IUBS. 


A  Sewing  Machine  Offer 

We  want  to  put  a  SINGER 
Sewing    Machine   into    your 
home  for  a  free,  fair,  full  trial. 

We  want  every  womzin  to 
see  for  herself  why    the   Singer   is 
recognized  as  the  best  in  the  world. 

Send  a  postal  for  our  free  booklet. 

Select  from  it  the  type  of  machine 
you  would  like  to  have  sent  to  your 
home  for  free  trial,  all  charges  paid. 

If  you  decide  to  buy  it,  terms  will  be  made  to  please  you. 

If  you  don't  want  it,  it  will  be  taken  back  at   our  expense. 
Write  for  the  booklet  now.     Address, 

SINGER  SEWING  MACHINE  CO. 

EXCELSIOR     LIFE      BUILDING,  TORONTO. 


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CANADA'S 
GREATEST 
MUSIC  STORE 


Importers,  Publishers,  and  Manu- 
facturers of  Sheet  Music,  Music 
Books,  and  Musical  Instruments 
of  every  description. 

Our  stock  is  especially  adapted 
to  the  requirements  of  Teaoh£bs, 
Students,  Schools,  Contents,  and 

CONSEBVATOBIES. 

Write  for  Price  Lists  and  Cata- 
logues. 


Pablish^rs  of 
Elementary  Classics 

Primary  Classics 

Famous   Classlca 
First  Pieces  in  Easy  Keys 
Melodious  Recreations 

Bead's  Easy  Method  for  Piano 
Vogt's  Modem  Technique 

Vogt's  Standard  Anthems 

Ideal  Anthem  Books 
Mammoth  FoUo  of  Music 

Empire  Song  Folio 
Vocal  and  Piano  Music  of  All  Kinds, 
Standard  and  Popular,  always  on  hand. 
Let  us  supply  your  every  requirement. 


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WINNIPEG  TORONTO 


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ESTABLISHED  1856. 

P.  BURNS  &  CO. 

WHOLESALE  AND  RETAIL 

Coal  and  Wood  Merchants 

HEAD  OFFICE 

49   KING   ST.  EAST,  TORONTO 

BRANCH  OFFICES.  YARDS. 

Front  Street,  near  Bathurst.  304  Queen  East .TeL  M.  17 

rr  1    M   Olio   M      A^a      429  Spadina  Ave Tel.  Col.  608 

lei.  M.  ^ii»,  M.     44W      J3J2  Queen  West   .  .  .Tel.  Park.  711 

Princess  St.  Docks Tel.  M.    190      274  CoUc^e  St Tel.  Col.  1304 

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449  Logan  Ave Tel.  N.  1601      573  Queen  West Tel.  Col.  12 

Huron  and  Dupont TeL  N.  2604      441  Yonge  St TeL  M.  3208 

TELEPHONE  MAIN  131  AND  3208. 


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Merchants'  Bank  of  Canada 

ESTABLISHED  1864 

Authorized  Capital  $  10,000,000 

Capital  Paid  Up    8,341,535 

Reserve  Fund 7,574,043 

Total  Assets  Oct.,  1919 198,506,572 


Board  of  Directors: 


LT.-OOL.   SIE  H.  MONTAGU  AIJ.AN,   C.V.O.,  PreBident. 
K.  W.  BI.AOKWEXJ.,  Esq..  Vice-President. 
THOS.    LOKO,    Esq.  A.  3.  DAWES,  Esq.  A.   B.  EVANS,   Esq. 

P.   OBB  LEWIS,   Esq.  P.    HOWABD    WII.SON,    Esq.  T.    AHEABN,    Esq. 

LT.-OOL.  C.  O.  BALLANTTKE  P.    BOBEBTSON,    Esq.  LT.-OOL.    J.    B.    MOOSIE 

LOBNE  C.   WEBSTER  O.    L,    CAINS,    Esq. 


B.  C.  MACABOW,  General  Manager 
T.  E.  MEBBETT,  Sup't.  of  Branches  and  Cbief  Inspector 


SAVINGS  DEPARTMENT 

We  give  special  attention  to  Savings  Accounts.  One  Dollar  only  is  necessary 
to  open  an  account.  Interest  allowed  at  highest  Bank  Rate,  and  added  twice  a 
year  without  application  or  presentation  of  Pass-Book. 

No  delay  in  withdrawals.  Two  or  more  persons  may  open  a  Joint  Account, 
and  either  party  can  with-draw  money. 


GENERAL    BUSINESS 

Commercial  Letters  of  Credit  Issued,  available  in  Europe,  China,  Japan  and 
other  countries. 

Travellers'  Letters  of  Credit  issued,  available  in  all  parts  of  the  world. 
Travellers'  Cheques  issued  in  convenient  denominations,  available  in  all 
parts  of  the  world. 

Bank  Money  Orders  sold  at  all  Branches;  payable  at  the  office  of  any  Chart- 
ered Bank  in  Canada. 

Loans  made  to  Merchants,  Manufacturers,  Farmers,  Live  Stock  Dealers. 
Municipalities  and  School  Sections. 

We  cash  cheques,  drafts,  express  orders,  postal  money  orders,  etc. 

Remittances  to  Great  Britain  can  be  easily  and  safely  made  by  purchasing 
a  draft  on  our  London  Agents.  We  have  ample  facilities  for  transmitting 
money  to  tW  other  European  countries  also. 


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JOHN  J.  FEB 


Wholesale  Butter  i  Eggs 


Special  Attention   to  Table   Butter 
and   New   Laid   Eggs 


64  Front  Street  East, 

TORONTO 

ONTARIO 
TELEPHONES:  Adelaide  133  and  134 

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Christie  Biscuits 


ARE  THE 


Purest  of  Ail  Pure  foods 

OVER  500  VARIETIES 


Christie,  Brown  &  Co.,  Limited 

TORONTO 


Try  a  Good  Thing 

Every  bottle  of  Acme  Dairy 
Milk  is  pure,  clean,  and 
wholesome.  It  is  pasteuriz- 
ed to  make  it  doubly  safe. 
A  high-class  dairy  with  a 
high-class  product,  and  it 
costs  no  more  than  ordinary 
milk. 

♦    ♦    ♦ 

Acme  Dairy 

Telephone  Hillcrest  152. 
153. 


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Home  Thrift  Account  Book 


Ask  for  a  copy  of  "The  Home  Thrift  Account  Book. 

It  will  help  you  put  your  housekeeping  on  a  business  basis, — 
encourages  the  practice  of  economy  in  the  home  and  promotes  sys- 
tematic saving.  * 

Free  on  applicatjx>n  to  the  Manager  of  any  of  our 
Eight  Branches  in  Toronto. 


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While  your  money  on  deposit  in  a  savings  account 
with  the  Bank  is  always  readily  available  for  with- 
drawal, any  hour  of  any  business  day,  it  is  just  far 
enough  away  to  be  out  of  reach  for  careless  spending 


Head  Offices  and  Nine  Branches  in  Toronto 

HEAD  OFFICE.  8-10  KING  ST.  WEST 

78  Church  Street 

Cor.  Queen  West  and  Bathurst 

Cor.  Queen  East  and  Ontario 

1288  Yonge  St.  Subway,  Cor.  Woodlawn  Ave. 

Cor.  Bloor  West  and  Bathurst 

236  Broadview,  Cor.  Dundas  St.  East. 

1871  Dundas  St.^  Cor.  High  Park  Ave. 


Branches  and  Connections  Througrhoui  Canada. 


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Room  401-2 

22  College  Street 

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TELEPHONE:    Adelaide  941,  942.  867 

WHOLESALE  GROCERS 

Quality 

Service 

Price 

Warren  Bros.  &  Co., 

Limited 

QUEEN  AND  PORTLAND  STS. 

Toronto,  Ont. 


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CONTENTS 


The  Holy  Night  (Portrait)    4 

How  the  Christ  Child  Came — J.  Corson  Miller H 

Reason  and  Revolution — Rev.  C.  C.  Kehoe,  O.C.C 6 

Nightingales^ — Rev.  Julian  Johnstone    17 

The  Shepherd's  Fir(^-C.  D.  Swan    18 

The  Newborn — Dr.  Wm.  J.  Fischer   21 

Spiritism  and  Religion  (A  Review) — Very  iRev.  A.  O'Mal- 

ley,  Litt.D 22 

The  Land  of  the  Golden  Strand— Rev.  J.  B.  Bollard,  Litt.D.  32 

Gifts  of  Gold  and  Myrrh— Rev.  J.  J.  McCarthy  34 

The  Christmas  Candle— E.  R.  Cox   39 

Toronto's  Musical  Treat-— Maestro  Carboni    40 

The  Feast  of  Purification— Anna  McGlure  Sholl 42 

Liberty  of  Conscience — Rev.  C,  O  'Sullivan  43 

Greeitings  59 

A  Favorite  Catholic  Poet— M.  S.  Pine    60 

The  March  of  Humanity — J.  Corson  Miller 72 

St.  Joseph's  College  Museum — Very  Rev.  W.  Harris,  Lifct.D.  73 

The  Earthly  Shepherd^C.  D.  Swan  78 

Christmas  As  It  Is  Celebrated  in  This  and  Other  Lands — 

M.  Murphy.  B.A 79 


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Father  Bernard's  Congregation — M.  A.  Gray   84 

Cardinal   Mercier    95 

Officials  of  St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae    97 

Alumnae  Items   98 

Book   Review    106 

Community  Notes  108 

St.   Joseph's   College  Department    113 

Editorial    ; 113 

St.  Joseph's  Lily— D.  Smith   114 

The  Boy  Who  Wanted  to  See  the  King— M.  Keenan 115 

The  Chrisitmas  Moon — M.  Coughlin   117 

St.  Theresa  of  Avila— M.  Coughlin  118 

A  Small  Boy's  Version  of  Fairies— M.  Mitchell 121 

Why  Canadians  Should  Love  Canada — ^H.  Kernahan ....  122 

God's  Gift— M.  Haynes 124 

College  Notes 125 

What  I  Used  to  Think— M.  Fenn 128 

Italian  Boy  Singers  (Portrait)   129 

Jack's  Identification  Medal — M.  Mitchell  131 

Christmas  Eve — M.  Fenn 136 


THE   HOLY   NIGHT 


Jm  i?a  ft  AUna  iiatrr. 

VOL.   Vril.  TORONTO,   DECEMBER,   1919.        NO.   3. 

Mom  tl|p  ail|rtfit-ail|tlb  Olame 

By  J.  CoKSON  Miller. 

He  came  with  all  Ilk  power  and  majesty 
Close  hidden    'neath  the  cloak  of  poverty ; 
He  came,  a  helpless  Babe,  to  soothe  and  bless 
His  earthly  children   in   their  helplessness. 
Sweet  Jesu,  e'en  as  shepherds  came  to  see, 
I  kneel  to  Thee. 

He  came  a  Stranger  to  an  alien  land. 
Where  none  reached  out  to  Him  a  friendly  hand; 
He  scarce  could  find  a  place  to  lay  His  head, 
Asi  hdy  Seers  of  old  had  truly  said. 
Dear  Jesu,  Model  of  humility, 
Give  ear  to  me. 

He  came — ^a  King — devoid  of  crown  or  throne, 
With  winter's  icy  blasts  around  Him  blown; 
Nowhere  was  aught  of  s'helter  offered  Him, 
The  Lord  Whose  thought  could  make  the  suns  grow  dim. 
Ah,  Jesu,  those  privations  came  to  Thee, 
For  love  of  me. 

He  came,  and  from  the  hour  of  His  birth. 
He  suffered  pain  and  hardship  on  the  earth ; 
The  poorest  of  the  poor.  He  oame  to  show 
How  men  the  way  of  righteousness  might  go. 
Kind  Jesu,  pleading-wise  and  trustingly, 
I  worship  Thee. 


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Reason    and    Revolution 

By  Rev.  C.  C.  Kehoe,  OVC.C. 

^1  HE  present  age  is  notably  revolutionary;  new  conditions, 
jfj^  national  'and  international,  economic  and  social,  have  been 
suddenly  installed,  or  (are  immediately  imminent  that, 
promise  a  new  era  throughout  the  world.  When  the 
new  order  of  things  has  emerged  into  settlement  and  per- 
manoney  it  will  afford  a  most  instructive  object  lesson  of 
either  progressive  reason,  or  mere  revolution.  These  two 
agencies  are  in  the  mental  and  moral  world  of  human  ac- 
tivities what  the  laws  of  mature  are  in  the  physical  realm 
where  God  -alone  is  responsible  for  order  and  success.  Law 
is  essentially  both  mentality  and  design,  or  the  natural  world 
would  be  as  wildly  revolutionary  as  our  own;  chance  and 
casual  revolution  is  even  less  steady  than  human  providence. 
If  no  mind  operated  behind  nature  there  would  be  no  steady 
n-atural  phenohena  to  contemplate,  but  only  the  conflicts  of 
revolution.  Revolution  must  be  always  considered  in  human 
affairs  as  the  recognition  and  correction  of  the  errors  of  our 
prentice  reason  struggling  more  or  less  hopelessly  to  main- 
tain order.  The  history  of  the  world  when  unguided  by  re- 
velation and  faith  is,  in  its  earliest  records  and  onwards,  noth- 
ing less  than  a  series  of  bungling  theories  and  consequent  revo- 
lutionary explosions.  Germany,  at  the  present  hour,  is  as  over- 
wheln;iing  to  the  mind  of  the  inspective  visitor  in  its  revolu- 
tions as  it  was  before  the  war  in  its  towering  universities, 
and  multitudinous  libraries.  Where  there  is  overmuch  ram- 
pant mentality  we  become  always  expectant  of  revolutions; 
booiks  are  really  explosive.  Who  will  recount  in  the  religious 
world  the  revolutions  that  Luther's  book  which  he  calls  the 
Bible  has  flashed  upon  humanity?  Sect,  after  sect  arose  un- 
til the  Avorld  seems  full  of  revolutionary  seots.  Perhaps 
there    will    be    fewer    sects  when  there  is  no   faith  left  to 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


ignite  into  iieresies.  Before  the  great  war  Universities  were 
everywhere  vaunted  as  the  cathedra,  and  oracles  for  human 
affairs,  and  the  Vatican  was  merely  tolerated  by  the  nations 
of  Europe  ithat  were  preparing  for  war.  We  think  of  the 
widow's  story  to  King  David,  how  her  sons  fought  it  out 
when  alone  in  the  fields,  for  there  was  no  one  to  separate 
them.  The  great  war  is  over,  and  we  must  now  be  content 
with  revolutions.  Far  be  it  from  us  to  sneer  at  all  revolu- 
tions, for  they  are,  for  the  most  part,  the  frantic  attempts 
of  suffering  humanity  to  escape  the  horrors  of  peace,  to  es- 
cape the  miseries  that  a  bappy,  ^complacent  and  reasoning 
class  has  fastened  on  them.  There  lare  people  at  present  so 
buried  and  hopeless  that  they  have  not  even  the  hope  of  a 
revolution,  and  depend  on  their  neighbours  for  that  T>oon. 

Political  and  Economic  Revolutions. 

When  political  and  economical  revolutions  are  due  at  the 
same  time  in  some  simple  primitive  people,  the  noise,  dust 
and  blood  are  appalling;  witness  Russia  now  and  France  a 
hundred  years  ago.  Sad  pictures  are  spread  on  fancy  and 
canvas  of  the  last  events  of  the  old  regimes.  The  newspapers 
at  present  are  giving  different,  views  of  the  cellar  scene  in 
Erkaterinlburg  of  the  last  of  the  Romanoffs,  with  his  baby 
hear  in  his  arms,  where  murdered  princesses  are  lying  about 
with  dishevelled  hair  and  garments,  and  the  walls  are  blood- 
stained, waiting  himself  the  pistol  shot  of  an  advancing  ruf- 
fian. Our  hearts  go  'Out  to  the  helpless  victims  though  we 
are  conscious  that  even  Nicholas,  the  last  of  his  murderous 
line  has  more  victims  to  his  own  personal  account,  not  to 
speak  of  the  myriads  massacred  by  his  ancestors,  than  per- 
haps the  whole  savage,  'brutal  revolution.  Politicial  revolu- 
tions have  occurred  everywhere  throughout  the  world  where 
the  tension  of  political  inequality  has  existed,  and  it  is  a 
truism  now  that  governments  must  be  for  the  people  and  by 
the  people.  It  took  bloody  revolutions  with  many  weird 
theories  to   overthrow   the    opposite   false   reasonings  'of  im- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


perial  and  aristocratic  governments  that  one  part  of  human- 
ity was  born  to  govern  land  the  other  to  (be  govern.  The  ex- 
travagaoiee  of  arisltoeracy  was  met  by  the  extravagance  of 
the  Social  Contract  of  Roussieau  that  the  power  of  govern- 
ments oame  from  the  will  of  the  people,  and  not  from  God. 
True  democratic  governments  now  realize  that  the  power  of 
government  comes  from  God,  but  the  form,  whether  a  demo- 
cratic monarchy  or  a  democratic  republic,  is  left  to  the  choice 
of  the  people.  This  truth  had  been  taught  'by  Catholic  Theo- 
logians for  centuries,  but  their  reasons  did  noit  sieem  to  be 
sufficient  without  the  aid  of  revolution.  There  is  'a  great  eco- 
nomic revolution  of  Capital  and  Labor  in  motion  at  present, 
with  'a  confused  whirlwind  of  principles  both  true  and  false, 
and  it  is  libely  to  bring  much  good,  and  who  knows,  how 
much  evil.  Strange  to  say,  misconstrued  political  equality 
is  the  unreasion  and  grievance  that  is  bringing  on  this  coming 
hurricane.  Men  argue  now  that  political  equality  without 
economic  equality  is  a  curse,  the  curse  of  individualism,  or 
individual  liberty,  as  Rousseau  would  have  it.  Economic 
equality  is  the  equiality  of  wealth,  and  such  equality  is  im- 
possible if  every  man  is  born  with  the  individual  right  to 
hold  capital  and  use  it  for  his  own  personal  selfishness.  The 
revolution  of  socialism  will  take  from  man  all  right  to  pro- 
perty at  least  in  the  sense  of  capital,  capable  of  producing 
wealth.  Socialists  now  argue  that  the  horror  of  individual 
liberty  to  have,  to  hold,  and  to  gather  more,  has  enslaved 
men  more  than  ever  did  the  Bourbons  or  the  Romanoffs; 
what  is  tbe  good  of  a  vote  and  voice  in  government,  if  men 
are  starving  to  death  or  eking  out  a  wretched  existence  in 
poverty  and  squalor?  Experience  tells  us  that  this  is  only 
too  true ;  we  see  only  too  truly  that  somie  men  fought  in  the 
late  war,  whilst  others  'battened  themselves  by  profiteering. 
Even  in  peace  the  vast  crowd  of  humanity  is  no  match  for  the 
crafty,  enslaving  few.  On  with  the  revolution,  then,  and 
let  the  principle  be  proclaimed  that  the  individual  man  has 
no  rigM  to  personal  property,  and  (everything  belongs  to  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


State.  This  is  whait  is  going  on  now  in  Rus'sia,  where  a 
great  economic  revolution  is  on,  and  in  which  citizens  are 
stripped  of  their  possessions,  and  individual  liberty  is  down 
to  zero.  Carl  Marx,  the  patron  saint  of  holy  Russia  just  now, 
was  a  prophet  that  declared  that  individtialism.  would  over- 
throw itself.  Of  course  there  is  no  better  way  to  precipitate 
a  rervolution  than  to  prophesy  it  with  specious  reasoning ;  his 
hard  Jewish  mind  foresaw  as  a  detective  with  the  mentality 
of  a  criminal  that  free  and  unlimited  individualism,  such  as  the 
individualism  of  England  and  the  United  States,  would  fin- 
ally leave  the  wealth  of  these  nations  in  the  hands  of  a  few; 
that  the  more  grasping  they  become,  the  more  desperate  and 
exasperate  would  the  masses  bcome,  and  the  surer  and  nearer 
the  advent  of  revolution.  His  remedy  was  full  and  complete 
socialism  of  land,  mines,  natural  resources,  machinery,  and 
capital  in  every  sense  and  form.  At  heart  he  was  an  anar- 
chist, for  he  tells  us  that  in  original  and  primitive  human  life 
the  ideal  conKlition  existed  of  every  man  being  complete  in 
himself,  like  a  ■simiple  savage  that  holds  his  own  way  through 
forest,  plains,  and  waterways,  taking  and  leaving  what  na- 
ture supplies  without  "bid  or  leave  of  State  and  Government 
— and  that  this  is  what  men  may  eventually  revert  to  under 
proper  culture.  The  outlook  &t  present,  however,  points  to 
socialism,  h  tells  us,  where  everything  that  has  a  produc- 
tive value  belongs  to  the  State  and  is  distributed  according 
to  the  merits  of  each. 

Socialism — Good  and  Bad. 

It  is  hard  to  keep  a  clear  mind  in  revolutionary  periods, 
and  many  a  mind  guided  by  the  star  of  faith  is  dimmed  by 
the  misty  atmosphere  of  this  planet,  by  polities,  elass  ppe»- 
judiees,  nationality,  and  som-etimes  by  the  misguidance  of 
popular  writers.  Catholics  that  are  guided  by  the  Church 
have  always,  when  the  storm  of  revolution  is  over,  the  satis- 
faction of  being  on  the  right  side  by  the  favor  of  their  faith, 
as  well  as  by  the  outcome  of  events.    Socialism  has  'been  surg- 


10  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

ing  for  a  century,  and  we  have  become  familiar  with  it.  It 
first  came  as  a  tidal  wave  of  infidelity  and  materialism,  or  the 
determinism  of  infidel  scientists  who  say  that  there  is  nothing 
in  the  world  but  matter,  and  that  men  are  only  dust  figures, 
driven  by  material  foroes.  Socialism  in  its  second  tide  came 
with  altruism  and  philanthropy,  and  still  again  it  flowed  with 
the  rarest  practices  of  Christian  charity;  everything  good  and 
bad  is  in  the  flood  now.  Socialism  means  now, — for  there 
must  be  a  score  of  different  fonns  and  different  definitions  of 
socialism,  everything  good  and  everything  evil.  The  best 
of  men  now  say  that  they  are  socialists  in  some  sense,  and 
who  would  not  be  a  socialist  except  a  juniker,  a  swollen  capi- 
talist, or  a  rapacious  profiteer?  Marxian  Socialism  is  the  con- 
crete revolutionary  socialism  that  fills  Soviet  and  Bolshevist 
with  their  import;  it  has  been  growing  in  book  theories  and 
partial  experiments  for  about  one  hundred  and  twenty-five 
years;  it  was  first  ad^vocated  by  Babeux,  St.  Simon,  Fourier, 
Owen,  Blanc,  Prudhon,  matured  and  completed  in  its  speci- 
fications and  details  by  the  evil  over-genius  of  Marx,  and  is 
now  energising  in  Russia.  It  laorrowed  its  metaphysical  prin- 
ciples from  such  respecta/ble  philosophers  as  Auguste  Compte, 
and  our  own  special  and  petted  favorite,  Herbert  Spencer. 
Wno  could  be  more  respectable  than  these  favorite  sons  of 
English  literature  and  modern  science,  Darwin,  Huxley,  and 
Tyndal  1  They  completed  the  revolution  of  religion  begun  by 
Luther,  and  their  theories  were  found  .admirable  by  Marx 
and  his  red  i-evolutionists,  who  revelled  in  revolution  and 
blood.  Trotsky  and  Lenine  by  their  favor  have  been  elevated 
from  the  slums  to  the  empty  palaces  of  the  Czar.  Who  shall 
deny  the  ultimate  power  of  college  professors  and  slum  jour- 
nalists when  rightly  combined?  This  great  movement  ran 
a  premature  course  in  the  LTnited  States  and  broke  out  in  the 
Hayiiiarket  Riots  of  Chicago ;  it  was  scheduled  at  that  time  to 
do  for  the  States  what  it  is  doing  for  Russia  now.  It  issued 
from  anarchistic  printing  offices  into  the  streets  on  that  oc- 
casion to  blow  up  a  lew  Irish  policemen,  and  illustrated  n-ews- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  11 

papers  were  then  glutted  with  views  showing  how  learned 
theories  go  into  practice ;  of  printing  presses  sierv'cd  by  whis- 
kered, shaggy,  tainted-looking  men  with  wild,  desperate  pur- 
poses in  their  faces,  of  beer-cans,  lame-chairs,  knock-up  desks, 
covered  with  soiled  copies  of  Spencer,  Marx,  Engles,  etc.,  of 
free-lunch  and  beer.  These  journalists  were  outcast  univer- 
sity students  of  Bohemian  habits  and  promiscuous  lives,  self- 
made  outcasts  and  rebels  that  expended  their  weird  intelli- 
gence on  midnight  copy  of  incendiary  newspapers  to  be  spread 
broadcast  among  the  down-trodden  working  classes.  Parsons, 
Spies,  Engle,  and  Schwab,  were  executed  and  the  States  freed 
from  that  time  forward  from  the  taint  of  red  anarchy  which 
we  now  call  Bolshevism.  The  Labor  Unions  in  the  United 
States  can  be  said  to  be  fairly  immune  from  that  time  to  the 
doctrines  of  International  Socialism. 

It  is  regrettable  that  this. form  of  Socialism  seems  to  taint 
at  present  the  labor  unions  of  Canada,  and  it  only  shows  that 
our  labour  unions  on  wh,ich  the  salvation  of  future  Canada 
depends  are  in  an  inceptive  and  formative  state.  The  leaders 
of  these  unions  are  emissaries  of  the  European  Socialism  that 
is  threatening  England.  The  subversive  errors  of  the  Reds 
derived  from  our  literary  Spencer  is  rank  Materialism  that 
knows  no  first  canse  but  matter,  and  no  providence  but  the 
currents  of  its  laws ;  for  humans  are  the  flotsam  and  jetsam 
of  uncui^bed  nature ;  the  spawn  and  froth  scientifically  called 
protoplasm  that  settles  on  the  ocean's  shores.  What  religion, 
law  and  morality  can  be  impressed  upon  such?  The  soul  is 
the  brain,  and  the  brain  is  eomposed  of  familiar  ehemicals. 
Talk  as  well  of  moral  restraint  to  the  liver  and  intestines  as 
to  the  brain.  The  animal  is  a  true  socialist,  for  he  lives  by  the 
broad  board  of  nature;  he  is  fed  and  furnished,  lives  and 
loves,  and  roams  free  of  all  possessions,  and  is  finally  buried 
in  some  way  or  other  by  socialistic  nature.  Socialism  has  no 
religion,  no  marriage,  no  personal  property,  no  government, 
uo  restraints,  but  the  mutual  agreements  of  bears  in  a  cave 
to  hunt  together,  to  share  a  feast,  then  to  retire  each  to  his 


12  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

corner  by  mutual  agreement  or  custom;  thus,  too,  reason 
and  labor  are  to  minister  to  our  wants  in  factories,  farms, 
mines,  railroads,  markets,  theatres,  schools,  in  greater  com- 
plexity indeed,  but  on  the  same  fundamental  understanding  of 
physical  individuality,  but  moral  socialism. 

The  Errors  of  Individualism. 

A  compressed  and  succinct  expression  of  individualism  is 
the  complete  liberty  of  the  individual  citizen  in  poli- 
tics and  business  with  the  understanding  that  liberty  and 
equality  are  practically  synonymous.  Political  economists, 
however,  at  the  present  time  generally  admit  that  this  liberty 
has  led  to  the  shocking  economic  inequality  that  Socialism 
everywhere  is  endeavoring  to  redress.  The  paradox  of  poli- 
tical economy,  the  new  science  of  modern  times  has  arisen,  that 
liberty  leads  to  slavery.  Set  all  men  fully  free  as  the  Liberal 
party  would  in  England,  Rosseau  philosophy  in  France,  and 
the  Declaration  of  Independence  in  the  United  States,  and  in 
three  hundred  years  economic  slavery,  which  is  the  worst 
form  of  s>erfdom,  will  ensue.  In  these  three  hundred  years 
of  the  immediate  past  that  have  set  up  the  towering  fa:brics 
of  modern  nations  and  industries,  and  colossal  private  for- 
tunes by  the  so-called  Industrial  Revolution,  individualism 
has  been  glorified  and  contrasted  triumphantly  with  the  stag- 
nant condition  of  society  of  the  Catholic  age  previous.  The 
triumph  of  political  liberty,  commerce  and  scientific  discov- 
ery of  the  last  three  hundred  years  are  indeed  too  great  and 
too  gratifying  to  be  contradicted,  but  there  must  be  a  deep 
flaw  in  this  system  when  the  world  is  clamoring  for  a  revolu- 
tion to  overthrow  it  in  the  name  of  liberty  and  equality. 
The  political  economy  of  Individualism  as  presented  by  Adam 
Smith,  Malthus  and  Stewart  Mill,  has  been  amply  realized 
and  yet  has  proved  a  failure;  Bosseau's  revolutionary  cry 
may  now  be  used  against  himself  and  his  individualism,  "Man 
is  born  free  and  is  everywhere  in  chains."  Government  re- 
gulations for  trade,  guild  laws  and  legal  prices  for  the  com- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  18 

modities  of  life  were  held  up  by  these  economists  as  obstruc- 
tions to  commerce  and  are  now  dug  up  by  Socialists  and 
oppressed  as  barriers  to  the  ruthless  course  of  individualism 
of  the  present  time.  The  und-erlying  theory  of  individualism 
as  proposed  by  J.  J.  Rosseau,  is  the  optimism  that  human  na- 
ture contains  as  its  native  qualities,  goodness,  equality  and  free- 
dom ;  each  citizen  should  consult,  labor  and  vote  for  his  own 
individual  interests  and  the  resultant  ooUective  summary  of 
such  individual  application  will  be  a  perfect  government  and 
society.  The  result,  however,  has  been  monopolies,  profiteer- 
ing, swollen  fortunes,  insatiable  greed,  and  in  a  word,  posses- 
sion of  the  world  by  a  few,  and  albject  poverty  and  slavery 
for  the  others.  The  glories  of  American  freedom  seem  a  snare 
and  delusion  to  the  millions  of  simple  Russians  that  are  to-day 
marching  under  the  Red  flag.  They  have  just  escaped  the 
Czars  and  they  tell  us  that  they  have  greater  horror  of  the 
capitalists;  perhaps  many  of  them  have  starved  in  American 
cities. 

Where  Does  the  Catholic  Church  Stand? 

When  the  Catholic  Church  is  placed  squarely,  vis-a-vis 
with  Socialism,  she  must  be  called  an  irreconcilable  enemy. 
The  Church  stands  by  her  explicit  traditions  of  belief  and| 
practice  and  by  reasion  of  recent  definitions  in  favor  of  private; 
and  individual  ownership  of  all  goods  of  fortune,  of  land  and 
capital  in  every  shape  and  form.  Even  the  theory  of  Henry- 
George  against  private  ownership  of  land  was  promptly  con- 
demned as  well  as  the  other  theories  of  universal  socialism.f 
We  do  not  know  what  nations  will  eventually  come  to;  per- 
haps they  will  swing  to  socialism  and  insult  the  Church  for  her 
theories,  but  we  know  where  the  Church  will  stand,  for  in  the- 
midst  of  the  storm  she  has  nailed  her  flag  to  the  mast.  Doesj 
the  Church,  then,  favor  individualism,  the  selfish  system  that- 
is  bringing  ruin  on  the  world?  There  is  an  old  saying  tliiat 
the  Church  repeats  best  in  her  own  Latin  tongue,  "Bonum  eX 
Integra  causa,  malum  ex  quovis  defectu";  a  good  thing  should 


14  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


be  wholly  good ;  an  evil  thing  may  be  evil  only  in  one  point. 
Individualism  would  be  good  if  it  were  controlled  by  the 
State;  it  is  essentially  correct,  but  has  many  a'buses  clinging 
to  it,— the  essential  tenets  of  socialism  are  wrong.  Good  writ- 
ers, in  trying  to  formulate  a  principle  of  conduct  in  this  con- 
juncture say  in  behalf  of  the  Church's  doctrines,  that  the. 
State  must  control  private  fortunes,  lest  they  become  a  nuis^ 
ance  to  the  public  good,  and  it  must  be  wary  in  such  restric- 
tions lest  it  injure  the  rights  of  private  ownership.  Socialistic 
writers  generally  assert,  and  we  agree  with  them,  that  the 
so-called  Catholic  Socialism  when  taken  in  the  modern  spe- 
cific sense  of  Socialism,  is  an  absurdity  and  a  contradiction. 
Christian  Socialism,  professed  and  invoked  by  many  Catho- 
lics, must  'be  essentially  different  from  concrete  modern  So- 
cialism that  has  for  its  central  and  essential  principle  the 
negation  of  private  ownership  of  all  capital. 

We  can  readily  admit  that  Socialism  may  be  stripped  of 
its  many  immoral  features  that  are  adverse  to  religion,  govern- 
ment and  marriage,  and  may  'be  confined  to  a  purely  economic 
or  business  system  that  regulates  goods  of  fortune.  But  even 
in  this  last  element  it  is  still  unethical  and  immoral  by  deny- 
ing private  ownership  of  land,  and  other  instruments  of  capi- 
tal. The  plot  of  land  that  the  peasant  clears  and  improves 
in  prairie  or  forest,  and  that  holds  his  cottage,  his  wife  and 
his  little  ones  is  his  own,  and  in  it  he  invests  his  labor  for  him- 
self and  for  them,  and  there  is  no  bank  s.o  safe  as  'a  reserve 
fund  for  future  needs.  The  old  homestead  is  a  fund  for  all, 
for  widow  and  orphans  when  death  comes  to  call  him.  This 
is  his  natural  right  and  privilege,  that  Church  or  State  does 
not  give,  and  cannot  take  away;  it  is  a  right  anterior  to  both, 
for  it  comes  to  him  at  birth  with  nature ;  it  comes  like  the 
right  of  marriage,  and  the  right  to  govern  and  educate  his 
children.  These  natural  rights  are  inherent  in  each  member 
of  the  human  family,  and  Church  and  State  can  only  legis- 
late to  preserve,  to  consolidate  and  to  secure  the  same  to  each 
member  in  due  measure.     To  suppress  trusts  and  profiteering 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  15 

capitalism,  to  curtain  and  tax  exhorbitant  ownership,  to  estab- 
lish legal  rents  and  legal  prices  for  commodities  of  life,  to 
set  up  public  ownership  of  the  great  public  utilities,  are  mea- 
sures allowed  and  perhaps  required  in  order  to  secure  the 
individual  his  rights  of  nature.  If  this  curtailing  influence 
is  Socialism  then  the  Church  may  easily  be  called  socialistic. 
Further,  if  altruism,  public  philanthropy,  social  action,  and 
cordial  social  interest  in  our  fellowmen  in  every  way  possible 
be  socialism,  then  the  Chur-ch  is  certainly  socialistic,  for  she 
preaches  the  charity  of  Christ  that  urges  us  to  give  up  all 
— and  even  our  very  lives — for  our  fellowmen. 

The  Living  Wage. 

To  distribute  a  Living  Wage  is  the  salient  and  outcrying 
problem  of  the  present  industrial  revolutionary  movement, 
whether  the  conflict  precipitates  itself  into  physical  and  san- 
guinary outbursts,  or  remains  pent  up  in  not  less  acrimonious 
daily  strivings  of  Labor  against  Capital.  To  correct  this  su- 
perficial and  economic  evil  of  unequal  distribution  of  profits 
between  Labor  and  Capital,  the  great  mass  of  humanity  seems 
ready  to  tear  up  the  very  foundations  of  religion,  govern- 
ment, and  civilization  itself.  We  hear  the  threnody  of  Jere- 
mias  again,  "All  her  people  seek  bread,  they  have  given  all 
their  precious  things  for  food."  The  theory  of  Socialism  is 
to  give  up  everything  for  economic  equality,  even  political 
independence.  Of  course  naturally  and  reasonably  all  things 
seem  a  mockery  to  a  starving  people,  and  when  men  walk 
the  streets  in  poverty  and  unemployment,  they  feel  like  men 
without  a  nation.  The  political  economists  of  our  extrava- 
gant individualism  gravely  tell  us  that  a  living  wage  cannot 
be  secured  to  all;  but  if  this  word  were  true  it  should  be  the 
signal  for  a  revolution ;  for  the  colossal  fortunes  of  the  present 
day,  and  luxury  profuse  beyond  precedent  in  history,  com- 
bined with  such  doctrines,  issuing  from  learned  books  to  the 
suffering  mass  of  humanity  brings  neither  a  balm  nor  a  seda- 
tive.   The  Church,  which  is  not  a  school  of  political  economy 


16  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

or  sociology,  but  of  religion  and  ethics,  declares  for  the  living 
wage  on  purely  ethical  principles.  The  Church  means  by  her 
decision  merel}^  to  say  that  governments  by  their  legislation, 
and  individual  citizens,  in  obedience  to  the  same,  must  in  con- 
science provide  a  living  wag©  for  'all,  and  for  the  same  reason 
that  orphanages,  asylums,  and  hospitals  must  be  instituted 
and  supported  by  society.  We  can  readily  perceive  that  this 
solution  is  not  an  economic  one,  but  is  purely  religious  and 
ethical.  A  critical  queistion  arises  h-ere,  viz. :  Should  it  be 
necessary  for  the  Church  to  put  this  moral  duty  of  govern- 
ments under  the  feet  of  the  masses  as  their  proximate  support? 
It  is  indeed  a  footing  to  th^i  whole  social  fabric,  but  must 
the  masses  of  humanity  be  in  a  sense  pauperized  in  order  to 
secure  them  a  living  wage?  This  problem  is  difficult  because 
it  is  not  one  of  abstract  proportions  and  ratios  between  labor 
and  capital  in  their  respective  merits,  and  that  economists 
can  settle  from  their  minds  out:  we  grow  weary  of  their 
clamors  and  contradictions;  it  is  a  problem  of  the  pragmatism 
of  practical  life. 

Socialists  are  certainly  wrong  in  affirming  that  labor  is  the 
only  producing  factor  in  human  industry;  but  they  should  be 
quite  right  in  maintaining  that  when  labor  is  compared  with 
the  other  factors  of  industry,  talent  and  capital,  it  is  shame- 
fully underpaid.  A  living  wage  would  surely  accrue  to  labor  if 
its  value  were  estimated,  not  by  the  mincing  arguments  gener- 
ally adduced  when  it  is  compared  with  capital  and  creative 
talent,  but  by  a  general  estimate  taken  from  its  own  indis- 
pensibility.  What  is  the  sense  of  comparing  one  part  of  an 
organism  with  another  when  all  are  indispensible,  on©  part 
of  a  picture  with  another,  or  one  part  of  a  chemical  compound 
with  the  other  ingredients?  A  sensible  matter-of-fact  esti- 
mate must  be  given  to  labor,  and  then  the  diving  wage  will 
be  a  natural  consequence.  The  swollen  fortunes  of  capitalists, 
their  waste,  luxury  and  riot,  indicate  that  there  is  plenty  in 
the  products  of  human  industry  to  supply  the  living  wage. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  17 


By  Rev.  Julian  Johnstone. 

At  eventide,  when  the  Virgin  Mary 

Walks  the  sweet  Sicilian  vales, 
Every  dell  and  hillock  airy 

Rings   with    song    of   nightingales ; 
For  the  birds  know  she  is  bringing 

(Roses  red  to  deck  the  dales, 
And  the  night  is  filled  with  ringing 

Music  of  the  nightingales. 

Poet  would  you  learn  the  airy 

Music  of  those  lovely  vales, 
Build   your   lays   in    praise    of   Mary 

Loved   of  all   the   nightingales! 
Love  of  Mary  is  the  Fountain 

Of  all  song  where  song  prevails; 
'Tis  the  Rose  upon   the  mountain, 

That  inspires  the  nightingales. 

Learn  to  love  'the  Virgin  Mary, 

Queen  of  Paradise's  dales! 
And  her  praises  learn  to  vary 

Even  as  the  nightingales. 
Then  your  music  will  be  tender 

As  the  music  of  those  vales, 
When  they  sing  the  Virgin's  splendor 

Echoing  the  nightingales. 


18 ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

The    Shepher  d*s    Fire 

By  iSELMA  Laoerlof. 

(Translated  by  Caroline  D.  Swan.)  ; 

/-||\N  Christmas  Day  every  one  had  gone  to  church  except 
yipf  grandmother  and  myself.  I  think  we  were  alone  in  the 
house ;  we  could  not  go  with  the  rest  because  1  was  too 
young  and  she  too  old.  We  were  both  sad,  because  we  had 
not  been  taken  to  Mass  and  had  missed  seeing  the  Christmas 
tapers. 

But  while  we  were  sitting  there  in  solitude,  grandmother 
began  thus: 

"Once  there  was  a  man  who  went  out  into  the  black  night 
to  get  some  fire.  He  went  from  door  to  door,  knocking  every- 
where. "Good  friends,"  he  cried,  "help  me!  My  wife  has 
just  brought  a  child  into  the  world.  I  must  have  fire  to  keep 
her  warm — and  also  the  little  one." 

But  the  darkness  was  deep ;  all  were  a-sleep — no  one  ans- 
wered him.  So  the  man  went  on  his  Avay.  Suddenly,  how- 
ever, he  perceived  a  light  shining  at  some  distance  away. 
Going  toward  it,  he  saw  a  fire  lighted  in  the  open  air.  Some 
white  sheep  were  sleeping  round  it  and  an  old  shepherd 
squatting  on  the  ground  Avas  guarding  the  flock. 

"When  the  man  in  quest  of  fire  approached  the  sheep,  he 
saw  three  big  dogs  asleep  at  the  feet  of  the  shepherd.  All 
three  woke  and  opened  their  great  mouths  to  bail;  but  not 
a  sound  came. 

The  man  noticed  that  their  hair  bristled  up  and  that  their 
sharp  teeth  gleamed  very  white  in  the  firelight.  Then,  all 
three  flung  themselves  upon  him.  One  seized  him  by  the  leg, 
another  by  the  hand,  the  third  caught  him  by  the  throat;  but 
their  jaws  and  teeth  refused  to  do  duty  and  the  man  remained 
unharmed. 

Then  he  sought  to  reach  the  fire  to  get  M'hat  he  wanted. 
But  the  sheep  were  so  numerous  and  lay  so  close  together  that 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  IS 

he  could  not  open  a  way  to  it.  So  he  had  to  walk  over  and 
on  them.    Yet  not  one  of  them  woke  nor  stirred." 

Up  to  this  point  I  had  listened  to  my  grandmother  without 
interruption,  but  I  could  do  so  no  longer. 

''Why  was  it,  grandmother?"  I  asked. 

•'You  shall  know  in  a  minute,"  said  she,  and  continued 
thus: 

' '  When  the  man  had  drawn  near  the  fire  th*  shepherd  raised 
his  head.  He  was  an  old  man,  irritable,  malicious  and  harsh 
to  everyone.  As  soon  as  he  saw  the  strangeT  he  clutched  his 
long,  sharp-pointed  crook  and  hurled  it  at  him.  The  crook 
flew,  whistling,  at  the  man ;  but,  before  reaching  him,  deviated 
and  went  to  bury  itself  in  the  ground." 

I  interrupted  my  grandmother  again. 

"Grandmother,  why  would  not  the  staff  strike  the  man?" 

She  made  no  attempt  to  answer  me,  but  went  straight  on. 
"Then  the  man  approached  the  shepherd  and  said,  'My  friend, 
help  me  out  and  let  me  take  a  little  of  your  fire !  My  wife 
has  just  borne  a  child  and  I  must  have  some  warmth  for  her 
and  the  babe.' 

"The  shepherd  would  have  liked  to  refuse;  but  he  thought 
of  the  dogs  that  would  not  bark,  of  the  sheep  which  had  not 
been  startled,  of  the  crook  which  would  not  strike,  and  he  was 
afraid. 

"  'Take  what  you  need,'  he  said  to  the  stranger. 

"The  fire  was  beginning  to  burn  out.  Neither  boughs  nor 
branches  blazed,  it  was  now  but  a  great  mass  of  red  coals — 
and  the  man  had  no  shovel  nor  anything  to  carry  the  coals 
away  in. 

"Perceiving  this,  the  shepherd  added,  'Take  as  much  as 
you  like.' 

"And  he  chuckled  over  the  idea  that  the  man  would  not 
be  able  to  take  any  at  all. 

"But  the  man  bent  down,  pushed  away  the  ashes  and  took 
up  in  his  bare  hands  some  of  the  red  coals,  which  he  laid  on 
the  corner  of  his  mantle.     The  live  embers  did  not  burn  his 


20  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

hands  nor  his  clothing  and  he  tore  them  away  as  if  they 
had  been  apples  or  nuts." 

For  the  third  time  the  story-teller  was  interrupted :  "Grand- 
mother, why  would  not  the  coals  burn  the  man?" 

"You  are  going  to  see,"  said  grandmother.  "When  the 
shepherd,  who  was  a  harsh  and  cruel  man,  beheld  these  things, 
he  began  to  ask  himself,  'What  kind  of  a  night  is  this,  when 
the  dogs  do  not  bark,  the  sheep  do  not  stir,  the  crook  will  not 
hurt,  and  the  fire  will  not  burn?'  He  called  the  stranger  back 
and  asked  him,  'What  strange  night  is  this  when  even  inani- 
mate things  show  mercy?' 

"The  man  replied,  'I  can  not  tell  you  if  you  do  not  see.' 

"And  he  hurried  away  to  carry  warmth  to  his  wife  and 
child. 

"But  the  shepherd  thought  he  ought  not  to  lose  sight  of  this 
man  without  learning  what  all  this  signified.  So  he  rose  and 
followed  him.  And  the  shepherd  soon  found  that  the  man 
had  not  even  a  cot  or  a  hut ;  his  wife  and  his  child  were  lying 
in  the  depths  of  a  cave  in  the  mountains,  whose  walls  of  stone 
were  cold  and  bare. 

"He  thought  of  the  poor  little  innocent,  who  ran  risk  of 
dying  from  the  cold,  and,  although  a  hard  man,  he  was  touch- 
ed by  this  extreme  misery.  He  took  his  bag  from  his  shoulder 
and  drew  out  of  it  a  sheepskin,  white,  fleecy  and  soft.  Thisi  he 
gave  to  the  stranger,  bidding  him  lay  his  babe  down  to  sleep 
upon  it. 

* '  Then,  at  the  very  moment  he  gave  this  proof  of  good- will 
and  charity  his  eyes  were  opened  and  he  saw  what  he  could 
not  see  before  and  heard  what  he  could  not  then  hear. 

He  beheld  all  round  him  a  circle  of  angels  with  silver 
wings.  Each  of  them  held  a  stringed  instrument  and  with  full, 
clear  voices  they  sang  how  on  this  night  a  Saviour  was  born, 
Who  should  save  his  peop^le  from  their  sins. 

"Then  he  understood  at  once  why  all  things  were  so  full 
of  joy  that  on  that  night  they  would  work  neither  harm  nor 
hurt. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  21 


"Not  in  the  cave  aloue  were  there  angels;  but  he  saw  them 
everywhere,  sitting  on  the  steeps  of  the  mountain  or  in  flight 
across  the  sky.  They  came  in  groups  down  the  road  and  all 
stopped  to  behold  the  Child. 

"Everywhere  there  was  delight,  everywhere  joy,  every- 
where song  and  mirth.  And  the  shepherd  saw  all  this  in  the 
black  night  where  before  he  could  see  nothing.  So  happy 
was  he  to  think  that  his  eyes  were  opened  that  he  fell  on  his 
knees  and  gave  thanks  to  God." 

When  grandmother  had  reached  this  point  in  her  story  she 
sighed  and  said:  "But  what  the  shepherd  saw,  we,  too,  can 
see.  The  angels  fly  across  the  sky  every  iChristmas  night  and  it 
only  depends  upon  us  to  see  them." 

Then  she  put  her  hand  on  my  head  and  added:  "You 
will  remember  this  always,  for  it  is  as  true  as  that  you  see  me 
and  I,  you!  It  is  not  the  lamps  nor  the  tapers  that  matter. 
We  need  neither  sun  nor  moon,  but  only  eyes  that  can  open, 
to  behold  the  sphmdors  of  God." 


By  Dr.  William  J.  Fischer, 

W^hite  lamb,  from  a  great  Father's  mighty  fold, 
White  star  upon  the  year's  stained,  darkened  blue, 
White  lily   'mid  life's  rosemarj^  and  rue — 

White  child,  the  sweetest  treasure  in  Love's  gold! 

Ah,  little  soul!  you  do  not  know  the  cold 
Or  fever  of  the  struggle;  the  light  dew 
Lies  fresh  upon  your  flowered  face,  and,  through 

Your  silken  tresses,  sunbeams  wade.    Behold ! 

In  your  young  heart  are  sleeping  dreams,  growTi  wise; 
On  your  red  lips  the  flush  of  newborn  day. 
And,  in  your  soul,  the  peace,  too  deep  for  name, 
Clear  mirrored  in  the  sky-blue  of  your  eyes. 
By  cheerful  Hope  so  richly  starred,  0  may 

God  take  you  'back  as  pure,  child,  as  you  came ! 


22  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Spiritism  and  Religion  by  Rev.  Dr. 
Johann  Liljencrants 

A  Review  by  the  Very  Rev.  A.  O'Malley,  LL.D. 

^jT^  ITERATURE  is  the  life  of  the  human  race  portrayed  and 
^IJ  preserved  in  permanent  form.  The  journalism  of  the 
day  pours  out  a  tide  of  truculent  treason  against  the 
truth.  Purchased  patriots,  inspired  correspondents  and  paid 
press-'a gents,  pervert  the  news,  which,  then  takes  on  the 
chameleon  colors  that  imperialistic  or  proletarian  propaganda 
desires.  For  reasons  political,  for  reasons  economical,  for 
reasons  religious,  despatches  are  distorted,  if  the  truth  is  not 
already  done  to  death  before  riding  on  the  cable's  coruscating 
car.  What  a  crime !  What  a  calamity !  And,  too, 
a  conspiracy  of  silence  like  that  preceding  doom,  reigns 
for  weeks  if  the  mentors  of  the  million  deem  the  truth  a  poi- 
son to  their  'cause.  No  wonder  the  proletariat  is  pitching  the 
press  and  the  powers  that  feed  it  into  the  sea- — and  woe  to  them 
if  it  be  a  sea  of  blood !  Moreover,  journals  that  rejoice  in  the 
name  of  national,  without  any  apparent  shame,  correct  in  a 
few  days  factitious  and  even  fictitious  reports.  Editorial 
comments  are  caricature  and  comedy,  and  the  public  are  fed 
upon  a  diet  of  farce  and  fiction.  Now  the  underworld  has  be- 
com-e  the  wonderworld;  the  plelbians,  not  the  patricians,  are 
writing  the  present  page  of  history,  and  this  will  be  a  litera- 
ture, for  it  will  be  instinct  with  the  truth. 

There  are  other  forces,  too,  that  always  have  corrected 
the  infernal  propaganda  that  broods  upon  the  great  abyss 
like  chaos  on  creation,  that  is  the  daily  press. 

We  have  only  to  wait  a  week,  a  month,  and  the  acids 
begin  to  test  the  truth ;  test  the  lies ;  test  the  silence ;  test  the 
conspiracy;  test  th.e  dishonesty;  test  the  tissue  of  deception 
that  has  rolled  on  in  torrents,  in  cataracts,  like  Niagara.  The 
weekly,  the  monthly,  the  quarterly  reviews,  are  neither  pur- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  28 

chasable  nor  pliant.  They  are  more  pitiless,  more  rigid,  more 
personal.  Pride  of  a  very  sensitive  sort  is  more  assailable 
here,  and  scholarship  winces  when  impugned.  Even  reputation 
for  dignity,  veracity,  and  honour  will  not  easily  wander  from 
the  ways  direct  —  the  rugged,  righteous  road  that  has  be- 
come a  "primrose  path  of  silence"  to  the  great  and  stern 
reviewer.  And  then  there  is  the  author  of  books.  His  name 
is  legion.  Succeed  or  fail,  he  strikes  the  living  rock  and 
mountains  det-er  him  not.  Conscious  of  his  higher  call,  he  is 
immune  to  the  shafts  of  criticism.  None  of  these  are  at  the 
propagandists' beck.  They  will  not  work  for  hire.  Their  eyes 
are  fixed  on  the  polar  star.  They  would  reign  on  Parnassus 
with  the  Gods  and  are  immovable  by  the  siren  seductiopis  of 
syndicate. 

I  do  not  mean  that  history,  romance,  poetry,  literature, 
see  with  a  single  eye.  No!  Therein  resides  its  glory.  "No 
man,"  says  Morley,  "goes  to  the  archives  without  his  keys." 
Men  have  their  prejudices,  their  prepossessions.  Heredity, 
physical  and  psychical  is  a  fact.  Families  are  mathematical, 
mystic,  romantic;  they  inherit  their  bent.  And,  too,  the  age 
with  its  philosophies,  statescraft,  religions  and  morality,  is  as 
ciroumambient  as  the  air.  No  man  can  escape  it.  No  man 
can  resist  it.  No  man  can  rise  above  it.  Men  will  clash  in 
these  as  all  cosmic  forces  clash.;  centuriess  will  clash.  'Tis  a 
long  wait,  'but  time  will  not  hurry.  The  stars  didn't  glitter 
that  way  in  their  dawn,  the  dust  had  first  to  fall  away.  But 
the  nearer  clash  of  intellects  and  consciences  that  occur  to- 
day is  our  hope.  Even  if  it  does  not  precipitate  the  truth,  one 
can  see  the  crystals  forming.  It  is  the  impact  of  those  forces 
and  factors  that  flings  the  fire  of  truth  like  suns  into  our 
hungering,  eager  eyes. 

Criticism,  too,  has  become  a  science.  It  is  of  the  second 
order.  It  is  not  so  grand  as  authorship,  for  the  author  must 
create.  I  speak  not  of  the  compiler.  The  composer,  the  in- 
ventor I  have  in  mind.  The  critic  and  the  author  are  polar, 
antipedal;  they  are  planetary  in  their  clash,.     Between  their 


24  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


jar,  justice  resides.  The  critics  are  almost  uniformly  savage 
and  severe.  'Tis  well ;  though  Keats  was  killed  thereby.  The 
residue  in  such  a  clash  will  have  both  mass  and  matter  and 
will  long  remain  to  challenge  awe  and  admiration.  The  critic 
all  must  suffer  and  many  sulk  at  his  liands  and  under  his 
irebuke,  and  even  through  his  injustice,  yet  it  is  the  price 
that  men  must  pay  for  literature,  if  literature  is  the  mirror 
of  society  and  life. 

Dr.  Liljencrants'  book  is  a  substantial  contribution  to  the 
Jiterature  of  the  subject  he  treats,  viz.,  "Spiritualism  and 
(Religion.''  His  impartiality  is  splendid;  his  patience  heroic; 
Jiis  acumen  keen;  his  analysis  thorough;  his  balance  is  per- 
fect; his  stylcl  is  staid;  and  the  work  is  a  credit  to  the  man 
iand  his  Alma  Mater. 
(      This  is  not  flattery,  this  is  fact. 

1  Nor  is  the  critical,  impartial,  patient  mind  which  he  brings 
to  his  tasik  a  rarity  or  phenomenon  in  modern  times.  Even 
.historians  now  leave  romance  and  gaudy  rhetoric  behind.  'Tis 
jio  small  task  either  to  amusei,  to  instruct,  to  entertain  or  to 
.enlighten,  which  is  his  office,  without  the  picturesque — the 
.pallette  and  the  paint  Yet  such  is  the  severity  which  modern 
taste  and  thought  de/mand,  if  not  dictate.  When  one  thinks 
of  Herodotus  and  Thucydides,  the  two  perennial  princes  of 
(history  where  invention  is  as  plentiful  as  fact,  no  wonder 
uVIacaulaj^  was  jealous  of  their  preserve  and  their  privilege;. 
i  Yet  modern  art  is  not  bereft  of  means.  It  can  choose  the 
ipitch  and  the  key.  dignity  and  repose  and  .poweir  are  almost 
las  attractive  to  the  cultured  mind  as  the  human  touch  that 
,rate,  one  must  not  poison  the  wells.  History  i-s  the  great  re- 
servoir of  human  experience  and  candor  must  keep  it  clear. 
No  man  who  to-day  would  mount  Parnassus  and  dwell  with 
the  immortals,  can  ignore  conseience  and  criticism. 

Thei  author,  if  dignified,  didactie  and  dry,  has  chosen  the 
,key  that  was  necessary,  nay  inevitable,  in  treating  the  most  pro- 
;saic  of  subjects  that  falls  to  the  lot  of  the  literary  man — sift- 
ing a  mountain  .cf  evidence. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  25 


The  great  Catholic  theologians  writing  on  questions  of  pro- 
found moral  and  religious  import  like  the  present,  have  al- 
ways treated  their  subjects  with  clearness,  serenity  and  logic. 
'Eteirnal  truth  was  their  aim.  They  held  principles  drawn 
from  the  deeps  of  reason  and  revelation — principles  con-se- 
rrated by  the  approval  of  the  Cliureh  and  society  in  every 
age ;  these  were  the  moulds  through  which  the  molten  matter 
of  fiction  and  fact  must  pass.  They  stood  like  the  gleaner  in 
liis  granary,  with  a  fan  in  their  hands,  to  separate  the  chaff 
from  the  wlieat.  There  lay  on  the  floor  only  the  golden  grain 
of  truth  that  the  unlearned  and  the  unstable  might  not  bq  poi- 
soned with  error  and  untruth. 

<  Dr.  Liljencrants  is  a  theologian ;  he  has  the  temper,  the 
talent  and  the  touch  of  the  masteirs,  and  time  will  ripen  them 
into  a  rich  harvest,  I  hope,  for  humanity  and  the  Church. 

"We  must  not  be  surprised  if  he  avoids  the  popular  vein 
and  the  garish  graces  of  style.  His  aim  is  to  convey  with 
clearness  and  cumulative  effect  the  conclusions  he  infers  from 
the  data  and  premises,  that  mountains  of  matter  before  him 
contain.  It  is  true  the  greatest  of  thinkers,  St.  Paul,  St.  Au- 
gustine, St.  Bernard,  Plato,  were  rhetorical,  eloquent  and  im- 
passioned, but  few  men  there  are  who  can  afford  to  follow 
them  in  this;  for  by  comparison  they  would  inefvitably  fail. 
•And  besides,  the  modern  dialectic  demands  almost  mathema- 
tical precision  and  plan.  The  market,  too,  is  flooded  with 
the  ephemeral  flowery  style  and  the  author  ean  well  afford 
the  formal  treatment  and  staid  analysis  which  he  has  chosen 
for  his  work. 

It  is  no  holiday  to  review  such  a  work;  it  is  a  real  task 
and  would  requirei  a  pen  steeped  in  the  literature  of  the  sub- 
ject. T  can  lay  no  claim  to  such  nor  pretend  to  play  the  cri- 
tic's part,  though  I  have  pursued  in  plenty  the  seance-lore 
for  as  many  years  as  the  author  is  now  old.  When  yet  still 
young  I  read  of  Joan  of  Arc  and  wondeired  at  her  voices  and 
her  visions.  Were  they  psychological  or  supernatural?  The 
Church  has  now  decided.  Gil  re  Eais,  the  blue  beard  of  Brit- 
tany, and  his  diabolic  doings,  his  black  magic  and  his  sacrifice 


26  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

of  children,  horrified  my  youthful  mind.  I  read  Washington 
Irving 's  "Leigend  of  Sleepy  Hollow,"  and  wondered  why 
they  burned  witches.  I  heard  of  amulets  and  charms,  dreams 
and  trances,  seances  and  table-turning,  somnambulism,  hypnot- 
ism, mesmerism,  and  the  haunted  house!  I  forgot  that.  That 
is  the  best  of  all.  Theire  was  a  rookery  on  every  country  road 
and  it  did  make  me  whistle,  as  boys  are  wont  to  do,  in  pass- 
ing graveyards  in  the  yawning  time  of  night.  Sometimes  re- 
inforced, on  Hallowe'en,  with  pumpkin  candles,  we  mad^i  a 
raid  on  one  of  the  uninhaJbited  haunts — I  mean  by  mortals — 
and  ghosts  chose  the  better  part  of  valor,  prudence,  and  stole 
away;  for  they  say  erring  spirits  scamper  off  to  their  un- 
earthly confines  at  first  approach  of  "light."  I  was  also 
regaled  with  stories  of  banshees,  fairies  and  goblins  by  a  tra- 
velling uncle,  but  fortunaltely  for  me  they  played  their  part 
in  Ireland.  Tam  O'Shant^r  and  Cotter's  Saturday  Night  made 
me  acquainted  with  the  Scotch  variety.  Thirty  years  ago 
I  read  all  about  the  angels  and  saints  in  theology.  I  am 
familiar  with  the  Holy  Scripture  and  know  of  heaven  and 
hell  and  their  inhabitants.  I  have  r^ad  ancient  and  modern 
drama,  which  is  an  echo  of  belief  held  sacred  in  its  day  and 
witches  and  weird  sisters  and  ghosts  come  tripping  on  the 
stage  at  every  wizard's)  call.  Notwithstanding  all  this,  I  do 
solemnly  profess  incompetence  to  properly  appreciate  the 
monumental  work  before  me.  I  will  leave  it  to  the  tender 
mercy  of  the  theologians  and  be  content  to  offer  such  remarks 
as  now  occur  to  my  untutored  tasfca 

The  work  is  a  contribution  to  Moral  Theology;  "it  is  an 
adjustment  of  the  verdict  of  theologians"  on  the  subject;  it 
pleads  propriety  by  mentioning  many  discards  such  as  usury, 
astrology  and  alchemy.  Development  of  doctrine  and  the 
progressiveness  of  theological  science  are  assumed.  The  au- 
thor leans  towards  rationalism  in  the  sense  that  marvels  must 
be  Sfcrutinized  closely,  and  sparingly  admitted  into  the  arena 
of  the  miraculous  aud  supernatural.  He  makes  this  carefully 
worded  concession  towards  the  end  of  the  book :    "There  may 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  27 

be  a  residue  in  the  ensemble  of  Spiritistic  phenomena  that  con- 
tains a  superrational  transcendental  element. 

To  the  doubting  Thomases,  and  they  are  myriads  in  this 
matter,  this  is  milk  and  honey.  Personally  I  regard  all  the 
devotees  of  Spiritism  touched  at  least  with  what  musicians 
and  actors  call  temperament.  Others  call  it  Spiritual  Exal- 
tation— something  fundamental  to  the  poeit.  Politicians  who 
in  the  past  at  least,  knew  how  to  win  elections  are  not  gifted 
at  all  with  this  fanciful  frenzy.  The  author's  conservatism 
will  make  thinkers  attid  theologians  more  careful  in  giving 
their  imprimatur  to  the  superrational  interpretation  of  facts 
that  may  easily  fall  into  the  sphere  of  the  natural.  His  opin- 
ion supported  by  a'  few  thinkers  will  makei  the  new  opinion 
''probable."  (His  dictum  that  "nothing  is  supernatural  till 
natural  powers  are  known,"  will  work  like  Occanisi'  razor  as 
to  multiplying  entities. 

Superstitions  hang  on  hard' — die  hard,  if  you  will.  It  is 
not  so  simple  a  thing  to  take  away  a  fetish.  See  how  people 
follow  fortune  telling,  hand  reading,  cup  reading,  head  read» 
ing,  anything  in  fact  that  will  give  them  a  glimpse  at  the  fu- 
ture. Curiosity  they  say  it  is;  yet  it  must  be  serious  as  well 
when  they  pay  the  price  in  kingly  current  coin.  The  rational 
reading  of  phychic  phenomena  will  only  follow  th©  lead  of 
the  literati  if  they  ever  have  sense  enough  or  shame  enough 
to  stop  exploiting  an  easy  market  and  a  palpable  weakness 
of  humanity.  The  author  has  broken  fresh  loam;  he  is  a 
hardy  pioneer.  He  has  set  a  good  example.  It  is  not  alone 
his  sane  and  sober  temperament,  his  scientific  turn  that  counts, 
but  sifted  evidence  is  constantly  accumulating;  he  has  been 
alert  in  examining  it ;  and  in  taking  advantage  of  all  the  labor 
of  societies  for  psychical  research.  Let  us  follow  the  author 
into  the  labyrinth  of  its  history,  into  its  catacomb  of  crudities. 
IHis  lantern  will  give  us  light.  As  Dante  did  with  Virgil,  let  us 
make  him  our  guide  and  surely  the  inference  of  the  poet 
could  not  present  things  more  goulish  and  ghastly  than  the 
midnight  caves  and  caverns  of  the  cult.     Let  us  imitate  his 


28  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

patience,  his  perseverance,  and  his  skill!  Let  us  eschew  the 
shrug  and  the  smile,  the  jest  and  the  sne^r !  Nay,  let  us  have 
the  air  of  scientists,  philosophers  and  pompously  put  on  our 
spectacles,  be  bewhiskered  and  wear  dishevelled  hair!  Cav- 
erns may  be  filled  with  centipedes  and  snakes  and  scorpions 
and  horrid  deadly  things,  but  our  Virgil  will  lead  us  safely 
through  the  darkest  hemispheres  of  spooks  and  spirits  and 
bring  us  out  where  shines  the  sun  of  day  and  men  are  busy 
with  the  things  of  life,  of  sense  and  light. 

He  finds  that  Mesopotamia  "between  the  rivers"  with  all 
her  ancient  glories — her  Ninevahs,  her  Babylons,  was  infected 
with  this  cult  of  demons  and  this  converse  with  the  dead; 
that  ancient  India  had  her  fakirs  and  Assyria  her  magicians 
— nay  that  China,  Egypt,  Phoenicia  and  Palestine  were  victims 
of  necromancy,  occultism  and  magic's  many  arts.  Eve'n 
Greece  and  Rome  with  all  their  arts  and  culture  indulged  in 
the  delirium  and  frenzy  of  dealing  with  the  dead.  The  Middle 
Ages  he  admits  had  magic  on  the  brain,  but  he  proudly  states 
the  fact  that  religions  and  governments  almost  everywhere 
and  always  opposed  and  ■condemned  this  most  nefarious  cult. 
But  Christianity  "was  its  most  deadly  foe  though  Judaism 
condemned  to  death  by  stoning  all  traffickers  in  the  necro- 
mancy and  kindred  arts.  The  modern  conflagration  broke  out 
in  1848  in  the  United  States.  It  was  veritably  a  recrudes- 
ce-nce  of  every  phase  and  form  of  occultism  that  the  supersti- 
tion of  man  in  antiquity  was  able  to  invent.  The  genius  of  the 
Yankee  for  frenzied  finance,  in  full  effulgence  came  pouring 
into  play.  The  Foxes  and  the  Fishes  and  the  Phelps,  all  plied 
the  profitable  trade.  Every  one  of  these  traffickers  and  trad- 
ers in  the  things  that  appear  not,  were  caught  and  convicted 
of  fraud  by  the  common  sense  of  their  countrymen.  The  fires 
of  fanaticism  soon  spread  by  one  great  leap  to  Europe.  "Lib- 
eral" Protestantism  and  men  who  had  lost  all  ■sight  of  re- 
vealed religion,  supplied  the  recruits,  and  mediums  swarme-d 
as  the  fanatics  multiplied.  France,  Germany,  and  Italy  also  fell 
for  the  fad. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  20 

Some  of  these  mediums  were  very  remarkable  to  say  the 
least.  Eupasia  Palladino,  a  little  illiterate  Italian  girl,  has 
perlmps  the  most  startling  record.  She  was  a  physical  and 
perhaps  a  psychical  phenomenon.  She  could  de  marvels  and 
new  ones  every  minute.  Cynical  professors  crowded  round 
and  she  deceived  them  as  easily  as  the  simplest  peasants,  but 
crooks  like  herself  could  catch  her.  A  thief  cJan  catch  a  thief. 
On  one  occasion  one  of  the  ''talent"  hid  under  the  table  and 
when  she  withdrew  her  foot  from  the  shoe,  a  favorite  trick, 
he  caught  it  and  she  yelled  just  like  any  other  mortal  would 
when  mice  are  prowling  around.  She  was  frequently  c*aught 
in  fraud,  but  went  right  onj  so  frantic  are  people  to  know 
the  future  that  they  believed  not  any  revelation.  Mr.  Moses, 
an  educated  English  divine,  went  into  the  business.  It  is 
hard  to  explain  him.  \Yas  he  dishonest  or  was  he  merely  a 
physical  phenomenon  and  just  simply  couldn't  resist  playing 
on  the  weakness  of  his  dupes.  Mr.  Home  also  became  famous 
and  never  once  was  convicted  of  fraud,  but  in  the  end  aban- 
doned it  and  became  a  Catholic.  Legion  is  the  name  of  edu- 
cated men  who  are  interested^ — Conan  Doyle  and  Oliver  Lodge 
are  now  its  high  priests  and  hierophants. 

The  author  has  a  chapter  on  genuine  and  spurious  pheno- 
mena and  another  on  the  identity  of  the  spirits  that  respond 
to  evocation.  They  both  carry  a  great  tonnage  of  inarticulate 
nonsense  which  he  treats  with  the  solemnity  and  the  judicial 
power  of  the  supreme  court  and  his  judgments  delivered  ex 
cathedra  are  fair  but  firm  and  definite.  He  admits  but  little 
genuine  revelations  of  the  dead.  As  to  the  identity  of  the 
spirits  he  is  even  less  sanguine.  Gurvey,  the  scientist,  talks 
like  a  rustic,  and  Myers,  the  classicist,  doesn't  even  know 
moderns  well.  Hodgson  and  Sidgewack,  two  other  celebrities, 
seem  sleepy  and  don't  do  credit  to  the  scholarship  that  was 
theirs  in  life.  After  passing  in  review  the  dialogue  with  the 
dead  the  author  •cautiously  concludes:  "Obviously  we  cannot 
accept  a  preternatural  eleiment  in  the  absence  of  positive 
proof." 


30  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

The  natural  element  underlying  all  this  sea  and  surge 
of  psychism  for  thousands  of  years  is  the  abysmal,  bottom- 
less mind  of  men.  The  author  has  a  splendid  chapter  on 
psychology  and  admits  that  while  ancients  and  moderns  have 
dealt  profoundly  with  the  subject,  the  science  is  still  in  its 
infancy.  Experimental  psychology  now  is  taking  the  place 
of  pleasant  generalizations  and  platitudes,  while  observations 
are  kept,  and  classified.  Recourse  is  had  to  every  department 
of  psychic  life  as  well  as  that  of  man.  As  knowledge  of  men, 
sane  and  insane,  is  accumulated,  the  ghost  fetish  which  is  a  pos- 
tulated solution  by  impatient,  unscrupulous  or  superstitious 
people,  will  have  to  depart.  The  author  has  faith  in  the  fu- 
ture of  this  science  and  feels  that  writers  on  the  subject  will 
do  well  to  avoid  the  syllagism  and  first  principles  as  such 
and  get  down  to  experiment  so  as  to  fathom  the  natural  re- 
sources of  the  mind  in  the  hypnotic,  somnambulistic  and  mes- 
meric state's. 

To  explain  the  phenomena  of  these  states  he  invokes  two 
systems;  one  by  Dr.  Grasset  called  ** Polygonal  Psychology," 
and  the  other  by  Mr.  Noyers,  ''The  Subliminal  Self."  He 
seems  favorably  impressed  by  them.  They  are  ingenious  to 
say  the  least,  but  it  seems  to  me  very  arbitrary  and  unsubstan- 
tial. In  the  mean  time,  they  are  better  than  nothing.  When 
J^ewton  flashed  the  word  "gravitation"  on  the  world  it  no 
doubt  seeoned  flimsy  to  scieoice  and  yet  it  is  the  best  working 
hypothesis  that  men  have  ever  had  to  explain  and  co-ordinate 
unruly  physical  phenomena.  A  world  of  mental  phenomena 
unusual  and  unearthly,  will  fall  into  categories  with  some  such 
supposition  a-s  their  co-ordinating  lode ;  and  better  order  and 
explanation,  than  an  appeal  to  foolish  spiritism  for  want  of 
something  better,  will  result. 

The  author  finds  it  but  a  little  leap  from  psychology  to 
spiritism.  The  ignorant  multitude  who  know  nothing  of  the 
polygonal  faculties  and  subliminal  powers  of  the  soul  let  loose 
in  excitement  and  sickness,  in  seances  and  evocations  almost 
surely  jump  to  the  coinclusion  that  the  effect  is  caused  by  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  31 

dead — ^by  spirits  seeking  solace,  or  demons  on  dastardly  des- 
truction bent.  More  than  the  unlearned,  the  elite  rush  out 
of  the  doors  of  common  sense  and  sound  judgment  into  the 
desert  of  demonoiogy  for  the  prurient  pastimes  and  pleasures 
that  ordinary  every-day  life  denies  them. 

The  book  concludes  with  the  consideration  of  Spiritism 
in  relation  to  Religion  and  Morality. 

As  usual,  the  more  learned  wish  to  give  the  crudities  of  the 
cult  a  glamour  of  s(;ience.  They  hardly  ^cceed.  The  gener- 
alities they  have  so  far  fulminated  ex  cathedra  will  not  seem 
^a  system  to  any  one  a'ccustomed  to  practice  any  religion;  or 
a  satisfactory  substitute  for  the  poorest  of  all  the  religions 
that  have  ansAvered  the  yearnings  of  the  human  heart. 

As  to  morals,  Dr.  Liljencrants  finds  it  an  exceedingly  dan- 
gerous cult.  What  with  the  darkness  that  seems  necessary 
,for  successful  seances,  the  doubtful,  if  not  desperate,  charac- 
ters, that  ply  the  trade  of  mediums,  and  the  derangement  and 
disease  that  often  overtake  both  the  mediums  and  their  vic- 
tims, one  cannot  help  conicluding  that  the  Roman  Congrega- 
tion is  quite  defensible  in  barring  Catholics  from  having  any- 
thing to  do  with  seances  either  for  curiosity  or  culture.  The 
author  applauds  the  stand  taken  by  the  Church,  and  although 
he  admits  that  psychology  might  expand  by  examining  the 
data  furnished  by  these  undesira/ble  experiences,  yet  he  holds 
the  nature  of  the  human  soul,  is  so  great  and  the  salvation 
of  a  single  soul  is  of  such  Value,  that  loss  in  one  way  is  most 
amply  compensated  by  gain  in  another. 


''^^^^^^ 


32  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

By  Rev.  J.  B.  Dollabd,  LitiIjD. 

They  tell  of  a  ship  that  sailed  the  sea 

Till  she  sighted  a  distant  shore, 
Where  the  mountains'  hue  was  of  wondrous  blue 

And  the  winds  sweet  perfumes  bore; 
And  a  city  great^  spread  out  in  state, 

With   towers  and   domes  sublime — 
'TAvas  the  long-sought  land  of  the  Golden  Strand 

Far-famed  in  the  olden  time ! 

Soon  a  pilot  rowed  from  the  shining  shore 

That  ship  in  port  to  place, 
But  the  captain  laughed  and  a  bumper  quaffed 

As  he  sneered  in  the  pilot's  face — 
" Think 'st  thou  I,"  said  he,  "who  sailed  the  sea 

Through  years  of  peril  and  fear, 
Cannot  steer  my  way  thro'  yon  playful  spray 

To  an  anchorage  safe  and  near?" 

Reluctant   the   pilot  left   the   ship 

And   the   captain   laughed  "Ho!   Ho!" 
And  he  turned  her  prow  towards  the  sun  that  now 

O'er  that  city  fair  sank  low; 
Full  little  thought  he,  he  ne'er  might  see 

That   bright   sun   set   again — 
Yet  he  soon,  alack  I  wished  the  pilot  back. 

And  repented  his  vauntings  vain ! 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  33 

Too  late !    Too  late !     nor  helm  nor  sail 

Would  the  shuddering  ship  obey ! 
Hearts  chilled  with  fear,  for  grim  and  near 

A  yawning  maelstrom  lay ! 
In  vain !    In  vain !     to  struggle  or  strain 

'Mid  the  waters'  deadly  fold, 
Engulfed  ere  long  in  that  vortex  strong, 

The  mad  wave  o'er  her  rolled! 


And  such   was   the   fearful   doom  befell 

These  sailors  in  days  of  old ! 
Swift  death  they  died  at  the  hour  of  pride 

In   their  arrogance  over-hold! 
On  Life 'si  great  sea,  not  so  should  we 

Disdain  God's  help  and  care, 
For  our  goal  so  grand  is  the  Heavenly  Land 

And  our  Pilot's  name  is  Prayer! 


The  Practice  of  Devotion 

The  man  who  would  banish  sentiment  and  feeling  from  the 
hearts  of  the  world,  is  an  active  worker  for  the  return  of  the 
glacial  period  of  very  hard  rock  and  very  cold  ice.  Who  would 
eclipse  the  dawning  hopes  of  youth,  or  draw  the  curtain  of 
twilight  over  the  sunset  memories  of  old  age? — Francis  P. 
Donnelly,  S.J. 


34  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Gifts  of  Gold  and  Myrrh 

By  Rev,  J.  J.  McCarthy,  B.A. 

Tm  ^  ^'^^^  *^^^  ^'^^^  °^  ''  little  child  and  looked  on  God,"  is 
ifflf  written  in  The  Roadmender  of  Gawdine,  an  old  crgan- 
'  grinder.  And  this  is  the  story  as  Michael  Faidess 
tells  it: 

"Gawdine  was  a  hard  swearer,  a  hard  drinker,  a  hard  Mver, 
and  he  fortified  himself  body  and  soul  against  the  world;  he 
even  drank  alone,  which  is  an  e\il  sign. 

"One  day  to  Gawdine,  sobor,  came  a  little,  dirty  child, 
who  e'ung  to  his  empty  tiouser  ie^'— he  had  lost  a  limfD  years 
before — with  a  persistent,  vanntel]igible  request.  He  shook 
the  little  chap  oft'  with  a  blow  and  a  curse;  and  the  chill  was 
trotting  dismally  away,  when  it  suddenly  turned,  ran  bacK, 
and  held  up  a  dirty  face  for  a  kiss. 

"Two  days  later  Gawdine  fell  under  a  passing  dray  which 
inflicted  terrible  internal  injuries  on  him.  They  patched  him 
up  in  hospital,  and  he  went  back  to  his  organ-grinding,  tak- 
ing with  him  two  friends — a  pain  which  fell  suddenly  upon 
him  to  rack  and  rend  with  an  anguish  of  crucifixion,  and 
the  memory  of  a  child's  upturned  face.  Outwardly  he  was 
the  same  save  that  he  changed  the  tunes  of  his  organ,  out  of 
long-hoarded  savings,  for  the  jigs  and  reels  which  children 
hold  dear,  and  stood  patiently  playing  them  in  child-croAvded 
alleys,  where  pennies  are  not  as  plentiful  as  elsewhere." 

Long,  long  ago.  two  friends^ — pain  and  the  face  of  a  child 
— kept  an  old  man  company.  For  three  days  they  journeyed 
together  from  Bersabee  to  Mount  Moria — Abraham  with  his 
little  son  beside  him,  and  the  pain  in  his  heart.  They  left 
their  servants  behind  at  the  foot  of  the  mountain,  and  up  the 
slope  "they  two  went  on  together,"  Isaac  carried  the  wood 
for  the  holocaust  upon  his  shoulder,  and  his  father  carried 
fire  and  a  sword.    And  as  they  went  Isaac  said  to  his  father : 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  35 

"My  father."  And  he  answered:  "What  wilt  thou,  son?" 
"Behold,"  said  he,  "fire  and  wood;  where  is  the  victim  for 
the  holocaust?"  And  Abraham  said:  "God  will  provide  Him- 
self a  victim."     (Gen.  22,  6-8). 

How  strange,  how  dear,  the  answer  God  gave  to  that  cry 
of  His  people,  echoed  down  the  centuries !  He  came  Himself, 
and  He  came  as  a  Child. 

Two  scenes  mark  His  advent;  and  one  is  lowly,  and  one  is 
high.  Night,  and  a  cave  at  Bethlehem,  and  out  in  the  valley, 
between  the  town  and  the  Dead  Sea,  shepherds  "keeping  the 
night-watches  over  their  flock."  It  is  the  land  of  Ruth  and 
of  David.  The  Saviour  will  be  born  in  the  homeland  of  His 
fathers.  And  as  the  shepherds  watched  them,  "behold,  an 
angel  of  the  Lord  stood  by  them,  and  the  brightness  of  God 
shone  round  about  them,  and  they  feared  with  a  great  fear. 
And  the  angel  said  to  them:  "Fear  not;  I  bring  you  good 
tidings  of  great  joy,  that  shall  be  to  all  the  people;  for  this 
day  is  born  to  you  a  Saviour,  Who  is  Christ  the  Lord,  in  the 
city  of  David.  And  this  shall  be  a  sign  unto  you.  You  shall 
find  the  Infant  wrapped  in  swaddling  clothes,  and  laid  in  a 
manger."  (Luke  2,  9-12).  The  shepherds  come  and  find  the 
Child,  and  wonder.  And  they  return  praising  and  glorifying 
God.  And  those  who  hear  their  tale,  listen,  and  presently  for- 
get about  it;  for  must  they  not  be  busy  about  the  important 
affair  of  getting  enrolled? 

A  few  weeks  later,  three  strangers  from  the  East  enter 
Jerusalem  and  ask  for  its  new-born  King.  They  come  in 
Oriential  splendour.  King  Herod  gives  them  audience,  and 
sends  them  on  to  Bethlehem ;  when  they  have  found  the  Child, 
will  they  come  and  tell  him?  "And  behold,  the  star  which 
they  had  seen  in  the  East,  went  before  them,  until  it  came 
and  stood  over  where  the  Child  was.  And  seeing  the  star, 
they  rejoiced  with  exceeding  great  joy.  And  entering  into 
the  house,  they  found  the  Child  with  Mary  His  mother,  and 
falling  down,  they  adored  Him;  and  opening  their  treasures, 
they  offered  Him  gifts — gold,  frankincense,  and  myrrh."  (Matt. 
2,  9-12). 


36  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Gold,  they  tell  us,  was  ,for  the  Kingship  of  the  little  Christ 
Child,  incense  for  His  priesthood,  and  myrrh  for  His  immo- 
lation: He  would  carry  upon  His  shoulder  the  wood  for  the 
holocaust. 

The  myrrh  was  there,  in  the  midst  of  all  her  joy,  for  Mary, 
too.  Even  she  should  have  pain  for  her  companion.  He 
choose  it  for  her,  and  He  knew  best.  It  is  a  problem  that 
iinds  lio  answer  outside  the  blessedness  of  Catholic  faith. 
In  the  light  of  Bethlehem  how  sweet  that  answer  is! 

And  this  is  another,  one  among  the  many  sweet  answers 
that  Bethlehem  gives.  He  is  taken  to  the  temple,  to  be  pre- 
sented there  and  bought  back  with  the  ransom-price  of  the 
poor.  And  Simeon  is  waiting;  he  shall  not  see  death  until 
he  has  seen  the  Christ  of  the  Lord.  And  when  they  bring  in 
the  Child  Jesus  to  do  for  Him  according  to  the  custom  of  the 
law.  he  also  takes  Him  into  his  arms,  and  blesses  God,  and 
sings  his  parting  song:  "Now  Thou  dost  dismiss  Thy  ser- 
vant, 0  Lord,  according  to  Thy  word  in  peace."  A  song,  "so 
sunsetlike,"  says  Father  Faber,  "that  one  might  believe  all 
the  beauty  of  all  earth's  beautiful  sunsets  since  creation  had 
come  into  it  to  fill  it  full  of  peaceful  spells." 

And  so,  along  the  road  tow^ards  the  journey's  end,  when 
strength  is  gene  and  'the  comeliness  of  youth,  how  good  it  is 
to  see  with  the  eyes  of  faith!  How  cold  and  cruel  a  thing  it 
must  be  to  grow  old  in  unbelief! 

Simeon  has  said  "goodbye,"  and  the  little  Master  of  the 
temple  goes  away.  It  is  His  first  visit  to  His  city.  He  will 
carry  the  memory  of  it  with  Him  into  Egypt.  Returning,  He 
Avill  be  drawn' — this,  at  least — to  look  towards  its  walls  and 
towers:  "I  have  a  baptism  wherewith  I  am  to  be  baptized, 
and  how  ami  straitened  until  it  be  accomplished." 

One  day  He  will  come  back  again  and  be  a  familiar  Pres- 
ence in  His  City,  and  go  in  and  out.  He  will  know  its  streets 
and  by-ways:  and  one  that  leads  to  Golgotha.  The  roads 
across  Kedron  and  up  into  the  Garden  will  grow  accustomed  to 
His  footfall.    And  one  friend's  house  He  will  mark  well,  and 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  37 

an  Upper  Chamber.  It  is  here  He  will  bless  the  bread  and 
wine  and  speak  the  words  that  will  give  Bethlehem  and  Cal- 
vary to  the  world  forever;  words  effective  of  what  they  de- 
clare ;  and  therefore  the  bread  will  be  bread  no  more,  and  the 
wine,  wine  no  more,  but  His  Body  and  Blood. 

Yes,  it  did  all  happen!  From  that  Upper  Room,  on  Holy 
Thursday  night,  there  started  down  the  ages  the  succession 
of  Eucharistie  Aetsi  of  which  the  Prophet  spoke,  ''from  the 
rising  of  the  sun  to  the  going  down,  and  in  every  place," — 
acts  of  sacrifice  bound  together  into  One,  because  the  Victim 
is  One,  and  the  offering  High  Priest  is  One.  His  earthly 
priests  speak  in  His  Name,  and  when  their  hands,  holding 
the  Divine  Victim  aloft,  grow  weary,  the  Burden  is  taken  up 
by  other  hands ;  and  so  daily  He  is  born  again,  and  daily  He 
dies.  And  ever  He  is  making  His  two-fold  appeal  to  us;  not  an 
echo  from  the  long  ago,  but  actual  in  this  present  day,  and 
at  this  present  hour ;  He  holds  out  His  little  hands  to  us  from 
His  straw-bed  in  the  manger,  and  asks  us  to  love  Him;  and 
His  arms  are  extended  upon  the  bed  of  the  Cross  in  His  last 
appeal,  and  the  Blood  drips  from  them. 

How^  much  the  world  lost  when  it  lost  faith  in  His  Real 
Presence !  Quite  apart  from  the  riches  of  grace,  how  much 
it  lost  of  romance  and  the  joy  of  life ! 

There  was  once  an  editor,  wise  in  his  generation,  and  a  lit- 
tle girl  sent  him  this  pathetic  request : 

"Papa  says,  'If  you  see  it  in  The it's  so.'    Please 

tell  me  the  truth;  is  there  a  Santa  Claus?" 

And  the  editor  answered: 

"Virginia,  your  little  friends  are  wrong.  They  have  been 
affected  by  the  scepticism  of  a  sceptical  age.  They  do  not 
believe  except  they  see.  They  think  that  nothing  can  be 
which  is  not  comprehensible  by  their  little  minds  .... 

"Yes,  Virginia,  there  is  a  Santa  Claus.  He  exists  as  cer- 
tainly as  love  and  generosity  and  devotion  exist,  and  you  know 
that  they  abound  and  give  to  your  life  its  highest  beauty  and 
joy.    Alas,  how  dreary  would  be  the  world  if  there  were  no 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Santa  Claus!  It  would  be  as  dreary  as  if  there  were  no  Vir- 
ginias. There  would  be  no  childlike  faith  then,  no  poetry,  no 
romance  to  make  tolerable  this  existence.  We  should  have  no 
enjoyment  except  in  sense  and  sight.  The  eternal  light  with 
which  childhood  fills  the  world  would  be  extinguished  .... 

''Not  believe  in  Santa  Claus?  You  might  as  well  not  be- 
lieve in  fairies." 

The  light  which  dresses  up  Santa  Claus  at  Christmas  time, 
and  makes  glad  the  heart  of  childhood,  is  reflected  light  com- 
ing down  the  years  from  Bethlehem.  For  those  of  us  who 
know  the  way  thither,  the  light  itself  burns  still  within  the 
cave,  and  in  its  soft  radiance  we  are  all  children  again.  Our 
fairyland  is  beautiful;  and  our  fairyland  is  real.  The  warm 
glow  of  a  tiny  ruby  lamp  marks  His  Presence.  Localized  not 
ten  feet  from  us,  He  lives  Whom  the  heavens  and  the  earth 
cannot  contain.  Across  the  centuries,  and  over  miles  of  sea 
and  land,  He  comes  to  us.  The  mystic  word  which  brings 
Him,  His  priest  has  spoken  at  Mass.  Veiled  under  the  white 
form  of  the  Host  "beats  the  same  great  Heart,— and  not  one 
smallest  circumstance  of  our  meanest  day  is  alien  to  Him  as  we 
kneel  and  tell  Him  our  sorrows  and  our  joys.  He  lies  upon 
His  manger  bed  again,  a  little  Child, — for  it  is  Christmas  time 
— and  with  the  opened  senses  of  our  soul,  we  smell  the  sweet 
breath  of  the  kine,  and  feel  the  cold  winds  blow  upon  us,  and 
hear  the  tinkle  of  the  camel  bells  as  we,  too,  bow  down  in 
adoration,  and  lay  our  gifts  upon  the  ground  before  Him ;  gold, 
frankincense,  and  myrrh. 


THE  CHRISTMAS  CANDLE. 


We  would  call  the  attention  of  our  readers  to  the  poem  on 
the  next  page,  entitled  "The  Christmas  Candle."  It  was  writ- 
ten to  encourage  as  many  Christians  as  possible  to  place  a 
lighted  candle  in  their  window  on  Christmas  Eve,  thereby  re- 
minding the  passer-by  that  Christmmas  has  a  spiritual,  even 
more  than  a  material,  significance. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  S9 


By  Eleanor  Roqebs  Cox. 

Yes,  set  it  in  the  window  there, 
Where  on  the  passing  pilgrim's  eyes 
Its  light  may  shine,  a  living  prayer, 
A  star  let  down  from  Paradise; 
Whose  hallowed  rays  afresh  shall  bring 
The  thought  of  those  who  journeyed  far 
To  Bethlehem  to  find  their  King, 
Led  by  the  radiance  of  His  Star. 

When  God  first  said,  "Let  there  be  Light!" 
All  Chaos  to  that  breathing  stirred. 
And  suns  and  planets  from  the  Night 
Leaped   singing  forth  unto   His   Word. 
So,  symbol  of  His  power  divine 
Shone  that  creative  primal  flame, 
And  of  His  grace  a  living  sign 
Henceforth  to  all  men's  eyes  became. 

So  "Light  of  Light"  with  one  accord, 
This  night  triumphant  sky  and  earth 
Proclaim  out  Saviour  and  our  Lord, 
Rejoicing  in  His  Virgin-birth, 
So,  saving  lamp  of  God's  own  mold — 
(While  'round  His  crib  the  angels  sing) 
Entranced  our  mortal  eyes  behold 
The  face  of  Jesus  Christ  our  King. 

So  let  your  Christmas  candle  burn 
With  such  a  bright  and  steadfast  blaze, 
That  seeing  it  all  men  shall  turn 
Most  willingly  to  blessed  ways; 
Most  joyously  to  seek  the  Child, 
Where,  'mid  the  manger's  shadows  dim. 
With  Mary  and  St.  Joseph  mild 
God's  legioned  seraphs  worship  Him. 


40  8T.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Toronto*s  Musical  Treat 

By  Maestro  Carboni 

Oflicier    d'Acadenue ;    Offlcier    de    I'lnstruction    Publique;    Membre    de    la    Societe 
des   Compositeurs   de  Musique,   Paris,   France. 

Did  America  really  hear  the  choir  of  St.  Peter's  at  Rome 
sing?  No,  certainly  not — and  this  without  any  hesitation. 
For  the  whole  Vatican  choirs  to  leave  Rome  would  be  a  moral 
impossibility.  A  cleverly  worded,  but  misleading,  announce- 
ment gave  the  public  to  believe  that  it  was  about  to  hear  the 
Vatican  choirs  (some  members  of  which  were  indeed  present), 
Avhereas  in  reality  it  was  to  a  combination  of  leading  singers 
and  precentors,  not  from  the  city  of  Rome  alone,  but  from 
several  different  churches  of  Italy.  This,  of  course,  was  the 
fault  of  the  managing  company,  not  of  the  singers  themselves, 
who  had  no  desire,  nor  indeed  any  need  to  appear  under  false 
pretences. 

You  must  not,  however,  take  what  I  have  said  as  a  cri- 
ticism, but  on  the  contrary,  as  the  highest  compliment  to  the 
Catholic  Church  in  Italy,  that  it  is  not  only  the  Vatican 
choirs  which  produce  such  excellent  musicians,  but  all  the 
principal  churches  of  Italy  as  well.  And  it  is  no  small  honor 
for  them  to  number  among  the  membeirs  of  their  choirs  such 
great  artists.  Religious  music  in  the  true  sense  of  the  word,  a 
thing  unknown — or  at  best  forgotten  on  this  continent,  is 
an  integral  part  of  the  ritual  of  the  Catholic  ChurcTi.  In 
each  church  in  Italy,  efven  in  the  smallest  and  poorest,  there 
are  precentors,  the  one  pursuit,  the  one  aspiration,  the  one 
ideal  of  whom  is  perfection  in  the  rendition  of  sacred  music. 
The  good,  the  be'autiful  and  the  true  interpretation  is  to  be 
found,  par  excellence,  in  Rome,  as  also  in  Venice,  Florence, 
Milan,  Turin  and  the  other  cities  of  Italy.  And  why?  Be- 
cause the  priests,  who  are  in  charge  of  these  churches,  under- 
stand that  the  praises  of  God  ought  to  be  sung  in  strictly 
musical  style  and  with  correct  interpretation.  I  must  now 
explain  what  I  said  in  the  beginning. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  41 

To  praise  the  Vatican  choirs  would  be  superfluous.  Every- 
one knows  they  are  beyond  both  our  praise  and  our  criticism. 
And  besides,  the  members  of  those  choirs  are  accustomed  to 
working  together,  almost  every  day.  But  for  artists  taken 
from  several  churches  th,roughout  Italy  to  be  able  to  produce 
such  admirable  effects  and  such  marvellous  executions,  as  we 
listened  to  in  Massey  Hall  that  night,  is  something  astounding 
and  sublime.  It  is  the|  undeniable  proof  of  the  uniformity  of 
the  church  music  and  of  the  training  givem  therein,  through- 
out Italy,  even  to-day. 

And  did  the  public,  I  ask,  fully  appreciate  the  magnifi- 
cence of  that  music  and  singing?  No.  I  speak  for  Toronto. 
Moreover,  thei  very  thing  which  might  have  helped  an  au- 
dience to  a  better  understanding  was  lacking — I  mean  a  pro- 
per setting.  A  church — not  a  concert  hall,  would  have  af- 
forded the  only  fitting  environment.  But  then,  wa  must  not 
forget  that  the  company  engaging  the  singers  had  an  eye 
on  the  profits,  not  on  the  satisfaction  of  the  audience  alone. 
Imagine  what  the  effect  would  have  been  in  a  sacred  place 
of  worship !  Even  as  it  was,  the  performancei  was  such  that 
the  memory  of  it  will  last  a  life-time.  The  execution  of  each 
number  was  perfeict,  worthy  in  every  respect  of  the  name 
*'bel  canto."  But  in  the  execution  of  Palestrina  especially, 
the  most  exquisite  care  was  taken  to  give,  what  I  might  call, 
a  divinely  intelligemt  interpretation,  and  yet  an  interpreta- 
tion so  exact  that  Palestrina  himself  could  have  found  scarce- 
ly a  flaw  in  it.  These  artists  from  Italy  created  their  own 
atmosphere,  they  gave  soul  to  ervery  note;  there  was  reality 
in  every  phrase.    Truly  they  sang  the  Praises  of  God. 

What,  then,  are  we  to  appreciate  most  in  these  marvellous 
singers?  Is  it  the  interpretation;  is  it  the  quality  of  tone; 
or  is  it  the  whole  effect?  We  cannot  say,  for  in  each  ease 
we  are  lost  in  admiration.  But  if  we  allow  ourselves  any 
criticism  at  all,  it  is  not  of  the  music,  which  was  the  purest 
and  most  ideial  of  all  sacred  music,  but  of  Maestro  Casimiri 
himself,  for  introducing  his  modern  own  composition,  "Se- 


42  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

quenza  di  Pentecoste."  But  even  here  we  are  wholly  dis- 
armed; so  wonderful  was  the  composition,  so  strictly  did  he 
hold  himself  in  line  with  the  masters  of  the  old  school,  Pales- 
trina  and  Vittoria. 

Let  us  hope  that  the  good  seed  which  has  been  sown  by  the 
coming  of  these  singers  will  produce  ,abundarit  harvest  in  the 
Catholic  Church  throughout  America.  Maestro  Casimiri  and 
his  choir  have  shown  us  what  church  music  is  and  how  it 
should  be  sung.  Are  we  willing  to  make  the  necessary  sacri- 
fices to  attain  something  at  least  of  their  perfection?  We  shall 
be,  if  we  are  really  in  earnest  about  singing  the  praises  of 
God,  in  a  manner  less  unworthy  of  His  Divine  Majesty. 

EDITOR'S  NOTE:  We  regret  having  had  to  translate  Maestro 
Carboni's  conitribution,  from  the  original  French,  for  we  fear,  it  has 
los.t  in  the  translation  much  of  its  peculiar  force  and  beauty  of  ex- 
pression. 


®l|f  3mBt  at  Purtftratton 

By  Anna  McCltjbe  Shoix. 

Mary,  His  earthly  Temple,  to  the  gate 
Approaches  with  an  offering  undefiled, 
Of  doves;  and  in  her  arms  her  little  Child, 

Her  sacrificial  Iamb.    Though  priestly  state 

Recks  not  the  glory  of  the  Twain  who  wait, 
Meekly  immaculate,  the  Mother  mild 
Clasps  closer  Him  by  aged  Simeon  styled 

Light  of  the  Gentiles;  while  in  sequence  great 

Strange  visions  bless  Her  eyes.    The  purified 
This  day  are  all  souls,  who  will  rest  beneath 
His  Cross  and  love  Him  more  than  crowns  empearled, 

Theirs  soon,  but  now  all  hers.    Close  to  her  side 

She  presses  Him,  her  purity  His  sheath 

Until  her  Babe  goes  forth  to  woo  the  world. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  48 

Liberty  of  Conscience 

By  Rev.  C.  O'Sullivan. 

^jT^IBERTY  of  conscience  is  the  right  that  the  soul  possesses 
*lj  to  direct  its  religious  life  according  to  the  hi^h  author- 
ity of  God,  and  of  His  Church,  Independently  of  every 
inltervention  on  the  part  of  the  civil  power.  This  right  is  ex- 
ercised, in  poro  externo,  by  the  triple  homage  of  faith  in  the 
revealed  truths,  of  hope  in  the  joys  of  the  future  life,  and  of 
love  or  charity  whitfh  dominates  the  sovereign  good.  When 
those  acts  do  not  exhibit  themselves  exteriorly,  the  relations  of 
|,he  soul  with  God  are  free  from  all  human  control,  and  con- 
sequently from  all  restrictions  and  constraint. 

Liberty  of  conscience  thus  understoad  is  unlimited  and 
aTssolute.  It  is  otherwise  when  the  religious  life  exhibits  it- 
self by  exterior  acts,  when,  for  example,  Christian  faith  and 
,hope  assert  themselves  by  words  or  writings,  by  monuments, 
.or  by  the  pomp  of  public  worship;  or  yet  when  the  love  of 
■God  becomes  incarnate  in  works  of  ch'arity,  in  the  institutions 
consecrated  to  prayer  or  pesnance,  or  in  a  hierarchy  of  men, 
devoted  to  the  prop'agation  of  all  that  is  morally  beautiful  and 
good.  "Religious  authority,"  says  that  illustrious  Catholic 
orator,  Chesnelong,  "has  for  its  mission  to  govern  souls.  But 
the  domain  of  souls  is  essentially  the  domain  of  liberty;  but 
when  the  soul  is  mistress  of  herself,  when  she  endures  not  the 
slavery  brought  on  her  by  her  weakness  or  her  passions,  she 
is  of  such  a  noble  and  .proud  i*ace  that  she  must  surrender 
herself  freely  to  him  that  would  govern  her." 

The  authority,  by  which  the  human  soul  has  a  right  to 
direct  her  religious  life,  must  then  be  a  free  power  addressing 
itjself  to  free  souls.  But  the  political  power  is  by  its  very 
nature  force,  and  consequently  co-active.  Religious  faith  sim- 
ply obliges  us  to  believe  in  the  revealed  truths,  to  love  God 
above  all,  and  to  submit  our  will  to  Him,  whilst  the  civil  law 


44  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

constrains  us  to  endure  taxation,  or  even  military  jservice, 
when  necessary.  The  soul  then  cannot  be  completely  in  the 
exercise  of  her  religious  life,  except  she  be  completely  in- 
dependent of  the  civil  power. 

Now  I  will  try  to  show  that  ^the  Catholic  Church  in  her 
career  of  nigh  twenty  centuries  has  always  been  a  persistent 
and  unflinching  advocate  of  liberty  of  conscience.  The  Church 
in  establishing  herself  within  the  limits  of  the  Roman  Em- 
pire, affirmed  at  the  same  time  complete  independence  of 
conscience  in  matters  pertaining  to  religion,  with  regard  to 
the  temporal  power,  and  her  own  sovereign  independence  in 
the  government  of  soul^.  This  distinction  between  the  two 
powers,  the  spiritual  and  temporal,  a  distinction  hitherto 
unheard  'of  by  the  pagans,  was  the  special  cause  why  sihe  met 
with  such  dire  opposition  on  the  part  of  the  Roman  emperors. 

When  the  Gospel  was  ushered  into  the  world  there  was 
but  one  authority,  th;a;t  of  'the  Caesars,  which  joined  to  its 
title  of  August,  that  'of  Sovereign  Pontiff.  The  Church  had  no 
lesser  pretensions  than  to  raise  up  beside  the  temporal  power 
another,  completely  independent  of  it  in  matters  spiritual. 
•Thus  were  seen  for  the  -first  time  two  sovereign  authorities 
reigning  over  the  same  territory  and  the  same  subject's,  the 
^one  charged  with  conducting  s'ouls  to  their  immortal  destiny, 
in  directing  them  in  the  intimate  life  of  their  thoughts,  their 
affections,  and  their  wills;  the  other  charged  with  their  ma- 
terial interests,  maint-aining  by  force  respect  for  the  Taw  and 
isecurity  for  all;  the  first  absolutely  independenlt,  by  [the  na- 
ture of  its  mission,  of  all  temporal  power  whHle  it  remained 
within  its  own  domain;  the  second  sovereign  in  the  sphere 
•of  the  interests  of  the  present  life,  but  subordinate  to  the 
ispirJtual  p'owers  where  it  came  in  contact  with  things  per- 
taining to  the  sacred  inlteresrts  of  the  soul. 

Liberty  of  conscience,  that  is  to  say,  the  right  of  the  soul 
to  regulate  her  religious  life,  independently  of  external  poli- 
tical pressure,  was  esitfablished  by  the  Church  when  she  pro- 
mulgated that  surprising  novelty  of  two  separate  kingdoms 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  45 

;here  below,  as  implicitly  designated  by  the  words  of  Christ, 
"Keddite  ergo  quiae  surit  Caesaris  Caesari;  et  quae  sunt  D^^i, 
Deo."  The  first  affirmation  of  i't  took  place  when  'the  firs.t 
Pope  confronted  the  first  persecutor,  with  the  sublime  dictum 
"non  possumus — we  cannot  pass  over  in  silence  what  we  have 
seen  and  heard,  we  cannot  disobey  God  to  obey  man."  "We 
jnay  remark,  iparenthe'tically,  th'ait  ithis  was  the  principle 
which  impelled  our  forefa'thers  to  reject  the  heretical  tenets 
•of  England.  It  was  also  the  principle  which  in  recent  yea'rs 
;caused  the  German  Catholics  to  oppose  such  a  stern  front  to 
Bismarck's  Miay  Laws. 

If  we  exercise  .the  earliest  records  of  Church  history,  -we 
see  how  unflinchingly  and  how  gloriously  it  was  acted  upon 
rt)y  the  primitive  CbristJa'ns.  There  is  a  page  of  history  be- 
longing to  th'ose  heroic  .days  which  reflects  thoroughly  the 
spirit  with  which  the  votaries  of  Christ  were  filled;  I  mean 
the  letter  of  St.  Maurice  and  his  oompanious  of  the  Theban 
legion  to  the  Emperor  Maximin.  It  is  as  follows:  "August 
'Emperor,  we  are  your  soldiers,  but  we  freely  confess  also  that 
we  are  the  servanits  ;of  God.  We  have  received  from  you  *a 
•soldier's  pay,  but  we  have  received  from  Him  the  gift  of  an 
•immortal  life.  We  cannot  obey  you  at  the  expense  of  deny- 
ing our  Crea't'or.  If  you  require  nothing  of  us  contrary  to 
His  Law  we  will  serve  you  faithfully  as  we  have  done  up 
to  the  present.  But  if  it  be  otherwise,  we  will  yield  obedience 
■rather  to  Him  than  to  you."  It  seems  impossible  to  asserit 
in  language  more  heroic  than  has  been  asserted  in  that  let- 
ter, liberty  of  conscience,  and  the  incompetenee  'of  the  state  in 
matters  pertaining  to  religion.  During  three  long  and  piain- 
ful  centuries  the  Church  presenlts  to  the  world  a  spectacle  of 
'heroic  independence.  We  behold  it  in  the  Catacombs,  the 
•arenas  and  the  prisons,  under  the  wands  of  the  lictors,  the 
teeth  'of  the  wild  beasts,  and  on  the  funeral  piles.  The  exe- 
cutioners gi^ow  not  weary  in  the  performance  of  their  bar- 
barous task ;  the  Christi'^ns  calmly  die,  and  by  so  doing  give 
bir^th  to  other  and  more  numerous  votiaries  'of  the  Saviour. 


46  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

"Sanguis  miartyrum.  semen  Chris'tianorum. "  Such  were  the 
words  'of  Teiitullian  in  the  third  century,  verified  then,  and 
verified  in  all  ages  down  to  the  present,  wherever  persecution 
wreaked  its  terrors  and  its  vengeance  on  the  Church.  One  of 
*the  last  of  the  pag'an  emperors,  imagining  that  if  his  pre- 
decessors failed  in  annihilating  Christianity,  it  was  because 
they  did  not  immolaite  Christians  in  sufficiently  large  num- 
bers, determined  to  consign  to  destruction  all  the  votaries 
'of  Christ  that  could  be  found  within  the  limits  of  his  juris- 
diction. Rome  and  the  provinces  were  inundated  with  the 
blood  of  martyrs,  and  Diocletian,  vainly  imaging  that  he  had 
at  laist  met  witJh  complete  su<;eess,  caused  medals  to  be  struck, 
commemorating  his  achievements.  Nay,  he  even  required 
his  followers  to  erect  a  column  on  which  was  engraved  the 
following  inscription,  destined,  he  absurdly  imagined,  to  im- 
mortalize his  triumph:  "Diocletianus  Augustus,  nomine 
Christiano  ubique  terranum  deleto."  But  scarcely  was  the 
column  erecte;d  when  the  pagan  persecutors  ceased  forever, 
and  paganism  itself  became  a  mere  hisitoric  memory. 

I  have  shown  wliat  a  staunch  defender  of  liberty  of  con- 
science the  Church  was  during  the  gloomy  days  'of  the  pagan 
persecutions,  that  is,  during  the  first  three  centuries  of  her 
existence.  Now  I  will  try  to  show  thart;  in  her  subsequent  rela- 
tions with  the  Chrisitian  Caesars  She  was  an  equally  ardent 
and  unflinching  upholder  of  the  siame  principle. 

When  Constantine,  of  immortal  memory,  united  himself 
with  the  Church,  he  was  well  aware  that  he  united  himself 
with  a  queen,  and  not  with  a  slave,  with  one  who  reserved 
to  herself  the  absolute  right  of  regulating  her  faith,  her 
discipline  and  her  life.  At  first  he  seemed  to  have  full  and 
adequate  conception  of  this,  in  the  midst  of  the  discussions 
of  the  Council  of  Nice,  but,  by  an  unjusitifiable  contradiction 
from  which  his  most  worthy  successors  did  not  always  escape 
with  impunity,  he  allowed  the  departments  of  the  public  ser- 
vice to  be  administered  lafter  the  style  and  spirit  of  pagans, 
though  legislation  was  supposed  to  be  conducted  according 
to  the  tenets  of  Christianity. 


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ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  47 

Liberty  of  conscience  was  'of  all  the  ideas  of  the  new  fait'h 
the  most  incomprehensible  to  the  old  Roman  mind,  accustomed 
as  it  was  to  consider  the  S^ate  as  the  source  of  'all  rights. 
Hence  arose  those  conflicts  without  number,  which  were  the 
cause  of  such  poignant  grief  to  the  Church.  She  nobly  re- 
sisted Constantine,  when,  towards  the  end  of  his  life,  he  tried 
to  impose  on  her  the  heresiarch  Arius.  Less  than  ten  years 
•afterwards  she  broke  off  all  relations  with  his  sons  because 
they  had  become  the  official  abettors  'of  Arianism.  The  mar- 
tyrs during  three  centuries  vindicated  the  independence  of  the 
human  soul  in  its  dealings  with  God.  After  the  days  of  Con- 
stantine that  high  mission  passed  from  them  to  the  bishops. 
Then  appeared  on  the  horizon  such  glorous  ntellectual  ath- 
letes as  St.  Athanasius,  Osius  'of  Cordova,  St.  Hilary,  St.  Basil. 
During  well  nigh  half  a  century,  St.  Athanasius,  the  valiant 
patriarch  of  Alexandria,  was,  as  it  were,  the  sen,try  officially 
appointed  to  defend  the  faith  against  the  attacks  of  the  se- 
cular power.  With  what  powerful  and  convincing  eloquence, 
with  what  noble  fearlessness  does  he  defend  the  sacred  rights 
of  conscience,  expose  the  tyranny  of  the  emperors,  and  with- 
stand their  mighty  prefects  as  well  as  their  diminutive  and 
and  insignificant  -councils,  that  condemn  and  depose  him  I 
"Astk  us,"  he  says  to  the  emperor,  "what  can  contribute  to 
the  temporal  good,  and  you  will  not  find  subjects  more  faith- 
ful than  -sv  e.  But  touch  not  'our  faith ;  it  is  by  it  that  we  are 
the  children  of  that  free  woman  of  whom  St.  Paul  speaks,  that 
is  to  say  of  the  Church,  the  spouse  of  Christ.  We  will  not 
revolt,  but  we  will  protest  after  the  manner  of  the  glorious 
martyrs  in  the  days  'of  Nero  and  Diocletian.  We  will  resist 
and  we  will  always  be  able  to  say,  'The  word  of  God  is  not 
to  be  enchanted.'  We  are  ready  to  endure  everything  but 
the  enslavement  of  our  souls  in  the  order  of  faith. ' '  (Historia 
Arianorum  apud  Athanasium  No.  43.). 

Five  times  banished  by  the  cruel  emperor  and  as  many 
times  recalled  by  the  love  and  enthusiasm  'of  his  people,  the 
incomparable  p'atriarch,  it  may  be  aptly  said,  is  a  most  strik- 


48  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

irig  sym'bol  of  the  Church  on  earth.  "Each  time  that  St. 
Athanasius  returned  to  his  see,"  says  Villemain,  "the  people 
indulged  in  sueh  festivities  as  the  Roman  empire  had  not 
beheld  since  the  d^ys  of  its  ancient  triumphs." 

Osius  of  Cordova,  in  writing  to  the  Emperor  Constance, 
thus  clearly  points  out  the  distinction  existing  between  the 
two  powers,  and  the  incongruousness  of  political  authority 
where  it  intrudes  in  matters  religious.  "Pretend  not,"  he 
says,  "to  give  us  orders  in  matters  pertaining  to  religi'on. 
God  gave  you  the  empire,  to  us  He  eonfided  the  Church ;  and 
as  he  who  seeks  to  wrest  from  you  your  authority,  opposes 
the  Divine  will,  so  als'o  do  you  render  yourself  guilty  if  you 
intrude  on  things  spiritual.  Is  it  not  written,  'Render  unto 
Caesar  what  belongs  to  Caesar,  and  to  God  what  belongs  to 
God?"     (Historia  Arianorum,  apud  Athanasium,  No,  44.). 

The  great  bishop  of  Poitiers,  St.  Hilary,  reminds  the  same 
emperor,  with  all  the  independence  of  the  early  martyrs,  that 
it  was  not  to  Oaesar,  but  to  the  Apcistles,  that  Christ  said, 
' '  Go,  teach  all  nations,  he  that  will  believe  will  be  s'aved,  and 
he  that  will  not  believe  will  be  condemned."  "It  is  to  the 
councils  lawfully  and  freely  assembled,"  he  says,  "and  not 
to  the  prefects,  that  it  belongs  to  determine  what  we  must 
believe. 

When  the  great  St.  Basil,  Bishop  of  Oaesarea,  was  threat- 
ened by  the  prefect  Modestus,  with  the  anger  'of  the  Emperotr 
Valens,  if  he  did  not  renounce  the  Nicean  creed,  he  answered 
him  in  the  following  no'ble  and  glowing  terms,  "I  honor  the 
dignity  of  the  Emperor,  but  know  well  that  I  deem  not  his 
faith  of  more  importance  than  that  cif  'one  of  his  subjects. 
It  belongs  not  to  him,  but  to  the  councils,  to  determine  matters 
of  faith."    (Historic  de  L'Eglise,  par  Blanc,  t.2,  p.  121). 

The  Pope,  St.  Gelasius,  is  not  less  clear  and  forcible  in  his 
letter  to  the  Emperor  Anastasius  the  First,  the  'open  proltec- 
tor  of  the  Eutychian  heresy.  "The  world,"  says  he,  "is  gov- 
erned by  two  powers,  that  of  the  pontiffs,  and  that  of  the 
kings.     If  in  all  that  concerns  the  public  order,  the  bishops 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  41 

obey  your  laws,  recognizing  thus  the  auth'ority  you  hold 
by  the  will  of  heaven,  then  you  should  obey  them  in  what- 
ever concerns  faith  and  the  venerable  mysteries,  of  which 
they  are  dispensers.'" 

In  the  sixth  century,  when  the  Emperor  Justinian  wishes 
to  obtain  from  the  Pope  Vigilius  a  hasty  condemnation  'of  the 
"Three  Chapters,"  the  Church  dauntl-essiy  reminds  him, 
throiugh  the  mouth  of  her  chief  pastor,  of  his  incompetence  in 
matters  pertaining  to  religion.  "Know,"  says  the  Pontiff, 
"that  in  keeping  Vigilius  captive  you  do  not  ke^p  Simon 
Peter  captive;  and  that  the  fear  of  men  will  not  cause  me 
to  be  wanting  in  my  duty  as  Pontiff."  Two  centuries  later, 
under  the  iconoclastic  emperors  Leo  the  Isaurian,  and  Constan- 
tine  Copronymous,  the  martyrs  of  lilberty  of  conscience  show 
themselves  to  be  as  numerous  and  heroic  as  their  predecessors 
in  the  days  of  Nero  and  Diocletian.  Whilst  the  martyrs  by 
the  shedding  of  their  blood  affirm  the  independence  of  their 
faith,  St.  John  Damascene  and  the  patriarch  of  Constantin- 
ople, St.  Germanus,  remind  their  persecutors,  in  a  style 
worthy  of  the  first  Apostles,  that  if  they  have  as  sovereigns 
the  right  to  regulate  with  regard  to  temporal  matters,  th^y 
have,  by  no  means,  the  right  to  preside  as  judges,  over  the 
faith  of  their  subjects. 

During  the  first  €ight  centuries  of  the  Church's  career,  we 
have  seen  her  to  be  the  unflinching  advocate  of  liberty  of 
conscience.  If  we  follow  her  down  the  stream  of  time  W'C 
will  find  her  guarding  wi'th  equal  zeal  that  prerog-ative,  and 
also  proclaiming  in  unmistakable  terms  the  incompetence  of 
the  State  in  matters  religious.  This  latter  doctrine  she  ad- 
hered to  'and  indited  on  even  when  the  relations  between 
herself  and  the  State  were  of  the  most  intimate  kind.  During 
the  war  with  the  Saxons,  when  Charlemagne  pretended  to 
make  them  em^brace  the  tenets  of  Christianity  more  quickly 
by  the  sword  than  the  missionaries  could  hy  preaching  to 
them  the  gospel,  it  was  thus  that  Alcuin,  a  pupil  of  the  learn- 
ed Colgus,   and  an  honored  graduate  of  Clonmacnoise,  un- 


W  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

folded  to  him  the  doctrine  of  the  matter.  "Faith  is  an  act 
of  the  will  and  not  an  act  of  constraint.  We  attract  man 
to  the  faith,  but  we  cannot  force  him  to  it.  You  will  urge 
him  along  towards  eceepting  baptism,  but  you  will  never  cause 
him  to  make  one  step  forward  towards  embracing  Christianity. 
That  was  noit  the  manner  'of  acting  followed  by  Christ  and 
the  Apostles."  This  shows  the  antiquity  of  the  dodtrine  of  the 
Church  with  regard  to  the  matter  of  making  converts.  The 
same  doctrine  prevails  with  us,  no  matter  what  certain  hereti- 
cal maligners  may  say  to  the  contrary. 

According  to  the  most  reliable  historians  the  question  of 
Investitures,  and  the  contests  of  the  clergy  with  the  empire, 
during  the  arduous  and  glorious  pontificates  of  Gregory  VII., 
Urban  II.,  Calixtus  II.,  Innocent  III.,  and  Gregory  IX.,  were 
but  an  absolutely  necessary  re-vindication  of  the  spiritual 
power  against  the  encroachments  of  the  secular  authorities. 
The  temporal  princes,  and  especially  the  emperors  of  Ger- 
many, the  cradle-land  of  Protestantism,  disposed  of  bishoprics 
and  abbeys  as  if  they  were  absolute  masters  oif  them,  by  plac- 
ing ^their  own  favorites  at  their  heads  in  open  defiance  of  the 
laws  of  the  Church.  It  was  then  they  sowed  the  seeds  of  the 
Reformation,  which  in  the  days  of  Luther  bore  such  abundant 
and  pestiferous  fruit  in  that  country. 

Now  I  shall  come  to  anc^ther  part  of  my  argument, — reli- 
gious perseciition.  It  is  claimed  by  Protestants  of  every  shade 
of  religious  belief,  and  df  no  particular  belief  (all  of  whom 
have  drawn  their  inspiration  from  D'Aulbigne's  "History  of  the 
Reformation,"  and  from  Fox's  mendacious  "Book  of  Mar- 
tyrs"), that  one  of  the  cardinal  principles  of  the  Catholic 
Church  is  the  righ't  'of  punishing  non-believers  in  her  creed, 
"with  penalties,  imprisonment,  tortures,  and  dealth,"  as  a 
certain  Anglican  pseudo-bishop,  with  more  rhetoric  than 
veracity,  puts  it.  I  shall  try  to  show  that  such  was  never  a 
doctrine  of  'the  Catholic  Church.  Pope  Leo  -the  Great,  who 
flourished  in  the  fourth  century,  writing  a,b'out  the  Manichean 
heretics  who,  as  he  said,  "laid  all  modesty  aside,  prohibiting 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  51 

the  matrimonial  connection  and  subverting  all  laws,  Imman 
and  divine,"  suTbjoins  that  "Ecclesiastical  severity  was  con- 
tent even  in  this  case  with  the  sacerdotal  judgment,  and 
avoided  all  sanguinary  punishments."  (Epistola  and  Turib). 
In  the  same  century,  two  Spanish  bishops,  Ithacius  and  Idacius, 
having  participated  somewhat  in  'the  capital  punishment  of 
certain  Priscillian  heretics,  both  St.  Ambrose  and  St.  Martin 
refused  to  hold  communion  witih  them,  even  to  gratify  the 
emperor  whose  clemency  they  were  then  soliciting  in  behalf 
of  certain  of  their  clierits.  Long  before  their  time  TertuUian 
had  taught  that  "It  does  not  belong  to  religion  to  force  re- 
ligion," and  a  considerable  time  after,  when  St.  Austin  and 
Ids  companions,  the  envoys  of  St.  Gregory  the  Great,  had 
convei*ted  King  Athelbert  to  the  Christian  faith,  they  par- 
ticularly instructed  him  not  to  use  forcible  means  to  induce 
any  of  his  subjects  to  "become  Christians.  (Bede,  Hist.  Eccles, 
,C.  26). 

I  shall  now  give  the  opinions  of  some  of  our  best  theologians 
on  compulsory  conversion  to  the  Catholic  faith.  "The  Gen- 
tfles,  the  Jews,  and  'those  who  have  never  received  the  Faith, 
are  by  no  means  to  be  compelled  to  believe  in  it,  because  be- 
lief is  an  act  of  the  will. ' '  (s.  Thomas,  II.  q  2q,  quost  X  art  Viii., 
Summa  Theolog.)  That  seems  to  dispose  very  clearly  and 
forcibly  of  the  assumfrtion  that  our  Church  holds  as  a  cardinal 
principle  the  forcible  conversion  to  her  tenets  of  heretics  and 
others  outside  her  fold.  "'It  is  the  common  opinion  that  in- 
fidels, whether  subjects  or  not,  cannot  be  compelled  to  re- 
ceive ^the  faith,  even  should  they  have  suffioien't  knowledge  of 
it."  "Suarez  Tract  de  fide.  Disp.  17,  sect."  3,  n.4).  We  see 
that  the  opinion  of  Suarez  with  regard  to  the  matter  is  equal- 
ly strong  with  tha't  of  St.  Thomas. 

Even  the  Reverend  Edmund  J.  O'Reilly,  S.J.,  'the  theolo- 
gical corypheus  of  the  modern  Irish  Church,  says:  *' Catho- 
lics and  the  Catholic  Church  are  not  disposed  to  preach  a 
icrusade  against  Protestants  settled  in  any  country,  even 
when  they  would  prevail   in  the    at*tempt,"      (Theological 


52  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Essays,  page  270).  It  can  be  easily  seen  from  this  quotation 
that  his  opinion  accords  with  ^those  of  the  aforementioned 
theologians.  It  also  expresses  the  present  disposition  of  the 
Church  in  dealing  with  modern  heretics,  like  the  English 
and  others,  though  they  are  far  from  admitting  h. 
'  But  what  need  of  my  giving  any  further  authoritieg  on 
this  head,  since  our  canon  law,  as  it  stood  in  ancient  .times 
and  as  it  still  i^ands,  renders  irregular  all  those  who  'have 
actively  concurred  in  the-  death  or  mutilation  of  any  human 
'being,  whether  Catholic  of  heretic,  Jew  or  pagan,  even  in  a 
'just  war,  or  by  exercising  ,the  art  of  surgery,  or  by  judicial 
^proceedings.  This  irregularity  means  that  such  persons  can- 
not be  promo'ted  to  Holy  Orders,  or  exercise  the  orders  they 
have  already  received.  Nay,  when  an  ecclesiastical  judge  has, 
after  due  examination,  pronounced  guilty  any  person  accused 
of  obstinate  heresy,  he  is  required  by  the  Church  to  expressly 
declare  in  ber  name  that  her  power  extends  no  further  than 
such  decision.  And  in  case  *the  obstinate  and  unfortunate 
heretic  is  liable  by  the  laws  of  the  land  to  suffer  death,  or  any 
other  excessively  severe  punis'hment,  he  is  obliged  to  use 
his  good  ofiSces  towards  abtaining  his  pardon.  Even  the 
council  of  Constance,  in  condemning  John  Huss  of  heresy,  de- 
clared that  its  power  extended  no  further  (Labbe's  Councils 
t,  XII.,  p.  129).  That  fact  al'one  should  silence  forever  those 
who  are  continually  accusing  the  Church  of  being  imbued 
with  a  spirit  of  persecution. 

Those  c^harges  of  persecution  so  frequently  brought  against 
the  Churc(h,  and  for  which  the  Church  is  in  nowise  responsible, 
;iow  claim  consideration.  First  comes  the  Inquisition,  the 
Spanish  Inquisition,  the  bugbear  of  all  Protestants,  n*o  matter 
whether  they  read  Fox's  "Book  of  Martyrs"  or  not.  I  wish 
to  remark  that  tfhis  Spanish  Inquisition,  the  terrors  of  which 
have  been  depicted  in  such  lurid  terms,  was  never  half  so  bad 
as  the  English  inquisition  established  in  Ireland  by  apostate 
Elizabeth,  and  maintained  by  her  profligate  success'ors  who 
called  themselves  * '  defenders  of  the  faith ' ' ;  though  if  we  judge 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  53 

them  by  the  standard  of  the  ten  commandments  we  must  say 
tihat  their  fait-h  was  of  a  very  scant  kind.  But  to  return  to 
our  subject.  Sixtus  the  Fourth,  yielding  to  the  importunities 
of  Queen  Isabella,  consented  to  the  establishment  of  the  In- 
quisition, as  he  was  advised  that  it  was  necessary  for  the  pre- 
servation of  order  in  the  kingdom.  But  in  1481,  the  year  fol- 
lowing its  introduction,  when  the  Jews  complained  to  him  of 
its  severity,  ^the  same  Pontiff  issued  a  bull  against  the  In- 
ilquisition,  in  which,  Ptescott  informs  us,  '"he  rebuked  their 
intemperate  zeal  and  even  threatened  them  with  deprivation." 
He  even  wrote  to  Ferdinand  and  Isabella  that  "mercy  towards 
the  guilty  was  more  pleasing  to  God  than  the  severity  which 
they  were  using." 

"When  the  Pope  could  not  eradicate  the  evil,  he  encouraged 
the  sufferers  to  flee  to  Rome,  where  t'hey  found  an  asylum, 
and  where  he  took  them  under  his  special  protection.  It 
would  seem  that  that  fact  alone  should  set  at  rest  forever 
the  charge  of  intolerance  brought  against  the  Church  on  ac- 
count of  the  Spanish  Inquisition,  over  which  the  Pope  exercised 
no  control,  because  when  once  it  received  his  approbation  the 
Spaniards  conducted  it  to  suit  themselves. 

Next  come  Mary  Tudor  and  the  Smithfield  fires.  Though 
this  calumny  has  been  refuted  thousand's  of  times,  yet,  I  am 
sure,  lit  will  "be  repeated  again  'and  again  as  long  as  there  is 
a  Protesitant  living  who  draws  'his  inspiration  from  Fox. 
Hume  and  D'Aubigne.  Let  us  hear  the  learned  Milneir  on  the 
subject :  "If  Queen  Mary  was  a  persecutor  by  burning  peo- 
ple to  deat^h  in  the  Sm ithfieW  fires,  it  was  not  Un  virtue  of  the 
tenets  of  her  religion  t-hat  she  persecuted.  The  in^ruction 
w'hich  the  Pope  sent  her  for  her  conduct  on  the  throne  does 
not  breathe  a  word  recommending  persecution,  n'or  is  there, 
as  Burnet  remarks,  one  word  in  favor  of  persecution  in  the 
synod  which  the  Pope's  legate,  Cardinal  Pole,  held  at  Ihat 
time.  This  representative  of  His  Holiness  elven  opposed  the 
persecution  project,  as  did  King  Phillip's  chaplain  also,  wht) 
preached  againtet  it,  and  defied  its  advocates  to  produce  in  its 
favor  an  authority  from  Scripture. 


64  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Then  there  is  .the  massacre  of  S!t.  Bartholomew's  Day. 
That  was  for  political  and  not  for  reSigious  purp-ioses,  as  is 
well  known  by  every  student  of  reliable  history. 

A  glance  at  the  kind  of  liberty  of  conscience  accorded 
to  Catlholics  by  Protestants,  wheneiver  they  had  an  opportun- 
ity 'tto  assert  them,selves,  reveals  a  different  condition  of  af- 
fairs. The  learned  Bergiers  defies  Protestants  to  mention 
even  one  town  in  which  their  forefathers,  when  they  became 
imagers,  tolerated  a  single  Catholic.  Rousseau,  who  was  edu- 
cated a  Protestant,  says  that  the  iReformation  was  intolerant 
•from  its  cradle  and  that  its  authors  were  universal  persecu- 
tors, (Letters  de  la  Mont.)  Tha't  assertion  seems  to  be 
isrweeping  enough.  Yet  in  their  false  his1;ories  t'hose  Protes- 
'tants  are  continually  reipresenting  us  as  enacting  the  role 
-of  persecutoi-s.  The  Huguenot  Minister,  Jurien,  acknowledges 
tha't  the  authorities  of  Geneva,  the  Republics,  England,  Scot- 
land, Sweden,  Denmark,  etc.,  all  employed  'the  power  'of  the 
•State  to  abolish  "Popery,"  and  establish  in  its  stead  'the  Re- 
form'ation.  To  go  to  the  fountain-head.  Luther,  the  father 
of  Protestantism,  finding  his  new  religion  which  he  had  snb- 
mit'ted  to  the  PJope,  condemned  by  him,  immediately  sounded 
the  trumpet  of  persecution  and  murder  against  the  Pontiff 
and  all  his  supporters.  Hear  his  words:  "If  we  send  thieves 
to  the  gallows,  and  sobbers  to  the  block,  w%y  do  we  not  fall 
on  those  monsters  of  perdition,  the  popes,  cardinals  'and 
bi-shops,  with  all  our  force,  and  not  give  up  until  we  have 
bathed  our  hands  in  their  Mood."  (Ad  Silv&st  Perier).  That 
is  one  more  ebullition  of  the  kind  of  Christian  sentiments 
with  which  Luther  was  imbued.  St.  Piaul,  in  writing  to  the 
Galatians,  says:  "For  the  law  is  fulfilled  in  one  sentence: 
Thou  slialt  love  thy  neighbor  as  thyself."  In  that  case, 
Luther  was  often  delinquent  in  the  fulfilment  of  the  law, 
because  in  his  writings  he  so  frequently  e^xhibits  such  a  com- 
plete lack  of  charity  towards  the  Church  to  which  he  was 
far  from  being  an  honor  while  he  was  a  member  of  its  fold. 

It  is  said  by  ttie  most  reliable  historians  that  the  infamous 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  55 


Baron  D'Aidrets  reveled  in  torturing  and  murdering  the  Ca- 
tholics within  his  reaeli,  and  that  on  one  occasion  he  caused 
his  son  to  literally  "wash  his  hands  in  their  blood.  This  is 
but  one  of  the  many  instances  thalt  could  be  given  to  the  in- 
human cruelty  wreaked  by  the  Huguenots  on  the  devoted 
Catholics  of  France.  If  there  was  such  an  event  as  tbe  massa- 
cre of  St.  Bartholomew's  Day,  the  Huguenots  could  only 
blame  themselves  for  it.  If  we  pass  over  to  Scotland  we  find 
Knox  rivaling  Luther  in  bar'barous  feirocity  of  sentiment  to- 
ward the  Catholics.  In  all  his  public  utterances  he  main- 
tained, "It  is  not  birth,  but  God's  election,  which  confers  a 
right  to  the  throne,  and  to  the  magistracy,"  and  that  "no 
promise,  or  oath  to  an  enemy  of  the  truth,  that  is  to  a  Ca- 
tholic, is  binding,"  and  that  "evelry  such  enemy  in  a  high 
stajtion  is  to  be  deposed."  The  dire  cruelties  inflicted  by  the 
primitive  Protestants  on  the  devoted  Catholics  of  Scotland 
could  be  dwelt  upon  at  leingtli,  did  space  permit. 

I  feel  .t'h/at  I  cannot  complete  this  part  of  my  argument 
without  some  reference,  however  brief,  to  England.  Milner 
says:  "I  have  elsewhere  shown  from  authentic  sources,  that 
a)bove  two  hundred  Catholics  were  hanged,  drawn,  aiid  quar- 
tered during  Elizabeth's  reign,  for  the  mere  profession  or 
exercise  of  thei  religion  of  their  ancestors  for  almost  one 
thousand  years.  Of  this  number  fifteen  were  condemned  to 
death  for  denying  the  queen's  spiritual  supremacy,  one  hun- 
dred and  twenty-six  for  the  exercise  of  th,eir  priestly  func- 
tions, and  the  rest  for  being  re^oonciled  to  "the  Catholic  Church, 
for  hearing  Mass,  or  for  aiding  or  aA)etting  Catholic  priests." 
That  alone*  is  enough  to  brand  her  name  with  infamy  forever, 
but  it  is  not  the  hundredfh  part  of  what  could  be  said  about 
her  baTbarous  cruelties. 

I  have  shown  that  the  Catholic  was  always  an  unflinching 
advocate  of  liberty  of  conscience,  and  that  she  never  perse- 
cuted any  man  on  account  of  his  religious  belief;  I  have  shown 
also  by  a  few  examples  from  many  of  the  same  kind  how  in- 
tolerant the  Protestants  were  in  that  respect,  and  I  shall  now 


56  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

try  to  show  that  those  who  are  commonly  designated  as  schis- 
matics and  heretics  did  not  ameliorate  their  condition  very 
much  by  withdrawing  their  allegiance  from  the  Pope. 

After  their  rise  in  866,  the  Greek  schismatics  transferred 
in  reality  to  the  emperors  of  Constantinople,  the  allegiance 
ttey  had  previously  given  to  the  Roman  pontiffs.  The  lapse 
of  ages  has  but  rendered  their  chains  heavier.  This  is  almply 
•proved  even  by  a  few  facts  of  not  very  remote  occurrence. 
Xn  1833  all  the  bishops  of  the  little  kingdom  of  Greece  signed 
■the  following  declaration:  "The  national  church,  although 
it  recognized  no  other  spiritual  chief  than  Je«us  Christ,  re- 
cognizes at  'the  same  time,  as  far  as  its  government  is  con- 
cerned, the  King  of  Greece  as  its  supreme  head."  They  add,  it 
is  true,  that  their  highest  ecclesiastical  authority  comsists  of  a 
permanent  synod  of  bishops  and  arelibishops,  yet  they  do 
not  tell  us  that  all  Iftie  memTjers  of  that  assemMy  are  really 
nominated  by  the  King,  and  that  a  delegate  of  the  King,  by 
right,  forms  part  of  it,  and  that  e^ery  decision  arrived  at  in 
his  absence,  and  wMch  bears  not  his  signature,  is  null. 

In  1848,  the  patriarchs  of  Alexandria,  Antioch,  and  Jerusa- 
lem, in  concert  with  their  brother  of  Constantinople,  issued 
an  address  to  the  members  of  tlieir  communion.  In  it  we 
find  the  following:  "In  extraordinary  difficulties  we  write 
to  the  Patriarch  of  Constantinople  because  that  city  is  the 
seat  of  the  empire,  and  because  its  Patriarch  has  precedency 
in  the  synods.  If  our  fraternal  concurrence  settles  the  ques- 
tion the  difficulty  is  finished,  otherwise  we  refer  the  matter 
to  the  government  according  to  the  custom  establi^ed  by 
law."  (Tondine,  Le  Pape  de  Rome,  et  le  Pape  de  L'Eglise 
Orthodoxe,  page  235.)  According  to  that  pronunciamento  the 
supreme  power  rests  with  the  Sultan,  as  head  of  the  govern- 
ment, for  deciding  religious  questions  about  which  the  four 
great  patriarchs  eannat  agree.  We  must  not  be  surprised, 
then,  that  a  few  years  ago  the  Sultan,  by  virtue  of  his  own 
authority,  separated  the  Bulgarian  Church  from  the  Patri- 
archate of  Constantinople.     The  Russian  Church,  while  try- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  57 

mg  at  present  to  a^bsorl^  the  Greek  schismatic  Church,  has 
always  considered  the  spiritual  supremacy  of  the  Czar  as  one 
of  its  fundamental  tenets.  Catherine  the  Second,  towards  the 
latter  part  of  the  eighteenth  century,  openly  declared,  without 
any  opposition  from  the  orthodox  clergy,  as  they  call  them- 
selves, but  with  little  reason,  that  sovereigns  are  invested 
by  God  with  supreme  authority  in  the  Church.  I  am  sure  it 
would  be  difficult  to  find  a  Cracovian  who  would  admit  that 
God  ever  invested  with  any  kind  of  authority,  "Catherine  the 
Wicked,"  one  of  whose  most  glaring  and  nefarious  crimes 
was  to  cause  the  downfall  of  Poland.  Paul.  I.  openly  pro- 
claims himself  head  of  the  Russian  Church,  and  asserts  that 
his  divinely  constituted  authority  extends  to  all  things  eccle- 
siastical within  the  empire.  Furthermore  he  states  fhat  all  the 
clergy  must  yield  to  him  ex'plicit  obedience.  Those  Rus- 
sians do  not  seem  to  have  much  liberty  of  conscience.  The 
Czar  is  their  spiritual  chief.  He  decides  all  ecclesiastical 
questions,  and  the  members  of  his  communion  must  abide  by  his 
decisions,  either  willingly  or  unwillingly.  Such  seems  to  be  the 
legitimate  consequence  of  scliism. 

What  is  the  liberty  of  conscience  supposed  to  be  enjoyed 
by  Protestant-s?  Th,ey  replaced  the  authority  of  the  Pope, 
which  they  wished  to  annihilate,  by  what?  By  the  civil  au- 
thority in  general.  'In  Germany  by  the  princes  of  the  em- 
pire, in  Switzerland  Ijy  the  councils  of  the  cantons  and  the 
Grand  Council  of  Berne,  and  in  England,  Denma:rk,  and 
Sweden,  by  kings  and  parliaments.  Heresy  would  have  none 
of  the  beneficent  guardianship  of  the  Church.  It  looked  upon 
the  Sovereign  Pontiff  as  a  foreign  potentate,  usurping  the 
domain  of  souls.  But  by  withdrawing  itself  from  the  legiti- 
mate authority  it  had  necessarily  to  seeik  elsewhere  for  sup- 
port to  save  itself  from  approaching  and  inevitable  ruin.  It 
made  itself  the  slave  of  kings;  it  sought  to  profit  by  political 
revolutions ;  it  lavished  caresses  on  the  great ;  it  cringed ;  and 
alas!  it  still  cringes  to  all  those  powers  that  are  the  real 
mas'ters  of  its  existence.  From  the  beginning  it  had  for  its 
high  priest  a  debauched  king,  who  for  expedition  in  ridding 


58  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

himself  of  his  wiyes  far  outstripped  the  South  Dakota  di- 
vorce law.  For  popess  they  had  a  queen  ''who  had  all  the 
vices  without  any  of  the  virtues  of  her  sex"  and  who,  as  far 
as  horrifying  crimes  are  concerned,  is  considered  fit  to  rank 
in  juxtaposition  to  Isabel  of  old. 

Before  taking  leave  of  my  subject,  I  feel  it  incumbent  on 
me  to  refer,  though  briefly,  to  the  Church  of  England,  which 
even  at  present  is  as  undefined  and  undeniable  an  association 
as  ever  it  was.  To  quote  from  Dollinger  while  he  was  in  the 
path  of  grace,  "The  laws  of  the  kingdom  which,  under  the 
three  Tudors,  Henry,  Edward  and  Elizabeth,  proclaimed  the 
royal  supremacy  over  the  Anglican  Church,  still  exisft  in  all 
their  vigor.  The  king,  or  the  reigning  queen,  is  in  possession 
of  the  supreme!  ecclesiastical  power,  but  must  recognize  two 
diametrically  opposite  churches,  th-e  Presbyterian  in  Scotland, 
and  the  Anglican  in  England."  The  old  adage,  "consistency 
thou  art  a  jewel,"  does  not  seem  to  apply  to  them.  Further- 
more, we  can  state  that  outside  the  ministers  and  parliament 
it  is  the  Privy  Council,  since  1833,  that  has  been  exercising 
supremacy  qyer  rdigion  and  the  Church ;  parliament  made  it 
the  supreme  court  of  appeal  in  all  ecclesiastical  discussions 
pertaining  to  doctrine  or  discipline.  By  a  strange  contradic- 
tion common  enough  in  English  history,  laymen  form  the  ma- 
jority of  it  even  when  it  is  not  entirely  composed  of  them. 
Many  of  its  members  do  not  even  belong  to  the  Episcopal 
Church ! 

An  appropriate  conclusion  to  this  article!,  methink-s,  is 
the  following  extract  from  Newman,  while  he  was  yet  a  non- 
Catholic.  Speaking  of  the  English  Church,  se  says:  "Its 
life  is  an  act  of  parliament.  It  will  be;  able  to  resist  its  ene- 
mies while  the  State  gives  the  word,  it  would  be  unable 
when  the  State  forbids  it.  Elizabeth  boas:ted  that  she  tuned 
her  pulpits,  Charles  forbade  discussions  on  predestination, 
George  on  the  Holy  Trinity.  Victoria  allowed  differences  on 
holy  baptism.  As  the  nation  changes  its  political  views,  the 
causes  which  carried  the  Reform  Bill  and  Free  Trade!  may 
make  short  work  with  orthodoxy." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


59 


Mn^  tlj?  ptntt  of  ti\t  ittrttt? 
Bab?  of  iB]?tl|I]?i|fm  fill  tl^r 
Ijparta  anb  lyomf  a  of  all  our 
if ar  VktnhtTB  tl|t0  (El^natmaB 
Sa^,  anil  mag  il|ta  ^nnh  bt 
xnxBth  in  l^ol^  B^n? Juittion 
upon  tl|rm  all  tl|r  iaya  of  tljr 
(Homing  f far.    ::        ::        :; 

A  ^^pp^  ffilyrtBtmajB  to  All! 


* 


60  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


A  Favorite  Catholic  Poet 

By  M.  S.  Pine, 

51^  ECENTLY  the  writer  had  the  pleasure  of  listening  to  a 
j^  delightful  lecture  and  reading,  the  pleasure  being  con- 
ferred on  an  audience  in  Washington,  D.C.,  by  Mr. 
Thomas  Augustine  Daly,  the  famous  poet,  lecturer,  journalisft 
and  wit.  Many  of  my  readers,  no  doubt,  are  familiar  with  his 
poetry  and  prose,  as  he  was  literary  editor  of  the  Catholic 
Standard  and  Times  during  many  years  and  published  in  its 
columns  most  of  the  poems  which  adorn  his  volumes.  Not 
often  does  one  meet  with  a  poet  who  can  multiply  the  charms 
and  signilBcance  of  his  verse  in  interpreting  them  to  an  audi- 
ence; few  poets,  probably,  have  the  musical,  finely  cultured 
and  expressive  voice  of  Mr.  Daly;  the  graceful  pose  and  ges- 
tures and  changing  attitudes,  which  betoken  excellent  histrionic 
power. 

He  introduces  himself  sometimes  to  an  audience  as  he  did 
to  his  readers'  in  "Madrigali,"  his  second  volume  of  verse. 
He  asks: 

"My  favorite  poet?    I'm  afraid 

You'll  sneer  at  my  selection"; 

thereupon  he  proceeds  to  compare  his  poet's  puny  stature 
with  the  heroic  mould  of  Milton;  his  light  is  dimmed  by  the 
fame  of  Byron  and  Shelley,  of  even  Burns  and  Blake ;  and  he 
is  a  "poor  pigmy  in  rear  of  Shakespeare."  But  for  all  that  he 
loves  his  favorite  better;  he  loves  "his  living  heart,"  "his  joy 
of  life";  to  give  the  concluding  stanzas: 

"I  love  his  bairns,  his  home,  his  wife, 
His  appetite  for  dinner. 
My  favorite  poet?     I'll  rejoice 
And  tread  this  old  earth  gaily 
As  long  as  I  can  hear  the  voice 
Of 

^^  T.  A.  DALY. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  61 

Mr.  Daly's  first  volume,  '  rCanzoni,"  was  received  with 
applause  by  a  humor-loving  public  which  had  already  enjoyed 
his  fugitive  poems,  copied  far  and  wide.  "Carmina"  (Songs) 
and  "Madrigali, "  published  later,  were  welcomed  with  even 
greater  enthusiasm;  and  editions  of  each  multiplied  rapidly 
into  the  ten  thousands.  Both  are  about  equal  in  size,  and  a 
comfort  to  readers  in  point  of  type  and  spacing.  "Carmina's" 
seventy-eight  poems  are  classed  under  the  various  heads  of 
Italice,  Hibernice,  Anglice  and  Songs  of  the  Seasons.  Mr. 
Daly's  humor  is  so  superabounding  in  the  first  two  divisions 
that,  carried  away  by  it,  one  might  not  adequately  appreciate 
the  loveliness,  the  sweetness  and  pathos  of  the  more  serious 
and  often  sacred  poems.  His  mastery  of  metre  and  rhythm 
ensures  melody  throughout  his  poetic  strains ;  his  vocabulary  is 
large  and  varied;  and  his  thoughts  and  ideals  are  of  the  high 
sphere  that  one  would  look  for,  knowing  his  intense  and  prac- 
tical Catholicity,  which  gives  a  certain  spiritual  undertone  to 
all  his  lyrical  achievements.  The  lamented  Joyce  Kilmer  wrote 
to  a  friend  apropos  of  Catholic  poets:  "I  think  that  the  Faith 
should  illuminate  everything  they  write,  grave  or  gay.  The 
Faith  is  radiantly  apparent  in  your  last  poems.  It  is  in  Tom 
Daly's  clowning  as  in  his  loftier  moods." 

"Little  Polly's  Poems  by  Tom  Daly"  were  wrought  into 
beautiful  edition  de  luxe  by  the  Devin-Adair  Co.,  New  York, 
in  1914.  This  volume,  charmingly  illustrated  in  colors  by  Gor- 
don Ross,  contains  fifty-nine  "Poems"  inviting  your  attention 
through  pretty  little  Polly,  wind-blown  on  the  cover.  Mr. 
Daly  humorously  attributes  to  himself  only  the  punctuation 
and  portrays  the  little  Miss  of  the  "Kindergarten"  primly  seat- 
ed at  her  desk  with  pencil  in  hand. 

The  themes  of  the  "Poems"  are  a  child's  thoughts  about 
the  common  things  of  daily  life,  as  you  may  judge  from  a  few 
of  the  titles,  with  a  selection  here  and  there.  "The  Dark" 
ushers  in  Polly's  verses  in  these  lines: 

"Pa  says  my  writings  ought  to  show 
Sometimes  what  I  don't  like  and  so 


62  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

I  take  my  pen  now  to  remark 

A  few  true  things  about  the  Dark." 

''Worms"  and  "Bugs,"  "The  Cat"  and  "The  Ginny  Hen," 
interest  her  budding  powers  and  provoke  some  original  re- 
marks. Her  close  study  of  "The  Cow"  furnishes  us  with  this 
bit  of  wisdom : 

"And  most  important  it  would  seem 

Is  this  strange  cud  they  chew, 
Because  it  turns  to  milk  and  cream 
As  soon  as  they  are  through." 

"The  Gardner"  has  fallen  under  her  scrutiny,  with  his 
"blue  overhauls,"  "old  hat"  and  his  "very  red  face." 

"But  where  his  throat  shows  underneath 

Its  freckelled  up  and  brown; 
He  keeps  a  pipe  between  his  teeth 
And  he  smokes  it  upside  down." 

Of  "Beards"  she  indites  this  sagacious  lesson  in  the  closing 
lines : 

"To  raise  a  beard  takes  lots  of  care 
To  keep  it  nice  and  thick  with  hair. 
For  if  you  don't  it  soon  gets  thin, 
And  when  I  look  at  Grandma's  chin 
I  think  if  I  would  ask  I'd  find. 
She  started  out,  but  changed  her  mind. ' ' 

Some  childish  experiences  are  confided  to  us  in  the  course  of 
a  dissertation  on  "Teeth": 

"You  will  lose  some  anyway. 
And  till  new  ones  take  their  places 
You'll  be  making  funny  faces 
And  can't  help  it,  just  like  me. 
My  front  teeth  are  out,  you  see, 
And  there's  fresh  ones  coming  in, 
But  there's  holes  now  when  I  grin 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


And  they  just  spoil  everything 
When  you  try  to  talk  or  sing." 

Polly  makes  some  wise  comments  about  the  Seasons  in  "Exit 
Christmas  Tree,"  ''New  Year's,"  "March,"  and  "Easter,"  of 
"October"  she  is  enamored: 

"I  do  not  mind  its  clouds  a  bit, 
But  welcome  it  quite  hearty. 
Because  my  birthday  comes  in  it 
And  I  will  have  a  party." 

"Would  you  wish  to  learn  why  "Fall"  is  so  named?  The  lit- 
tle verse-maker  instructs  you: 

"Leaves  are  falling,  so  we  call 
This  sad  time  of  year  The  Fall. 
Just  as  once  when  everything — 
Flowers,  lambs,  and  grass* — were  found 
Jumping  right  up  from  the  ground, 
Everybody  called  it  Spring." 

Her  last  counsel  bids  us  praise  God : 
"Loving  all  His  seasons  well 
Just  as  much  when  Fall  has  fell 
As  when  Spring  has  sprung." 

"Eggs"  perplex  her  youthful  mentality;  she  would  like  to 
learn 

"The  mystery  of  Eggs, 

And  why  the  juice  inside  should  turn 
To  feathers,  wings  and  legs." 

If  I  were  to  attempt  to  compress  "Kitty"  I  should  feel  that 
I  had  injured  her  and  not  done  Mr.  Daly's  little  daughter  jus- 
tice; so  Polly  shall  exhibit  her  to  you  just  as  she  is: 
"I  have  a  little  Kitty 

Which  is  my  joy  and  pride, 
And  when  its  very  happy 
It  makes  a  noise  inside. 


W  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


It  rubs  against  your  ankels, 

And  if  your  skirts  are  long, 
Be  careful  where  your  stepping 

Or  you  will  squash  its  song. 

This  song  is  called  its  'purring,' 

But  how  is  makes  it  go 
I  never  could  discover, 

But  I  would  like  to  know. 

And  once  when  I  asked  father, 

He  told  me  Kitty  sings 
Because  the  little  creature 

Is  full  of  fiddle  strings. 

My  Papa  jokes  so  often 

I  don't  know  if  it's  so, 
But  still  my  Kitty's  healthy. 

And  that's  Enough  to  know. 

For  when  I  feed  my  Kitty 

Until  its  satisfied, 
It  licks  its  little  whiskers 

And  makes  a  noise  inside." 

One  may  read  the  "Polly  Pomes"  over  and  over  and  enjoy 
a  refreshing  laugh  at  every  verse;  but  under  Mr.  Daly's  his- 
trionic powers  they  become  side-splitting  weapons  of  fun. 

The  same  verdict  may  be  passed  upon  his  witty  and  highly 
dramatic  dialect  poems,  largely  portraying  the  characteristics 
of  the  natives  of  Erin  and  Italy.  There  is  the  sad  and  amusing 
dilemma  of  the  poor  boy  "Between  Two  Loves,"  powerless  to 
decide  between  the  fragile  beauty  of  Angela,  who  could  sing 
but  could  not  cook,  and  the  equally  appealing  Carlotta 

"Who  ees  twice  so  big  and  strong." 

and  who  is  able  to  carry  wood  and  manage  a  household.    He 
complains 


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ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  65 

"I  no  can  marry  both  o'  dem, 
So  w'at  I  gona  do?" 

Padre  Angelo  appears  as  a  shrewd  counsellor  in  more  than 
one  serious  affair.  In  "Pasquale  Passes"  (the  title  a  humor- 
ous reminder  of  "Pippa  Passes"  of  Browning)  his  concern  is 
for  Rosa  Beppi,  "From  da  countra  nort'  of  Rome,"  who  has 
a  "Temper  dat's  so  strong  and  hot." 

"Dat'sa  why  her  Pop  ees  scare, 
Dat'sa  why  he  growl  and  swear, 
Wen  he  see  her  walkin'  out 
Weeth  Pasquale  from  da  Sout'." 

But  Padre  Angelo  serenely  comforts  old  Beppi  with  a  few 
soft  words: 

"I  weel  talk  weeth  her  to-day, 
So  she  stoppa  walkin'  out 
Weeth  Pasquale  from  da  Sout'." 
His  talk  with  Rosa  is  promptly  effectual : 
"She  ees  mad,  you  bat  my  life! 
But  no  more  she's  walkin'  out 
Weeth  Pasquale  from  da  Sout'." 

Beppi  is  happy  and  surprised  at  the  new  and  sudden  caprice 
of  his  rebellious  daughter,  but  Padre  Angelo  casually  remarks : 

"All  I  say  to  her  ees  dees: 
'Rosa,  I  am  moocha  please' 
Dat  at  las'  you  gotta  beau. 
He  ain't  verra  good  wan,  no; 
But  you  need  no  minda  dat 
Seenee  he's  best  dat  you  can  gat. 
So  I'm  glad  for  see  you  out 
Weeth  Pasquale  from  da  South'." 

And  "Padre  Angelo"  gives  the  title  to  an  interesting  and 
merrily  told  love  story  in  which  the  good  Padre  is  the  chief 
conspirator,  although  piously  concealed.    Joe  himself,  the  ob- 


66  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

ject  of  his  benign  scheme,  reports  the  growth  of  the  love  affair ; 
when  the  happy  climax  is  reached,  we  are  told,  he  and  Bosa 
go  to  Padre  Angelo : 

"An'  I  tal  heem:    'Pretta  soon — 
Mebbe  so  da  firsta  June — 
Rosa  gona  be  "my  wife ! ' 
He  ees  s 'prise,  you  bat  my  life! 

"Wat?'  he  say,  and'  rub  hees  eyes, 
'Dees  ees  soocha  glada  s 'prise! 
My!  you  don'ta  tel  me  so!' 
Eees  say  Padre  Angelo." 

In  "The  Audience"  the  heart-tenderness  of  the  Italian  for 
Nature  is  in  evidence.     The  player  tells  us: 

"Long  time  bayfore  da  sun  ees  shine, 

I  tak'  dees  street  pian'  of  mine 
An'  pull  eet  dot  from  ceety  street 
To  countra  lane," 

where  the  people  will  be  kind  and  not  tell  him  "gona  'way!" 
But  he  finds  it  queer  he  "meet  so  few  da  peopla  here."  He 
climbs  the  hill  and  travels  down  the  hot  road,  and  at  last  angry 
and  tired,  sits  down  in  the  shade.  As  his  mind  calms,  the 
whisper  of  the  tree,  the  "sweeta  breeze,"  "da  sky  so  wide,  so 
blue,"  and 

"All  theengs  speak,  as  eef  dey  say: 
Com',  let  us  have  da  music.    Play!" 

He  plays  and  plays,  enraptured  with  the  living  joys  that 
Nature  pours  into  his  heart;  for  here,  he  tells  us, 

"da  sky,  da  breeze,  da  tree, 
Dey  speak  Eetalian  to  me!" 

"Een  Napoli"  and  "Da  Sweeta  Soil"  express  the  same  hun- 
ger for  the  freedom  and  beauty  of  rural  life.  In  the  latter  the 
heart-sick  exile  from  beautiful  Italy  working  in  the  "ceety 
street,"  recalls  the  delicious  memory  of  a  day  when  he  was  sent 
into  the  country  to  labor: 


.  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  67 

''0  da  smal, 
W  'en  first  I  turn  da  sod ! 
So  sweet!    Eseuse  me  eef  I  tal 
Ees  like  da  breath  of  God. 
So  pure  da  soil,  like  Eetaly  ..."     . 

Mr.  Daly's  novel  interpretation  of  the  famous  cheery-tree 
and  hatchet  story  will  delight  the  race  of  schoolboys  in  "Leetla 
Giorgio  Washeenton."  Scattered  through  "Italice"  are  poems 
profoundly  pathetic,  as  "Leetla  Joe,"  "Da  Boy  from  Rome," 
and  "Da  Besta  Frand."  This  "Fraud,"  indeed,  "ees  justa 
leetla  cur, ' '  introduced  to  us  in  a  pugilistic  manner : 
' '  No  keeck  my  dog !  Ha !  don  'ta  dare ! 

For  jus'  so  queeck  you  do, 

You  Meester   'Merican,  I  swear 

I  brack  your  face  for  you ! ' ' 

Then,  excusing  himself,  the  owner  proceeds  to  narrate  touch- 
ingly  the  series  of  misfortunes  which  rushed  upon  him 
"Wen  I  am  com'  from  Eetaly, 
Jus'  landa  from  da  sheep," 

and  closes  a  long  eulogy  of  his  "Leetla  pup"  with  these  lines: 
"So!  dees  eees  Carlo,  Meester  Man; 
I  introduce  to  you 
Da  true,  da  kinda   'Merican; 
Da  first  'I  e vva  knew. ' ' 

Pulsating  through  all  these  "Eetalian"  poems  is  the  sym- 
pathy and  appreciation  of  a  real  lover  of  the  race  that  gave 
as  Dante,  Tasso  and  Michel  Angelo,  of  one  who  has  made  him- 
self familiar  with  them  through  an  unmistakable  attraction,  as 
Mr.  Daly  never  fails  to  assure  his  hearers. 

Hibernice  is  a  garden  of  Irish  plants  and  flowers  in  full 
bloom  with  here  and  there  a  thorn.  The  devoted  son  of  Erin, 
who  has  been  speaking  and  writing  for  years  on  the  wrongs 
of  Ireland  and  her  inalienable  right  to  Independence,  has  a 
glowing  pen  when  it  touches  on  the  land  of  his  love. 


68  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

"The  Day  We  Celebrate"  is  a  noble  tribute  of  loyalty  to 
Ireland  and  its  Patron  Saint. 

But  "Glimmerings  of  Patriotism"  makes  manifest  the  love 
and  loyalty  of  the  Irish  heart  to  America,  the  land  of  adoption ; 
*'Columl)ia,  stately  and  grand,"  "The  Fourth  of  July,"  and 
"The  Eed,  White  and  Blue,"  light  your  way  along  the  poem. 
Then  there  is  the  searching  lyric,  ' '  What  the  Flag  Sings  to  the 
People"  on  "this  Day  that  made  ye  free." 

"The  liberty  of  this  fair  land, 
Will  tolerate  no  Anarch  band 
To  float  above  me. 


* '  Remember  what  you  owe  to  me ; 
I'm  but  your  BADGE  of  liberty, 
And  I  no  greater  thing  can  be 

Than  your  deeds  make  me." 

"The  Melting  of  Snow"  opens  the  door  of  "Hibernice"  with 
John  MeCann  "Upon  the  road  to  Mass,"  a  taking  love  story. 
His  salutation  meets  no  response  from  the  coy  Mary  Ann.  But 
his  love  and  eloquence  win  the  victory ;  so  that  when  the  grass 
was  budding,  bells  were  ringing. 

"An'  Spring,  on  tip-toe,  waved  her  han' 

Th'  day  to  see  them  pass, 
When  John  an'  Mary  Ann  MeCann 
Came  down  the  road  from  Mass." 

The  five  rollicking  stanzas  of  ' '  The  Golden  Girl ' '  should  be 
quoted  in  entirety  to  give  one  a  proper  conception  of  the  hero's 
change  of  mind  concerning  "Red  Hair,"  "Brown  eyes,"  and 
"Freckles  galore."  The  same  estimate  may  be  made  of  "An 
Interparochial  Affair,"  the  coming  groom  dwelling  in  St. 
Paul's,  "a  girl  wid  a  face  like  a  rose,  in  St.  Ann's,"  and,  the 
happy  man  tells  us,  in 

"St.  John  the  Divine, 
There's  a  cozy  new  cot,  an'  its  mine." 


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ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  69 

Indeed,  there  is  a  score  and  more  of  poems,  citations  from 
which  would  only  tantalize  you:  "The  Ould  Apple  Woman," 
Nora  McHugh,  with 

"The  smile  in  her  eyes  that  no  trouhle  can  smother. 
An'  the  wit  that's  at  home  in  the  tip  of  her  tongue." 

"The  Irish  National  Bird,"  inseparable  from  "The  Irish 
Bird-Charraer, "  which  affords  us  a  peep  into  the  poet's  house- 
hold: "A  Bit  of  a  Riddle,"  Kitty  Kane's  riddle  of  life,  solved 
"in  wan  word"  by  her  devotee: 

"It  begins  wid  a  'u'  an'  it  ends  wid  an*'s.' 
There's  the  sum  o'  my  joy  an'  the  sum  o'  your  own! 
Och!  the  riddle  o'  life's  so  distressin'  to  guess, 
Nayther  wan  of  us,  dear,  could  have  solved  it  alone. ' ' 

And,  of  a  different  type,  "The  Mourner," — "ould  Mary  Mc- 
Croal,"  who,  up  at  dawn,  before  tasting  "her  bit  of  a  roll  and 
her  tay/'  read  in  her  morning  newspaper 

"What  she  held  the  importantest  news  o'  the  day — 
An'  the  same  was  no  more  than  the  list  o'  the  dead." 

"May  the  Lord  rest  his  soul!"  she  would  pray,  then  "make 
way  wid  her  tay  in  two  minyutes  or  less,"  and  off  to  the 
church 

"To  be  there  when  the  corpse  an'  the  mourners  came  in 

An'  no  one  o'  the  mourners  there  bowin'  in  prayer, 
Prayed  as  strong  or  as  long  as  ould  Mary  McCroal; 
'May  the  Lord  rest  his  soul!'  " 
Not  one  in  the  parish  could  remember 
"Anny  funeral  Mass  that  she  ever  had  missed 
Under  roses  o'  June  or  in  snows  o'  Deeeinber." 

And  when  at  last  the  solemn  scene  was  enacted  for  this  fer- 
vent benefactor  of  the  dead  the  church  was  so  bare  and  deso- 
late! 


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ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


''But  shure,  why  should  she  care  that  the  only  wans  there 
Were  the  sexton,  the  priest,  an'  ould  woman  or  two? 

Ah !  'tis  well  to  believe  that  the  prayers  that  she  prayed 
Fur  the  many  before  her  who  shared  of  her  dole, 
They  have  gathered  together  an'  woven  an'  made 
As  a  ladder  of  light  fur  ould  Mary  MoCroal, 
May  the  Lord  rest  her  soul!" 

' '  Oeh ! ' '  leads  you  through  a  train  of  laments  to  a  witty  sur- 
prise : 

"Och !  the  year  is  gettin'  gray 
Like  a  man  that's  had  his  day! 


Och!  the  way  the  winds  do  blow! 

Och!  how  fasht  the  leaves  do  fall! 

Och !  the  stillness  everywhere ! 
Och!  the  smell  o'  death  that's  there! 
Och!  Och-tober!" 

Mr.  Daly's  choice  of  titles  is  often  ambitious:  "Paradise 
Regained,"  "All's  Well  That  Ends  Well,"  "The  Man's  the 
Man,"  and  "Apologia  pro  Vita  Sua,"  recall  great  names  in 
English  literature,  Milton,  Shakespeare,  Burns,  Newman.  The 
sacred  poems  are  of  sweet  and  simple  beauty,  soul-felt,  each  in- 
spiring thoughts  for  holy  contemplation.  Christmas  is  his 
favorite  theme ;  the  exquisite  sonnet  on  "Easter  Eve"  is  marked 
by  a  striking  contrast  in  the  octave  and  sextette ;  in  the  former 
"gaunt  limbed  trees"  gloom  and  mists,  "the  wind  high-cra- 
dled in  the  piney  hills" ;  in  the  sestette  the  brightness  and  hope 
of  the  Resurrection: 

"And  yet  I  know  the  sun  will  soon  have  kist 
With  lips  of  fire  the  sky,  so  laden-browed 
Behind  the  silvern  gossamer  of  mist. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  Tl 

I  know  the  Easter  sun  that  gilds  the  cloud 
Shall  kiss  God's  robes  where  last  it  touched  His 
shroud, 

And  all  my  soul  is  eloquent  of  Christ." 
After  the  Church,  where  the  human  heart  enjoys  the  pres- 
ence of  God  and  close  communion  with  Him,  Home  is  His 
sanctuary  of  love  and  peace.  ''The  Vestibule"  is  to  our  poet 
a  place  of  honor:  after  tracing  the  happenings  of  that  "Un- 
romantic  little  place"  he  crowns  them  with  a  climax: 

"There  shall  Fancy  contemplate 

Still  a  greater  bliss; 
When  the  good  wife  speeds  her  mate 
With  a  morning  kiss." 

She  is  the  "queen  of  his  soul,"  the  "joy-ibringer"  in  "The 
Castle  Impregnable" — Home!    And  here,  he  sings  to  her. 

"Thy  need  of  me,  my  need  of  thee. 
The  measure  of  our  love  must  be."  ' 

In  the  beautiful  "Song  for  October"  he  puts  forth  a  chal- 
lenge : 

"Tell  me,  October,  0  who  so  fair? 


Look  on  the  fruits  of  her  alchemy, 
Lisping  their  music  around  her  knee. 
Muse  on  the  splendour  of  her  sweet  face. 
Motherly  wisdom  and  maiden  grace. 
Gold  of  your  noon-time  is  in  her  hair; 
Aye,  and  your  silver  of  frost  is  there." 

When  it  comes  to  "A  Ballade  of  Brides,"  Mr.  Daly's  lyre  is 
not  tuned  "For  brides  that  grace  these  passing  days";  nay, 

"Worthier  dames  shall  bless  our  wine, 
We'll  toast  the  brides  of  other  Junes!" 

And  the  poet  enlightens  us  when  he  sings  caressingly  in  "A 
Song  of  June ' ' : 


72  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

"  'Tis  June !  the  glad  time  when  I  found  thee, 
0  thou,  the  sweet  flow^er  of  my  love!" 

The  prudent  and  beautiful  lessons  of  life,  from  the  simple 
to  the  sublime,  found  in  Mr.  Daly's  poems  like  the  fragrance 
in  the  flower,  could  emanate  only  from  a  heart  that  has  rested 
on  God  and  lived  faithfully  the  teachings  of  Christ.  And  the 
heaven-intrusted  gift  of  humor  has  made  Thomas  Augustine 
Daly  a  national  acquisition  as  an  inducer  of  merriment,  of 
hearty,  whole-souled  laughter,  an  asset  to  life  that  was  never 
of  more  importance  than  to-day,  when  the  world  is  striving 
to  emerge  from  the  storm-clouds  of  sorrow  that  have  enveloped 
it  so  long. 


®l|r  Ifflarrli  nf  Humattttg 

By  J.   COBSON  MiLLEB. 

From  golden  dawn  to  purple  dusk, 
Piled  high  with  bales  of  smiles  and  tears, 
The  caravans  are  dropping  down 
Across  the  desert-sands  of  years. 

And  when  the  moonlight's  kiss  is  sweet, 
Still  holds  the  trail  a  countless  throng; 
Betimes  a  weary  camel  halts 
Before  an  oasis  of  song. 

But  always  toward  the  beckoning  West — 
The  sunset-land  of  heart's  desire. 
The  caravans  go  down  to  Death — 
The  King  of  Zidon  and  of  Tyre. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  78 


St.  Joseph's  College  Museum 

By  the  Very  Rev.  W.  Harbis,  IjL.D. 

The  formal  opening  of  the  Museum  of  St.  Joseph's  College, 
St.  Alban  street,  last  June,  was  an  auspicious  event  in  the  his- 
tory of  the  great  institution. 

Sixty  years  ago  Harrison  Ainsworth,  in  his  suggestive  and 
stimulating  Essay  on  ''The  Educative  Influence  of  a  Museum," 
stated  that,  what  he  called,  the  teaching  strength  of  a  museum 
was  much  more,  very  much  more  appreciated  in  France  than  in 
Great  Britain;  and  that  the  collecting  of  rare  curiosities,  an- 
cient articles  and  specimens  of  oriental  handicraft,  and  pro- 
tecting them  under  one  or  many  roofs,  was  neglected  in  Eng- 
land, with  the  dual  exceptions  of  the  British  Museum  and  the 
Bodleian  Library.  He  contended  that  France  received  its 
stimulation  in  collecting  from  Napoleon  Bonaparte. 

It  cannot  he  successfully  denied  that  when  Ainsworth  ad- 
vanced his  assertion  he  was  justified  by  the  facts  in  the  case. 
In  the  past  fifty  years,  however,  "much  water  has  gone  under 
the  bridge,"  as  the  Gaelic  proverb  says,  and  a  large  part  of 
the  flow  has  been  diverted  and  is  now  fructifying  English  and 
American  fields. 

If  Harrison  Ainsworth  were  alive  to-day  he  would  exult- 
ingly  admit  that  the  superiority  of  the  French  is  not  now  as 
olbvious  as  when  he  published  his  Essay.  Of  course,  this  is 
not  because  of  any  decline  in  the  scholarship  or  enterprise 
of  the  French,  but  follows  obviously  from  the  manifest  and 
manifold  improvements  in  the  industry  and  laudable  ambition 
of  English  scientists  and  American  naturalists.  It  may  be 
still  true  that  they  order  these  things  better  in  France,  but 
they  do  not  order  them  so  very  much  better. 

No  French  museum  surpasses  in  its  erolbracing  comprehen- 
siveness or  wealth  of  display  the  wonderful  American  Museum 
of  Natural  History,  New  York  City.    No  French  collection  of 


74  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

rarities  and  antiquities  rivals  that  of  the  Smithsonian  or  Pea- 
body  Museums.  We  must,  however,  frankly  admit  that  the 
rare  and  wonderful  exhibits  of  the  Trocadero  and  the  Luxem- 
bourg are  on  a  higher  plane  of  variety,  art  classification  and 
arrangement  than  those  in  any  British  or  American  museum. 

Museum  of  Saint  Joseph's  College. 

This  Museum,  Colonel  Fraser  assures  us,  ''has  been  insti- 
tuted with  the  main  object  of  furnishing  to  the  students  the 
means  of  illustrating  their  studies  by  actual  specimens  repre- 
senting nature's  resources  and  the  gradual  development  of 
human  skill  and  handicraft  down  the  long  ages  to  the  present 
time." 

Supplementing  the  Colonel's  very  comprehensive  statement, 
we  may  add  that,  while  the  collection  or  articles  now  in  the 
Museum  represents  only  a  beginning,  it  is  the  intention  of 
Colonel  Fraser,  the  Curator,  and  the  directors,  to  make  this 
repository  of  national  and  provincial  curiosities  one  of  the 
great  institutional  or  academic  museums  of  the  Dominion. 

At  present  the  rooms  and  their  contents  constitute,  not  so 
much  a  museum  as  a  cabinet  of  rare  and  curious  objects  pre- 
sented by  friends,  or  collected  by  the  indefatigable  industry 
of  the  Curator.  Specimens  are,  month  by  month,  being  as- 
sembled not  so  much  for  display,  or  to  satisfy  permissable 
curiosity,  as  to  illustrate  problems  in  still  and  animated  life. 
Ultimately  it  will  have  for  its  immediate  purpose  the  assemb- 
ling of  objects  and  the  formation  of  a  collection  which  shall 
help  the  pupils  of  the  College  to  understand  and  solve  many 
of  the  problems  connected  with  art,  science  and  technology. 

Educational  Value  of  a  Museum. 

Modern  education  embraces  many  complex  problems  and 
summons  to  its  aid,  in  the  solution  of  these  problems,  such  a 
multitude  of  diverse  forces  that  only  by  specializing  in  certain 
departments  may  we  hope  to  achieve  a  measure  of  success. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  76 

Life  is  too  short  and  the  necessity  of  earning  a  living  too 
urgent  for  any  one  of  us  to  become  thoroughly  educated. 

The  Common  School,  High  School,  the  curriculum  of  the 
University  and  the  post  graduate  courses  embrace  such  a  vast 
domain  of  knowledge,  that  to  cover  them  efficiently  would 
demand  a  long  life  of  good  health,  study  and  continuous  ap- 
plication. We  have  only  to  glance  through  the  curriculum 
of  the  post-graduate  course  of  any  first-class  University  to 
grasp  the  full  import  of  what  is  meant  by  a  higher  education. 
As  only  a  limited  number  of  our  boys  and  girls  can  share 
the  advantages  of  what  is  called  an  advanced  education, 
museums  have  been  founded  to  assist  these  boys  and  girls  in 
their  lawful  ambition  to  acquire  knowledge  and  enlighten- 
ment. 

In  a  museum  the  pupil  may  study  the  objects  on  Exhibition, 
he  is  taught  their  value  as  an  educational  and  cultured  asset 
and  by  ordinary  conversation  he  is  instructed  in  much  that 
makes  for  a  practical  education.  For  example,  a  group  of 
children  that  sees  the  animals  they  have  read  about  in  their 
class  books ;  the  college  class  in  history  that  follows  mediaeval 
art  in  tapestry ;  the  artisan  that  examines  the  technical  methods 
followed  in  the  middle  ages  when  producing  superb  results ;  all 
these  are  passing  through  a  process  of  education  in  a  very 
direct  and  effective  manner. 

A  good  museum  supplies  the  deficiency  of  a  higher  train- 
ing of  the  intellect  by  exhibiting  the  best  that  was  done  in  art 
and  science  in  other  times  and  by  other  people,  and  displays 
for  the  benefit  of  the  craftsman  and  the  artisan,  specimens 
of  the  handicraft  of  e'arly  workmen. 

American  Museum  of  Natural  History. 

In  the  United  States  many  of  theih  museums  have  depart- 
ments of  science,  art,  industry  and  technology,  and  on  special 
days  lectures  are  given  in  these  departments  for  the  express 
purpose  of  assisting  students  to  obtain  an  expert  grip  on  the 
subjects  they  are  studying. 


76  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


A  review  of  last  summer's  work  of  the  American  Museum 
of  Natural  History  is  a  revelation  to  those  unfamiliar  with 
the  activities  and  research  work  of  its  scientists.  Two  of  its 
scientists  passed  the  summer  in  China,  with  mammals  as  their 
special  object  of  investigation.  The  Museum  sent  investiga- 
tors to  Nebraska  in  search  of  fossils  of  the  little  pair-horned 
rhinoceros ;  into  Colorado  for  insect  specimens ;  to  New  Mexico 
to  study  Aztec  ruins;  and  to  Arizona  to  pursue  investigations 
among  the  Havasupai  Indians  of  Cataract  Canyon. 

Institutional  Museums. 

But  Institutional  Museums  like,  for  instance,  that  of  St. 
Joseph's  College,  normally  accumulate  whatever  may  interest 
or  instruct  its  students  or  even  gratify  the  curiosity  of  the 
casual  visitor.  While  still  in  the  crucible  of  development,  its 
founders  hopefully  look  forward  to  a  time  when  St.  Joseph's 
College  Museum  will  rank  among  the  premier  institutional 
repositaries  of  the  Dominion. 

It  takes  time  and  money  to  build  up  a  museum,  or  even 
the  department  of  a  museum.  The  exhibits  now  in  the  Royal 
Ontario  Museum,  Toronto,  represent  already  an  outlay  of 
$400,000.  Its  wonderful  exhibit  of  the  textile  work  of  China 
has  this  summer  been  enriched  by  the  possession  of  the  Im- 
perial robes  of  the  late  Dowager  Empress  of  China.  These 
robes  are  embroidered  wath  one  hundred  butterflies  flying 
among  a  marvelous  maze  of  threads  of  pure  gold  and  colours  of 
blue  and  mauve.  These  robes  surpass  anything  that  western 
ingenuity  has  devised  or  accomplished  in  needle  work  or  em- 
broidery. 

The  splendid  palaeolithic  and  Huronian  primitive  art  col- 
lection of  the  Provincial  Museum,  in  this  city,  cannot  now  be 
anywhere  duplicated.  It  is  the  greatest  and  most  unique  collec- 
tion of  the  artcraft  of  the  primitive  people  of  Canada  assem- 
bled on  our  continent  to-day.  This  cased  and  clasisified  col- 
lection represents  fifty  years  of  intelligent  field-work  and  re- 
search.    Now  the  motives  and   activities  which   inspire   the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  77 

founding  and  permanency  of  metropolitan  and  pu'blic  museums 
also,  underlie  the  establishing  of  private  and  institutional  col- 
lections. 

While  the  primary  function  of  a  museum  is  the  expansion 
and  development  of  knowledge,  its  secondary  office  is  to  cater 
to  a  permissable  and  legitimate  curiosity. 

Moreover,  for  the  information  of  posterity  we  ought  to 
house  in  our  museums  many  things  now  used  by  us,  so  that 
future  generations  might  inspect  them. 

It  ought  to  be  the  business  of  some  one  or  some  institu- 
tion to  preserve  certain  articles  of  artistic  or  domestic  value 
which  have  come  down  to  us  from  the  pioneers  of  our  Province. 
We  all  recognize  the  \^4sdom  of  carefully  guarding  those  arti- 
cles which  serve  us  as  records  of  the  past. 

Itesult  of  Neglect. 

But  deterioration,  such  as  is  always  taking  place,  progresses 
much  faster  when  specimens  are  neglected.  Time  is  a  great 
destroyer,  moths  destroy,  rust  eats  into  and  thieves  are  apt 
to  steal  valuable  objects  neglected  and  uncared  for.  It  is 
so  easy  to  displace  things  that  it  seldom  happens  that  they 
can  be  found  when  they  are  wanted  unless  they  have  been 
eared  for.  Even  when  the  object  is  found,  some  special  part 
may  be  missing  so  that  the  article  cannot  be  restored  to  its 
original  self;  or  its  history  may,  with  time,  be  forgotten  so 
that  its  exact  value,  or  even  its  authenticity  may  be  open  to 
dou'bt.  Since  the  building  of  St.  Joseph's  College  on  St.  Alban 
street  in  1863,  how  many  precious  objects  and  many  valuable 
souvenirs  have  been  lost  which,  to-day,  would  be  for  us  in- 
valuable mementos  of  the  past.  We  earnestly  request  every 
reader  of  the  Lilies  to  send  to  the  Museum  any  rare  or  curious 
objct  in  her  possession  with  its  record  of  authenticity.  The 
article  will  be  ticketed  and  the  name  of  the  donor  attached. 


78  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


iBt  Caboline  D.  Swan. 

I  see  One  coming  across  the  wold, 

My  gracious  Lord! 
Whiter  than  snow  is  He — is  He! 
And  tender  the  gaze  that  He  bends  on  me. 

0  blest  reward 
For  all  my  labor,  for  all  my  pain, 
To  feel  I  dwell  in  His  Heart  again! 

How  shall  I  welcome  my  gracious  Lord 

Now  He  is  here? 
Sudden  a-tremble,  passionate,  dim. 
The  tear-stained  face  that  I  turn  to  Him 

In  anxious  fear. 
He   proffers  pardon.     0  joy  divine ! 
Bliss  of  forgiveness!     His  love  is  mine. 

"What  can  I  do  for  Thee,  Lord?    My  Lord!" 

His  word  is  nigh: 
"Gather  my  sheep  and  the  lambs  a-cold. 
Luring  them   back   to   the   blessed  Fold! 

Quick!  ere  they  die. 
They  have  wandered  far  in  the  snow  and  rain; 
I  hear  their  moaning,  I  feel  their  pain!" 

Over  the  crags  and  the  pathless  plain 

They  softly  come. 
Breathless  and  blissful,  I  lead  them  on, — 
For  love,  it  is  mighty  to  rest  upon ! — 

In  silence  dumb; 
Thine  is  the  Voice  which  they  love  and  know; 
I  only  guide  them  through  sleet  and  snow. 

Ever  Thy  tenderness  thrills  the  gloom 

With  life  and  cheer. 
Help  us  and  welcome  us.  Lord  of  the  Fold! 
Show  us  Thy  radiant  City  of  Gold, 

Swung  close  a-near! 
Windless,   unruffled,  Thy  luminous  sea, 

Ever  reflecting  the  rose-warmth  of  Thee. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  79 

Christmas  As  It   is  Celebrated    in  This  and 
Other  Lands 

By  Madeleine  Mxirphy,  B.A. 

3r  has  been  an  instinct  in  nearly  all  peoples,  whether  sav- 
age or  civilized,  to  set  aside  certain  days  for  special  cere- 
monial observances,  attended  by  outward  rejoicing — a 
tendency  which  answers  man's  need  of  lifting  himself  above 
the  commonplace  and  everyday  things  of  life,  and  so  escap- 
ing the  oppressing  weight  of  monotony.  In  modern  times 
we  have  almost  lost  the  festival  habit,  but  if  there  is  one  feast 
that  survives  among  us  as  a  universal  tradition,  it  is  Christ- 
mas— the  feast  which  alone  has  the  character  of  sanctity 
which  marks  the  true  festival. 

Christmas !  how  many  images  the  word  calls  up !  We 
think  of  holly-decked  churches  and  carol-singers,  of  frost 
and  snow  in  contrast  with  warm  hearths  and  homes  bright 
with  light  and  colour,  of  feasting  and  revelry,  of  greetings 
and  gifts  exchanged,  of  illuminated  trees,  and  stockings  hung 
by  the  fire-place  or  bedside,  in  anticipation  of  the  visit  of  Santa 
Claus  to  the  little  ones — images  all  connected  so  inseparably, 
for  those  who  speak  the  English  tongue,  with  that  blessed 
season  of  love,  that  it  is  almost  impossible  to  picture  the 
Christmas  of  other  countries,  celebrated  in  other  ways,  among 
other  surroundings,  different  from  our  own. 

Yet  it  is  very  true  that,  as  we  find  the  name  of  the  great 
feast  changing  from  Christmas  to  Weihnacht,  Noel,  Calendas, 
etc.,  we  find  the  customs  attendant  on  the  celebrations  chang- 
ing also.  That  season,  which  for  us  speaks  of  solid  material 
comfort,  goodfellowship  and  charity,  with  a  small  flavour  of 
soothing  religion,  in  the  Scandinavian  tongues  hails  a  time  of 
sport,  recreation  and  social  gaiety  turning  the  night  into  day. 
In  Italy  the  worship  of  the  Christ  Child  or  Bambino  is  the 


so  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

chief  feature  of  the  celebration;  in  Germany  exists  the  chil- 
dren's paradise,  equally  shared  by  all,  for  at  this  season  the 
old  become  young  again ;  while  in  France,  Christmas  celebra- 
tions are  becoming  more  and  more  overshadowed  by  those  of 
New  Year's. 

The  keeping  of  Christmas  originated  in  Rome  from  the 
desire  to  express  mysticism,  and  reverence  to  the  Infant  God  on 
the  day  when  Christ  came  to  earth  and  so  united  it  with 
Heaven.  One  of  the  very  first  means  of  celebration  was  by 
the  Christmas  crib,  or  "presepio,"  in  which  was  represented 
the  original  scene  of  our  Infant  Saviour's  birth.  This  is  still 
the  special  Christmas  symbol  of  the  Italians.  The  crib  is  a 
miniature  replica  of  the  landscape  of  Bethlehem,  modelled  in 
paste-board  and  evergreens.  Down  a  little  hill,  verdant  with 
moss,  several  paths  wind  to  a  sacred  grotto  in  which  the  new- 
born Infant  lies  on  a  bed  of  straw,  watched  over  by  His  Mo- 
ther and  Foster  Father,  and  adored  by  the  three  Wise  Men, 
whose  guiding  star  shines  brightly  above  the  doorway.  The 
animals  of  the  stable  look  their  dumb  adoration,  while  angels 
suspended  above  the  Baby  pay  celestial  homage.  Italian 
presepi  vary  in  size  and  magnificence,  but  are  invariably  pre- 
sent in  some  form,  in  all  Italian  homes  and  churches;  and  be- 
fore them,  in  commemoration  of  the  magi  of  old,  the  peasants 
offer  again  each  Christmas,  their  gifts — not,  indeed,  of  gold, 
frankincense  and  myrrh,  but  such  lowly  tribute  as  chestnuts, 
apples  and  tomatoes.  The  presepi  are  not  taken  down  until 
the  Feast  of  the  Epiphany,  when  the  Bambino  is  passed  around 
to  be  kissed  by  all  before  being  put  carefully  away  until  next 
year. 

Into  Germany  in  the  fourteenth  century  came  a  develop- 
ment of  the  custom  of  the  crib,  in  that  of  cradle-rocking.  In 
an  ordinary  wooden  cradle  an  image  of  the  little  Christ  Child 
was  put,  to  be  rocked  by  the  peasants,  who  were  thus  brought 
into  more  intimate  touch  with  their  Baby  Creator,  for  Whom 
they  could  express  the  degree  of  their  love  by  mild  or  vigor- 
ous rocking.  At  first  only  priests  were  privileged  to  rock 
the  cradle,  while  choirs  sang  and  the  people  danced,  but  af- 


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terwards  the  privilege  became  more  common,  and  finally  the 
image  of  the  Christ  Child  was  no  longer  rocked,  but  enthroned 
on  the  altars  of  the'  churches,  where  it  still  reigns  at  Christ- 
mas-time, until  at  the  close  of  the  season  it  is  brought  down 
to  the  congregation  for  veneration. 

In  nearly  every  European  country  there  exists  at  the 
present  day  the  custom  of  carrying  about  a  star  of  Bethlehem 
all  through  the  Christmas  season.  Three  youths,  dressed  as 
Magi  Kings,  and  a  fourth  with  a  paper  lantern  fashioned 
in  the  form  of  a  star,  made  to  revolve,  and  lighted  with  can- 
dles, travel  through  the  streets,  singing  rhymes  about  the  Na- 
tivity, and  offering  happy  Christmas  wishes.  Sometimes  they 
wisely  bring  with  them  a  Judas,  with  a  purse  for  collection, 
sometimes  Herod  also  is  a  member  of  the  company;  always 
they  are  received  with  welcomes,  and  rewards  of  money,  cake 
and  drink,  and  before  they  disband  are  requested  to  stamp 
their  feet  on  the  snowy  fields  in  order  to  ensure  fertility  in 
the  coming  summer. 

The  custom  of  "star-singing"  reminds  us  naturally  of  the 
time-honoured  Christmas  carol.  In  Rome  the  coming  of  Christ- 
mas used  to  be  heralded  by  the  arrival,  ten  days  before  the  end 
of  Advent,  of  Calabrian  minstrels  with  their  sylvan  pipes,  play- 
ing on  every  street  their  plaintive  music  before  shrines  of  the 
Madonna.  In  Sicily  this  is  still  done ;  in  Roumania,  Germany, 
Spain,  Mexico  and  many  other  countries,  Christmas  dramas, 
re-enacting  the  season's  events,  are  very  popular,  and  every- 
where the  Christmas  carol  rings  out  its  joyous  message,  re- 
minding us  that 

"Eastern   kings  are  on   their   way 

To   the  town   of   Bethlehem; 
Shepherds  run  ere  break  of  day, 
At  His  Feet  their  vows  to  pay, 

In  the  town  of  Bethlehem, 
Where  a  God  Incarnate  lay. 
Would  I  had  been  there  to  see 
On  the  road  to  Bethlehem. 
Mary,  Joseph,  pray  for  me!" 


82  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

The  carol  has  a  spirit  all  its  own — a  spirit  of  simple,  human 
joyousness,  a  sense  of  kindliness  and  genuine  feeling,  as  though 
the  people  who  sing  it  are  truly  comrades,  intimate  in  their 
common  affection,  which  centres  around  the  cradle  of  the  Christ 
Child. 

To  turn  to  pagan  survivals  of  Christinas  customs,  different 
countries  offer  us  different  examples.  Most  widespread  is  the 
belief  in  some  supernatural  distributor  of  gifts,  whose  person- 
ality varies  considerably.  In  some  countries  the  Christ  Child 
Himself  is  supposed  to  come  to  earth  on  Christmas  Eve,  laden 
with  gifts  for  deserving  children,  and  meting  out  punishment 
to  naughty  ones.  In  Germany  a  kind  of  good  fairy,  dressed  in 
white,  with  long,  fair  hair,  dispenses  happiness ;  while  with  her 
travels  "Knecht  Ruprecht" — an  awesome  creature,  shaggy  in 
skins  and  straw — an  inquisitive  and  withal  a  knowing  fellow, 
who  soon  identifies  culprits  and  administers  punishment  only 
too  scrupulously.  Of  course,  it  is  superfluous  to  mention  our 
own  dear  St.  Nicholas — our  Santa  Claus,  festive  elf — who  des- 
cends our  chimneys  noiselessly  and  invisibly  in  the  wee  small 
hours  of  the  night,  laden  with  gifts  sufficient  to  fill  to  over- 
flowing the  world  of  hosiery  awaiting  him. 

The  natural  kingdom  by  no  means  esicapes  the  influence  of 
Christmas  time.  Then,  and  then  only,  according  to  legend,  do 
animals  acquire  the  power  of  speech  and  prophecy;  as  if  en- 
dowed with  human  or  superhuman  intelligence,  on  Christmas 
Eve,  cattle  arise  in  their  stalls  or  kneel  in  homage  to  the  new- 
born King,  and  bees  congregate  to  sing  their  hymns  of  venera- 
tion. At  the  hour  of  midnight  also,  all  water  turns  to  sparkling 
wine.  Buried  treasures  are  revealed  during  the  chanting  of 
the  genealogy  of  Christ,  but  woe  to  him  who  seeks  them,  for 
uncanny  beings  dance  and  revel  abroad  and  frighten  the  adven- 
turous. On  this  night,  too,  the  dead  revisit  their  homes,  feast- 
ing on  the  Christmas  cheer  prepared  for  them  at  any  cost  by 
the  living  members  of  their  families. 

Whereas  we  find  the  crib  the  centre  of  Christmas  celebra- 
tion in  Southern  Europe,  in  England  and  France  the  Yule-log 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


usurps  its  prominence,  and  in  Germany  the  Christmas  tree. 
Escorted  to  the  fire-place  by  the  entire  family,  initiated  with 
a  broken  bottle  of  wine  and  lighted  by  a  brand  of  last  year's 
burning,  the  Yule  log  blazes  auspiciously.  It  is  often  sup- 
plemented and  sometimes  replaced  by  a  great  candle,  or  even 
by  many  little  ones,  representative  of  the  members  of  the 
family,  who  can  determine  the  comparative  length  of  their 
lives  'by  the  sta'bility  of  their  chosen  taper. 

Perhaps  the  most  delightful  custom  of  Christmas  is  the 
light-laden  tree — a  German  creation,  and  seen  at  its  best  in 
Germany.  Here  it  is  regarded  not  as  a  luxury,  but  as  a  ne- 
cessity, and  is  sold  at  every  market-place  weeks  before  the 
time  when  it  is  scheduled  to  burst  upon  the  sight  of  the  be- 
holder, a-glitter  with  lights  and  ornaments  and  gilded  fruits 
— an  object  of  dazzling  splendour,  which  scorns  the  utility 
of  even  bearing  gifts.  In  some  countries  the  tree  is  replaced  by 
an  ornate  wooden  pyramid  which  can  be  kept  with  its  accu- 
mulated associations  from  year  to  year. 

If  we  call  the  Christmasi-tree  the  most  delightful  of  the 
season's  customs,  then  surely  the  custom  of  exchanging  gifts 
is  the  most  blessed.  More  blessed,  of  course,  in  the  giving  than 
in  the  receiving,  but  indeed  very  blessed  in  its  important  con- 
tribution to  the  spirit  of  Christmas  feheer.  And  what  would 
the  modern  Christmas  be  without  its  cheer*— what,  indeed, 
were  it  not  the  one  season  of  the  year  "which  engages  the 
whole  world  in  a  conspiracy  of  love," — love  for  each  other, 
love  of  all  children,  but  most  of  all,  love  for  the  Christmas 
Babe,  and  ever-renewed  thanksgiving  that  though 

"The  passing  years  see  many  a  slogan  die 

Tliat  once  the  eager  ears  of  thousands  thrill'ed, 
'Behold,   we   bring  you   tidings   of  great  joy,' 

That  long  ago  the  world  with  magic  filled, 
Rings  down  the  years  as  full  of  hope  to-day 

As  when   the  glad   seraphic  chorus  told 
Its  fateful  meaning,  in  the  dawning  grey. 

To  Juda's  shepherds  watching  o'er  the  fold." 


84  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Father  Bernard's  Congregation 

By  iMaby  Agatha  Gbay. 

^gtATHER  Bernard  entered  the  door  of  the  little  suburban 
^^\  church  that  had  been  confided  to  his  care  a  year  ago  by 
the  Bishop.  It  was  only  a  little  church,  just  the  be- 
ginning of  a  new  parish,  and  there  had  been  many  disappoint- 
ments already.  Sometimes  the  horizon  looked  dark  still,  but 
Father  Bernard  never  lost  his  trust  in  God, — it  was  His  work, 
and  in  due  time  it  would  certainly  prosper. 

It  was  not  very  light.  Half-past  seven  on  a  January 
morning  is  apt  to  be  rather  glo»omy,  especially  when,  as  on  this 
occasion,  it  was  snowing  heavily  outside.  The  darkness  had 
in  it  something  misty  that  hindered  vision  and  prevented 
him  from  seeing  old  John  Quinn  who  was  kneeling  in  his 
favorite  corner.  To  the  priest  the  church  felt  cold  and  empty. 
He  sig'hed  a  little  at  the  desolation  of  God's  house  as  he 
knelt  for  a  moment  upon  the  lowest  step  of  the  altar  hefore 
he  passed  into  the  sacristy.  There  was  no  need  for  haste, 
even  the  diminutive  server  had  failed  to  appear,  so  he  lighted 
the  candles  and  set  the  cruets  on  the  end  of  the  altar  just 
behind  the  missal,  and  then  he  went  into  the  sacristy  again 
to  vest  for  Mass. 

John  Quinn  stirred  a  little  and  his  rosary  rattled  against 
the  seat.  The  little  sound  cheered  the  old  priest  somewhat ; 
there  was  one  person  there  at  any  rate,  he  told  himself. 

John  had  contrived  to  fight  his  way  to  the  church  in  spite 
of  his  age,  his  rheumatism  and  his  stick,  which  last  imple- 
ment was  heavy  for  the  old  man  and  seemed  more  like  an 
impediment  than  a  help.  The  old  fellow  gr<oaned  once  or  twice 
as  he  whispered  his  "Aves"  energetically.  He  was  in  pain 
for  his  pastor.  The  parish  was  but  a  year  old,  though  the 
frame  church  had  been  in  use  as  a  mission  station  for  half  a 
century.    Most  of  the  parishioners  had  grown  up  with  a  tradi- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  85 


tion  of  monthly  Mass  and  Communi'on,  and  it  seemed  strange 
to  them  when  they  found  themselves  able  to  attend  church 
every  Sunday  in  the  year.  Week-day  services,  especially  daily 
Mass,  seemed  almost  like  an  impertinence.  At  least,  it  was 
so  among  the  old  folks,  and  the  young  ones  had  not  yet 
learned  to  appreciate  their  graces.  Neither,  to  say  truly, 
were  they  eager  t'o  break  with  their  established  habits.  That 
perhaps  accounted  for  the  poorness  of  the  week-day  congre- 
gations, if  indeed  "congregation"  were  not  a  misnomer  for 
the  old  man  and  the  small  boy  who  acted  as  server.  These 
things  grieved  Father  Bernard  intensely.  It  was  not  a  year 
since  the  Blessed  Sacrament  had  reposed  night  and  day  in 
the  shabby  tabernacle,  and  fo  the  priest  it  seemed  unfbeliev- 
able  that  He  should  be  left  so  alone.  Sometime-s,  in  his  hu- 
mility, the  priest  asked  himself  if  it  might  not  be  his  fault, 
some  neglect,  some  incapacity  of  his  own  to  interest  the  people 
in  the  practice  of  their  religion.  But  the  answer  came  clear- 
ly and  readily  enough.  He  had  done  what  in  him  lay,  and 
it  was  his  people  themselves  who  had  failed  to  ris'C  to  their 
opportunities.  Sometimes  he  wondered  why  he  had  been 
chosen  for  this  work.  It  had  been  the  Bishop's  own  idea; 
but  it  may  be  that  the  prayers  of  John  Quinn  had  contributed 
to  bring  it  a'bout.  Be  that  as  it  may,  the  chief  had  looked 
with  fatherly  eyes  upon  Long  Furrow  and  decreed  its  erection 
into  a  parish  with  a  resident  pastor.  Moreover,  he  had  sent 
Father  Bernard  O'Malley  to  take  charge  of  the  new  parish, 
because  he  was  a  priest  for  whom  he  had  a  peculiar  esteem. 
Of  course  there  had  been  enthusiasm  at  first — there  always 
is.  Equally,  of  course,  the  first  fervor  had  died  diown  again 
after  a  little  while,  and,  being  but  human,  Father  Bernard 
was  discouraged.  He  had  spoken  earnestly  to  hi.s  people  on 
Sundays,  begging  them  to  'be  more  faithful  in  coming  to  Mass 
and  Devotions.  He  had  spoken  of  the  empty  church  on  the 
week-day  mornings,  with  much  feeling.  John  Quinn  had 
been  moved  to  special  efforts  and  had  resolved  to  be  there 
without  fail  every  day  that  he  possibly  could.    There  was  no- 


86  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

body  else  whom  he  could  influence,  but  he  flattered  himself 
that  he  could  just  about  manage  John  Quinn,  and  being  'of  a 
practical  turn  of  mind,  he  set  about  doing  it  forthwith. 

He  was  an  old  man  now  and  entirely  alone  in  the  world. 
Moreover  he  was  badly  crippled  with  rheumatism,  so  it  was 
not  so  easy  for  him  as  it  might  have  been  for  some  others, 
but  somehow  he  had  managed  to  reach  the  church  all  right 
and  slip  into  his  favorite  corner,  whence  he  could  watch  the 
priest  at  the  altar  and  see  all  that  he  did. 

On  this  morning  the  wind  was  howling  dismally  among  the 
bare  maples  that  surrounded  the  little  church.  Now  and 
again  a  flurry  of  hard  snow  was  flung  against  the  windows, 
and  the  light  before  the  statue  of  the  Blessed  Virgin  flickered 
in  the  draught.     The  emptiness  of  the  church  was  painful. 

"Poor  Father  Bernard!  God  help  him,"  he  prayed.  Then 
he  remeraljered  to  make  his  intention — "For  Father  Bernard, 
that  he  may  not  become  discouraged,  that  the  parishioners 
will  wake  up  and  come  to  daily  Mass,"  he  whispered,  and 
struck  his  breast  somewhat  noisily.  Presently  he  began  to 
remem'ber  that  he  was  not  there  alone.  His  guardian  Angel 
was  beside  him.  That  gave  him  an  inspiration  and  he  began 
to  invoke  the  Angels  of  the  absent  parishioners,  inviting  them 
to  assist  at  the  Mass  on  behalf  of  their  charges.  It  eeemed 
to  him  that  the  church  was  no  longer  empty,  that  it  was 
steadily  filling.  He  could  almost  hear  the  whirring  of  wings 
and  the  rustling  of  garments.  When  he  looked  up,  he  saw 
the  sanctuary  glowing  with  a  soft  misty  light,  like  incense 
that  holds  the  sheen  of  burning  tapers,  and  in  the  midst  of  it 
walked  Father  Bernard,  with  the  chalice  in  his  hands  as  he 
approached  the  altar. 

There  was  no  server  that  day,  lie  remarked,  and  a  prayer 
rose  to  his  lips  that  was  an  invitation  to  some  citizen  of 
Heaven  to  return  to  earth  and  do  this  service  yet  once  again. 

Father  Bernard  genuflected  and  made  the  Sign  of  the 
Cross.    "Introibo  ad  altare  Dei,"  he  said. 

The  response  came  immediately  in  a  singularly  sweet,  clear. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  87 

boyish  voice.  The  priest  glanced  down  quickly  'but  could 
see  no  one  there,  only  the  dark  church  all  about  him  and 
the  sound  of  John  praying  half  audibly  away  off  in  the  dis- 
tance. He  gave  himself  a  little  shake  and  continued  the 
psalm. 

Again  the  response  came  clearly,  and  far  more  correctly 
than  usual.  He  resolutely  closed  his  ears  and  refused  to  listen 
again.  Doubtless,  it  was  a  trick  of  the  Evil  One,  he  thought, 
as  he  ascended  the  steps  of  the  altar. 

John  prayed  as  though  with  some  new  power,  half  in- 
stinct, half  faith,  for  the  response  of  the  Angels  to  his  invi- 
tation had  made  him  bolder.  He  went  on  to  invoke  the 
presence  of  the  holy  Apostles.  He  saw  them  distinctly,  ven- 
erable men  who  stood  beside  the  pastor  and  ministered  to  him 
as  he  proceeded  with  the  Holy  Sacrifice.  And  then  he  called 
upon  St.  Joseph,  the  Patron  of  the  old  church,  and  St.  Pat- 
rick, and  the  martyrs  and  virgins  whose  names  he  had  met 
with  in  the  Litany  of  the  Saints,  or  who  were  mentioned  in 
the  familiar  Mass  prayers.  Not  one  of  them  failed  him. 
They  came  in  troops,  or  singly,  just  as  he  called  upon  them, 
and  arrayed  themselves  in  the  sanctuary  or  in  the  body  of 
the  church,  just  as  was  fitting,  and  presently  he  became  aware 
of  music,  the  like  of  which  he  had  never  heard  before,  the 
raising  of  a  glorious  song  of  triumph  and  praise,  and  saw  that 
Father  Bernard  had  come  to  the  Preface. 

There  was  a  little  pause.  He  felt  that  his  own  angel  bent 
over  him  and  prompted  the  prayer  that  flashed  through  his 
mind,  a  thought  that  scarcely  dared  to  be  a  wish. 

It  was  answered  immediately,  for  he  saw,  standing  at  the 
Gospel  side  of  the  altar,  the  Queen  of  Heaven  herself,  and 
with  her  there  was  a  glorious  company  of  the  Blessed. 

The  song  of  triumph  died  away  and  a  hush  of  deepest 
reverence  fell  upon  all  that  holy  company,  for  the  bell  an- 
nounced the  moment  of  the  sacrifice,  and  John  looked  up  as 
the  Sacred  Host  was  lifted  heavenward  in  the  mortal  hands 
of  the  priest. 


88  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


He  scarcely  knew  how  the  next  few  moments  passed,  they 
were  so  full  of  action — of  profoundest  prayer  for  the  living  and 
the  dead.  The  dead?  Ah!  he  had  not  yet  gathered  in  all  of 
the  congregation.  He  must  summon  the  dead  of  the  parish 
to  come  and  take  their  share  of  G'od's  Gift. 

And  they  came.  They  stole  in  one  by  one — as  they  had 
gone  away — some  of  them  not  so  very  long  ago,  whose  faces 
he  could  re'memlber  well.  Others  there  were  of  more  ancient 
times,  clad  in  garments  'of  strange  fashions,  such  as  they  had 
worn  in  life.  One  or  two  came  clattering  up  the  aisle  with 
spurred  feet  and  swords  dragging  from  their  belts.  There 
was  an  old  lady  whom  he  remembered  distinctly,  crippled  like 
himself  with  rheumatism,  and  deaf  besides.  There  were  chil- 
dren ;  old  men  and  young  ones ;  young  girls ;  elderly  women. 
The  aisle  that  had  been  vacant  was  thronged  now  with  the 
holy  dead,  who  sto'od  in  serried  ranks  facing  the  altar  of 
sacrifice,  with  outstretched,  pleading  hands,  and  pa- 
tient faces,  uttering  no  word,  but  sighing  with  strange,  noiseless 
sighs  that  he  felt  rather  than  understood. 

"And  to  us  sinners,  Thy  servants  .  .  .  ."  one  of  the  prayers 
that  he  loved  the  most.  He  prayed  it  word  by  word,  begging 
''some  part  and  feU'owship  with  the  Apostles  and  Martyrs, 
that  he  and  those  for  whom  he  prayed  might  receive  pardon 
for  their  offences  and  come  safely  to  everlasting  life  with  all 
the  holy  ones  of  God."  And  then  he  held  his  breath  in  awe 
as  the  white  Host  fluttered  in  mysterious  benedictions  and 
was  wafted  'once  more  above  the  Precious  Blood. 

It  gave  him  a  new  confidence  when  he  remembered  that 
of  all  the  glorious  assemblage,  the  Chief  and  Centre  appeared 
to  be  the  least  of  all,  and  that  it  was  just  that  He  might  be 
able  to  come  easily  into  the  haven  of  his  soul.  Such  a  little 
soul  he  felt  it  to  be,  the  least  of  all,  for  the  suffering  dead 
had  already  passed  the  dread  ordeal  and  were  already  safe. 
Safe!  How  the  w'ord  haunted  him.  How  much  he  longed  for 
that  same  assurance  of  safety  that  only  death  could  bring 
to  him.     And  so  he  prayed,  begging  a  happy  death  for  him- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  89 

self  and  for  those  he  cared  for,  above  all  for  his  beloved 
pastor  and  the  souls  committed  to  his  keeping. 

There  was  s'o  much  to  pray  for — and  so  little  time — for 
the  swift  moments  went  by  so  quickly,  and  it  was  time  for 
him  to  receive  the  Bread  of  Life.  He  had  forgotten  all  about 
the  company  now,  and  reached  for  his  stick.  It  fell  as  he 
touched  it,  and  he  groped  in  the  darkness  underneath  the 
seat,  fearing  that  he  might  be  too  late. 

The  boy  saint  said  the  Confite'cr,  but  still  he  was  not  able 
to  go — if  only  'he  could  find  it !  And  then  he  saw  the  priest 
coming  down  the  altar  steps  towards  him,  the  ciborum  in  his 
hands. 

"Corpus  Domini  .  .  .  ,"  So,  his  Lord  had  come  to  him,  see- 
ing His  faithful  servant  helpless. 

When  he  raised  his  head  again  the  church  was  dark  still, 
and  empty,  one  w'ould  have  said,  except  for  two  worshippers 
who  knelt,  the  one  in  the  sanctuary  and  the  other  in  a  little 
corner  where  he  could  see  the  altar  and  watch  the  priest. 
The  lights  Avere  gone,  the  music  had  ceased,  and  yet  it  seemed 
to  him  that  the  sacred  presences  were  about  him  still,  press- 
ing upon  him,  like  friends  who  are  loath  to  say  farewell. 

Father  Bernard  knelt  on  the  lowest  step  of  the  altar.  He 
was  strangely  shaken.  He  had  been  ministered  to  by  unseen 
hands,  the  responses  had  been  spoken  by  persons  whom  he 
could  not  see,  and  the  music  of  choirs  invisible  had  fallen 
upon  his  ears.  And  even  more  than  all  this.  He  had  heard 
the  footfalls  of  a  multitude  that  passed  and  repassed  in  the 
sanctuary  and  in  the  aisles  of  the  church.  The  clatter  of  a 
sword  and  the  jingle  of  spurs  had  puzzled  him  more  than  a 
little,  and,  in  some  way  that  he  could  not  define,  he  had  been 
cfouscious  of  the  plaints  of  the  suffering  souls.  They  had 
seemed  to  press  upon  him  at  their  Memento  with  more  than 
an  ordinary  insistance.  The  experience  had  been  a  startling 
one.  It  was  in  vain  that  he  told  himself  that  he  had  been 
the  sport  of  his  imagination.  He  felt  a  real  objectiyeness 
about  the  whole  thing.    And  then  he  feared  again — witli  the 


90  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

fear  of  a  good  man  wh'o  dreads  above  all  things  to  be  de- 
ceived. 

One  presence  more  than  all  the  rest  had  first  startled  and 
then  comforted  him.  He  had  been  almost  sure  that  she  had 
stood  on  his  left  hand,  half  facing  him,  at  the  Gospel  side 
of  the  altar,  and  his  first  realization  of  her  coming  had  co- 
incided with  the  words  of  the'  liturgy,  that  he  remembered 
saying  with  unusual  fervor:  " Communicatinfir  with,  and 
honoring  in  the  first  place,  the  memory  of  the  glorious  Mary 
ever  a  virgin."  Yes,  he  assured  himself,  it  was  really  she 
who  had  been  there.  He  had  met  her  too  often  in  the"  mys- 
terious realm  of  prayer  not  to  know  her  then.  The  realiza- 
tion gave  him  a  new  courage.  If  she  had  been  beside  him, 
then  all  was  well.  If  her  hands  had  upborne  his  in  those 
solemn  moments,  there 'was  no  room  for  fear,  for  the  Victim 
was  her  God,  as  well  as  his- — and  He  was  her  Son  also.  All 
was  we'll  indeed.  He  bowed  his  head  in  humible  thanksgiving 
for  the  favor  that  had  been  granted  to  his  young  paris'h,  for, 
although  he  had  not  seen  them,  he  knew  that  the  Blessed  Ones 
of  God  had  that  morning  stood  beside  him  and  filled  the  empty 
church  with  the  warmth  of  their  devotion  and  their  love. 

And  then  he  prayed  with  a  new  fervor  for  his  people,  the 
flock  that  he  loved  and  who  were  so  far  from  realizing  his 
devotion  to  their  best  interests;  the  spiritual  children  whom 
he  would  fain  gather  about  the  altar  of  sacrifice  morning  by 
morning,  that  he  might  feed  them  with  the  Bread  of  Life. 
Ah !  if  they  would  only  understand.  If  they  would  only  cast 
off  their  indifference^ — and  their  fears!  What  more  could 
he  do,  he  asked  himself,  but  the  answer  would  not  come — not 
then- — the  saints  left  that  to  their  accomplice. 

He  rose  presently  for  he  could  hear  old  John  gfoping  for  his 
stick,  and  he  remembered  how  the  old  man  had  been  unable 
to  go  to  the  altar  rail  at  Communion  time.  He  found  it  lying 
just  outside  of  his  reach  and  handed  it  to  him.  Then  he  drew 
his  big  cloak  about  him  and  followed  the  cripple  out  of  the 
church. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  91 

"Fine  morning,  John,"  he  said  absently.  He  had  forgotten 
the  snow  that  was  drifting  in  under  the  big  doors,  and  the 
wind  that  was  howling  about  the  wooden  roof  and  breaking 
the  boughs  of  the  maple  trees. 

He  smiled,  a  little  oddly  the  priest  thought,  "Fine  morning, 
yes  Father,"  he  replied,  "and  it's  a  fine  congregation  we  had 
this  morning,  Glory  be  to  God!" 

The  priest  looked  at  him  quickly.  "Aye,  John,  just  one, 
but  of  the  finest  water — a  decoy  duck,"  he  added,  smiling  a 
little.  Father  Bernard  had  been  a  bit  of  a  sportsman  in  his 
time. 

John  shook  his  head.  "That's  not  what  I  meant.  Father," 
he  said.  "Sure  the  Mother  of  God  was  there,  and  the  saints 
and  the  holy  souls.    What  more  could  you  wish  for?" 

"Sure,  they  are  there  every  day,  John,  if  we  could  only 
see  them." 

John  gave  a  little  sigh  of  disappointment.  He  could  not 
realize  that  his  good  pastor  had  not  seen  his  congregation. 
But,  if  he  said  nothing,  it  ill  became  him  to  speak,  and  he 
limped  away  into  the  storm. 

Father  Bernard  watched  his  congregation  for  a  moment. 
"He  has  a  faith  that  is  almost  sight,"  he  said,  "if  only  he  had 
heard  what  I  heard  to-day." 

He  had  a  presentiment  that  he  would  be  called  out  before 
long,  and  after  he  had  taken  his  coffee  he  sat  reading  his 
letters,  unwilling  to  settle  down  at  his  desk,  almost  waiting 
for  the  summons  that  came  very  soon. 

"Eh?    Whom  did  you  say,  Martha?"  he  replied. 

"Mr.  Quinn,  Father.  He  slipped  on  his  own  doorstep. 
His  leg's  broken.  Dr.  Eyan  says,  and  he  can't  quiet  him. 
There  seems  to  be  something  that  he  wants  to  tell  you.  Will 
you  please  go  and  see  what  you  can  do  with  him?" 

He  rose  at  once  and  went. 

The  little  cottage  lay  a  few  feet  back  from  the  road,  at  the 
end  of  a  narrow  path  that  in  summer  served  to  divide  the 
flower  beds.    Now  it  was  a  hummocky  plain  of  snow  with  an 


92  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

icy  path  leading  across  it  to  the  door,  and  the  step  of  the 
wooden  porch  was  coated  with  ice.  Someone  had  scattered 
ashes  over  it  now  and  there  were  traces  of  feet  all  about. 
The  narrow  path  had  been  trampled  out  of  sight.  With 
scarcely  an  effort  he  could  see  the  neighbors  carrying  his  ' '  con- 
gregation" into  his  house.  Then  he  remembered  that  he  was 
needed  and  he  went  into  the  house. 

He  found  the  old  man  lying  upon  his  bed.  The  doctor 
had  just  gone  and  a  neighbor  woman  who  was  with  him  rose 
as  the  priest  entered  the  room,  and  went  away. 

Father  Bernard  stood  beside  the  bed  for  a  moment,  con-" 
scious  of  something  unusual  in  John's  expression. 

"Well,  well,  this  is  too  bad,"  he  said,  with  a  feeling  that 
he  must  say  something. 

John  stopped  him  with  a  gesture :  "Thank  you  for  coming 
to  me  so  soon,  Father,"  he  replied.  "Won't  you  sit  down  for  a 
minute.     There's  something  I  want  to  ask  you." 

"Go  ahead,  John.    If  I  can  answer  you,  I  will." 

The  old  man's  next  question  startled  the  priest:  "Father, 
didn't  you  see  the  congregation  at  Mass  this  morning?" 

Father  Bernard  shook  his  head.  The  thought  crossed  his 
mind  that  John  Quinn  was  wandering  a  little,  the  pain  per- 
haps, or  the  shock.  "I  saw  you,  John, — there  was  no  one  else 
in  the  church  for  me  to  see." 

"Then — "  his  voice  trembled  a  little,  "you  didn't  see  the 
Blessed  Mother,  nor  the  Apostles,  nor  St.  Joseph?"  He  raised 
his  head  a  little  and  looked  anxiously  at  his  pastor. 

Father  Bernard  did  not  answer  for  a  moment.  He  could 
see  that  the  old  man  was  sorely  disappointed.  He  had  not 
seen.    He  shook  his  head  slowly. 

John  took  hold  of  his  sleeve  half  fearfully:  "Then,  Fa- 
ther, I  shall  have  to  tell  it.  It  was  because  there  was  no  one 
there  and — you  know  you  said  yourself  on  Sunday  that  it 
Avas  a  shame  to  have  the  church  so  empty  of  mornings — so  I 
prayed  to  the  Angels  and  asked  them,  and  the  Blessed  Saints 
and  our  Lady  herself,  to  come  and  be  your  congregation." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  93 

He  paused  timidly  and  looked  into  the  priest's  face  wist- 
fully, "Did  'I  do  wrong,  Father?" 

Wrong !  Father  Bernard  was  lost  in  wonder  for  a  moment. 
Then  he  fell  upon  his  knees  beside  the  bed,  "Wrong,  John? 
Oh,  no.  But  noAv  you  must  tell  me  all  about  it."  He  shaded 
his  face  a  little  with  his  hand  that  the  old  man  might  not 
knoM'  how  much  he  was  moved,  and  John  Quinn  went  on 
with  the  story: 

"Then,  I  remembered  the  dead,  and  called  upon  them 
too.  And  they  came.  Father.  There  were  men  and  women 
and  children  too,  and  last  of  all  came  a  man  with  spurs  on 
his  heels  and  a  sword  by  his  side.  He  stood  right  behind  you, 
but  I  couldn't  see  them  so  very  well  because  of  the  light  that 
hurt  my  eyes,  but  I  felt  it  when  they  sighed,  though  I  didn't 
exactly  hear  them." 

"Yes,  yes,  go  on,"  he  said.  The  meaning  of  the  sounds 
that  he  had  heard  were  becoming  clear  to  him. 

"Then,  I  don't  remember  any  more,  Father.  It  was  Com- 
munion time,  and  I  lost  my  stick.  That  was  when  you  came 
dowi..  to  me  from  the  altar.  There  was  a  little  boy  beside 
you  with  a  golden  plate  in  his  hand  and  a  light  like  a  rain- 
bow round  his  head — but  I  had  forgotten  all  the  others  then." 

The  priest  took  the  old  man's  hands  in  his:  "Thank  you, 
John,"  he  said.  Then,  as  he  was  about  to  speak  again:  "No 
— you  did  perfectly  right,  and  I  am  glad  that  you  have  told 
me  all  about  it  for,  althcugh  I  saw  nothing  myself,  I  heard  the 
voices  of  the  congregation  and  felt  their  presence  about  the 
altar.  It  surely  was  a  glorious  congregation  that  we  had 
at  St.  Joseph's  this  morning." 

John  sighed  contentedly:  "I've  been  wanting  courage  to 
speak  to  you  these  three  days.  Father,"  he  said  presently. 
"I've  been  thinking  about  that  new  League  of  Daily  Mass. 
It  has  helped  in  Ireland  and  now  they've  started  it  in  New 
York.     Couldn't  you  start  it  here?" 

"But,  who  will  join  it?     It  will  be  a  very  long  time  now 


94  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

before  my  'congregation'  gets  on  his  feet,  I  am  afraid,"  he 
answered  ruefully. 

John  laughed  uneasily:  "I'm  not  making  any  trouble 
about  that,  Father.  It's  past  seventy  I  am,  and  broken  bones 
don't  heal  at  my  time  of  life.  It's  a  very  bad  break,  too, 
the  doctor  says." 

"My  poor  John!"  He  had  not  realized  before  how  much 
the  old  man  was  enduring,  nor  how  brave  he  had  been. 

"Sure  it  doesn't  matter.  Father.  I  knew  how  it'd  be  as 
soon  as  I  fell,  so  I  just  said  "Glory  be  to  God,"  and  went 
down  as  easy  like  as  I  could." 

The  neighbor  woman,  who  was  a  non-Catholic,  returned 
and  beckoned  the  priest  to  the  door:  "Doctor  wants  him  to 
sleep  now,  if  you've  done,  sir,"  she  said. 

Father  Bernard  bent  over  the  old  man  for  a  moment: 
"I'll  come  back  later,  John.    God  bless  you!"  he  said. 

Then  he  stole  away  to  think  things  over. 

It  was  three  months  later  that  the  bell  of  St.  Joseph's 
Church  tolled,  and  the  altar  within  was  draped  in  black; 
for  all  that  was  mortal  of  John  Quinn  was  to  be  laid  to  rest 
on  that  bright  spring  morning.  There  was  simple  music  and 
a  large  congregation,  for  Father  Bernard  had  told  them 
John's  story  of  that  January  morning  Mass. 

But  the  League  had  already  been  established  for  four 
weeks,  and  the  non-Catholic  neighbor  woman  who  had  cared 
for  John  Quinn  in  his  last  sickness  had  been  the  first  to  give 
in  her  name  as  a  member. 

The  following  year  the  Bishop  came  out  to  confirm  a  large 
class  of  candidates,  and  to  him  Father  Bernard  told  the  story 
of  John  Quinn  in  detail.  When  he  had  finished  his  recital  the 
Bishop  asked  to  be  taken  to  the  old  man's  grave,  and  there, 
kneeling,  he  prayed  for  his  soul;  but  he  added  a  petition  that 
John  would  still  remember  his  old  parish  and  see  to  it  that 
the  League  prospered.    And  it  does  to  this  day. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  95 


Cardinal    Mercier 

So  much  h,as  been  said  and  written  during  the  past  few 
months  of  the  great  Cardinal,  that  one  feels  "all  has  been 
said."  Indeed,  it  is  with  a  tlirill  of  genuine  jpride  that  we 
realize  that  our  periodicals,  our  daily  press  even,  have  praised, 
honoured  and  quoted  this  Prince  of  the  Ohurcli  until  it  would 
seem  presumptuous  to  attempt  to  produce  anything  which 
already  has  not  been  read  over  and  over  again.  Yet,  although 
this  is  true  in  a  certain  sense,  we  know  well  that  fhe  life 
and  character  of  so  great  a  man  will  furnish  material  for 
thought  and  inspiration,  may  we  not  say,  to  the  end  of  time? 

We  are  truly  fortunate  in  being  of  his  generation,  for  to 
quote  Carlyle,  "We  cannot  look  however  perfectly  upon  a 
great  man  without  gaining  something  by  him."  Well,  we 
have  been  "our  hero."  All  America  has  paid  homage  to  him. 
But  long  after  we  may  have  forgotten  wTiat  our  eyes  have 
seen,  we  shall  treasure  the  memory  of  that  personality;  and 
who  can  say  what  our  gain  will  be  from  the  long  and  per- 
fect looks  our  privileged  minds  will  take  at  a  man  great  in 
every  sense? 

It  is  indeed  gratifying  to  know  that  we  Catholics  are  not 
alonei  in  appreciating  this  Prince  of  the  Church.  Such  cur- 
rent opinion  as  the  following  is  evident  proof  thereof:  "A 
simple,  unaffected  man  who  takes  no  pridte  in  his  physical 
courage,  but  who  does  reflect  some  of  that  moral  and  mental 
pride  which  has  helped  the  world  to  understand  more  fully 
the  true  meaning  of  the  spirit  of  sacrifice." 

However,  as  Catholics,  we  have  "a  gain"  which  cannot 
be  shared,  that  which  accrues  from  -the  faith  that  makes  us 
see  in  this  distinguished  visitor,  one  of  the  Lord's  Anointed,  a 
faith  which  makies  his  passage  seem  like  that  of  the  "Spirit 
of  Peace,"  for  whose  reign  we  have  prayed  most  earnestly 
during  those  never-to-be-forgotten  war-times.     And  is  it  not 


96  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

fitting  that  lie  s'liould  seem  the  embodiment  of  such  a  spirit, 
who  was  the  instigator  and  la'ter  the  support  and  consolation 
of  his  own  heroic  people  when  they  were  obliged  to  choose 
between  the  thorny  path  of  duty  and  the  easy  road  to  af- 
fluence? Like  the  delicate  breath  of  such  a  spirit  too,  touch- 
ing a  responsive  dhoid  in  many  a  lonely  heart  among  us, 
came  the  gr€at  Prelate's  sincere  tribute  to  "our  brave  boys." 
Perhaps,  then,  it  is  not  too  muc'h  to  say,  that  while  Cardinal 
Mercier  did  not  disappoint  us  in  anytliiag  that  could  appeal 
from  a  worldly  point  of  view,  we  are  even  more  attracted 
by  the  priest  with  a  heart  so  like  that  of  his  Divine  Master 
as  to  be  capable  of  feeling  th,e  sorrows  of  others  even  when 
its  own  are  heavy  beyond  compare.  No  wonder,  t'hen,  that 
so  many  exclaimed  when  they  caug'ht  sight  of  him,  "He  is 
just  what  I  thought  he  would  be — a  saint'" 

May  the  resurrection  day  of  his  loved  Belgium  be  has- 
tened ! 


®l|r  3ttfttttabU 

I  like  the  man  who  faces  what  he  must 

With   step   triumphant   and   a  heart  of  cheer; 
Who  fights  the  daily  battle  without  fear; 

Sees   his   hopes   fail,   yet   keeps   unfaltering  trust 

That  God  is  God;  that  souk  how,  true  and  jus^ 
His  plans  work  out  for  mortals;  not  a  tear 
Is  shed  when  fortune,  which  the  world  holds  dear, 

Falls  from  his  grasp;  better,  with  love,  a  crust 

Than  living  in  dishonor;  envies  not. 

Nor  loses  faith  in  man;  but  does  his  best. 

Nor  ever  mourns  over  his  humble  lot, 

But  with  a  smile  and  words  of  hope,  gives  zest 

To  every  toiler;  he   alone  is   great, 

Who  by  a  lifci  heroic  conquers  fate. 

SARAH  K.  BOLTON. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  97 


Officers  oi  the  St.  Joseph's  College 
Alumnae  Association 


1919-1920 


Honorary  Patron— The  Very  Rev.  W.  R.  Harris.  D.D.,  LL.D. 

Spiritual  Director— The  Rev.  E.  Murray,  C.S.B. 

Honorary  President — The  Reverend  Mother  Superior  of  th« 
Community  of  St.  Joseph. 

President — Mrs.  J.  E,  Day. 

Vice-Presidents — Miss  M.  L.  Hart,  Miss  Ina  Larkin,  Mrs. 
Paul  0 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  T.  F.  McMahon,  Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde. 

Counsellors — Mrs.  J.  A.  Thompson,  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy, 
Misses  Nellie  Kennedy,  and  Mary  McGrath. 

Treasurer — Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse. 

Recording  Secretary — Mrs.  C.  F.  Riley. 

City  Correspondence  Secretary — Miss  Edna  Mulqueen. 
Out-of-Town  Correspondence  Secretary — Miss  Cecil  Healy. 
Press  Secretary — Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron. 
Historians — Mrs.  Fred  O'Connor,  Mrs.  F.  P.  Brazil. 


98 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


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In  order  to  make  this  department  devoted  to  news  truly 
representative  of  'the  Alumnae  Association,  members  are  re- 
quested to  kindly  co-operate  and  send  items  pertaining  to 
anyth.ing  \\''hic'h  might  prove  interesiting  to  other  members. 
Alma  Mater  is  always  concerned  in  her  c'hildren  and  follows 

them  with  much  regard. 

*  •     *     « 

The  Women's  Press  Club  gave  a  small  te'a  in  their  new 
spacious  rooms,  when  Miss  Catherine  Proctor,  Miss  Archi- 
bald, and-  The  leading  lady  from  the  Robins  Stock  Co.,  were 
the  guests  of  honor.  Miss  M.  L.  Hart,  president,  received. 
Quantities   of   pink   asters   and   white   flowers   decorated   the 

pretty  tea  table. 

«     •     •     • 

St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae  Association  extends  a  hearty 
welcome  to  Rev.  Bernard  Doyle,  w'ho  returned  September 
16th  after  two  years'  service  as  military  chaplain  overseas. 
Father  Doyle  has  been  chaplain  on  board  the  Essiquibo  since 

the  signing  of  armistice. 

•  •     •     • 

Sineerest  sympathy  and  prayerful  remembrance  to  Miss 
Mary  Regan  in  the  los^s  of  her  dear  mother;  to  Miss  K. 
Clarke,  Mrs.  William  Walsh  and  Mrs.  J.  MeCabe  in  the  loss 
of  their  sister,  Mrs.  Evans;  to  Mrs.  Mary  A.  Kavanagh  in 
fhe  death  of  her  friend,  Miss  Isabel  Besford;  to  Mrs.  J.  J. 
M.  Landy,  in  the  sudden  death  of  Mrs.  J.  Landy,  senior;  to 
Mrs.  P.  MoGarry  (H.  Phillips)  in  the  death  of  'her  sister.  Rev. 
Sister  M.  St.  James,  of  St.  Joseph's  Convent,  Toronto,  and  to 
Miss  Florence  Tobin,  B.A.,  in  the  death  of  her  mother. 


Of  our  Spiritual  Director,  the  "New  World"  of  Chicago 
notes:  "A  distinguished  clerical  visitor  to  this  city  recently 
was  Rev,  E.  F.  Murray,  C.S.B,  Father  Murray  is  a  veteran 
Canadian  educator  in  the  services  of  fhe  Church.  He  'has 
been  connected  with  Catholic  educational  institutions  since 
1855.  He  is  at  present  attached  to  St.  Michael's  College, 
the  Catholic  College  of  the  University  of  Toronto." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  99 

Our  Alumna,  Miss  B.  Heydon,  is  presenting  her  Alraa 
Mater  with  a  magnificent  piece  of  tapestry  work,  executed 
in  1858,  by  her  mother,  Mrs.  F.  Heydon  (Isabella  Gracey)  who 
was  one  of  the  first  four  pupils  of  St.  Joseph's  Convent,  To- 
ronto. The  tapestry,  which  was  awarded  a  gold  medal,  was 
also  exhibited  by  the  late  Archbishop  Charbonelle  at  fairs  in 
both  Kingston  and  Montreal.  The  late  Mrs.  C.  O'Connor  (Mary 
Agnes  Heydon)  who  died  last  June,  was  also  a  daughter  of 
Mrs,  Heydon  and  an  esteemed  alumna  of  St.  Joseph's. 


Sept.  11. — A  preliminary  meeting  of  the  Executive  was 
held  for  the  purpose  of  forming  its  various  sub-committees, 
which  resulted  as  follows:  Academic — Mrs.  Fred.  O'Connor, 
Mrs.  F.  P.  Brazil,  and  Mrs.  Thomas  MeCarron.  Programme 
and  Social— Miss  M.  L.  Hart,  Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde,  Mrs.  T.  F. 
McMa'hon,  Mrs.  Paul  O 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy  and 
Misses  N.  Kennedy,  M.  McGrath  and  I.  Larkin.  Spiritual 
and  Cemetery — Mrs.  A.  J.  Thompson,  Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde  and 
Miss  C.  Healy.    Mrs.  James  E.  Day  presided. 


Miss  Minnie  Sullivan,  Edward  Street,  St.  Catharines,  tas 
been  added  to  the  list  of  members,  also  Miss  Irene  Richards, 
Miss  D.  Cleary  and  Mrs.  F.  T.  Pujolas. 


"Glint  and  Gleanings"  in  the  Sunday  World,  by  Miss  M. 
L.  Hart,  are  always  very  interesting.  Miss  Hart  is  continually 
doing  a  great  work  with  her  pen,  and  we  like  to  read  her 
opinion  on  general  topics  of  the  day, 

*     *     *     • 

To  Mrs.  James  E,  Day  came  the  following  letter  from 
Miss  Norah  Warde  :  "1103  N.  Nevada  Ave.,  Colorado  S'prings, 
Cal.  My  dear  Aunt  Amy, — It  was  so  kind  of  you  and  the 
other  members  of  the  Alumnae  to  send  me  those  flo,wers.  They 
are  pretty  pink  rosebuds  of  such  an  exquisite  s'hade.  When 
one  is  thousands  of  miles  away  from  home  these  things  mean 
so  much,  and  it  is  nice  to  know  that  St.  Joseph's,  which  will 
always  hold  fond  memories  for  me,  has  not  forgotten  one  who 
passed  throug'h  its  halls  some  years  ago.  Please  thank  the  dif- 
ferent members  and  tell  them  how  very  much  I  appreciate 
their  kind  thought.  With  best  wishes  to  the  Alumnae  for 
the  coming  year,  I  remain,  very  sincerely." 


100  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

The  Alumnae  appreciate  this  sweet  acknowledgement 
and  were  only  too  glad  to  send  fond  remembrance  in  "pretty 

pink  rosebuds." 

•  •     •     • 

In  ftrder  to  spread  the  new  scheme  for  preventive  work 
against  tuberculosis,,  the  management  of  the|  Queen  Mary 
Hospital  have  appointed  a  Field  Seeretai-y,  and  'have  chosen 
Mrs.  L.  A.  Gurnett  to  fill  the  position.  Mrs.  Gurnett's  head- 
quarters will  be  *at  fhe  Gage\  Institute,  College  Street.     We 

wish  Mrs.  Gurnett  much  success. 

*     •     •     •     • 

The  interest  of  certain  golfers  has  been  focused  on  the 
weekly  competitions!  played  at  Laketview  Golf  Club.  On 
September  15th  Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron  won  the  handicap 
first  prize, — the  bogey  competition  on  the  22nd,  and  tied  the 
sealed  hole  competition  on  October  16t'b.  At  the  Mississauga 
Club  field  day  Mrs.  S.  G.  Crowell  daptured  the  first  prize  for 
approaching.  Mrs.  Jolin  M.  Sheahan,  captain  of  the  ladies' 
club  at  the  St.  Catharines  Country  Club,  has  had  a  busy 
season  Icoking  iafter  the  various  interests  of  thei  club. 

•  •     •     • 

Letters  of  appreciation  and  thanks  have  been  received 
by  the  Catholic  Truth  Society  from  Mrs.  W.  H.  Cawthra  and 
Marquise  de  Noalles,  president  of  the  Society  for  the  devas- 
tated parts  of  Fnance,  in  recognition  of  the  financial  support 
($104)  to  which  St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae  contributed 
a  cheque. 

«        4i        «        *        *        * 

Congratulations  to  Miss  Clara  McGuire,  of  St.  Joseph's 
High  School,  in  winning  the  second  scholarship  given  by  the 
Alumnae ;  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Edward  Gratton  Giblin  (Miss  Ger- 
trude Ryan)  who  were  married  in  St.  Monica's  church,  July 
23rd,  by  Rev.  James  B.  Dollard,  Litt.D. ;  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Har- 
fo.rd  (M.  McDougall),  who  were  married  in  St.  Joseph's 
Church,  Toronto,  Sept.  23rd;  to  Mr.  and  Mrs,  C.  Filgiano  (Q. 
Quinlan)  who  were  married  in  Barrie  on  September 
17th  ;  to  Mrs.  Frank  McLaughlin,  past  president  of 
the  Loretto  Alumnae,  on  the  birth  of  a  son ;  to  Miss 
Bernadette  Walsh,  Miss  Eleanor  Morrow,  and  Miss 
Elmsley.  on  the  appointment  of  their  brother,  Brigadier-Gener- 
al James  Harold  Elms-ley,  C.B.,  C.M.G.,  D.S.O.,  to  the  com- 
mand of  military  district  No.  2,  with  headquarters  in  Toron- 
to; to  Mrs.   T.   Coleman    (J.   McGregor)    on   the   birth   of   a 


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daughter;   to  Mr.   and   Mrs.  John   O'Neill   on   Mr.   O'Neill's 

election  as  Liberal  for  South  East  Toronto;  to  Mrs.  Leo  J. 

Phelan  on  the  birth  of  a  son;  ta  Miss  Mary  Moore  on  winning 

the  scholarship  for  Highest  Standing  in  Junior  Matriculation, 

competed  for  by  the  pupils  of  Loretto  and  St.  Joseph's,  and 

donated  by  Mrs.  Ambrose  Small;  and  to  Mrs.  Manning  Do- 

herty  on  the  appointment  of  her  husband,  Mr.  Manning  Do- 

herty  as  Minister  of  Agriculture  in  the  Provincial  Parliament. 

****** 

Miss  Hattie  McCann  of  Jersey  City  was  visiting  in  Toronto 
during  September.  Miss  McCann  has  been  engaged  'as  Am- 
bulance Driver  for  the  Red  Cross  in  New  York  City  during 
the  })ast  year,  and  she  had  many  interesting  things  to  relate 
about  her  work. 

Misis  B.  Heydon  has  gone  to  spend  the  winter  with  friends 

in  California. 

«    *    «    *    •    * 

Sept.  24. — At  Massey  Hall  the  Italian  Choirs  under  the 
distinguished  leadership  of  Maestro  Raffaelo  Casimiri,  were 
greeted  by  a  large  audience  of  music  lovers,  among  whom 
onei  recognized  a  large  representatio.n  of  the  Catholic  laity, 
clergy  and  members  of  St.  Joseph's  Alumnae.  The  selections 
given  embraced  genuine  church  numbers,  and  a  large  part  of 
tha  programme  was  devoted  to  the  work  of  Palestrina,  who  in 
the  sixteenth  century  made  Rome  a  musical  power.  The 
strong  feature  of  the  singing  was  the  great  brilliancy  of  tone 
and  devotional  fervor.  Some  of  those  present  were :  Mrs. 
B.  L.  Monkhouse,  Miss  Mary  McOrath  and  visitor,  Mrs. 
Sehimpp  of  New  Orleans;  Mrs.  S.  G.  Crowell,  MiSfS  K.  Moy- 
lan,  Mis?  Benning,  Miss  M.  Duggan,  Mrs.  A.  J.  McDonagh, 
Mrs.  H.  Phelan,  Miss  M.  Morro.w. 

•     ••••••• 

Sept.  29. — Mr»^.  J.  D.  Warde  was  the  hostess  of  a  huge 
toy  shower  at  her  homa  in  Rowanwood  Ave.  in  aid  of  the 
great  charity  of  sending  toys  to  the  Western  missions  by  the 
Catholic  Church  Extension.  Four  hundred  and  seventy  toys 
and  twenty  dollars  and  fifty  cents  were  presented.  Miss 
Hoskin,  President  of  the  Women's  Auxiliary,  in  a  few  well- 
chosen  words,  explained  the  work  of  the  Society  and  em- 
phasized the  need  of  many  workers  in  the  hope  of  interesting 
new  mem^bers.  Mrs.  G.  iR.  Griffin,  Preisident  of  St.  Basil's 
Council,  'assisted  Mrs.  Warde  in  receiving,  and  at  the  pret- 
tily decorated  tea  table  presided  Mrs.  Harry  Phelan.    Among 


102  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

many  others  were:  Mrs.  F.  Latch,forcl^  Mrs.  J.  McDiarmid, 
Mrs,  M.  J.  Healy,  Mrs.  A.  J.  McDonagh,  Mrs.  W.  J.  Holstein, 
Mrs.    Thomas   MeCarron    and   Misses   C.   Healey    and   Mary 

Latchford. 

•     ••••• 

Sept.  30. — The  Women's  Press  Club  opened  their  attrac- 
tive new  quarters  on  King  Street  with  a  well-attended  tea, 
the  guests  of  the  afternoon  being  returned  men  of  the  edi- 
torial staffs  of  the  newspapers.  The  rcoms  were  gay  with 
huge  bonquets  of  purple  asters  and  autumn  foilage.  Miss 
M.  L.  Hart  made  a  brief  speecli  in  welcome.  Mrs.  Ambrose 
Small  and  Mrs,  James  E.  Day  were  among  the  invited. 

«     *     *     • 

What  'a  joy  to  know  Rev.  Mother  Al'berta  has  recovered 
from  her  serious  illness!  At  the  request  of  the  Spiritual 
Committee.  Rev.  R.  McBrady,  C.S.B,,  affered  the  holy  sacri- 
fice of  the  Mass  in  thanksgiving  in  the  college  chapel  on  Oc- 
tober 7th.  We  are  also  pleased  to  know  that  Rev.  Sister 
Stanislaus,  and  Rev.  Sister  Helen,  Superior  of  St.  Catharines 
Convent,  are  both  recovering  from  serious  illnesses. 

*    *    *    *    «    * 

Oct.  15th. — The  Women's  Canadian  Club,  the  Federation  of 
Christian  Mothers,  Loretto  Alumnae  and  St,  Joseph's  College 
Alumnae  Association  filled  Massey  Hall  to  its  utmost  capa- 
city to  give  welcome  and  reverence  to  his  Eminence  Cardinal 
Desideratus  Josephus  Mercier,  the  world  famous  prelate  of 
Belgium,  "whom  the  Germans  could  not  frighten  and  dared 
not  hurt."  Mrs.  J.  W.  Garvin,  president  of  the  Canadian 
Club,  under  whose  auspices  the  great  honor  was  given  to  To- 
ronto ladies,  said  in  welcoming  His  Eminence:  "It  is  a 
great  dream  come  true  that  Cardinal  Mercier,  this  beloved 
figure,  sliould  be  here  in  Canada,  in  Toronto,  and  with  us 
to-day.  When  the  sword  pierced  the  heart  of  Belgium  it 
entered  the  heart  of  Canada.  There  is  no  woman  in  the  hall 
who  does  not  look  back  through  tears  to  those  first  awful 
weeks,  when  Belgium  held  the  enemy.  Then  out  of  the  dark- 
ness arose  two  figures  that  will  forever  be  associated  in  the 
minds  of  the  people — a  tall  young  figure  in  the  soldier  blue 
of  Belgium — King  Albert — and  an  older  figure  in  Cardinal's 
crimson — crimson  is  the  color  of  courage.  It  is  the  color  of 
flame.  It  was  to  that  flame  that  we.  'as  well  as  your  country- 
men, turned  our  eyes  in  the  days  when  we  knew  that  if  the 
sword  of  Germany  did  not  utterly  s'hatter  the  heart  of  Bel- 


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103 


gium,  we,  as  of  the  British  blood,  would  soon  be  there.  That 
was  a  night  of  darkness,  but  this  is  the  dawn,  and  it  is  as  a 
herald  of  the  dawn  that  we  welcome  this  great  and  courage- 
ous friend  of  humanity — Cardinal  Mereier. ' ' 

Then  the  tall  figure  in  scarlet  robes,  with  the  sliglitest  ges- 
ture stilled  the  prolcnged  applause  which  greeted  him,  stepped 
forward  to  give  his  message  of  thanks  from  the  mothers  and 
children  of  Belgium  to  the  great  Dominion.  At  tfhe  conclusion 
of  his  address  Miss  M.  L.  Hart  extended  His  Eminence  a  vote 
of  thanks,  and  on  bebalf  of  St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae 
Mrs.  James  E.  Day  handed  a  purse  of  gold  to  the  distinguished 
dignitary  of  the  Catholic  Church. 

In  gratitude  to  the  Alumnae  His  Eminence  Cardinal  Mer- 
eier, sent  through  His  Grace,  Archbishop  Neil  McNeil,  a  large 
photograph  of  himself  with  his  auto.grap'h,  and  blessing. 


Miss  Louise  Harkins  of  New  York,  graduate  of  St.  Mich- 
ael's Hospital,  has  been  an  interesting  visitor  at  the  home  of 
her  sister,  Mrs.  Annie  "Wallace,  in  Euclid  Ave. 


Oct.  13th. — Mrs.  Ambrose  Small  gave  an.  address  in  Clever- 
land,  during  the  progress  of  the  Ohio  State  Universities  and 
College  Alumnae  Convention,  on  "What  Education  Means 
to  a  Nation." 

•     •     •     •     • 

Oct.  15th. — The  College  Auditorium  was  filled  for  the 
first  quarterly  meeting  of  the  Alumnae  with  members  and 
pupils  of  the  College,  to  hear  the  address  of  Rev.  Cyril  Kehoe, 
O.O.C,  on  "St.  Theresa,"  whose  337th  anniversary  was  being 
commemorated.  Mrs.  James  E.  Day  introduced  the  speaker 
to  the  audience,  and  Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse  moved  a  hearty 
vote  of  t'han\ks,  seconded  by  Miss  Edna  Mulqueen.  Following 
the  meeting  tea  was  served.  Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde  and  Mrs.  Thos. 
McCarron  were  hostesses,  with  the  Executive  constituting  the 
reception  committee.  The  tea  table  was  decorated  with  a 
gold  basket  of  autumn  foilage  entwined  with  tulle  in  the 
Alumnae  colors, — brown,  gold  and  blue.  Mrs.  T.  F.  Dryden 
and  Mrs.  T.  F.  McMahon  were  the  honorary  hostesses  who 
poured  tea. 

Much  pleasure  to  Miss  Edna  Mulqueen,  who  has  gone  with 
her  family  1o  sj)end  the  winter  in  California. 


104  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Eagerly  the  Alumnae  Association  and  friends  gathered  in 
the  College  Anditorium  on  I'he  evening  of  Octobeo"  25th,  to  hear 
the  Right  Rev.  Mgr.  Bickers'taffei-Drew,  of  England,  lecture 
on  "The  University  of  Common  Life."  Mrs.  James  E.  Day, 
in  a  few  timely,  earnest  words,  presented  the  speaker  (John 
Ayseough),  who  is  Senior  Chaplain  of  the  British  Forces,  an 
Oxford  convei't,  a  novelist  of  great  disitinction,  honored  by 
two  Pcpes, — Leo  XIII.  and  Pius  X. — on^e  created  him  a  Private 
Ch,amberlain,  the  other  a  Domestic  Prelate  and  a  Prothonotary 
Apostolic.  Monsignor  Bickerstaffe-Drew  bas  a  "wonderful 
charm  of  style  and  a  wondrous  fascination, ' '  and  his  audience 
carried  away  many  beautiful  thoughts  from  his  "University 
of  Common  Life."  Mrs.  Ambrose  Small  tendered  a  vote  of 
thanks,  which  was  most  cleverly  seconded  by  Miss  Rose  Fer- 
guson. Traveling  with  His  Reverence  was  Mr.  Frank  Bicker- 
staffe-Drew,  who  rendered  several  splendid  vocal  selections. 
Miss  Evelyn  O'Donoghue  also  sang. 

#  «     *     #     « 

At  twilight  on  Sunday,  October  26th,  Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde 
did  honor  to  her  reading  circle  by  having  the  Right  Rev. 
BickerstafferDrew  come  in  and  over  the  tea  cup  talk  on  the 
inspiration  of  his  many  books.  His  cousin,  Mr.  Frank  F. 
Bickerstaft'e-Drew,  accompanied  him. 

*  *     *     *     # 

Many  members  of  St,  Joseph's  Alumnae  took  advantage  of 
hearing  the  interesiting  lecture  at  Loretto  Abbey  College  on 
Sociology  by  Miss  Lily  E.  F.  Barry,  of  the  Catholic  Social  Ser- 
vice Guild,  Montreal. 

***** 

Mrs.  G.  R.  Griffin,  the  energetic  President  of  St.  Bisil's 
Council  of  the  Catholic  Chuirch  Extension,  is  to  be  compli- 
mented on  the  success  of  the  large  bridge  party  given  at  the 
home  of  Mrs.  A.  J.  Goug'h;  also  Mrs.  John  McBride,  who 
helped  so  generously  in  aid  of  the  bazaar  for  St.  Anthony's 

Church. 

*     «     *     *     * 

High  Mass  was  sung  in  the  College  chapel  Nov.  15th,  for 
the  repose  of  the  souls  of  our  deceased  members.  R.I.P. 

***** 

Oct.  27th. — Seldom  is  the  opening  of  any  play,  however  her- 
alded, greeted  by  so  large  and  brilliant  an  audience  as  that 
whic'h  filled  the  Princess  Theatre,  when  the  Women's  Press 
Club  inaugurated  their  "theatre  night"  with  the  happy  sel-ec- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  105 

tion  of  J.  M.  Barrie's  fantastically  "beautiful  play,  "Dear 
Brutus,"  presented  by  Mr,  William  Gillette  and  an  assisting 
company  of  great  exeellenoe.  At  the  final  drop  of  the  cur- 
tain our  First  Vice-President,  Miss  M.  L.  Hart,  in  her  capa- 
city as  President  of  the  Press  Club,  thanked  the  audience  for 
their  co-operation  in  making  the  event  so  striking  a  success. 


A  fancy  sale  under  the  auspices  of  the  Alumnae  was  opened 
Thursday  afternoon,  November  27th,  and  continued  all  day 
Friday,  the  28th,  with  much  success.  The  auditorium  and 
gymnasium  were  most  artistically  decorated,  and  in  keeping 
with  the  times  the  national  and  college  colors  formed  the 
scheme  of  decoration.  Suspended  everywhere  was  our  own 
dear  flag,  which  was  very  much  in  evidence.  The  pretty  apron 
booth  under  the  capable  management  of  Mrs.  T.  F.  McMohon 
and  Mrs.  A.  J,  Gough,  assisted  by  Miss  Morrow,  was  done  in 
the  autumn  shades.  Mrs.  Ambrose  Small,  convenor  of  fancy 
goods,  handkerchiefs,  etc.,  had  a  big  variety  and  had  the  able 
assistance  of  Mrs.  C.  F.  Riley,  Miss  Helen  Bunker  and  Mrs. 
D.  J.  Egan.  The  country  store  created  much  interest  and 
Miss  M.  Morrow  was  kept  quite  busy  disposing  of  every-day 
commodities.  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy's  bassinette  was  unusually 
pretty  in  pink,  and  blue  bdrds.  Miss  K.  Flanagan  assisted. 
The  candy  booth  was  beseiged  with  buyers  and  was  under  the 
direction  of  Mrs.  Fred  O'Connor,  Misses  N.  Kennedy  and  M. 
McGrath.  Misses  Bernadette  Brown  and  M.  Maloney  chose 
an  attractive  spot  for  their  fish  pond  and  Christmas  tree,  and 
Miss  M.  0 'Sullivan,  the  fortune  teller,  delighted  all  by  her 
forecasts  of  the  future.  The  tea  committee,  of  which  Mrs. 
James  J.  Loftus  was  convener,  assisted  by  Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde, 
took  care  of  a  large  number  of  afternoon  tea  people.  Others 
taking  a  prominent  executive  part  were  Miss  M.  L.  Hart,  Mrs. 
B.  L.  Monkhouse,  Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron,  Mrs.  Paul  O 'Sulli- 
van, Mrs,  G,  R,  Gritfin  and  Mrs,  Mosteller, 

Those  holding  the  lucky  tickets  on  the  chances  were : 
Miss  Hilda  Kramer,  manicure  set ;  Miss  J.  Gillooly,  filet-crochet 
sweater;  Miss  Margaret  Duggan,  case  of  Heinz 's  goods;  Sisters 
of  St.  Joseph,  St,  Mary's  Convent,  Bathurst  Street,  bag  of 
flour;  Mrs,  H,  Phelan,  victrola;  Mrs,  R.  C,  McHenry,  gold 
watch ;  Mrs,  W,  Ross,  order  from  F,  Lyonde  &  Sons ;  Mrs.  A.  J, 
Gough,  victory  bond ;  and  Miss  H,  J,  Jardine  guessed  the  name 
of  the  baby  doll — ^Betty, 

L.  MicCARRON. 


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Have  you  read  Graeechurch  by  John  Ayscough?  If  you 
have,  then  there  isn't  any  doubt  but  that  you  will  like  Fer- 
nando, which,  although  it  appeared  in  serial  in  1914,  was  not 
published  in  book  form  until  this  year.  And  even  if  you 
haven't  read  Graeechurch,  read  F€rnando,  and  Graeechurch, 
I  wager,  will  soon  follow;  for  these  two  books  centre  round 
a  certain  small  and  gifted  boy,  and  his  delightful  and  equally 
gifted  mother,  the  queen  and  idol  of  his  little  heart,  and 
the  analysis  of  character  in  each  is  extremely  interesting. 

The  first  seven  or  eight  chapters  of  Fernando  are  devoted 
to  the  introducing  of  the  reader  to  Fernando 's  paternal  and 
maternal  relatives,  some  of  whom  are  interesting  and  some  of 
whom  are  not,  but  even  where  the  characters  show  the  least 
attractive  qualities  and  prove  a  little  boresome,  John  Ays- 
cough  always  manages  to  restore  one's  good  humour  by  his 
keen  wit  and  shrewdness.  In  fact  throughout  one  is  im- 
mensely delighted  with  the  subtlety  with  which  the  characters 
are  drawn.  From  the  very  first,  sympathy  and  affection  go 
out  to  the  charming  young  Irish  maiden  (Fernando 's  mother), 
so  little  understood  or  appreciated  by  her  English  relatives- 
in-law.  But  it  is  not  until  the  reader  finds  himself  at  the 
end  of  Chapter  VIII.  with  Fernando  and  his  mother  quite 
alone,  that  he  realizes  by  his  breath  of  relief,  how  very  much 
he  wanted  to  have  these  two  entirely  to  himself.  From  there, 
right  on  to  the  last  line  on  the  last  page,  one's  interest  never 
wavers,  and  even  though  the  book  may  be  laid  down  for  a 
spell,  there  is  always  the  uneasy  feeling  that  one  wants 
to  get  back  at  it.  One  might  quote  passage  after  passage 
of  beauty,  wit  and  pathos,  until  a  review  would  become  a  very 
"mosaic"  of  John  Ayscough 's  own  inimitable  words  and 
phrases,  but  to  do  so  is  scarcely  fair  to  the  expectant  reader, 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  107 

for  jewels  are  bound  to  lose  something  of  their  accidental 
beauty  when  taken,  however  carefully,  from  their  setting. 
This  one  word  more  I  will  say,  if  you  want  to  read  the  reli- 
gious, domestic  and  social  experience  of  an  irresistible  child, 
with  all  a  child's  lovable  ways  and  attractive  little  weaknesses, 
of  an  unusual  boy,  or  of  a  charming  youth,  then  read  Fernando. 
It  is  a  book  of  smiles  and  tears — and  it  is  fact,  not  fiction. 


C.  T.  S.  Publications. 

The  Catholic  Truth  Society  of  Canada  has  published  an 
interesting  little  brochure  by  Hugh  Fraser  MacKintosh,  deal^ 
ing  with  the  History  and  Objects  of  the  Society.  Only  those 
who  have  studied  the  workings  of  the  Society  from  its  or- 
ganization in  1834  to  the  present  day,  can  realize  the  immense 
scope  of  its  work  and  the  vast  amount  of  good  which  has 
been  accomplished  by  its  publications,  which  are  instructive, 
interesting  and  extremely  reasonable  in  price.  We  congratu- 
late Mr.  MacKintosh  on  the  general  appearance  and  matter 
of  the  pamphlet.  The  Annual  Report  of  the  Society  by  the  Pre- 
sident, J.  P.  Murray,  arrived  just  as  we  were  going  to  print. 
Further  notice  of  it  will  follow. 

Along  with  the  little  History  came  a  list  of  best  books 
by  th€  best  Catholic  and  Protestant  authors.  We  take  it  the 
catalogue  is  not  meant  to  be  exhaustive,  but  merely  sugges- 
tive for  those  wishing  to  start  libraries  or  reading  circles,  and 
for  such  it  is  undoubtedly  a  valuable  guide. 


The  New  Year's  come!  and  so 

of  course,  new  leaves  you're 
turning  over.     My  wish  for  you 
is  that  each  leaf  will  prove 
a    four-leaf   clover. 


108  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Community    Notes 
3tt  ifflrmnrtam 

The  Late  Sister  M.  Prisoa  Devine. 

After  several  months  of  ill-health  and  patiently-borne  suf- 
fering, God  was  pleased  to  call  to  her  reward  on  September 
29th,  at  the  House  of  Providence,  Sister  M.  Prisca  Devine. 
Fev/  deaths  have  been  witnessed  in  the  Community  more  in- 
dicative of  that  perfect  abandonment  to  Gad's  Holy  Will  and 
complete  detachment  from  the  things  of  earth,  w'hich  make 
the  death  of  a  religious  a  thing  not  to  be  dreaded,  but  rather 
to  be  desired  as  the  portal  opening  upon  the  Home  of  eternal 
rest  and  happiness.  Like  many  a  hidden  Saint  in  th*  world 
and  in  the  cloister,  Sister  Prisca  performed  her  duties  Avith  a 
cheerful  readiness  and  exactitude,  whic'h  gave  abundant  proof 
of  the  spirit  which  was  animating  her  daily  life, — the  Spirit 
of  God  and  a  love  for  Holy  obedience.  Though  quiet  and 
unassuming  in  her  ways,  the  deceased  was  always  kind,  pa- 
tient and  ever  ready  to  lend  assistance;  at  any  time  or  in  any 
place,  so  that  a  strong  hand  of  friendship  was  forged  between 
her  and  those  with  Whom  she  lived.  And  after  thirty-seven 
years  spent  unreservedly  in  God's  service — many  of  which 
were  marked  with  the  cross  of  bodily  suffering,  we  cannot 
doubt   that   her   soul   is  now   enjoying   its    great   reward  in 

Heaver.. 

*     «     «     *     • 

The  Late  Sister  M.  Antoinette  Lehane. 

The  sudden  death  of  Sister  M.  Antoinette  Lehane,  after 
only  a  few  days'  illness  of  pneumonia,  occurred  on  Oct.  13th, 
at  the  Sacred  Heart  Orphanage.  Although  the  late  Sister 
had  niever  enjoyed  robust  health  and  was  always  more  or 
less  a  sufferer,  she  had  continually  taken  an  active  part  in 
community  life,  so  that  the  news  of  her  death  came  as  a 
shock  to  her  many  relatives  and  friends.  All  who  knew  Sis- 
ter Antoinette  feel  that  in  her  passing  away  they  have  lost  a 
dear  and  true  friend.  The  forty-two  years  of  her  religious 
life  were  spent  in  the  different  works  of  the  Congregation^ 
as  a  teacher  in  the  schools,  secretary  at  St.  Michael's  Hos- 
pital,  Superior   of  St.   Catharines'    Convent,   and   twice,    for 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  109 

several  years  at  a  time,  assistant  aceountant  at  the  Sacred 
Heart  Orphanage,  where  h^r  death  took  place.  God  seems 
to  take  pleasure  in  endowing  Religious,  His  spouses,  with 
the  fairest  and  best  qualities  of  heart  and  mind  and  it  is  not 
too  much  to  say  that  to  the  late  Sister  Antoinette  He  gave 
characteristics  which  all  admire  and  fain  would  possess;  for 
hers  was  a  soul  filled  with  the  love  iand  charity  of  Christ. 
Of  a  kind,  broad  and  sympathetic  disposition  herself,  she 
always  sought  for  what  was  best  in  others,  and  if  at  times 
she  was  disappointed  in  her  quest,  the  knowledge  thereof 
was  hers  alone,  for  that  highest  of  tributes  may  well  be  paid  to 
her,  that  no  unkind  nor  critical  remark  was  ever  heard  to  pass 
her  lips.  And  surely  such  exquisite  eonsid'eration  for  one's 
neighbour  is  that  supreme  test  of  love  iboth  for  God  and 
man,  which  St.  Paul  tells  us  is  "the  fulfilling  of  the  law." 
Scripture  bids  us  beware  of  making  every  man  our  confidant, 
but  of  Sister  Antoinette  this  too  may  be  said,  that  no  one 
ever  had  cause  to  regret  having  confided  in  her  as  a  friend, 
so  high  was  her  code  of  honour  and  so  endowed  was  she  with 
prudence,  that  rare  but  most  beautiful  of  gifts.  And  yet 
it  was  not  the  craft  of  the  world  and  its  mistaken  wisdom 
which  she  possessed,  but  the  prudence  of  which  Christ  Him- 
self spoke,  for  with  it  was  combined  a  charming  simplicity 
of  manner  and  childlike  naivete,  which  made  her  companion- 
able for  both  old  and  young  alike.  Yea,  and  we  are  confident 
it  is  just  these  same  fair  qualities  of  soul  that  have  won  for 
her  to-day  a  place  in  Heaven,  close  to  the  Heart  of  Jesus, 
that  Divine  Heart  of  charity  and  love.  Besides  her  Com- 
munity— ^and  its  loss  is  no  small  one — the  deceased  Sister 
leaves  many  relatives  to  mourn  her  absence,  among  whom 
are  a  brother,  Mr.  Lehane  of  Hamilton,  two  nephews,  Messrs. 
W.  and  J.  Lehane,  Toronto,  Rev.  Father  McGuire  of  Peter- 
boro  Diocese,  and  four  cousins  in  the  Community  of  St.  Jos- 
eph, Peterboro.  The  late  Archbishop  McEvay  of  Toronto  was 
also  a  cousin  of  the  deceased  and  the  late  Sister  Thecla  of 
the  Sisters  of  St.  Joseph,  Toronto,  her  sister. 


The  L&te  Silster  M.  St.  James  Phillips. 

In  the  death  of  Sister  M.  St.  James  Phillips,  which  oc- 
curred, after  a  lingering  illness  of  some  months,  at  St. 
Joseph 's-on-the-Lake,  on  Oct.  31st,  our  Community  has  lost 
one  of  the  most  promising  of  its  young  members  and  an  effi- 
cient teacher.    After  graduating  from  the  Academy  in  1912, 


110  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

where  for  several  years  she  had  been  a  resident  pupil,  and  af- 
ter completing  the  training  course  for  a  teacher,  the  deceased 
entered  the  Novitiate  of  the  Community,  where  during  the 
six  brief  years  of  her  religious  life,  she  proved  herself  a  model 
of  fervour  and  exactitude.  By  the  unmeasured  generosity 
she  brought  to  all  her  work  and  by  her  kind  and  gentle  ways, 
she,  all  unconsciously,  won  her  way  into  the  hearts  of  Su- 
periors and  Sister-novices  alike,  and  none  could  watch  the 
simple  earnestness  with  which  she  fulfilled  each  daily  duty, 
however  small,  without  being  convinced  that  bare  was  a  soul 
who  weighed  all  things  in  the  light  of  Eternity.  If  it  be 
true  that  "genius  is  patience  perfected,"  then  indeed  this  lit- 
tle Sister  of  ours  developed  quickly  genius  in  the  art  of  suf- 
fering, for  when  protracted  ill-health  became  her  portion,  she 
bore  it  with  a  sweet  resignation  not  often  found  in  the  young, 
to  whom  life  and  its  possibilities  offer  so  many  attractions. 
But  just  as  the  half-opened  bud  often  appears  to  us  sweeter 
'and  more  exquisite  than  the  full-blown  rose,  so  the  Divine 
Gaze  had  rested  with  complacence  on  this  unfolding  flower  in 
the  Garden  of  His  spouses.  And  straightway  God  plucked  her 
for  His  very  own.  For  three  years  previous  to  her  illness, 
Sister  St.  James  taught  in  St.  Joseph's  High  School,  Jarvis 
St.,  where  she  leaves  behind  her,  as  a  legacy  to  her  devoted 
pupils,  sweet  memories  of  the  miany  beautiful  lessons  she  in- 
stilled and  a  bright  example  of  patience  and  sympathetic 
understanding.  The  sincere  regret  with  which  her  many 
friends  received  the  news  of  her  early  death  testifies  to  the 
deep  esteem  and  affection  in  which  she  was  held  by  all  who 
knew  her. 

To  her  revered  mother,  Mrs.  H.  Phillips,  Merritton,  Ont., 
and  to  her  sisters  and  brother,  we  offer  our  loving  sympathy, 
and  even  while  our  tears  mingle  with  theirs,  we  must  not 
forget  that  although  there  is 

"Noi  love  without  depth,  no  depth  without  sorrow, — 
The  tears  of  to-day  are  the  joys  of  to-morrow." 
*     *     «     *     * 

May  these  dear  departed  ones,  whose  memory  we  cherish 
here  on  earth,  intercede  for  us  in  Heaven.  R.  I.  P. 

***** 

Rev.  M.  M.  Alberta,  Superior-General,  and  Rev.  Sister 
Camilla,  Secretary-General,  left  towards  the  end  of  October 
to  make  the  regular  visitation  of  the  Community's  Houses  in 
the   West.     Accompanying  Rev.   Mother   and   the   Secretary 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  Ill 

were  two  of  the  younger  members  of  the  Community,  Sister 

Mary  Adele,  who  will  remiain  in  Winnipeg  as  a  music  teacher, 

and  Sister  St.  Hugh,  who  will  be  stationed  at  St.  Joseph's 

Hospital,  Comox,  B.C. 

*    *     *     *     * 

On  Novemiber  4th  three  of  our  Sisters  celebrated  the  Golden 
Jubilee  of  their  entrance  into  religion,  Rev.  M.  Eucheria, 
Thorold,  and  Rev.  Sisters  Beatrice  and  Hermann,  Toronto. 
A  Solemn  High  Mass  of  thanksgiving  was  celebrated  by  Rev. 
Father  Pocock,  nephew  of  Rev.  Sister  Hermann,  with  Rev. 
Fathers  Dignan  and  Kelly  acting  as  deacon  and  sub-deacon 
respectively. 

The  September  number  cf  the  Lilies  had  already  gone  to 
print  when  the  good  news  came  of  the  return  of  our  friend 
Dr.  McKweon  and  his  family  from  England,  where  they  re- 
sided while  the  Doctor  was  engaged  in  military  surgical  ser- 
vice, and  their  son  was  fighting  in  France.  Dr.  McKweon  is 
one  of  our  most  s)kilful  surgeons  and  it  is  gratifying  to  know 
that  he  is  now  back  on  the  staff  of  St.  Michael's  Hospital, 
with  which  he  has  been  connected  for  many  years. 

***** 

We  offer  our  deepest  sympathy  to  the  Community  of  Lor- 
etto  in  the  death  of  their  dear  Mother  General,  Rev.  M.  M. 
Stanislaus.  In  the  passing  of  Rev.  Mother  Stanislaus,  not 
only  the  Sisters  of  Loretto  have  sustained  a  great  loss,  but 
Catholic  education  at  Large  has  lost  a  staunch  supporter,  and 
many  a  heart,  both  in  United  States  and  Canada,  is  sad  over 
the  death  of  her  who  knew  in  very  truth  what  it  means  to 

be  a  friend.    May  her  noble  and  holy  soul  rest  in  peace! 

***** 

What  a  happy  re-union  took  place  here  at  the  Mother 
House  when  Rev.  M.  M.  Mechtilde  and  Rev.  Sister  de  Sales 
of  London,  Rev.  M.  M.  Aldegond,  Mother  Clothilde  and  Mother 
.Vincent  of  Peterboro,  paid  us  a  few  days'  visit  in  honour  of 
our  November  Golden  Jubilarians ! 

«****- 

We  were  delighted  tO'  receive  a  call  during  November  from 
Rev.  Francis  P.  Duffy,,  New  York,  the  renowned  chaplain 
of  the  69th,  who  was  spending  the  day  at  St.  Michael's  Col- 
lege, of  which  he  is  an  alumnus.  Father  Duffy  has  many 
warm  friends  at  St.  Joseph's,  who  wish  him  all  future  suc- 
cess. 


112  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Congratulations  to  the  Sisters  Adorers  of  the  Precious 
Blood,  who  celebrated  the  Golden  Jubilee  of  their  foundation 
in  Toronto  on  September  8th  last.  We  feel  sure  that  Eternity 
wiill  hold  man^^  marvellous  revelations  of  the  good  vsrrought 
in  this  city  "by  the  prayers  of  these  holy  contemplatives.   May 

their  Community  continue  to  flourish! 

*  *     «     «     « 

A  special  matinee  of  the  drama,  The  Last  Days  of  Our 
Lady,  given  for  the  Sisters  by  the  young  ladies  of  St.  Joseph's 
Parish,  was  much  appreciated.  The  characters  were  inspir- 
ing and  were  well  taken,  the  tableaux  "being  particularly 
beautiful.    Many  thanks  to  these  talented  young  amateurs. 

tP  ll'  W  W  tF 

Rev.  M.  M.  Martina  and  companion  of  St.  Joseph's  Convent, 
Hamilton,  spent  an  afternoon  with  us  during  September,  and 
we  were  also  much  honoured  in  receiving  a  visit  from  the  Rev. 
Mother  General  of  the  Assumption  Sisters,  Nicolet,  Que,,  who 
on  her  way  to  Haileybury  called  to  see  two  of  the  members 
of  her  Community,  who  are  staying  here  at  S;t.  Joseph's  for 

the  year,  with  a  view  to  ibecoming  proficient  in  English. 

*  #     #     *     * 

We  are  deeply  indebted  to  the  Rt.  Rev.  Mgr.  Bickerstaffe- 
Drew  for  the  very  beautiful  and  inspiring  conference  he  gave 
the  Community  during  his  visit  to  St.  Joseph's.  We  wish 
to  acknowledge  also  our  gratitude  to  Rev.  Fathers  Viglianti 
and  Bonomo,  CS'S.R.,  for  having  so  graciously  interested 
themselves   in   securing  for  us  the   privilege   of  having  the 

priests  and  boys  of  the  Italian  Choirs  sing  in  our  chapel. 

*  «     *     *     * 

It  is  with  deep  regret  that  we  chronicle  the  death  of  one 
of  our  saintly  diocesan  priests,  Rev,  Father  Finegan,  late  of 
Orangeville,  Ont.  But  however  tragic  his  death  was  in  its 
suddenness,  it  was  most  beautiful  in  the  circumstance  that 
it  occurred  in  the  very  Presence  of  the  Blessed  Sacrament, 
whil'C  this  zealous  and  humble  priest  was  engaged  in  the 
lowly  office  of  making  ready  the  House  of  God  for  the  mor- 
row's worship.  Surely  we  might  say  of  him,  "the  zeal  of  Thy 
House,  0  Lord,  hath  eaten  me  up."  And  in  the  words  of  a 
recent  gifted  convert  to  the  Church,  this  might  'be  the  epitaph 
of  such  a  worthy  priest : 

"Here  I  rest,  whose  hands  once  held 
God's   own  Body   at  His  Shrine. 
Now  He  holds  me  like  a  child, 
In   His    clasp    divine." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  113 


ST.   JOSEPH'S    COLLEGE   DEPARTMENT   EDITORIAL 

STAFF. 

Editor-in-Chief— Miss  Ruth  Agnew,   '20. 

Associate  Editors — Miss  Helen  Duggan,  '19;  Miss  Helen 
Kramer,  Miss  Mary  Nolan,  Miss  Mary  McTague,  Miss 
Louise  0 'Flaherty. 

Local  Editors^Miss  Estelle  O'Brien,  Miss  Hilda  Meyer,  Miss 
Mary  Coughlin,  Miss  Hilda  Bryan. 

Music  and  Art  Editors — Misses  Gertrude  Goodyear  and  Eliza- 
beth Divine. 

Exchange  Editor — Miss  Julia  Walsh. 

Reporter  of  College  Notes — Miss  Mary  McCorinick. 


EDITORIAL. 

Once  more  the  year  has  rolled  around,  and  we  are  preparing 
Christmas,  1919.  with  joyful  hearts  for  the  Feast  of  the 
Prince  of  Peace,  Again  a  spirit  of  delightful  excitement  per- 
vades the  atmosphere,  and  every  time  we  see  a  sprig  of  holly 
or  a  wreath  of  evergreen,  or  hear  a  sudden  jingle  of  sleigh- 
bells,  a  feeling  of  joyful  anticipation  glows  brighter  in  our 
hearts. 

Christmas  is  indeed  the  season  of  good-will  to  all.  Mirth 
and  good-fellowship  reign  supreme,  and  all  hearts  are  blended 
in  one  flow  of  generous  kindness  and  warm  charity.  Every- 
where we  see  that  genuine  holiday  spirit  'tolerant  of  folly, 
and  anxious  only  for  amusement,'  and  the  beaming  face  of 
every  passing  stranger  seems  like  the  reflection  of  our  own 
happiness. 

The  greatest  and  most  heartfelt  joy,  however,  is  that  which 
surges  over  us  when  we  hear  at  Midnight  Mass  the  exultant 


114  ST.  JOSEPH  LnJES. 

peal  of  the  organ,  and  the  joyous    chant    of    the    "Adeste 
Fideles.'^ 

Again,  what  a  solemn  and  sacred  awe  blends  with  our  joy, 
when  we  kneel  before  the  Crib  and  gaze  upon  the  beautiful 
representation  of  the  Stable  at  Bethlehem.  Lost  in  contem- 
plation of  that  divine  tableau,  we  cannot  help  thinking  of  the 
words  of  the  poet : 

''God  in  the  Highest! — and  this  is  He, 
A  Baby,  asleep  on  His  Mother's  knee, 
And  with  her  kisses  crowned." 

Though  the  Dawn  of  Peace  has  not  brought  an  end  to  the 
turmoil  and  warfare  between  man  and  his  fellow-man,  though 
there  are  gaps  in  the  Christmas  circle  that  can  never  be  filled, 
though  the  suffering  of  the  past  few  years  may  h,ave  a  coun- 
terpart some  time  in  the  future,  still,  all  the  world  over  there 
are  "babies  asleep  on  their  mothers'  knees"  and 

"While  there  are  love,  and  home — and  these, 
There  shall  be  Christmas  Day." 

RUTH  AGNEW.  '20. 


By  Dobeen  Smith. 

I  love  thee,  dear  St.  Joseph, 
And  I  love  the  lily  wh,ite 
That   marked]  thee   Foster   Father 
Of  our  Lord,  the  God  of  Light. 

I  know  thy  joy  was  boundless 
When  thy  staff  bloomed  lily-fair — 
Ah !  keep  me  pure  as  lily, 
'Neath  thy  tender,  loving  care. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  115 

The  Boy  Who  Wanted  to  See  the  King 

By  Makgabet  Keenan, 


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^£^  AD  you  journeyed  through  Belgium  in  the  peaceful  spring 
of  1914,  you  might  have  seen  in  one  of  its  small  villages, 
a  neat  little  cottage,  standing  somewhat  apart  from  the 
other  dwellings,  at  the  end  of  the  one  street  of  which  the 
village  could  boast.  In  thisi  small,  but  comfortable,  little  home 
there  dwelt  peace  and  contentment,  and  in  their  midst  there 
dwelt,  too,  a  little  boy,  Jacques,  with  his  father  and  mother. 
Whether  resting  on  the  doorstep  by  his  mother's  knee,  after 
their  frugal  mid-day  meal,  or  whether  strolling  hand  in  hand 
with  his  father  in  the  cool  fragrant  evening,  the  story  Jacques 
loved  best  to  hear  wasi  the  story  of  their  king.  He  never  tired 
of  hearing  what  a  big,  brave  king  Belgium  had,  or  how  fine 
a  thing  it  was  to  watch  him  ride  forth  from  his  palace  on  his 
glossy  steed.  Aye,  this  was  the  fairest  dream  of  that  little 
Belgian  lad's  heart — to  see  the  king. 

That  was  the  reward  hisf  father  promised  him  if  he  were 
a  good  boy,  and  aftef  each  praiseworthy  act  little  Jacques 
would  ask,  ''Shall  I  see  the  king?"  And  his  father  would 
answer  laughingly,  "Yes,  you  shall  surely  see  the  king,  my 
son." 

And  then, — into  the  midst  of  their  sample,  happy  life,  like  a 
thundexbolt  from  a  clear  sky,  came  war,  and  its  cruel  clutch 
lay  heaviest  on  poor  little  Belgium.  Jacques'  father,  like  all 
the  brave  men  of  that  little  monarchy,  laid  aside  his  wonted 
work  at  the  first  alarm  and  went  forth  in  defence  of  his  coun- 
try. This  was  a  sad  time  for  the  lad  and  his  mother.  Not 
many  daysi  after  they  were  forced  to  flee  from  their  little 
home,  for  the  village  stood  too  near  to  the  borderland  to  in- 
sure safety,  so  in  fear  and  sorrow  they  picked  up  the  few  be- 
longings they  could  manage  to  carry  in  Jacques'  little  wag- 
gonette, and  started  off  on  their  weary  flight. 


116  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Settled  at  last  in  comparative  safety  in  another  village,  it 
was  not  until  late  November  that  news  reached  the  mother  and 
son  of  the  death  of  the  brave-hearted,  smiling  father.  In 
spite  of  the  courage  shown  in  those  first  awful  months,  this 
last  blow  proved  too  much  for  the  frail  little  woman.  Day 
by  day  she  grew  paler  and  weaker,  and  on  a  cold  gray  morn- 
ing in  the  middle  of  December,  Jacques  saw  his  dear,  brave 
mother  laid  in  her  grave. 

At  first  the  neighbours  were  kind  to  Jacques,  but  he  was 
only  one  of  the  many  who  had  been  thus  orphaned  by  the  war, 
and  soon  he  was  left  to  shift  for  himself.  He  slept  where  he 
might,  begging  food  from  the  simple-hearted  folk  who  gra- 
ciously shared  the  little  they  had;  but  sometimes  Jacques' 
portion  was  scarcely  enough  to  hold  his  little  body  and  soul 
together.  And  yet,  through  it  all,  he  kept  in  his  sad,  small 
heart  the  ever  ardent  desire  to  see  the  king.  The  days  were 
growing  shorter  and  colder  and  Christmas  was  drawing  near, 
the  birthday  of  the  little  Jesus.  Wandering  along  the  street 
one  day — it  was  Christmas  Eve — Jacques  chanced  to  hear  that 
the  king  was  expected  to  pass  that-evening  on  his  way  to  the 
trenches.  Forgetful  alike  of  hunger  and  cold,  the  loyal  little 
lad  with  a  heart  of  true  gold  took  his  stand  in  the  shadow 
of  the  gates  of  the  village ;  for  if  the  king  came,  he  must  come 
that  way. 

But  just  as  dusk  fell  and  the  clattering  of  horses'  hoofs 
announced  the  approach  of  the  king  and  his  officers,  a  queer 
numbness  took  possession  of  the  boy.  What  was  the  matter 
with  him?  Why  did  his  body  sway  to  and  fro  in  this  queer 
fashion?  Was  he  growing  blind?  Ah,  no!  The  king  was 
coming,  and  he  must  see  the  king.  But  he  would  rest  a  mo- 
ment. Then  slowly  and  heavily  the  little  form  slipped  to  the 
ground.    And  the  king  passed  by. 

For  a  long  time  Jacques  lay  there,  when  suddenly  a  deli- 
cious feeling  of  warmth  and  rest  began  to  steal  over  his  cold 
and  weary  body,  and  a  great  light  shone  all  about  him.  He 
raised  his  eyes  and,  gazing  up  into  the  heavens  overhead,  he 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  117 

beheld  his  father,  his  great,  strong,  loving  father,  with  out- 
stretched arms  and  smiling  face.  The  little  lad's  heart  jumped 
with  delight.  "Come,"  said  his  father,  "come  with  me,  little 
son."  And  then  the  boy  rose  to  his  feet.  To  his  surprise 
the  street  was  neither  cold  nor  dark,  but  warm  and  bright  with 
a  wonderful  brightness.  "Where  are  we  going?"  he  asked, 
as  he  slipped  his  hand  within  the  warm  clasp  of  his  father's. 
His  father  answered  tenderly,  "To  the  King,  Jacques,  to  see 
the  King." 

"But  have  I  been  good  enough,  my  father?" 
"Yes,  little  son,  you  have  been  very  good,  and  uow^  the 
Great  King,  the  King  of  Kings,  is  waiting  to  receive  you." 


In  the  early  morning  they  found  his  little  body  stiff  and 
cold,  but  on  his  face  there  was  an  expression  of  such  happi- 
ness that  all  who  beheld  it  wondered  greatly.  The  secret 
thereof  belonged  to  Jacques — he  had  gone  to  see  the  King. 


Q^lft  (HiivwtmnB  Mann 

By  Mary  Coughlin. 

An  Eastern  moon  went  sailing 
Across  a  dark  blue  sky. 
And  all  the  stars  were  singing 
A  tender  lullaby. 

A  burst  of  gold  around  her 
That  dimmed  her  silvery  light: 
For  Heaven's  golden  portals 
Unfolded  to  the  night. 

Our  Lady  and  St.  Joseph 

To  Bethlehem  h.ad  come, 

And  angel  choirs  were  chanting 

The  birth  of  God's  dear  Son. 

A  Christmas  moon  went  sailing 
That  night  from  Bethlehem, 
Years  pass,  but  still  she's  shining, 
When  Christ  is  born  again. 


118  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

St.  Theresa  of  Avila 

By  Maby  Coughlin. 

''By  all  of  Him  we  have  in  thee, 
Leave  nothing  of  myself  in  me. 
Let  me  so  read  thy  life,  that  I 
Unto  all  life  of  mine  may  die." 

"Next  to  taking  Christ  from  the  Spaniards,"  we  are  told, 
"to  take  Theresa  would  be  their  greatest  misfortune."  Un- 
der the  red  and  gold  flag  of  that  southern  monarchy — the  red 
of  the  passion  and  the  gold  of  the  glory — Theresa  was  born, 
on  th,e  twenty-eighth  day  of  March,  fifteen  hundred  and  fif- 
teen, in  the  hour  when  her  beloved  Spain  was  being  torn 
asunder  by  the  fierce  battle  of  the  creeds  that  raged  within 
her  borders.  But  God  had  not  forgotten  the  wretched  land 
that  had  once  been  universal  in  its  worship  of  Him.  He  sent 
great  saints  to  comfort  and  strengthen  it  during  that  troubled 
period — Saints  Francis  Xavier,  Francis  Borgia,  Peter  of  Al- 
cantara, John  of  Avila,  but  greatest  of  th,em  all,  Theresa  de 
Ahumada,  into  whose  pure  soul  God  breathed  His  Spirit  of 
light  and  love  that  was  to  guide  Spain  in  her  hour  of  fiery 
ordeal. 

The  gray  village  of  Avila  was  the  scene  of  her  birthplace 
— gray,  as  it  clings  to  the  granite  spur  of  the  rugged  Gua- 
darramas;  gray,  when  the  mists  from  the  valley  creep  up 
and  wrapt  it  in  their  cold  embrace ;  gray,  as  the  Ada  jo  sweeps 
through  it  in  its  majestic  course  to  the  sea.  To  this  day, 
the  traveller  sees  ,as  he  passes  through  the  town,  the  con- 
vent of  San  Jose,  poor  and  insignificant  in  its  outward  ap- 
pearance, but  hovering  invisibly  about  it,  he  feels  the  spirit  of 
the  gentle  saint  who  once  dwelt  there — "a  corner-stone  of 
angels,"  she  called  it,  that  holy  place  where  her  pure  heart 
had  poured  out  all  its  love  for  her  Creator. 

Even  in  her  early  childhood,  Theresa  showed  signs  of 
great  piety.     At  the  age  of  five,  so  great  was  her  desire  to 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  119 

see  God,  that  she  resolved  to  leave  home  and  become  a  mar- 
tyr. As  her  parents  did  not  approve  of  this  idea,  she  built  a 
tiny  hermitage  in  her  garden,  and  spent  many  hours  there  in 
prayer.  At  fourteen  she  tasted  her  first  great  sorrow  when 
her  mother  died,  but  throwing  herself  upon  her  knees,  she 
besought  the  Mother  of  God  to  guide  and  protect  her,  until 
the  time  when  she  would  join  her  own  mother  in  Heaven. 

The  next  few  years  were  spent  at  a  nearby  convent  of 
Augustinian  nuns,  where  Theresa  fell  ill,  and  then  she  was 
brought  home.  Her  infirmity  was  of  long  duration,  and  dur- 
ing this  time  her  suffering  was  very  great.  Upon  her  final 
recovery,  she  was  too  weak  to  engage  in  any  sort  of  work 
and  to  while  away  the  days  that  followed,  she  turned  to 
the  harmless  follies  that  the  young  women  of  her  position 
delighted  in.  Romance-reading  now  occupied  many  hours 
hitherto  spent  in  prayer,  but  Theresa  at  length  overcame  her 
passion  for  amusement  of  this  sort,  and  in  after-life  did  great 
penance  for  her  early  faults. 

Next  came  a  fondness  for  elaborate  dress,  which  in  a  wo- 
man of  such  great  beauty,  was  not  unnatural.  Theresa's  love- 
liness was  naturally  the  Spanish  style,  at  least  in  eyes  and 
hair,  but  her  complexion  had  none  of  the  characteristics  of 
the  swarthy  Moors;  instead  it  was  "of  roses  and  lilies."  She 
had  a  regal  and  graceful  carriage,  for  in  appearance  she  was 
tall  and  slender.  A  small,  fine  mouth  and  a  decided  chin,  be- 
spoke a  character  inherited  from  her  noble  Castilian  ancestors. 
Her  feet  were  small  and  shapely,  so  her  biographer  tells  us, 
and  her  hands  slim  and  white.  This  beauty,  combined  with 
a  disposition  that  was  ever  sunny  and  cheerful,  as  well  as  a 
keen  Avit,  made  Theresa  a  brilliant  figure  in  the  society  in 
which  she  moved. 

Renouncing  these  vanities,  however,  Theresa  entered  the 
Carmelite  convent  of  the  Encarna§ion,  at  the  age  of  twenty. 
In  the  long,  low,  building  with  its  trimly-kept  gardens  and 
scarlet-tiled  walks,  for  the  next  seventeen  years  she  lived  a 
calm  existence,  until  her  spirit  chafed  under  the  worldly  sur- 


120  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


rouiidings  that  held  it  from  God.  Leaving  the  convent,  in 
company  with  four  other  nuns,  she  established  the  beginning 
of  the  reformed  Carmelite  community,  in  her  native  village 
of  Avila,  and  placed  it  under  the  care  of  St.  Joseph,  to  whom 
she  had  always  had  great  devotion.  Before  many  years  had 
elapsed,  sixteen  convents  of  men  and  fourteen  of  women  had 
followed  the  mode  of  the  reformed  order,  while  Theresa  went 
about  teaching  and  instructing  her  countrymen  in  the  way  of 
salvation. 

As  prioress  of  her  convent,  San  Jose,  the  saint  retained 
the  sunny,  loving  nature  that  had  been  hers  in  youth'.  Sweet- 
ness of  temper  and  a  tendency  to  put  the  wishes  of  others 
before  her  own,  endeared  her  to  her  sister-inmates  of  the 
house.  She  had  always  a  daughter's  great  love  for  her  kins- 
folk, and  left  the  convent  to  nurse  her  aged  father  during  the 
illness  that  caused  his  death.  Her  eldest  sister,  Juana,  a  lady, 
too,  of  great  piety,  had  married  a  gentleman  of  Spain,  and 
Theresa's  love  for  her  sister's  children  was  boundless.  It 
was  in  the  saint's  arms  that  one  of  them  died.  "How  beauti- 
ful it  is, ' '  she  said  on  this  occasion,  ' '  to  see  how  many  angels 
come  for  the  soul,  when  one  of  these  little  ones  dies." 

Her  quiet  life  of  penance  and  prayer  continued  until  fif- 
teen hundred  and  eighty-two,  when  the  blessed  day  arrived 
that  had  been  awaited  above  all  others  during  her  life — the 
day  on  which  God  would  call  her  home,  and  reward  the  work 
of  His  faithful  servant.  It  was  on  the  fourth  of  October,  in 
the  quiet  convent  where  she  had  learned  the  full  peace  and 
beauty  that  come  to  those  who  lead  a  blameless  life,  that 
Theresa  passed  away.  "Mayest  Thou  be  pleased,  my  Wealth, 
that  the  time  has  come  in  which  I  may  pay  some  little  of  the 
much  I  owe  Thee.  Here  is  my  life,  my  honour,  and  my  will; 
all  I  have,  I  have  given  to  Thee;  Thine  I  am,  dispose  of  me 
according  to  Thy  will."  With  this  prayer  upon  her  holy  lips, 
and  outworn  "with  a  great  love  and  much  serving,"  Theresa 
bade  farewell  to  earth,  and,  clasping  her  crucifix,  turned  to 
find  unbroken  sleep  in  the  refuge  of  the  Everlasting  Arms ! 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  12i 

A  Small  Bfl^*0  Vtvamn  cf  ^mt'vt& 

Bt  Mabgabet  Mitchell, 

T  don't  believe  that  fairies 
Are  all  dead  yet,  not  me ! 
There's  good  and  bad  uns  livin' 
I'm  sure  as  I  can  be. 

There's  them  that's  mean  and  sneaky, 
And  tells  my  ma  on  me, 
And  them  what  makes  me  creepy, 
Till  ghosts  I  think  I  see. 

There's  them  that  makes  the  jam  jars 
You're  tasting,  fall  "kerflop." 
Then  ma  comes  in  and  catches  you 
And  goes  off  to  tell  ''Pop." 

I  don't  believe  tl^at  fairies 
Are  all  dead  yet — not  me! 
There's  good  and  bad  uns  livin', 
But  mostly  bad,  I  see. 


122  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Why  Canadians  Should  Love  Canada 

By  Helen  Kebnahan. 

"Breathes  there  a  man,  with,  soul  so  dead, 
Who   never  to  himself  hath  said, 
'This  is  my  own,  my  native  land!' 
Whose  heart  hath  ne'er  within  him  burned. 
As  home  his  footsteps  he  hath  turned, 
From  wandering  on  a  foreign  strand  T" 

Love  of  country  is  a  natural  virtue,  no  one  is  without  it. 
From  the  highest  authority  in  the  land  to  the  lowest  menial, 
everyone  has  love  of  country  and  patriotism  in  a  greater  or 
lesser  degree. 

The  North  American  Indians  illustrated  this  natural  virtue 
by  the  tenacious  manner  in  which  they  held  to  Canada.  The 
savages  of  Africa  show  it  by  the  resentment  with  which  they 
watch  invaders.    They  will  not  give  up  without  a  struggle. 

Besides  being  a  natural  virtue,  love  of  country  is  the  duty 
of  every  citizen.  Lord  Dufferin  says,  "Love  your  country, 
believe  in  her,  honour  her,  work  for  her,  live  for  her  and 
die  for  her."  It  is  a  law  of  God  and  man.  Sacred  Scripture 
tells  us  to  love  and  respect  proper  authorities,  and  these  au- 
thorities merely  represent  our  country. 

Canada  is  our  country,  therefore  it  is  our  duty  to  love 
Canada.  Canadians  have  more  cause  to  love  their  country 
than  perhaps  any  other  people  of  the  universe.  No  other 
young  country  has  gone  through  such  terrible  sieges,  such 
troublesome  periods,  has  changed  hands  so  many  times  and 
yet  come  out  so  triumphant  and  progressive  as  Canada.  Can- 
ada— "our  true  north,  strong  and  free!"  A  visitor  in  Canada 
might  well  say,  "Canada  has  had  men  and  women  who  work- 
ed and  died  for  her."  All  over  Canada  are  monuments  and 
tablets  to  testify  to  the  love  of  country  Canadians  possessed. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  128 

Of  all  historic  cities  on  this  continent,  perhaps  Quebec 
stands  foremost  in  the  ranks  of  honour.  Charles  G.  D.  Ro- 
berts was  right  when  he  said, 

"Montcalm  and  Wolfe!    Wolfe  and  Montcalm! 

Quebec,  thy  storied  citadel 
Attests  in  burning  song  and  psalm 
How  here  thy  heroes  fell." 

The  City  of  Quebec  is  the  keynote  to  Canadian  heroism. 
How  many  names  are  blazoned  forth  in  that  city!  What 
country  has  had  such  men  as  Montcalm  and  Wolfe?  The  one 
fighting  to  hold  it  for  the  French,  because  he  failed  to  see 
that  British  rule  was  best  for  his  beloved  Canada,  and  dying 
happy  that  with  the  surrender  of  Quebec  to  the  English  he 
could  surrender  his  life  to  his  Creator;  the  other  fighting 
to  gain  this  new  country  for  his  motherland.  Perhaps  we 
have  more  reason  to  believe  that  Montcalm  had  a  greater  love 
of  Canada — (but  then  Wolfe  had  been  here  only  a  short  time), 
and  besides,  where  would  we  be  to-day  but  for  Wolfe  T 

Even  Ontario  has  seen  great  conflict.  Though  not  as 
famous  as  Quebec  with  her  countless  heroes  like  Montcalm, 
Frontenae,  Champlain  and  Cartier,  Ontario  can  boast  of  a 
few  at  least.  When  the  Americans  were  certain  of  victory 
on  Queenston  Heights,  who  drove  them  back,  who  defeated 
their  ends?  Major-General  Brock,  one  of  Ontario's  own, 
who  gave  his  life  for  Canada.  By  whom  was  he  succeeded  in 
that  glorious  victory?    Another  Ontario  man— General  Sheaffe. 

Women  also,  in  days  gone  by,  have  done  much  for  their 
country.  What  other  country  has  on  its  honour-roll  of  glory 
names  that  bespeak  such  femine  courage  and  love  of  country 
as  Madeleine  de  Vercheres  and  Laura  Secord? 

Not  only  in  war  is  Canada  rich  in  valiant  fighters.  In  poli- 
tics, too,  great  leaders  have  arisen.  Of  all  men,  in  any  part 
of  the  world,  was  there  ever  a  greater  statesman  or  more  per- 
fect gentleman  than  Sir  Wilfrid  Laurier?    Never! 

In  the  extreme  east  where  the  Acadians  planted  the  seeds 


124  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


of  colonization  from  which  the  present  population  of  Canada 
has  grown,  in  Quebec  where  love  of  country  was  greater 
than  nationality,  and  the  French  submitted  to  British  rule 
rather  than  leave  Canada ;  in  Ontario,  where  the  United  Em- 
pire Loyalists  made  their  new  homes  rather  than  be  disloyal 
to  Britain,  there  is  still  supreme  that  spirit  of  old-time  love 
of  country.  In  the  newer  provinces  stretching  westward  to 
the  Pacific  this  patriotism  is  also  visible.  And  why  shouldn't 
we  love  Canada?  Never  was  there  a  country  as  young  that 
was  so  far  developed  as  this. 

The  most  has  been  made  of  her  resources.  In  no  part  of 
the  world  is  there  such  a  chain  of  fresh  water  lakes.  What 
a  wonderful  means  of  transportation !  She  has  the  nickel  mines 
of  the  world,  great  quantities  of  silver  have  been  found,  she 
is  also  rich  in  fisheries  and  furs.  Her  beauties  are  unexcelled. 
She  has  the  snow-capped  mountains  and  the  verdant  summer 
resorts;  the  greatest  wheat  fields  in  the  world,  broad  prairies 
and  boundless  forests.  She  has  modern  cities  noted  for  their 
beauty,  as  well  as  her  historically  educational  ones.  Good 
railroads  connect  them,  and  for  the  pleasure  of  tourists,  motor 
roads  have  been  built.  In  short,  nothing  is  wanting  in  Canada, 
our  Canada. 

She  must  be  worth  loving,  since  during  the  past  four  years 
more  than  fifty-thousand  loyal  Canadians  have  offered  the 
supreme  sacrifice  to  keep  Canada  free.  Because  these  men 
gave  their  lives  for  Canada,  the  least  we  Canadians  can  do  in 
return  is  to  love  her,  believe  in  her,  honour  her,  work  for  her. 
and  live  for  her.  And  simply  because  Canada  is  Canada,  we 
Canadians  should  love  her. 


(60^3  mt 

By  Marguerite  Hatnes. 

Of  all  the  things  God's  given  to  me. 
I  know  not  of  another, 
One  half  so  precious  as  the  gift 
He  gave  me  in  my  moth,er. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  125 


CollegeNotes 

On  the  afternoon  of  Oct.  26th,  in  St.  Josepl^'s  College  Audi- 
torium a  reception  was  tendered  by  the  pupils,  to  the  Rt.  Rev. 
Mgr.  Bickerstaffe-Drew  of  Salisbury  Plains,  England,  who  for 
the  past  six  months  has  been  making  a  lecturing  tour  of  Am- 
erica. Monsignor  Biekerstaffe-Drew,  who  served  in  France 
as  Senior  Chaplain  during  the  Great  War,  is  best  known,  per- 
haps, by  the  pen  nam©  "John  Ayseough,"  under  which  sig- 
nature he  has  written  many  books,  widely  read  in  America, 
the  most  popular  one,  no  doubt,  being  "French  Windows"'— 
sidelights  on  the  months  spent  in  France.  The  College  had 
the  honour  of  entertaining  Monsignor  as  its  guest  during  his 
two  days'  stay  in  Toronto,  in  which  time  he  delivered  a  de- 
lightful lecture  to  the  Alumnae  on  "The  University  of  Com- 
mon Life,"  addressed  the  members  of  the  Community,  and 
gave  a  charmingly  intimate  talk  to  the  assembled  pupils  of 
the  School.  The  entertainment  provided  consisted  of  welcome 
songs  by  the  tiny  tots,  and  an  address  read  by  Miss  Wanola 
Collins,  and  a  presentation  of  flowers  by  little  Miss  Mary  Dunn. 
There  was  a  cantata  by  the  senior  girls  of  the  College.  The 
singing  was  directed  by  Maestro  Carboni.  The  pupils  were 
afterwards  presented  to.  Monsignor,  as  were  also  several  of 

their  parents  and  friends. 

•     •     •    •     « 

The  annual  meeting  for  the  election  of  officers  of  the  Bless- 
ed Virgin's  Sodality  took  place  in  the  study  hall  on  the  first 
Sunday  of  October.  The  meeting  was  opened  by  the  singing 
of  the  hymn  to  the  Holy  Ghost.  Practical  instructions  were 
t'iven  by  Sister  Directress  of  the  Academy.  The  Misses  Foy 
and  McCormick  were  nominated  scrutineers.  Nominations 
from  the  floor  resulted  in  the  following  elections :  President, 
Miss  Margaret  Noonan;  Vice-President,  Miss  Celia  Keogh; 
Secretary-Treasurer,  Miss  Kathleen  McNally;  Councillors: 
First,  Miss  M.  McCormick;  Second,  Miss  C.  Shannon;  Third, 
Miss  N.  Fey;  Fourth,  Miss  C.  McBride;  Sacristan,  Miss  M. 


126  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

Haynes ;  First  Chorister,  Miss  A.  Rathwell ;  Second  Chorister, 
Miss  T  St.  Denis.    The  meeting  closed  with  the  singing  of  the 

Te  Deum. 

•  •     •     •     * 

The  young  ladies  of  the  Academy  wish  to  express  their 
heartfelt  sympathy  to  Miss  Blanche  Mclntyre  in  the  death  of 
her  dear  father,  which  occurred  on  Oct.  19th  at  Dorchester, 
Ont.  •     «     •     •     • 

We  were  privilegedj  to  be  present  at  the  Catholic  school- 
children's  reception  of  Cardinal  Mercier  in  St.  Michael's  Ca- 
thedral, Oct.  14th,  where  we  also  received  the  blessing  of  this 

great  prelate  of  the  Church  and  Hero  of  Belgium, 

«     •     «     *     # 

On  the  feast  of  St.  Theresa  a  very  beautiful  lecture  was 
given  in  the  college  auditorium  by  the  Rev.  C.  J.  Kehoe, 
O.C.C.,  to  the  assembled  Alumnae  and  students.  One  of  the 
many  interesting  points  of  the  lecture  was  the  charming  des- 
cription given  of  the  personal  appearance  of  St.  Theresa,  the 
great  reformer  of  the  Carmelite  Order. 

After  the  lecture  tea  was  served  for  the  Alumnae  and 
friends  in  the  reception  room,  at  which  dainty  repast  several 
of  the  senior  young  ladies  of  the  college  were  present  through 

the  kind  invitation  of  the  President,  Mrs.  Day. 

•  •     •     «     * 

One  of  the  most  interesting  of  the  events  of  September  was 
a  delightful  talk  on  Lourdes  which  was  given  by  Mrs.  Gillies 
of  Baltimore.  Many  of  us  who  have  never  been  to  Lourdes 
now  feel  that  we  have  really  visited  the  famous  spot  where 
the  Blessed  Lady  of  wonderful  countenance  appeared  to  holy 
little  Bemadette,  so  realistic  was  the  manner  in  which  Mrs. 
Gillies  described  the  beauties  of  our  Lady's  special  shrine. 
It  is  indeed  inspiring  to  see  a  Catholic  woman  of  the  world 
possessing  such  fervent  devotion  to  Our  Lady  as  Mrs.  Gillies 
displayed  throughout  her  lecture.  At  its  close  Miss  Celia 
Keogh  in  an  appropriate  little  speech,  expressed  the  apprecia- 
tion of  the  students. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  127 

We  are  again  indebted  to  Rev,  Brother  Francis  for  his 
kindness  in  entertaining  us  one  evening  early  in  November 
with  a  screen  presentation  of  "Les  Miserables."  The  moving 
pictures  were  very  interesting,  and  the  music  added  much  to 
the  pleasure  of  the  evening. 

•  •     •     •     • 

October  31st  we  celebrated  Hallowe'en  in  the  usual  way — by 
a  masquerade  ball,  and  the  students  made  a  very  pretty  spec- 
tacle in  their  various  costumes.  The  festivities  began  with 
the  grand  march.  After  the  grand  march  several  sets  were 
formed  for  the  lancers,  and  the  programme  which  followed 
was  very  entertaining.  A  banquet  was  served  after  the  dance 
in  the  refectory,  which  was  suitably  decorated  with  Hallowe'en 
figures.  At  the  close  of  the  repast  prophecies  were  read  and 
needless  to  say,  the  drawing  aside  of  the  curtain  of  the  future 

caused  much  amusement. 

•  *     •     #     • 

While  in  Toronto,  the  priests  and  little  boys  of  the  Italian 
Choirs,  under  the  direction  of  Mgr.  Maestro  Casimiri,  sang 
in  the  chapel  of  St.  Joseph's  College,  during  the  celebration 
of  High  Mass  by  Rev.  Father  Vanutelli,  relative  to  His  Em- 
inence, Cardinal  Vanutelli,  and  also  a  member  of  the  choir. 
It  was  a  unique  and  special  privilege  for  St.  Joseph's  to  be 
favoured  thus,  and  the  fact  that  the  sacred  music  was  being 
rendered  in  the  most  appropriate  of  all  places,  the  Church, 
added  to  the  exquisite  beauty  of  tone,  the  keynote  of  environ- 
ment. The  college  had  also  the  honor  of  entertaining  as 
guests  during  their  stay  in  Toronto,  the  boys  of  the  choir  and 
their  master.  Father  Vanutelli.  In  the  evening  the  senior 
pupils  of  the  college,  with  their  chaperon,  attended  the  con- 
cert in  Massey  Hall. 

•  •    •    •    * 

We  are  to  go  home  one  day  earlier  than  usual  for  Christmas 
holidays,  thanks  to  the  Rt.  Rev.  Mgr.  Bickerstaffe-Drew,  who 
thoughtfully  procured  for  us  the  "extra"  day,  so  dear  to  the 
heart  of  the  schooIgirL  MARY  MoCORMICK. 


128  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


Wlfat  3  HiBth  to  3It|mk 

By    Mabie   iFenn. 

I  used  to  think  'twould  be  so  nice 

To  go  away  to  school, 
I  used  to  think  I'd  be  so  good 

And  never  break  a  rule. 

Then  when  the  holidays  were  done 

And  sister  Nan  would  cry 
Because  she  had  to  go  to  school, 

And  bid  us  all  good-bye, 

I  used  to  wish  that  I  were  she, 
For  goodness  only  knows! 

I  had  to  wear  out  her  old  things 
While  she  got  all  new  clothes. 

But,  ah!  the  pity  'tis,  'tis  true 
(These  hearts  so  fickle  are) 

That  now  I'm  here  at  boarding  school 
I'd  like  home  better  far. 

For  there 's  a  bell  for  everything, — 

We  get  up  with  the  sun, 
And  study,  study  all  the  time, — 

My  homework 's  never  done. 

And  then  before  your  realize — 

It's  time  to  go  to  bed! 
And  "sleepy-head"  or  "wide-awake" 

There's  nothing  to  be  said. 

I  often  wonder  why  I  asked 

To  go  away  to  school. 
It's  not  so  easy  after  all 

To  never  break  a  rule. 

I  sometimes  think  if  I  were  home 
I'd  love  old  clothes — but  oh ! 

I  s'pose  I'd  long  for  school  again 
Within  a  week  or  so. 

For  after  all  is  said  and  done 

I'm  sure  as  I  can  be. 
There's  not  a  boarding  school  on  earth 

As  nice  as  S.  J.  C. 


BOYS   OF   THE   VATICAN   CHOIR   AT   ST.     JOSEPH'S 


THE  CELEBRATED   BOY 
SOPRANO.    LUIGI 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  131 


By   Mabgabet   Mitchell. 


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^1  HE  sun  was  just  setting,  bringing  to  a  close  a  rare,  beau- 
li  tiful,  autumn  afternoon.  Its  many-hued  rays  streamed 
in  through  the  large  windows  at  one  end  of  the  Officers' 
semi-private  ward  and  played  in  the  dark  waves  of  Nurse 
McClelland 's  hair  as  she  sat  with  bowed  head. 

Marjonie  McClelland  was  thinking,  and  as  she  thought,  a 
few  tears  coursed  down  her  cheeks.  She  was  really  a  beau- 
tiful young  woman,  young,  for  she  was  only  twenty-two,  but 
the  anxiety,  worry  and  care  of  her  rather  strenuous  work 
were  beginning  to  tell  on  her.  Dark  circles,  the  kind  that 
come  from  want  of  sleep,  had  formed  under  her  eyes,  and  her 
strong,  sweet  face  was  white  and  drawn.  Presently  she  fell 
to  musing.  Now,  musing  is  not  a  healthy  occupation,  you 
may  say,  for  a  girl  of  twenty- two,  but  Marjorie  was  tired. 
And  when  a  young  woman  is  tired  she  invariably  falls  a  prey 
to  her  thoughts.  Wards,  patients,  doctors,  medicines,  all  fled, 
and  Marjorie  was  living  over  again  the  vivid  details  of  a 
memorable  morning  fourteen  long  years  ago. 

She  was  a  little  girl  once  more,  a  very  little  girl,  of  eight, 
sitting  on  the  deck  of  a  great  ocean  liner  with  her  mother  and 
her  five-year-old  brother,  Jack.  It  was  a  fair  April  morning. 
Spring  joyousness  seemed  to  have  taken  possession  of  all  on 
board,  and  the  fact  that  land  would  soon  be  in  sight  added 
not  a  little  to  the  gaiety  of  the  passengers.  But  alas !  that  un- 
wonted buoyancy  of  spirit  was  soon  to  take  flight  before  the 
evil  sway  of  disaster.  They  were  nearing  Newfoundland  and 
suddenly,  as  if  to  mar  the  serenity  and  peace  around,  there 
had  come  in  all  its  hatefulness  a  crashing,  grinding  noise. 
The  ocean  steamer  bound  for  Canada  had  struck  a  rock,  and 
the  great  boat  shuddered,  leaped  backwards,  righted  itself, 


132  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

leaped  again  and  slowly,  almost  imperceptibly,  but  alas  all  too 
surely,  began  to  sink  beneath  the  tossing,  foaming  waves. 

Marjorie  remembered  well  how  she  clung  frantieallly  to 
her  mother,  who  held  little  Jack  close  clasped  in  her  arms, 
held  him  until  a  wave,  stronger  and  more  furious  than  the 
rest,  crashed  over  the  deck,  carrying  all  three  away  with 
it.  When  Marjorie  recovered  consciousness  she  had  found 
herself  closely  packed  in  a  life  boat  with  a  great  many  other 
people,  mostly  women  and  children.  She  called  wildly  for  her 
mother  and  Jack,  but  her  cries  were  only  quieted  by  a  kind 
voice  at  her  side  which  said,  "I  am  afraid  they  aren't  in  this 
boat,  little  one.  Be  quite  still  now,  like  a  good  child,  and  we 
shall  see  if  we  can  find  them  bye  and  bye," 

Marjorie  raised  a  pair  of  appealing  grey  eyes  to  a  kind, 
though  somewhat  wrinkled  face  above  her,  choked  back  the 
sobs  and  from  utter  exhaustion  finally  fell  asleep.  When  the 
life  boats  had  been  relieved  of  their  burden  by  a  rescue  ship, 
and  no  one  was  found  to  claim  the  little  girl,  the  elderly  couple, 
who  had  treated  her  so  kindly  from  the  beginning,  adopted 
her.  Years  passed,  and  shortly  after  Marjorie 's  graduation 
from  school,  the  old  couple  died  within  a  few  months  of  each 
other,  leaving  to  their  adopted  child  their  memory  and  beau- 
tiful home. 

When  the  war  broke  out  in  1914,  Marjorie,  tired  of  living 
an  idle  life  of  luxury,  seized  the  opportunity  of  a  change  and 
trained  for  a  nurse.     That  was  several  months  ago. 


Still  lost  in  this  maze  of  thought.  Nurse  McClelland  was 
aroused  by  a  light  tap  on  her  shoulder,  and,  hastily  brushing 
away  a  few  tears,  she  lifted  her  face,  now  suddenly  serene 
and  smiling,  to  the  young  surgeon-major  of  the  hospital. 

"I  am  sorry  to  disturb  you,  Miss  McClelland.  I  called  to 
you  but  you  did  not  seem  to  hear  me." 

Marjorie  rose  to  her  feet.  "Please  pardon  me,  Doctor," 
she  exclaimed,  "I  am  afraid  I  was  wool-gathering." 

The  doctor  smiled  indulgently,  and  then  added  in  a  grave, 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  133 

more  pitying  tone,  ''They  are  bringing  another  lad  in  now,  a 
serious  case  which  needs  care  and  capable  nursing,  and  I'd 
like  you  to  look  after  him.  if  you  will." 

"Thank  you,"  said  Marjorie,  for  she  was  quick  to  see  the 
implied  compliment.    *'I  will  do  as  you  wish,  Doctor." 

"Then,"  said  the  doctor  in  a  relieved  tone,  "I  shall  rest 
assured  that  he  is  being  well  cared  for.  Miss  [Howard  has 
just  returned,  and  you  may  transfer  your  day-nursing  to  her." 
With  that  he  turned  and  left  the  room, 

Marjorie  sat  down  again,  no  more  a  business-like  smiling 
nurse,  but  a  hopelessly  tired  and  worn  young  woman.  How 
she  had  courage  to  accept  that  case  was  quite  beyond  her, 
for  she  had  not  slept  for  several  nights.  But  the  sound  of 
footsteps  were  coming  already  from  the  corridor  without, 
so  with  a  fervent  prayer  she  rose  and  went  to  meet  the 
stretcher-bearers  who  were  carrying  a  pitiful  burden  between 
them.  Silently  they  passed  in,  laid  the  young  officer  on  the 
bed  and  as  silently  withdrew  to  fulfil  many  another  task  of 
mercy. 

Marjorie  bent  over  the  man,  and  with  gentle,  skilful  fin- 
gers opened  his  khaki  shirt  and  saw  that  the  wounds  had  been 
but  hastily  bandaged  at  the  first  aid  station.  She  unwound 
the  blood-stained  cotton  and  there  lay  revealed  two  cruel, 
gaping  wounds.  "While  bathing  and  dressing  these,  Marjorie 
came  across  a  tiny  medal  on  a  silver  chain  which  hung  around 
the  boy's  neck.  The  medal  was  beautifully  carved  and  on  it 
was  stamped  an  image  of  our  Blessed  Lady.  Marjorie  gave  a 
little  gasp  as  she  took  it  in  her  fingers,  for  on  the  back  was 
engraved  the  one  word  '  :'Jack." 

Hardly  daring  to  hope,  yet  praying  that  she  might  not 
be  mistaken,  she  drew  from  beneath  the  folds  of  her  uniform 
a  medal,  identical  in  size  and  shape  with  the  one  that  hung 
around  the  boy's  neck,  and  on  the  back  of  it  was  engraved, 
"Marjorie."  Breathlessly  she  compared  them.  Yes,  indeed, 
this  handsome  young  man  must  be  Jack  grown  to  manhood. 
The  medals  were  exactly  the  same,  and  Marjorie  remembered 


134  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 

well  the  night  her  dear  mother  had  given  them  to  her  children, 
with  the  words,  "May  the  holy  Mother  of  God  grant  you  hap- 
piness and  her  tender  protection  all  your  lives,  ray  babies." 
She  could  even  remember  how  Jack  had  looked  up  into  his 
mother's  face  with  solemn  blue  eyes,  and  had  lisped,  as  he 
had  been  taught  to  do  at  the  close  of  each  prayer,  "Amen." 
It  must  be  Jack,  her  darling  Jack — and  yet,  what  if  she  were 
mistaken !    The  horror  of  such  a  possibility  made  her  shudder. 

Many  a  weary  day  passed  in  which  the  officer  raved  and 
tossed  in  a  delirious  fever.  But  at  length,  in  answer  no  doubt 
to  his  sister's  pleading  and  prayer,  he  began  a  slow  but  sure 
convalescence.  Needless  to  say,  both  doctor  and  nurse  were 
much  relieved  to  see  their  patient  gradually  regaining  strength 
and  belieing  their  fears  for  his  non-recovery.  Marjorie  had 
spoken  of  the  medal  to  no  one,  least  of  all  to  Jack,  for  such 
in  her  heart,  she  already  called  him.  One  thing  held  her  back ; 
it  was  this,  on  his  identification  disc  she  had  read  the  name. 
"J.  Harrison."  It  certainly  was  nothing  like  McClelland, 
and  all  sorts  of  doubts  and  fears  tormented  her. 

When  Lieut.  Harrison  was  quite  recovered  and  was  only 
waiting  orders  to  be  dismissed  from  the  hospital.  Nurse  Mar- 
jorie and  he  were  one  day  taking  a  stroll  through  the  sur- 
rounding park.  Purposely,  but  with  wildly  beating  heart, 
Marjorie  drew  her  companion  into  speaking  of  his  childhood 
days.  She  listened  breathlessly  while  he  shyly  spoke  of  his 
very  faint  recollections  of  a  sweet  mother  and  a  very  kind 
little  sister,  and  he  could  even  recall  their  having  gone  for  a 
long,  long  boat  ride  which  seemed  to  him  to  have  ended  very 
suddenly  and  very  strangely.  For  he  had  only  confused  mem- 
ories of  having  been  brought  to  a  strange  home  and  among 
strange  people,  who,  however,  gradually  grew  into  the  heart 
and  life  of  the  little  boy.  It  was  as  their  son  that  he  had 
grown  up,  and  it  was  as  their  son,  too,  that  he  had  left  home 
to  do  a  boy's  willing  part  in  the  world's  gi*eat  struggle  for 
liberty. 

Marjorie 's  face  and  eyes  were  glowing  with  excitement. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES.  135 

"But  tell  me,  oh  tell  me,  do  you  not  remember  any  more  of  that 

first  mother  and  sister?" 

"Only  this,"  he  said,  "that  my  mother  was  beautiful  and 

good,  and  of  my  sister  'I  can  only  remember  that  her  name 

was  Marjorie. " 

"Oh,"  she  cried,  "look  at  this!"    And  she  pulled  out  the 

medal  and  chain  that  hung  about  her  slender  neck.     "Don't 

you  remember  more  now?" 

"How  strange,"  he  answered,  and  a  puzzled  look  passed 

over  his  face,  "See,  mine  is  the  very  same,  and  yet  I  cannot 

remember." 

"0  Jack,  Jack,  my  darling  brother,  "Marjorie  cried,  "it 

makes  no  difference  whether  you  remember  or  not,  I  know 

you  are  my  brother."  And  when  the  young  officer  had  re- 
covered sufficiently  from  his  nurse's  amazing  outburst,  she 
told  him  the  story  of  the  medals,  the  wreck,  the  heroic  death 
of  their  devoted  mother,  and  of  her  own  life  up  until  the  time 
she  came  to  France. 

By  this  time  they  had  reached  the  hospital  again,  but  they 
had  not  nearly  satisfied  their  mutual  longing  for  more  and 
more  information.  So  they  sat  there  on  the  verandah,  happy 
as  children,  laughing,  crying,  and  exchanging  all  manner  of 
confidences.  No  wonder  the  young  doctor,  as  he  turned  the 
corner  and  suddenly  came  upon  them,  muttered  a  hurried  and 
confused  apology  for  interrupting  what  seemed  to  him  a 
conversation  of  more  than  ordinary  intimacy.  Nurse  Mc- 
Clelland, who  knew  the  doctor's  unqualified  admiration  for 
"Lieut.  Harrison,"  at  once  put  him  at  his  ease  by  exclaim- 
ing, "Oh  come  right  here.  Doctor  Thornby,  and  hear  the  good 
news.  Allow  me  to  introduce  to  you  my  long  lost  brother 
Jack,  alias  Lieut.  Jack  Harrison." 

Enlightening  disclosures  followed  fromj  both  Jack  and 
Marjorie,  but  it  was  not  until  some  time  later  that  Marjorie 
grasped  the  full  significance  of  Dr.  Thornby 's  hearty  but  re- 
lieved reply,  "Thank  God,  Nurse!  I  am  more  than  delighted 
to  know  that  our  young  patient  is  your  brother." 


136  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES. 


By   Mabie  Fenn. 

There  was  no  room  for  Thee  that  night 
In  Bethlehem  long  ago, 
They  had  no  room  for  Heaven's  King, 
Because  they  did  not  know. 

Could  I  have  been  in  Bethlehem 
That   night,   0  Babe   Divine, 
What  should  I  not  have  done  for  Th,ee? 
What   comforts  had  been  Thine ! 

But  e'en  to-day  the  power  is  mine 
To  shelter  Thee,  my  King, 
My  heart  I  give  Thee,  for  Thy  throne, 
All   homage  there   I'll  bring. 

Ah!  Thou  wilt  take   it.  wilt  Thou  not 
And  fill  it  full  of  love? 
For  then  perhaps  Thou  wilt  not  miss 
So  much.  Thy  Home  above. 


ST.    JOSEPH    LILIES, 


Tea  Cleanliness  and  Purity 

Prom  the  tea  gardens  in  Ceylon  to  the  familiar  sealed  packets  of 


SALADA 


Xboolute  cleanliness   prevails.    Evnrg   particle   of   dust   removed. 
▼eiglM^  and  packed  by  automatic  machinery. 


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The  Quality  Goes  in  Before  the 
Name  Goes  on. 

Bredin's 

"Daintimaid" 

Cake 

A  delicious  confection  to  serve 
on  the  "home"  table — at  recep- 
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Under   the   Invocation    of    Our    Mother    of    Perpetual    Help 

THE  REDEMPTORIST  FATHERS 

HAVE  INSTITUTED  A  CAMPAIGN  TO  RAISE 

$750,000.00 

FOR  THE  ERECTION  OP 

COLLEGE,  NOVITIATE,  SEMINARY 

FOR  THE  FORMATION  OP 

Redemptorist     Missionaries     for    the    Dominion     of     Canada 


All  Friends  of  the  Fathers  are  urged  to  help. 

The  names  of  Donors  contributing  $1,000.00  or  more,  will  be  engraved  on 
a  Bronze  Tablet  pilaced  at  the  entrance  of  the  College. 

The  naanes  of  Donors  oontriJbuting  $100.00  or  more,  -will  ibe  engraved  on  Paroh- 
ment,  and  'hung  in  the  Sacristy  of  the  Chapel. 

The  names  of  Donors  contri'buting  $10.00  or  more,  together  with  the  names 
of  the  above  Donors,  will  be  enclosed  in  a  Silver  Heart  which  will  be 
placed  on  the  Altar. 


These  Benefactors  will  share  in  all  the  prayers  and  good  wopks  of  the  Fathers 
and  Brothers  of  the  Province. 

They  will  be  rememibered  in  all  oar  Masses  every  day. 

Every  Sunday  a  Special  High  Mass  will  be  offered  for  them  and  their  intention 
at  the  College,  Novitiate  and  Seminary  when  these  Institutions  are 
erected. 


Offerings  may  be  made  in  memory  of  the  Dead. 


All  Donations  may  be  given  or  sent  to 

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NOTED   FOR 

Genuine  Medicines, 
Absolutely  Pure  Drugs 

AND  RELIABLE    PRESCRIPTION    WORK 

A    FULL  LINE   OF 

Sick  Room  Requisites  and  Toiiet  Goods 

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256  Queen  St.  West        Toronto 


SPECIALISTS   in   cleaning   interior   wall 

decorationa  of  all  description. 

Manufitctarers   of 

IMPERIAL    CLEANER 

for  materially  renewing 
PAINTS  EMBOSSED 

ENAMELS  JAPANESE 

WOODWORK  WALLPAPEBS 

METAL  CEILINGS     QOLD  LEAFS 

and  fine  decorative  art 
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WHOLESALE 

COAL 

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COAL 

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TORONTO 


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IN  POWDER  FORM 

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Racial    Characteristics 


One  noticeablp  characteristic  of  the  American  Indian  was  that  he  never 
tailed  to  repay  a  favor,  and  at  the  first  opportunity.  The  American.  Indian 
trade  mark  impressed  upon  every  package  of 


has  the  same  significance.  It  is  a  proimise  that  the  ma- 
terials whiiich  bear  i'ts  'imprint  will  prove  to  "be  full  re- 
camipence  for  the  comfidence  yoiu  imiposie 'w'h'sn  givimg  >tour 
order.  Aad  thie  hunidreidls  and  hundireds  of  conitlnuoius 
users  of  thlls  laumdry  siodia  prove  how  faiiitlhfuriiy  tMs  pro- 
mise  is   being  ifulfilled. 

THE  J.    B.    FORD  CO. 
Sole  Manufacturers  WYANDOTTE,  MICH. 


This  Trade  Mark 

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-■•  are  5,000  Underwoods, 
and  1,300  of  all  other 
makes  combined. 

And  in  offices  everywhere 
theUnderw^ood  is  supreme. 

Our  Employment  Depart- 
ment supplies  typists  for  6,000  positions  annually. 


UNITED  TYPEWRITER  CO.  LTD. 

Underwood  Bidg.         135  Victoria  Street  TORONTO 


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The  Children's  Shop 

For  Stylish  Dresses,  Coats  and  Hats  from 
the  smallest  child  to  the  sweet  girl  graduate. 

Everything  for  the  new  baby. 

All  our  garments  are  exclusive  yet  moder- 
ate in  price. 

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XPork  on  Slevators  and 

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Adel.  4161 

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The  Club  Coffee  Co. 

SPECIALISTS  IN 

FINE  COFFEES  AND  TEAS 


Importers,        Boasters        mnd 
TORONTO,    ONT. 


Blenders 


Take  pleasure  in  announcing  that  the 
steady  increase  of  their  business  has 
forced  them  to  secure  larger  premises. 

In  a  large  new  warehouse  built  by 
them,  the  most  up-to-date  roasting  and 
grinding  machinery  has  been  installed, 
and  now,  more  than  ever,  have  facili- 
ties on  hand  to  render  exceptional  ser- 
vice. 

A  specialty  is  made  of  supplying  large 

institutions. 

THE  NEW  ADDRESS 

240  Church  St.,  Toronto 

Telepbons  Main  173 


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Paul  Mulligan 


Dealer   in 


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— Goods,  Cigars, — 
Cigarettes,   Tobaccos 


Agent    for    Butterick    Patterns. 


532  Yonge  St.        Toronto 


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REED  FURNITURE 

Children's  Vehicles 


Express  Wagons 
Doll  Cabs 

For  Sale  by  all  First  Class  Dealers 

The  Gendron  Mfg.  Co.  Ltd. 

TORONTO 


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2  Bloor    Street    East 
Phone  North  3258 


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Toronto,         -         Ontario 

FEDERATED  WITH  THE 

University  of  Toronto 

courses: 
Arts,  High  School,  Commercial 

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Insurance  Brokers 


31  SCOTT  STREET 


TORONTO 


GENERAL  AGENTS. 

Royal  Ins.  Co.,  Ltd. 
Continental  Ins.  Co. 
Westchester  Fire  Ins.  Co. 
Alliance  Ins.  Co. 
British  North  Western  Ins.  Co, 
London  &  Lancashire  Guarantee  &  Ac- 
cident Company. 


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31  SCOTT  STREET 
Phones  Adelaide  2740--2741 


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Electric  Wiring 
and  Repairs 


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Limited 


USE 


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"It's  All  Rlffht" 

SAVE  THE  WRAPPERS 


Have  you  used  OMO? 

The   new  Bleacher,  Purifier  and 

Cleanser. 

"Makes  White    Clothes  Whiter  " 
For  Sale  by  all   Qrocers 


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Royal  Assurance  Co.  Ltd. 

OF  ENGLAND 


Largest  Fire  Insurance  Co.  in  the  World. 


PERCY  J.  QUINN 

Local  Manager. 


WM.  A.  LEE  &  SON 

GENERAL  AGENTS 

26  VICTORIA  STREET,  -  -  TORONTO 

Phone  Main  6000  Residence  Phone  Park  667 


Fruit   and   Vegetables    Solicited 


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WABEHOUSBS  : 

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Our  facilities  enable  us  to  realize  top  prices  at  all  times  for 
your  fruit,  vegetables,  or  general  produce.  Aside  from  our 
large  connection  on  the  Toronto  market,  we  have  established 
branch  warehouses,  with  competent  men  in  charge,  at  Stjdbubt, 
NoBTH  Bat,  Cobalt,  Cochrane,  and  Pobcttpink,  In  time  of 
congestion  on  the  Toronto  market,  we  have  a  ready  outlet 
through  these  branches.  We  never  have  to  sacrifice  your 
interests. 


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TORONTO,  ONT. 


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Is  the  high  cost 
of  butter  making 
a  big  hole  in  your 
household  allow- 
ance? Do  you 
nervously  caution 
your  family  to 
"be  careful  with 
the  butter?"  Then 
it  is  quite  evident  you  have  not  yet  discovered  H.  A.  Oleomargarine. 

H.  A,  Oleomargarine  has  that  true  butter  flavor  and  rich  yellow 
color  which  makes  it  scarcely  possible  for  experts  to  distinguish  it 
from  the  finest  Creamery  Butter. 

Is  not  a  saving  of  25c  a  pound  a  strong  argu- 
ment to  induce  you  to  try  it? 

Let  your  family  spread  their  bread  with  H.  A. 
generously.     Ifs 
so  good? 


Canade  Food  Board 

Blanket  License  No. 

165 


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Whein  buying  a  heating  or 
cooking  appliance  oi  any  de- 
scription, insist  on  one  bearing 
■the  oval  trade  mark  "GURNEY- 
OXFORJ>."  That  is  your  ab- 
solute guarantee  of  satisfac- 
tion. 

THE  6USNEY  FOUNDRY 
CO.,  Limited 

TORONTO,  CANADA. 
Also  Montreal,  Winnipeg,   Cal- 
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Higgins  &  Burke 

Limited 

Wholesale   Grocers 
—  and  Importers  — 


31  and  33  Front  St.  East 
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Omemee  Dentifrice 

"Whitens  the  Teeth." 

Rccomimien-died  by  Demttete, 
An-tiseptic,    Cleansinig. 

Omemee  Toilet  Cream 

Preserves  tlie  Complexion, 
Prevenfts    Rouighiiess    of    itih« 

Skto, 
PrepareKl'  from  Purest  Inigreidu- 

CTHtB. 

Omemee  Talcum  Powder 

"Smooth   as   Velvet." 

Frafrrant,    SoOtTil-n-g,    Healilvg, 
Refreshimg. 

W.  LLOYD   WOOD 

64  and   06   Gerrard   Street   East, 

TORONTO. 

Price  as  cents  per  Package. 

Samples  Sent  on  Request. 


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CARONAL  OF  MARY 

BY 

Sisters  of  St.  Joseph,  Tortoto 

A  Collection  of 
Moreau  Hymns 

PRICE  60  CENTS 

ON  SALE  AT 

ST.  JOSEPH'S  COLLEGE 
TORONTO,  ONT. 


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a  Sister  of  St.  Joseph,  Toronto 

A  Handy  Little  Manual  of  Preparations 
and  Thanksgivings  for  Holy  Communion 

PRICE   50   CENTS 

FOR  SALE   AT 

W.  E.  BLAKE  &  SON,  123  Church  St.,  Toronto 


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FAIRWEATHERS' 

FINE  FURS 

Most  Advanced  Styles  in  High-Quality  Coats,  Capes,  Dolmans, 
Wraps,  Neckpieces,  Muffs  and  Sets. 

**It  pays  to  pay  for  quality'' 


FAIRWEATHERS    LIMITED 


MONTREAL 


88-90  Yonge  St. 
TORONTO 


WINNIPEG 


LUX 

pURE  Essence    of    Soap    in 
1      flakes — for  Shampoo,  Hair 
Wash,  Bath  or  Toilet.  Dissolves 
readily  in  hot  water,  forms  a 
foamy,  cream-like  lather  which 
cannot     injure     the     daintiest 
hands — leaves    the    hands    soft 
and     glossy  — invigorates    the 
scalp. 

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At  all  Grocers 

*  +    * 

Lever  Bros.  JMeiToronto 

Ikoninq  Depabiment  fob  Sheets,  Tabuc 

CovEKS,    Pillow    Slips,    Towels, 

Napkins  axd  Spreads,  Etc. 

NEW    METHOD    LAUNDRY    CO. 

L.TD, 

"We  Know  How." 

Visitors  Wklcome, 

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There  is  always  great 
pleasure  in  a  pipeful  of 


TOBACCO 


Because  it  is  cool^ 
fragrant  and 

satisfying 


Put    up    in    neat 
and  handy  tins 


SOLD 
EVERYWHERE 


15c  a  Tin 


SAINT  JOSEPH'S  COLLEGE 

TORONTO  ONTARIO,  CANADA 


VOL.  VIII. 


No.  4 


Spring  Suits  of  Decided  Chic 

If  You  Choose  From  Our  High  Grade  Models 


The  buyers  say  they  have 
never  been  lavelier  either  in 
the  fine  quality  of  their  fa- 
brics or  in  the  smartness  of 
their  designs,  to  say  nothing 
of  rich  trimmings  and  lin- 
ings of  splendour  unsur- 
passed. 

Particularly  trig  are  the 
new  Bolero  Suits  with  gay 
vestees  of  novelty  silks,  loose 
bell  sleeves  and  skirts  that 
frequently  show  accordeon 
pleating. 

Our  fitted  tailleur  and 
straight-line  suits  express  a 
wealth  of  refinement  and 
quality,  gained  to  a  large 
extent  from  the  fineness  of 
the  tricotine  which  usually 
fashions  them. 

"Where  color  is  concerned, 
navy  is  far  in  the  lead — a  for- 
tunate feature  too,  because 
this  year,  more  than  ever,  you 
look  for  durability  in  choos- 
ing your  suit.  For  sports 
wear,  Heathertone  Jersey 
Suita  are  very  smart. 


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BOND  STREET  TORONTO 


This  fine  Hospital  is  among  the  best  of  its  kind  in  Canada. 
It  was  founded  in  1892.  Its  excellent  record  in  both  medical 
and  surgical  lines  has  made  it  known  throughout  the  Dominion 
and  in  many  parts  of  the  United  States.  Patients  come  from 
near  and  far  to  benefit  by  its  medical  staff,  its  nursing  Sisters, 
and  its  skillful  nurses.  Its  surgical  wing  is  unsurpassed  in 
equipment.  On  March  19,  1912,  a  magnificent  Medical  wing 
was  opened  to  150  patients,  who  took  possession  of  the  new 
wards  and  private  suites.  The  Hospital  is  within  a  drive  of 
ten  minutes  from  the  Union  Station,  and  but  a  block  away 
form  St.  Michael 's  Cathedral,  some  of  whose  priests  act  as  chap- 
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CONTENTS 


The  Crucifixion  (Cut)   Frontispiece 

"They  Crucified  Him" 5 

Louvain— Most  Rev.  N.  McNeil,  D.D 6 

Easter — Rev.  J.  Johnstone  13 

Poems  of  Theodore  Maynard — Rev.  Dr.  Dollard 14 

Holy  Week  at  Monte  Cassino — Rt.  Rev.  J.  Cruise 22 

Fairy  Palaces — F.  W.  Fenton 34 

The  Late  Dr.  R.  J.  Dwyer,  M.R.C.P.  (Portrait) 86 

The  Late  Dr.  R.  J.  Dwyer,  M.R.C.P.— S.  M.  P 37 

St.  Joseph— E.  R.  Wilson 45 

For  the  Sake  of  the  Crucified— Rev.  J.  McCarthy 46 

Under  the  Sanctuary  Lamp — Rev.  R.  H.  Bean 50 

Spanish  Poetry — C.  D.  Swan 51 

Venerable  Brother  Benildus,  F.S.C.  (Portrait)   58 

Venerable  Brother  Benildus,  F.S.C. — Rev.  Bro.  Simon  ....   59 

Son  of  God— Rev.  Dr.  Dollard 72 

Catholic  Women's  League — L.  O'Neill 73 

Signs  of  Spring  (Poem) — Catharine  MePartlin 77 

A  Day's  Grace — C.  D.  Swan 78 

Dorothea's  Basket  of  Flowers— S.  M.  H 79 

The  Late  Miss  Moriarty- Rev.  P.  J.  Kirby 86 


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The  Officials  of  St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae 90 

Alumnae  Items    91 

Community  Notes 99 

Easter  Greeting  (Cut)  104 

St.  Joseph's  College  Department  105 

Editorial    105 

A  Thought  for  Holy  Week— N.  McGuane 106 

The  Art  of  Criticism— R.  M.  Agnew,  '20 107 

The  Fourth  Form — H.  Meyer Ill 

The  Blind  Boy-^C.  Hammall Ill 

Irish  Fairy  Folk  Lore — M.  Coughlin 112 

^He  Old  Clock— C.  Johnston 122 

Winter  Is  Gone — H.  Kernahan    123 

Exchanges 124 

My  Dad— E.  McGuane 126 

The  Transformation — M.  Coughlin   126 

The  Newsboy — ^F.  Kormann 127 

The  Letter  Box — C.  Keogh 128 

,   The  Kewpie — H.  Meyer 134 

College  Notes 135 

True  Refinement  133 

The  Legend  of  the  White  Deer — C.  Morgan 139 


THE   CRUCIFIXION 


Pro  S^n  ft  Alma  iiatrr. 


VOL.  vni. 


TORONTO,  MARCH,  1920. 


NO.  4. 


S.  Luke  xxiii.,  33. 

Saddest  day  of  all  the  year. 

When  we  think  of  Him  Who  died; 

Read  Love's  solemn  message  here, 
Christ  is  crucified. 

See  Him  hanging  on  the  Cross, 
Think  of  all  His  pain  and  woe, 

For  our  sakes  He  suffered  loss 
More  than  we  can  know. 

Strive  to-day  to  put  aside 

Sinful  passion,  stubborn  will, 

Think  of  Jesus  crucified, 
Watch  Him — and  be  still. 

For  the  Christ  Who  died  to  save, 

Loves  you  more  than  you  can  say; 

By  His  Cross  and  by  His  Grave 

Learn  His  Love  to-day. 

A.  R.  G. 

'Greater  Love  hath  no  man  than  this." — S.  John,  xvl,  13. 


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LOUVAIN 

A  LECTURE  GIVEN  BY  HIS  GRACE  THE  MOST  REV,  N.  McNEIL.  D.D. 


On  the  evening  of  the  fourteenth  of  January  a  large  audi- 
ence assembled  in  Convocation  Hall  to  hear  His  Grace,  Arch- 
bishop McNeil  of  Toronto,  lecture  under  the  auspices  of  the 
Catholic  Women's  League.  His  subject  was  "Louvain,''  in- 
teresting in  itself,  but  far  more  interesting  when  described  by 
His  Grace,  whose  knowledge'  of  the  University,  as  it  was  before 
the  war,  comes  not  from  hearsay,  but  from  a  personal  experi- 
ence which  also  enables  him  to  realize  the  irreparable  damage 
it  sustained  at  the  hands  of  the  Germans  during  the  four  years 
of  war.  The  Archbishop  had  procured  slides  of  many  interest- 
ing aspects  of  the  University,  and  with  their  help,  the  tragic 
but  still  glorious  story  of  Louvain  was  printed  very  vividly 
on  the  minds  and  sympathies  of  the  audience. 

His  Grace  went  on  to  say  how  on  the  eighteenth  of  August, 
1914,  the  German  army  began  to  pass  through  the  City  of 
Louvain.  Taking  possession  of  the  City  Hall,  they  made  it  their 
local  headquarters,  and  after  about  a  week's  stay,  they  began 
their  work  of  devastation.  First  they  set  fire  to  a  part  of  the 
city  near  the  famous  University,  and  although  eleven  hundred 
and  twenty-five  nearby  houses  were  destroyed,  the  great  Li- 
brary, the  most  valuable  building  of  all,  erected  in  1317,  stood 
unharmed  in  the  midst  of  the  ruins,  throughout  a  whole  day. 
It  was  a  very  large  stone  structure,  whose  massive  walls  would 
have  withstood  the  fire  indefinitely,  but  at  last  the  German  sol- 
diers, eager  to  see  its  destruction,  broke  through  the  doors  and 
set  fire  to  the  interior  of  the  Library.  For  three  days  the  con- 
flagration continued,  and  during  that  time  more  than  a  quar- 
ter of  a  million  volumes  were  destroyed.  Priceless  books  and 
manuscripts,  dating  from  the  year  1454,  numbered  among  the 
oldest  documents  in  existence,  were  completely  destroyed,  and 


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the  fire  then  spread  to  the:  Administrative  Offices  of  the  Univer- 
sity, the  Archives,  the^  Convocation  Hall,  and  a  picture  gallery, 
Avhich  were  also  situated  in  the  Library  Building.  Another 
University  building  destroyed  by  the  fire  was  a  new  one  of 
Gothic  style,  which  served  as  a  social  centre  for  the  students, 
and  also  contained  class  rooms,  the  museum  and  the  library  of 
the  commercial  and  consular  institute. 

Why  did  the  Germans  do  this  thing?  They  said  they  did  it 
because  the  Belgians  of  Louvain  fired  on  their  soldiers,  but  this 
was  afterwards  proved  a  falsehood.  We  can  only  guess  at  the 
real  motive,  and  one  hypothesis,  which  seems  probable,  is  this : 
The  Germans  desired  to  leave  behind  them  as  few  soldiers  as 
possible  to  garrison  Belgium.  Every  available  soldier  was  re- 
quired for  the  war  in  France,  and  so  they  sought  by  a  system 
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same  object  in  view,  they  shot  many  hundreds  of  innocent  peo- 
ple, and  destroyed  whole  cities,  towns  and  villages. 

The  University  of  Louvain  dates  from  the  year  1426,  the 
Papal  Charter  of  that  year  being  one  of  the  precious  documents 
destroyed  in  the  fire.  Its  growth  was  continuous  and  before  the 
war,  the  University  had  twenty  large  buildings  in  different 
parts  of  Louvain. 

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magnified  Seminary;  on  the  contrary  it  serves  for  the  higher 
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Science,  and  three  hundred  and  one  in  the  Commercial  and  Con- 
sular Institute,  making  in  all  three  thousand,  two  hundred  and 
seventy-three. 

The  Arts  course  is  divided  into  two  main  sections,  each  with 
varied  curricula.  In  one  section  Literature  and  Philosophy 
predominate;  in  the  other  Science  is  the  chief  study.  During 
the  first  scholastic  year  after  the  armistice,  the  number  of  stu- 
dents in  the  Literary  section  of  the  Arts  course  was  five  hun- 
dred: and  twenty-eight,  and  in  the  Scientific  section  seven  hun- 
dred and  forty-five. 

The  Faculty  of  Applied  Science  in  the  University  of  Louvain 
includes  the  usual  engineering  courses,  and  also  courses  in 
Architecture  and  Agriculture,  Connected  with  this  Faculty  be- 
fore the  war,  were  exceptionally  valuable  Laboratories,  but  they 
also  were  destroyed  by  the  Germans  in  1914,  and  the  others 
afteir  the  armistice  when  the  German  armies  were  returning 
home.  Of  particular  interest  were  the  Laboratories  of 
Bacteriology  and  Biology;  the  former,  under  Professor  Denys, 
having  as  part  of  its  plant  a  large  stable  which  housed  as  many 
as  twenty  horses.  This  was  for  the  purpose  of  procuring 
serums  for  the  prevention  and  cure  of  diphtheria  and  typhoid 
fever,  and  was  indeed  the  base  of  supply  for  the  majority  of 
practising  doctors  all  over  Belgium. 

The  Biology  Laboratory — a  very  splendid  one,  founded  by 
Professor  Carney,  really  consisted  of  six  separate  laboratories 
for  each  of  the  six  departments — Cellular  Biology,  Vegetable 
Histology,  Microbiology,  Embriology,  Comparative  Histology 
and  Biological  Chemistry.  Each  laboratory  was  under  the 
direction  of  two  Professors,  and  the  almost  perfect  library  and 
museum  were  used  in  common. 

A  special  Institute  of  Philosophy  was  founded  in  the  Uni- 
versity of  Louvain  in  1882  at  the  desire  of  Pope  Leo  XIIL,  who 
contributed  thirty  thousand  dollars  to  encourage  the  pro- 
ject. The  Bishops  of  Belgium  selected  Monsignor  Mercier  to 
carry  out  the  design,  and  under  his  supervision,  buildings  were 
erected  and  a  course  organized.  This  course  combines  experi- 
ment with  abstract  thought,  not  only  such  experiments  as  are 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


made  in  the  study  of  Psychology,  but  also  in  Physics  and  Chem- 
istry and  even  Higher  Mathematics,  all  considered  in  their 
bearings  on  the  problems  of  Philosophy.  The  spirit  in  which 
Monsignor  Mercier  organized  this  Institute  may  be  expressed 
by  saying  that,  taking  the  Philosophy  of  St.  Thomas  as  a  basis, 
each  branch  of  philosophy  is  studied  without  any  other  object 
in  view  than  truth,  as  far  as  it  can  be  ascertained  by  reason. 
It  is  independent  research  work,  and  not  an  effort  to  reach 
presupposed  conclusions — a  method  which  should  result  in  a 
philosophical  system  consistent  with  Revelation.  Revelation 
stands  on  guard  in  the  background  as  a  court  of  final  appeal ; 
but  each  Professor  feels  free  to  pursue  his  studies  independent- 
ly. The  Institute  is  an  organized  body  of  trained  experts,  who 
survey  the  whole  field  of  human  thought,  and  study  its  prob- 
lems deeply,  freely,  with  all  the  resources  that  science  can  sup- 
ply, and  under  conditions  which  moderate  the  desire  to  be 
singular  or  merely  original.  A  collective  responsibility  and  a 
collective  product — the  outstanding  characteristics  of  what  is 
now  called  Neo-Scholasticism,  have  had  a  steadying  effect  upon 
the  world  of  thought.  The  most  recent  tribute  to  the  work 
of  the  Institute  is  a  declaration  made  by  Professor  Boutroux  on 
the  occasion  of  Cardinal  Mercier 's  reception  by  the  Institute 
of  France  after  his  return  from  America. 

When  men  devote  their  lives,  as  they  do  in  Louvain,  to  re- 
se'arch,  experiment,  literature,  history,  and  intellectual  specu- 
lation, they  naturally  wish  to  tell  the  rest  of  the  learned  world 
what  they  are  doing,  and  to  know  what  is  being  done  elsewhere 
along  the  same  lines.  This  exchange  of  thought  and  of  re- 
sults is  chiefly  effected  by  means  of  periodicals  devoted  to  spe- 
cial subjects  and  of  such  periodicals  the  University  of  Louvain 
published  twenty-one. 

The  test  of  a  University  is  not  its  buildings  nor  its  equip- 
ment, nor  its  endowments,  but  the  men  whom  it  has  trained. 
Graduates  of  Louvain  ruled  in  Belgium  during  the  thirty  years 
that  preceded  the  war,  and  the  success  of  their  country  in  all 
lines  of  civil  endeavour  is  a  tribute  to  their  University.     To 


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come  down  to  our  own  experience,  Toronto  has  recently  had 
an  opportunity  of  making  the  acquaintance  of  two  of  the  Lou- 
vain  graduates, — namely  Cardinal  Mercier  and  Professor  De 
Wulf,  whose  merits  speak  for  themselves.  In  the  Medical 
Faculty  of  the  University  of  Toronto,  another  name  is  well 
known  through  one  of  the  medical  texts  there  in  use.  Stu- 
dents in  Toronto  may  have  thought  that  Van  Gehuchten,  the 
great  nerve  specialist,  was  a  German;  on  the  contrary,  he  was 
a  Professor  in  the  University  of  Louvain.  A  great  part  of  his 
life  work,  in  the  form  of  notes,  specimens,  photographs,  manu- 
scripts, etc.,  perished  in  the  fire  of  1914,  and  with  it  perished 
also  his  life-interest.  The  University  of  Cambridge,  England, 
invited  him  in  1914  to  join  the  Medical  Faculty  there, — an  in- 
vitation which  he  accepted — but  he  did  not  live  to  see  the  end 
of  the  war. 

Among  the  many  famous  men  of  Louvain  in  former  times, 
two  of  the  sixteenth  century  may  be  selected!  for  mention — 
Vesalius,  who  is  well  known  to  those  interested  in  the  history 
of  anatomy,  as  the  man  who  broke  away  from  traditional 
methods,  and  placed  it  on  its  modern  scientific  basis ;  and  Mer- 
cator,  whose  name  is  known  to  a  much  wider  circle  as  the  man 
who  first  designed  the  method  of  map  projection  now  used  in 
all  marine  charts  all  over  the  world. 

This,  then,  was  the  University — the  only  one  of  its  kind  in 
existence — which  the  German  Generals  chose  to  sacrifice  for 
their  own  inglorious  purposes.  Those  purposes  accomplished, 
they  then  conceived  the  idea  of  reopening  the  University  in  the 
fall  of  1914  under  German  control,  and  offered  to  help  the  Bel- 
gians with  supplies  of  books  and  money,  threatening  severe 
penalties  if  their  plan  were  not  approved  and  furthered.  But 
they  were  met  with  a  flat  refusal  by  the  authorities  of  the  Uni- 
versity, who  had  no  desire  to  continue  their  teaching  under 
German  inspection  and  control,  or  to  prevent  their  young  men 
from  attempting  to  get  through  the  German  lines  for  the  pur- 
pose of  joining  the  Belgian  army.  They  knew  only  too  well 
that  the  Germans  would  make  use  of  the  university,  if  re- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  11 


opened,  to  increase  the  racial  friction  between  the  Flemings 
and  the  Waloons  in  Belgium,  by  confining  Louvain  to  the  use  of 
French,  and  the  University  of  Ghent  to  the  rise  of  Flemish. 
And  in  their  eyes  above  everything  else  came  the  necessity  of 
impressing  upon  the  Belgian  people  during  the  German  occu- 
pation the  ideal  of  patriotism  and  of  national  liberty  and  unity 
as  one   of  supreme  importance.     Not  until  the  last  German 
soldier  had  left  the  soil  of  Belgium  would  Louvain  reopen,  was 
their  decision,  but  it  was  one  which  involved  a  tremendous 
sacrifice.     It  meant  that  one  hundred  and  twenty-five  Profes- 
sors could  not  receive  their  regular  salaries  during  the  period 
of  the  war.    Many  of  these  Professors  had  lost  their  homes  in 
the  fire.     There  were  no  longer  any  fees  from  students,  and 
the  Church  collections,  which  had  been  a  considerable  source 
of  annual  revenue,  could  not  be  continued  when  industries  were 
destroyed,  workmen  idle  and  poverty  everywhere.    There  was 
only  one  way  for  the  authorities  to  meet  their  responsibility  for 
the  livings  of  the  Professors  and  that  was  by  drawing  on  the 
endowment  funds  of  the  University;  even  this  colossal  sacri- 
fice was  made  and  when  peace  finally  came,  nearly  the  whole 
endowment  had  been  expended,  but  the  honour  of  the  Uni- 
versity remained  unsullied. 

And  now  the  last  German  soldier  has  left  the  soil  of  Bel- 
gium, and  philanthropists  are  eagerly  forwarding  projects  and 
funds  for  rebuilding  the  ruins  of  Louvain.  The  doors  of  the 
University  are  open  again,  and,  although  indeed  it  can  never 
regain  its  wonderful  Library  and  the  rare  treasures  which 
were  its  boast,  its  name  shines  all  the  fairer  for  the  tragedies 
it  has  braved  and  it  remains  still  its  privilege  to  be  tested  and 
proved  by  the  men  it  sends  out  into  the  world. 

The  Archbishop  was  introduced  on  this  occasion  by  Miss 
Gertrude  Lawler,  M.A.,  President  of  the  Catholic  Women's 
League.  And  it  is  interesting  to  note  that  the  proceeds  of  this 
lecture  of  themselves  went  to  make  up  most  of  the  $1,000.00 
contribution  of  the  Catholic  Women's  League  towards  the  re- 
construction of  Louvain  University. 

As  a  postscript  to  what  is  said  about  Vesalius  as  an  honor 


12  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

to  his  Alma  Mater  of  Louvain,  an  interesting  letter  from  the 
Editor  of  MacMillan's  appeared  in  the  Toronto  papers  in 
Fehruary,  as  follows: 

"Medical  men,  it  is  well  known,  have  been  among  the  keen- 
est book  collectors  for  generations,  but  not  every  medical  li- 
brary, not  every  large  city  even,  possesses  such  a  full  vellum 
folio  as  that  now  deposited!  in  its  glass  case  in  the  library  of  the 
old  Medical  Building  at  Queen's.  Andreas  Vesalius'  'Book  of 
Human  Anatomy,'  1555,  lies  open  there,  with  its  superb  linen 
paper,  beautiful  type  and  elaborate,  if  quaint,  copper  plates, 
almost  as  fresh  as  when  issued,  and  ready  to  live  another  three 
and  a  half  centuries.  The  label  on  the  contemporary  vellum 
binding  is  dated  1555.  Where  is  there  a  physician  who  would 
not  covet  this  precious  volume?  The  later  work  of  1642  of 
Harvey,  the  discoverer  of  the  circulation  of  the  blood,  is  over- 
shadowed even  by  this  superb  folio,  the  record,  printed  in  his 
early  years,  of  the  life  work  of  the  father  of  'Human  Anatomy,' 
Andreas  Vesalius,  the  first  to  refuse  traditional  myths  regard- 
ing the  human  body,  and  intent  only  upon  recording  scientific 
truth,  the  evidence  of  personal  observation  and  verified  inves- 
tigation at  a  time  in  the  world's  history  when  such  an  attitude 
toward  long-accepted  error  often  meant  banishment  and  death. 

Vesalius  ranks  with  Sir  Isaac  Newton,  with  Galileo,  with 
Roger  Bacon  and  Francis  Bacon,  with  the  few  whose  achieve- 
ments are  new  births,  creations,  so  to  speak.  The  happy  pos- 
session of  this  invaluable  treasure  suggests  the  unspeakable  in- 
terest excited  by  Newton's  'Principia,'  Roger  Bacon's  'Opus,' 
or  the  Mazarin  Bible  (the  first  printed  with  movable  type). 
Queen's  at  Kingston  is  to  be  congratulated  on  the  acquisition  of 
this  literary  treasure." — Montrose  W.  Listen. 

Mr.  Liston  would  have  omitted  the  reference  to"  banishment 
and  death"  if  he  knew  better  the  history  of  the  sixteenth  cen- 
tury. Vesalius  went  freely  between  Louvain  and  the  universi- 
ties of  Italy  in  the  interest  of  his  science.  The  "traditional 
myths"  which  he  killed  came  from  the  heathen  Galen,  and 
had  nothing  to  do  with  Christian  tradition.  Unlike  Galileo, 
he  did  not  undertake  to  interpret  the  Bible  in  a  new  sense. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  13 

Eaatrr 

Bt  Rev.  Julian  E.  Johnstone. 

Triumphant,  grand  and  glorious, 
The  Son  of  God,  victorious, 

A  dazzling  Light  upon  the  night 

Arose  from  out  the  tomb. 
And  Angels  all  exuberant 
Their  trumpets  sounded  jubilant, 

And  sang  the  Saviour  risen 

From  the  prison  of  the  gloom. 

With  all  a  God's  magnificence 
He  rose  in  His  plenipotence, 

As  sunrise  rends  asunder 

Clouded  thunder  in  the  east. 
And  rock  and  mount  the  miracle 
Sang  loud  in  language  lyrical, 

Till  Heaven  above  with  perfect  love 

Sung  Christ  the  Perfect  Priest. 

Good  Friday,  dark  and  thunderful!   ! 
Then  Easter  with  its  wonderful 

Sunburst  of  glory  soaring 

Like  an  Angel  on  the  gloom ! 
0  loyal  Heart  and  dutiful, 
In  this  grand  symbol,  beautiful. 

Behold  thyself  new  risen 

From  the  prison  of  the  tomb ! 

Exultant,  bright  and  glorious. 
O'er  tyrant  Death  victorious. 

Thou,  too,  shalt  rise  into  the  skies 

On  irridescent  wings! 
"Where  lamps  of  splendour  tremulous 
And  golden  Angels  emulous. 

In  legions  shine  round  Him  divine, 

God,  Lord,  the  King  of  Kings ! 

From  every  spire  and  pinnacle 
Ring  out,  0  bells,  the  miracle! 

Hing  out  and  sing  the  Risen  Sun 

Of  Glory  on  the  gloom ! 
Sing  Christ  on  wings  of  Cherubim, 
On  silver  wings  of  Seraphim  ' 

Uprisen  from  the  prison 

Of  the  adamantine  tomb! 


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The  Poems  of  Theodore  Maynard 

A  Review  by  Rev.  James  B.  Dollakd,  Litt.D. 

SN  his  delightful  preface,  written  for  Theodore  Maynard 's 
Collected  Poems,  Mr.  G.  K.  Chesterton  says  that  Maynard 
is  above  all  a  poet  of  colour,  and  this  is  a  very  true  ob- 
servation.    But  there  are  several  other  good  qualities  in  the 
poetry  of  Theodore  Maynard  besides  colour. 

He  is  intensely  Catholic  for  one  thing,  and  he  is  alsio  in- 
tensely spiritual.  With  this  spirituality  is  intermingled  a 
sitrain  of  whimsicality  and  of  innocent  foolery,  which  marks 
him  out  as  one  of  those  child-like  souls  of  whom  the  Kingdom 
of  Heaven  is  constituted.  Mr.  Maynard  is  one  of  the  company 
of  brilliant  writers  who,  at  present  in  England,  are  reviving 
the  child-like  faith  and  wonder  and  rapture  of  the  poets  of  the 
middle  ages.  Mr.  Chesterton  in  his  preface  observes  that  the 
Hellenists  and  neo-Pagans  call  them  antiquated  ''for  gathering 
the  flowers  which  still  grow  on  the  graves  of  our  mediaeval 
ancestors,  while  they  themselves  will  industriously  search  for 
the  scattered  ashes  from  the  more  distant  pyres  of  the  Pagans!" 

Deep  thought  and  strong  imagination  are  the  characteris- 
tics of  Maynard 's  serious  poems;  an  abiding  joy  in  nature,  and 
a  confident  hope  in  and  love  for  Ood. 

From  that  verse  -of  the  Apocalypse  which  says:  "And  I 
saw  a  new  Heaven  and  a  new  earth,  for  the  first  heaven  and 
the  first  earth  were  passed  away"  (Apoc.  XXI.,  I.)  the  poet 
imagines  what  wondrous  things  the  new  Heaven  and  the  new 
Earth  will  be.  Surely  these  verses  suggest  marvels  and  prodi- 
gies to  the  soul : 

APOCALYPSE. 

Shall  summer  woods  where  we  have  laughed  our  fill ; 

Shall  all  yon  grass  so  good  to  walk  upon; 
Each  field  which  we  have  loved,  each  little  hill 

Be  burned  to  paper — as  hath  said  St.  John? 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  15 

Then  not  alone  they  die !    For  God  hath  told 
How  all  His  plains  of  mingled  fire  and  glass 

His  walls  of  hyacinth,  His  streets  of  gold, 
His  aureoles  of  jewelled  light  shall  pass, 

That  He  may  make  us  nobler  things  than  these, 

And  in  her  royal  robes  of  blazing  red 
Adorn  His  bride.     Yea,  with  what  mysteries 

And  might  and  mirth  shall  she  be  diamonded ! 

And  what  new  secret  shall  our  God  disclose ; 

Or  set  what  sums  of  burnished  brass  to  flare ; 
Or  what  empurpled  blooms  to  oust  the  rose ; 

Or  what  sitrange  .grass  to  glow  like  angels'  hair! 

What  pinnacles  of  silver  tracery, 

Wlhat  dizzy  rampired  towers  shall  God  advise 
Of  topaz,  beryl,  and  chalcedony 

To  make  Heaven  pleasant  to  His  children's  eyes! 

And  in  what  cataclysms  of  flame  and  foam 
Shall  the  first  IHeaven  sink* — ^^as  red  as  sin — 

When  God  hath  cast  aside  His  ancient  Home 
As  far  too  mean  to  house  His  children  in! 

Of  the  line — "Or  what  strange  gras.s  to  glow  like  angels' 
hair, ' '  Mr.  Chesterton  says :  ' '  This  line  has  the  touch  of  the 
true  mystic,  which  changes  a  thing  and  yet  leaves  it  familiar." 
Mr.  Chesterton  also  gives  special  mention  to  the  first  di-stioh 
of  the  following: 

Among  the  yellow  primroses 
He  holds  His  summer  palaces. 

And  sets  the  grass  about  them  all 
To  guard  them  as  His  spearmen  small. 

He  fixes  on  each  wayside  stone 
A  mark  to  show  it  as  His  own. 


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And  knows  when  raindrops  fall  through  air 
Whether  each  single  one  be  there, 

That,  gathered  into  ponds  and  brooks, 
They  may  become  His  picture-books, 

To  show  in  every  spot  and  place 
The  living  glory  of  His  face! 

These  lines  show  intense  love  of  natural  things  as  well  as 
adoration  of  the  Creator  therein.  There  are  dull  and  bovine 
people  who  can  gaze  upon  the  grandest  manifestations  of  na- 
ture without  adverting  to,  or  adoring,  even  for  a  moment,  the 
God  who  made  them.  Mr.  Maynard  is  not  one  of  those.  God 
is  ever  before  his  mind,  in  the  slightest  as  well  as  in  the  grand- 
est of  His  works. 

Attacking  the  atheist  who  seeks  to  contemn  the  Creator  and 
His  works  by  his  feeble  sneers,  the  poet  says : 


TO  A  BAD  ATHEIST. 

You  do  not  love  the  shadows  on  the  wall. 
Or  mists  that  flee  before  a  blowing  wind. 
Or  Gothic  forests,  or  light  aspen  leaves. 
Or  skies  that  melt  into  a  dreamy  sea. 
In  the  hoit,  glaring  nooritidie  of  your  mind 
(I  have  your  word  for  it)  there  is  no  room 
For  anything  save  sawdust,  sun  and  sand. 

No  monkish  flourishes  will  do  for  you; 

Your  life  must  be  set  down  in  black  and  white. 

The  quiet  half-light  of  the  abbey  close. 

The  cunning  carvings  of  a  chantry  tomb. 

The  leaden  windows  pricked  with  golden  saints-- 

AU  these  are  nothing  to  your  ragtime  soul ! 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  17 

Yet,  since  you  are  a  solemn  little  chap, 
In  spite  of  all  your  blasphemy  and  booze, 
That  dreadful  sword  of  satire  which  you  shake 
Hurts  no  hide  but  your  own, — you  cannot  use 
A  weapon  which  is  bigger  than  yourself. 

Yet  some  there  were  who  rode  all  clad  in  mail, — 

With  crosses  blazoned  on  their  mighty  shields, 

Roland  who  blew  his  horn  against  the  Moor, 

Richard  who  charged  for  Christ  at  Ascalon, 

Louis  a  pilgrim  with  his  chivalry. 

And  Blessed  Jeanne  who  saved  the  crown  of  Prance — 

Pah !  you  may  keep  your  whining  Superman ! 

In  these  days  of  adoration  of  the  golden  calf  in  the  guise  of 
money,  and  power,  and  "big  business,"  and  commerce,  and 
factories,  and  skyscrapers,  it  is  fashionable  to  look  askance  and 
with  shrugging  shoulders  at  a  country  like  Ireland  which  pre- 
fers the  freedom  of  her  soul  to  all  the  rewards  of  modern  com- 
mercialism. Theodore  Maynard  is  one  Englishman  at  least 
who  appreciates  Ireland's  position  and  who  is  not  afraid  to 
express  that  appreciation.  In  his  splendid  poem  entitled,  "To 
the  Irish  Dead,"  he  beautifully  expresses  this  sentiment.  Had 
all  Englishmen  the  heart  of  Theodore  Maynard,  Ireland  and 
England  would  be  forever  like  fair  sisters,  twined  in  the  bands 
of  mutual  affection  and  esteem ! 

TO  THE  IRISH  DEAD. 

You  who  have  died  as  royally  as  kings, 
Have  seen  with  eyes  ablaze  with  beauty,  eyes 
Nor  gold  nor  ease  nor  comfort  could  make  wise. 
The  glory  of  imperishable  things. 

Despite  your  shame  and  loneliness  and  loss — 
Your  broken  hopes,  the  hopes  that  shall  not  cease. 
Endure  in  dreams  as  terrible  as  peace ; 
Your  naked  folly  nailed  upon  the  cross. 


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Has  given  us  more  than  bread  unto  our  dearth 
And  more  than  water  to  our  aching  drouth; 
Though  death  has  been  as  wormwood  in  your  mouth 
Your  blood  shall  fructify  the  barren  earth. 

The  clearer  vision  has  truly  been  vouchsafed  to  the  poet. 
He  looks  into  the  heart  of  things;  he  guages  their  import  with 
his  eyes  fixed  on  the  values  of  eternity.  Not  otherwise  could 
this  English  poet  have  written  the  following: 

IRELAND. 

Beside  your  bitter  waters  rise 

The  mystic  Rose,  the  Holy  Tree, 
Immortal  courage  in  your  eyes. 

And  pain  and  liberty. 

The  stricken  arms,  the  cloven  shields, 

The  trampled  plumes,  the  shattered  drum, 

The  swords  of  your  lost  ibattlefields 
To  hopeless  battles  come. 

And  though  your  scattered  remnants  know 
Their  shameful  rout,  their  fallen  kings, 

Yet  shall  the  strong  victorious  foe 
Not  understand  these  things : 

The  broken  ranks  that  never  break 

The  merry  road  your  rabble  trod ; 
The  awful  laughter  they  shall  take 

Before  the  throne  of  God! 

There  is  a  beautiful  sonnet  in  this  book  entitled  "In  Dome 
Johannis" — "In  the  House  of  (St.)  John," — and,  in  this,  the 
poet  imagines  himself  entering  the  home  of  St.  John  the  Evange- 
list, in  Patmos,  or  elsewhere,  and  seeing  the  Mother  of  Jesus 
there,  a  long  time  forward,  in  the  dim  years  after  the  death  of 


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her  Son.  It  would  be  hard  to  find  a  more  affecting  poem  to 
the  thoughtful  and  loving  Catholic  mind.  One  might  make  a 
life-long  meditation  on  those  lines  and  come  nearer  to  'Heaven 
each  moment : 

IN  DOMO  JOHANNIS. 

Here  rest  the  thin  worn  hands  which  fondled  Him, 

The  trembling  lips  which  magnified  the  Lord, 

Who  looked  upon  His  handmaid,  the  young,  slim 

Mary  at  her  meek  tasks,  and  here  the  sword 

Within  the  soul  of  her  whose  anguished  eyes 

Gazed  at  the  stars  which  watch  Gethsemane, 

And  saw  the  sun  fail  in  the  stricken  skies. 

In  these  dim  rooms  she  guards  the  treasTiry 

Of  her  white  memories — the  strange,  sweet  face 

More  marred  than  any  man's,  the  tend-er,  fain 

And  eager  words,  the  wistful  human  grace. 

The  mysteries  cf  glory,  joy  and  pain. 

And  that  hope  tremulous,  half-sob,  half-song, 

Ringing  through  night-— "How  long,  0  Lord,  how  long?" 

Theodore  Maynard  is  a  convert  to  the  Catholic  faith,  and 
there  is  not  lacking  in  him  a  spirit  that  seems  to  be  peculiar 
to  most  converts.  He  is  more  gay  and  rejoiced  over  his  Faith 
than  life-long  Catholics  seem  to  be.  He  even  has  a  tendency 
to  flaunt  his  new-found  treasure  in  the  eyes  of  the  unlucky 
heretics,  and  to  be  almost  boastful  and  pugnacious  over  it. 
This  was  noticeable  in  Monsignor  Benson,  in  that  book  in 
which  he  almost  advocated  a  return  to  the  tortures  of  the 
Inquisition  as  a  right  and  prerogative  of  the  Church. 

In  the  same  spirit,  but  with  a  more  saving  sense  of  the 
humor  of  the  occasion,  Theodore  Maynard  sings  his  swash- 
buckling 


20  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

"BALLADE  OF  A  FEROCIOUS  CATHOLIC." 

There  is  a  term  to  every  loud  dispute, 

A  final  reckoning  I'm  glad  to  say; 
Some  people  end  discussion  with  their  boot; 

Others,  the  prigs,  will  simply  walk  away. 

But  I,  within  a  world  of  rank  decay, 
Can  face  its  treasons  with  a  flaming  hope, 

Undaunted  by  faith's  foemen  in  array — 
I  drain  a  mighty  tankard  to  the  Pope ! 

They  do  not  ponder  on  the  Absolute, 
But  wander  in  a  fog  of  words  astray. 

They  have  no  rigid  creed  one  can  confute, 
No  hearty  dogmas  riotous  and  gay, 
But  feebly  mutter  through  thin  lips  and  grey 

Things  foully  fashioned  out  of  sin  and  soap ; — 
But  I,  until  my  body  rests  in  clay, 

I  drain  a  mighty  tankard  to  the  Pope ! 

I've  often  thought  that  I  would  like  to  shoot 

The  modernists  on  some  convenient  day; 
Pull  out  eugenists  by  their  noxious  root; 

The  welfare-worker  chatting  like  a  jay 

I'd  publicly  and  pitilessly  slay 
With  blunderbuss  or  guillotine  or  rope, 

Burn  at  the  stake,  or  boil  in  oil,  or  flay — 
I  drain  a  mighty  tankard  to  the  Pope ! 

L 'ENVOI. 

Prince,  proud  prince  Lucifer,  your  evil  sway 
Is  over  many  who  in  darkness  grope ; 

But  as  for  me,  I  go  another  way — 

I  drain  a  mighty  tankard  to  the  Pope! 

There  are  many  subjects  treated  in  this  book  of  beautiful 
poems,  but  looking  largely  at  them  all,  it  can  be  seen  that  their 
gospel  and  their  lesson  is  this  one  thing,  and  no  other:    Man 


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21 


must  learn  to  praise  his  Creator  and  to  bless  Him  in  gratitude 
for  all  the  beauty  of  the  world,  or  his  soul  will  be  rejected  on 
Judgment  Day.  And  is  not  this  lesson  a  true  and  badly-needed 
one  ?  Men  seem  to  do  everything  well  to-day  except  to  praise 
and  thank  God.  We  are  told  in  our  catechism  to  love  and 
serve  and  praise  Him  here  on  earth.  Now  if,  in  the  pre-occu- 
pation  of  doing  even  great,  and  good,  and  charitable  work, 
men  become  too  engrossed  to  praise  God,  from  whom  shall  He 
have  His  due  glory? 

Here   is   how   Theodore   Maynard   expresses   this   salutary 
thought,  and  with  this  last  lovely  quotation  our  review  closes : 

"But  woe,  upon  the  Judgment  Day, 
If  my  heart  gladdened  not  at  May; 
Nor  woke  to  hear  with  the  waking  birds 
The  Morning's  sweet  and  winsome  words; 

Nor  loved  to  see  laburnums  fling 
Their  pennons  to  the  winds  of  Spring; 
Nor  watched  among  the  expectant  grass 
The  Summer's  painted  pageant  pass; 
Nor  thrilled  with  blithe  beatitude 
Within  a  kindly  Autumn  wood. 
Or  when  each  separate  twig  did  lie 
Etched  sharp  upon  the  wintry  sky. 

If  out  of  all  my  sunny  hours 
I  brought  no  chaplet  of  their  flowers; 
If  I  gave  no  kiss  to  His  lovely  feet 
When  they  shone  as  poppies  in  the  Wheat ; 
If  no  rose  to  me  were  a  Mystic  Rose, 
No  Snow  were  whiter  than  the  snows; 

If  in  my  baseness  I  let  fall 

At  once  His  cross  and  His  carnivall 


Then  must  I  take  my  ungrateful  head 
To  where  the  lakes  of  Hell  burn  red ! 


22  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

Holy  Week  at  Monte  Cassino 

By  Rt.  Rev.  Mgh.  J.  Cruise,  D.D. 

0mm  IGHTY  miles  south  of  Rome,  about  half  way  betwe'en 
tt'  Rome  and  Naples,  stands  the  celebrated  Monastery  of 
Monte  Cassino.  St.  Benedict,  when  he  left  Subiaco, 
went  to  the  mountain  which  soars  above  the  little  town  of 
Cassino.  This  was  in  the  year  529.  The  saint  had  brought 
amongst  his  followers  the  monks  Maurus  and  Placidus.  The 
father  of  Placidus,  who  was  the  owner  of  the  mountain,  gave 
the  property  of  St.  Benedict.  At  that  time  the  inhabitants 
of  the  town  of  Cassino  were  heathens,  and  on  the  top  of  the 
mount  there  stood  a  temple  dedicated  to  Apollo.  The  first 
thing  Benedict  did  was  to  smash  in  pieces  the  image  of  Apollo. 
And  he  did  not  send  the  fragments  to  some  old  museum,  to 
have  silly  tourisits  gaze  at  them  and  say,  "How  lovely!  What 
expression!  We  can't  do  such  things  now!"  No.  After 
the  saint  had  given  the  idol  a  good  crippling,  the  monks  did 
the  rest;  and  warrant  you  that  they  macadamized  some  of 
the  paths  on  the  hill  with  Apollo's  shins  and  sun-crowned 
head.  Benedict  immediately  built  a  church  on  the  site  of  the 
pagan  temple  and  dedicated  it  to  St.  John  the  Baptist.  That 
is  the  way  to  do  things.  In  "Hare's  Walks  in  Rome,"  page 
690,  the  author  says,  speaking  not  of  Monte  Cassino,  but  of 
another  mountain,  Cavo,  above  Rocca  di  Papa,  "On  the  grassy 
platform  of  the  mount  i&  a  Passionist  convent,  built  by  Car- 
dinal York,  who  deliberately  destroyed  the  renowned  temple 
of  Jupiter  Latiaris  for  the  purpose."  Having  underlined  the 
last  twelve  words,  I  wrote  gleefully  on  the  margin  of  the 
same  page,  in  my  copy  of  the  book,  "Quite  right-  Capital 
idea." 

Around  the  temple  of  Apollo  were  many  towers,  forming 
part  of  the  Roman  fortress  which  had  been  erected  to  pro- 
tect the  City  of  Cassinum.  In  one  of  these  towers,  still  ex- 
isting, the  saint  lived  with  his  monks.    I  am  not  going  to  write 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


23 


the  history  of  the  monastery  even  in  brief.  It  is  enough  to 
say  that  Benedict  spent  the  rest  of  his  life  at  Monte  Cassino, 
wrote  his  Rule  there,  died  there,  and  was  buried  in  the  same 
tomb  with  his  sister,  St.  Seholasrtiea. 

On  a  beautiful  spring  day,  Saturday  in  Passion  Week,  I 
left  Rome  with  some  friends  to  spend  Holy  Week  in  the  great 
Abbey.  The  station  of  Cassino  is  at  the  foot  of  the  mountain, 
and  carriage  fare  up  to  the  Monastery  is  about  the  same  as 
railway  fare  from  Rome  to  the  town.  We  took  more  than 
an  hour  to  wind  slowly  up  the  mountain  in  our  carriage.  We 
might  have  walked,  but  it  would  have  been  rather  hard  to 
<;arry  our  hand-bags  up  the  steep  paths,  and  the  short  cuts 
are,  of  course,  still  more  inclined  than  the  carriage  road. 
Arrived  at  the  monastery,  we  received  a  good  welcome  from 
the  monks,  and  were  at  once  shown  to  our  rooms,  for  we  had 
taken  the  proper  precaution  to  write  some  days  before  and 
announce  the  time  of  our  coming.  I  call  attention  to  this, 
for  I  have  heard  of  one  who  was  much  displeased  with  his  re- 
ception at  the  monastery,  but  he  had  not  given  any  notice  of 
his  coming.  If  you  go  anywhere  as  a  tramp,  you  must  be  con- 
tent with  a  tramp's  reception.  The  present  monks  of  Monte 
Cassino  are  not  rich.  They  are  merely  the  guardians  of  the 
monastery,  which  has  been  confiscated  and  declared  a  na- 
tional monument  by  the  Italian  Government, 

The  windows  of  our  rooms  had  what  Canadians  call  storm 
sashes,  and  these  were  useful,  for  at  that  altitude  the  nights, 
even  of  an  Italian  spring,  are  chilly.  I  could  see  from  my 
bedroom  in  the  moonlight,  almost  as  distinctly  as  by  day,  the 
town  of  Cassino,  hundreds  of  feet  below,  and  the  trains  seem- 
ing to  move  noiselessly  through  the  valley.  The  sound  from 
them  did  not  reach  to  that  height.  The  next  morning  I  said 
Mass  in  the  Abbey  Church,  which  is  also  the  Cathedral  of  the 
diocese,  for  the  Abbot  of  Monte  Cassino  is  Ordinary  of  a  large 
territory,  though  he  is  not  a  bishop-  My  companions,  con- 
verted Anglican  clergymen,  not  yet  priests,  received  holy 
Communion. 

For  breakfast, — English-speaking  people  would  consider  it 


24  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


a  very  austere  one, — we  had  dry  bread  and  coffee  with  milk. 
Meanwhile  a  lay  brother  entertained  us  by  his  talk.  He  said 
he  knew  something  about  the  English.  A  weird  race.  The 
men  "fanno  la  barba  ogni  giorno"  (shave  every  day),  and  all, 
men  and  women,  drink  tea  every  evening  at  five  o'clock.  As 
we  were  English,  he  gave  us  large,  or  as  we  should  say,  or- 
dinary cups  of  coffee.  He  looked  rather  astonished  when  we, 
mindful  of  the  long  and  somewhat  fatiguing  function  before 
us,  hinted  that  we  should  like  a  second  cup.  But  as  the 
Italians  who  came  in  and  went  away  whilst  we  sat  at  table, 
drank  each  only  one  small  cup  of  coffee,  such  cups  as  we 
use  for  coffee  after  dinner,  and  took  no  milk  or  bread,  though 
being  Sunday,  no  fast  was  prescribed,  it  is  not  wonderful  that 
the  brother  was  amazed.  He  must  have  reflected  that  five 
o'clock  tea  the  day  before  had  not  lessened  our  appetites. 
Though  I  don't  take  tea  myself,  my  companions,  proving  the 
correctness  of  the  lay  brother's  diagnosis,  had  brought  with 
them  tea  in  the  form  of  tablets,  and  these,  dissolved  in  hot 
water,  produced  the  delightful  drink  when  required. 

After  breakfast  we  strolled  through  the  various  courts 
and  Loggias  of  the  monastery,  admiring  the  views,  especially 
that  from  the  Loggia  called  "del  Paradiso,"  one  of  the  most 
exquisite  in  southern  Italy.  I  cannot  describe  scenery,  and  if 
I  could'  I  am  not  sure  that  my  description  would  bring  any  die- 
finite  picture  before  the  minds  of  my  readers.  But  I  will  say, 
that  we  had  close  by,  the  range  of  the*  Appennines,  whose  sum- 
mits, white  with  snow,  stood  glittering  against  the  bright, 
blue  sky;  we  looked  over  the  great  valley  in  the  direction  of 
Gaeta  and  the  sea;  a  few  miles  away,  Aquino,  the  home  of  St. 
Thomas  was  visible ;  and  all  this  in  the  glorious  sunshine,  with 
the  warm  breezes  that  announce  the  rapid  approach  of  sum- 
mer. Before  the  High  Mass  we  had  time  to  carefully  visit  the 
church,  and  found  it  exceedingly  rich  in  marbles  and  gold. 
The  tomb  of  Pietro  dei  Medici,  the  brother  of  Leo  X.,  is  in  the 
left  transept,  and  is  one  of  the  best  works  of  the  architect 
Antonio  di  Sangallo. 

Opposite  the  throne  of  the  Lord  Abbot  was  a  credence 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  25 


table  holding  many  silver  dishes  and  ewers,  besides  several 
pre'cious  mitres,  at  least  five-  The  reason  why  there  were  so 
many  mitres  is  said  to  be  because  the  present  diocese  of  Monte 
Cassino  is  formed  from  ancient  dioceses.  The  main  part  of 
Monte  Cassino,  about  as  large  as  an  average  Italian  diocese, 
lies  immediately  around  the  Abbey.  But  there  are  two  other 
portions  enclosed  by  the  dioceses  of  Valva  and  Sulmona.  The 
dioceses  of  Chieti  and  Vasto  entirely  surround  two  other 
strips  of  territory  belonging  to  the  Diocese  of  Monte  Cassino. 
The  most  easterly  part  of  these  two  strips  of  land  is  only  a 
few  miles  from  the  Adriatic.  The  extreme  western  side  of 
the  diocese  is  about  ten  miles  from  the  Mediterranean.  In  an- 
cient days  the  Abbot  of  Monte  CassinO'  became  by  virtue  of 
his  office,  first  noble  of  the  Kingdom  of  Naples,  and  Lord  of 
more  than  two  hundred  communes,  villages  and  towns.  But 
I  must  not  write  too  learnedly,  or  the  Editors  of  the  Catholic 
Encyclopedia  may  ask  permission  from  the  "Lilies"  to  print 
some  of  this  article  in  their  next  edition. 

The  ceremonies  and  High  Mass  were,  as  usual  on  Palm 
Sunday.  It  is  a  part  of  the  happiness  of  Catholics  that  they 
have  no  need  to  envy  those  who  witness  the  august  ceremonies 
of  their  Church  at  Rome  or  elsewhere  in  Europe.  For  the 
identical  liturgy  with  very  slight  changes  according  to  local 
circumstances,  is  celebrated  in  their  own  churches  at  home, 
wherever  they  are. 

As  I  stood  outside  the  main  door  of  the  Abbey  Cathedral, 
whilst  they  were  chanting  ''Gloria,  Laus  et  Honor,"  I  thought 
of  my  first  Palm  Sunday  in  this  lovely  land,  now  thirty-five 
years  ago,  when  I  stood  before  the  door  of  the  Church  of  St. 
Vincent  de  Paul  in  Genoa,  on  a  day  equally  fair,  with  the 
bright  sun  shedding  his  rays  on  the  Processionists,  who  by  the 
palms  they  carried,  brought  so  vividly  to  mind  the  lowly 
pomp  of  Christ's  entry  into  Jerusalem. 
**Hi  tibi  passuro  solvebant  munia  laudis 

Nos  tibi  regnanti  pangimus  ecce  melos" — 
"To  Thee  before  Thy  Passion,  they  sang  their  hymns  of 
praise, 


26  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

To  Thee  now  high  exalted  our  melody  we  raise." 

My  convert  friends  were  highly  gratified  when  they  were 
led  into  the  sacristy  by  a  master  of  ceremonies,  and  though 
they  were  not  yet  in  Holy  Orders,  they  were  invited  to  wear 
copes  and  assist  at  the  throne  of  the  Abbot.  Two  of  them 
were  witnessing  the  ceremonies  of  Holy  Week  for  the  first 
time. 

One  feature  of  the  High  Mass  would  perhaps  commend  it- 
self in  an  especial  manner  to  some  of  the  young  readers  of  the 
Lilies.  During  the  singing  of  the  Passion,  after  about  five 
minutes,  the  priest  in  charge  of  the  College  Boys,  gave  a 
signal  and  the  lads  all  sat  down  for  the  remaining  fifty  minutes 
till  the  Gospel  was  to  be  chanted,  when  they  stood  again. 
However,  the  monks,  the  little  novices  of  the  Benedictine  Or- 
der, and  the  boys  of  the  diocesan  seminary,  all  stood  the  whole 
time,  as  it  is  customary  with  us-  The  college  boys  are  young 
gentlemen  who  are  not  intended  for  the  priesthood,  though 
of  course  some  of  them  may  become  priests.  They  sit  in  the 
sanctuary,  but  not  in  the  choir  stalls.  There  was  no  sermon. 
Vespers  that  day  were  as  usual,  and  were  sung  in  the  crypt 
beneath  the  High  Altar. 

We  spent  Monday  and  Tuesday  in  taking  long  walks,  vis- 
iting the  farms  on  the  mountain  and  in  examining  the  Library 
and  Archives  of  the  Monastery.  My  friends  were  interested  to 
find  in  the  Library  a  copy  of  the  Book  of  Common  Prayer  of 
the  Anglican  Church  translated  into  Latin.  But  even  the 
holy  Latin  tongue  could  not  make  Cranmer's  Commuinon  of- 
fice in  the  least  resemble  the  Mass. 

One  of  the  earliest  and  most  interesting  documents  in  the 
Library  is  a  letter  from  Charlemagne,  dated  787.  The  Kaiser 
concludes  his  missive  with  the  words,  "Go  my  letter  to  find 
my  beloved  Paul  in  the  peaceful  home  of  Benedict  dear  to 
God.  In  that  house  is  holy  peace,  learning  enobled  by  humility, 
and  brotherly  union.  From  thence  ascend  praise,  honor  and 
glory  to  Christ."  The  letter  is  addressed  "To  Paul,  Deacon 
of  Monte  Cassino." 


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In  1070  St.  Peter  Damian  wrote  to  the  Abbot  Desiderius, 
afterwards  Pope  Victor  IL,  (for  Monte  Cassino  has  the  honor 
of  counting  three  Popes  who  were  once  members  of  its  com- 
munity, Stephen  IX.,  Victor  IL,  and  Gelasius  IL)-  The  saint 
inscribes  the  letter  ' '  To  Desiderius  the  Archangel  of  the  monks 
of  Monte  Cassino,  from  Peter  the  sinner  monk. ' '  In  the  letter 
St.  Peter  says,  "Blessed  are  they  who  live  with  you,  blessed 
are  they  who  die  in  your  house,  in  the  midst  of  your  holy 
works.  For  we  may  piously  believe  that  the  ladder  once  seen, 
reaching  from  Monte  Cassino  to  Heaven,  is  still  covered  with 
cloaks  and  shining  lamps,  and  as  it  then  received  the  Captain, 
so  now  by  means  of  it  ascends  the  army  of  his  followers.'' 

The  Emperor  Frederick  II.  gave  a  Diploma  to  Monte  Cas- 
sino in  1221.  His  praise  of  the  Monastery  is  so  fervent  that 
in  the  end  it  amounts  to  exaggeration,  when  he  calls  it  the 
only  refuge  of  the  poor  and  harbor  to  which  the  pilgrim  turns. 

There  is  in  the  monastery  a  Visitors'  Book,  containing  the 
autographs  of  many  distinguished  men,  generally  preceded  by 
some  sentiment  or  quotation.  There  are  the  names  of  Bishop 
Dupanloup,  Antonio  Rosmini,  Cardinals  Deschamps,  Hohen- 
lohe,  Pitra  and  many  others.  I  only  give  the  sentences  writ- 
ten by  those  who  are  well  known  to  British  readers. 

On  April  16th,  1847,  Ozanam,  founder  of  the  Conferences 
of  St.  Vincent  de  Paul,  wrote  in  the  Album  (in  French) :  '*0h 
you  are  truly  sons  of  St.  Benedict.  The  stranger  who  rests 
under  your  roof,  finds  there  united  in  a  holy  alliance,  modern 
learning  and  ancient  belief,  and  hospitality  a  virtue  of  other 
days,  which  the  world  had  thought  was  gone  forever." 

On  the  6th  of  September  of  the  same  year,  Newman  wrote 
(in  Latin) :  "0  Saints  of  Monte  Cassino,  from  whence  our 
England  once  drew  the  saving  waters  of  Catholic  doctrine,  pray 
for  us  who  converted  from  heresy,  strive  to  attain  our  ancient 
strength-" 

In  1849  the  Monastery  received  a  tragic  guest — Ernest 
Renan — who,  however,  wrote  "Unum  est  necessarium.  Maria 
optimam  partem  elegit."  (One  thing  is  necessary.  Mary  hath 
chosen  the  best  part). 


28  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

During  the  Christmas  holidays  of  1866,  Mr.  Gladstone  paid 
a  visit  to  the  monastery.  He  was  accompanied  by  Mr.  A.  Rus- 
sell, Mr.  W.  C.  Cartwirght  and  the  Marquis  of  Lome,  after- 
wards Governor-General  of  Canada.  Like  the  good  Etonians 
they  were,  they  wrote  "Floreat."  That  Mr.  Gladstone's  wish 
to  see  the  monastery  flourish  was  no  barren  one,  was  proved 
by  the  event.  For  some  years  after,  when  he  was  Prime  Min- 
ister of  England,  the  'Italian  Government  decided  to  transfer 
all  the  valuable  documents  from  the  monks'  Library  to  Naples, 
Mr.  Gladstone  intervened  successfully;  the  treasures  were  al- 
lowed to  remain  at  Monte  Cassino,  and  one  of  the  Community 
was  appointed  Archivist  with  a  salary  paid  by  the  Ministry 
of  Public  Instruction. 

On  the!  2nd  of  March,  1869,  Longfellow  naively  wrote  in 
the  Album : 

"Lives  of  great  men  all  remind  us 

We  can  make  our  lives  sublime. 
And  departing  leave  behind  us 
Footprints  on  the  sands  of  time." 

Let  me  see.  Who  wrote  that  pretty  verse  which  the  Ameri- 
can poet  evidently  admired?  Byron?  Scott?  May  be  Words- 
worth? Sounds  rather  like  Wordsworth.  In  a  foreign  land  I 
have  no  volumes  of  English  poets  with  me.  Perhaps  some 
young  reader  of  the  Lilies  may  come  to  my  aid. 

On  Wednesday  evening  we  had  the  Office  of  Tenebrae*. 
The  only  novel  feature  of  this  function  to  me,  was  the  chant- 
ing of  the  Lessons  of  the  second  and  third  Nocturn.  These 
were  sung  to  a  most  plaintive  tone.  Each  sentence  seemed 
to  end  with  a  sob. 

An  hour  or  so  after  Tenebrae,  the  Prior  of  the  Monastery 
washed  the  feet  of  twelve  poor  men  and  served  them  at  sup- 
per.   In  this  he  was  assisted  by  other  monks. 

The  washing  of  the  feet  was  not  so  solemn  as  on  the  fol- 
lowing day.  It  was  performed  in  the  refectory,  not  in  the 
church,  and  there  was  no  singing  of  the  Gospel  as  when  the 
Abbot  offieiated  on  Holy  Thursday. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  29 

I  had  faculties  from  the  Sacred  Congregation  of  the  Sacra- 
ments to  say  a  private  Mass  on  Holy  Thursday,  so  early  the 
next  morning  I  went  to  the  chapel  in  the  tower  where  St. 
Benedict  lived.  There  I  said  Mass  and  gave  Holy  Communion 
to  my  friends  and  to  one  lay  brother,  the  porter  of  the  mon- 
astery. Every  one  else  in  the  monastery  was  to  receive  Holy 
Communion  from  the  hands  of  the  Lord  Abbot  in  the  solemn 
High  Mass.  Several  Roman  princes  had  now  arrived,  who 
were  to  spend  the  sacred  triduum  in  that  holy  house.  There 
were  the  Princes  Mark  Anthony  Colonna,  and  Don  Prospero 
Colonna,  Mayor  of  Rome,  Prince  Chigi,  the  Marquis  of  Car- 
pineto,  some  Neapolitan  princes  and  five  or  six  others  of  most 
illustrious  Italian  families-  Some  of  these  gentlemen  came  from 
Rome  in  their  motor  cars.  The  automobile  is  a  great  con- 
venience. They  were  able  to  leave  their  palaces  in  the  metro- 
polis, and  three  or  four  hours  afterwards  find  themselves  in 
the  monastery  courtyard,  with  no  worrying  about  transfers. 
A  considerable  number  of  ladies  of  the  same  families  were 
present.  These  remained  excepting  during  church  services, 
in  a  special  guest  house  for  women,  some  distance  outside  the 
monastery  gates. 

Soon  the  Abbey  Church  was  filled  with  those  who  had  come 
to  the  High  Mass.  Like  most  men,  I  can  make  no  attempt  to 
say  how  the  women  were  dressed.  But  I  am  not  color  blind, 
and  I  could  not  help  being  struck  with  the  profusion  of  gor- 
geous hues  which  filled  so  large  a  part  of  the  church.  Each 
of  the  peasant  women  was  dressed  in  three  colors.  They  were 
all  modestly  veiled.  The  veil  was  in  some  cases  of  a  bright 
orange  color,  the  waist  a  brilliant  red  and  the  skirt  green. 
Others  wore  a  purple  veil,  an  orange  or  pink  waist  and  a  red 
skirt.  You  will  not  see  such  costumes  in  Italian  cities.  It  is 
only  in  places  far  remote  from  great  towns  that  the  peasants'— 
men  and  women — keep  to  their  ancient  picturesque  modes  of 
dressing.    The  princes'ses  and  duchesses  were  all  in  black. 

The  Pontifical  High  Mass  was  as  in  any  Cathedral  on  Holy 
Thursday,  with  the  exception  that  as  the  Abbot  is  not  a  bishop, 
the  Oils  were  not  blessed.    In  addition  to  the  college  boys  of 


30  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

whom  I  have  written,  on  Thursday  there  was  present  a  large 
number  of  lads  in  a  semi-military  uniform,  something  like  that 
of  boy  scouts.  I  did  not  at  first  know  who  they  were.  Before 
the  Mass  began  I  spoke  to  some  of  them  in  the  sacristy-  They 
said  that  they  were  from  the  town  of  Cassino.  They  spoke 
so  well,  and  seemed  such  little  gentlemen  that  I  concluded 
that  there  was  another  college  for  children  of  the  upper  classes 
in  the  town,  as  a  supplement  to  the  college  in  the  monastery. 
But  I  afterwards  discovered  that  they  were  boys  from  poor 
families,  whom  the  Abbot  has  formed  into  this  species  of  regi- 
ment. He  takes  the  greatest  care  of  them,  and  sees  that  they 
are  well  taught  in  what  is  needful  for  this  world  and  for  the 
next.  The  Abbot  is  a  most  zealous  man.  He  goes  almost  daily 
on  foot  to  the  town,  for  he  cannot  afford  to  keep  either  a 
carriage  or  an  automobile.  He  has  a  residence  at  the  base  of 
the  mountain,  so  he  can  and  does  attend  to  the  people  of  his 
cathedral  city  with  the  most  complete  and  thoughtful  provi- 
dence. 

I  noticed  that  in  returning  from  the  altar,  after  Holy  Com- 
munion, the  gentlemen,  the  college  boys  and  the  boys  of  the 
Abbot's  brigade  had  their  arms  folded.  Young  men  of  the 
world  feel  rather  bashful  if  they  are  required  to  keep  their 
hands  joined  before  their  faces,  whilst  walking  down  a  church 
aisle.  Seminarians  or  others  dressed  in  an  ecclesiastical  cos- 
tume, do  not  feel  so  strange  when  they  take  that  attitude. 

Almost  every  one  in  the  church  received  Holy  Communion, 
and  as  the  Abbot  alone  gave  It,  that  part  of  the  Mass  occu- 
pied a  long  time.  How  strong  Italians  are !  A  very  large 
proportion  of  the  people  and  all  the  boys  of  the  Abbot's  bri- 
gade had  come  from  the  town.  They  had  climbed  that  high 
mountain,  and  they  did  not  break  their  fast  till  nearly  one 
o'clock.  Yet  there  were  no  pale  faces  among  them.  Not  one 
Svas  on  the  verge  of  fainting.  How  would  it  be  with  some  of 
our  Canadian  young  people? 

"When  the  Mass  was  over  the  Abbot  made  his  thanks- 
giving in  the  sacristy,  whilst  the  altars  were  stripped.  Then 
small  cups  of  coffee,  without  milk,  were   distributed  to  all 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  31 

in  the  sacristy,  and  so  refreshed,  the  Abbot  and  all  the  monks 
returned  to  the  church  to  perform  the  "Mandatum,"  from 
which  Holy  Thursday  takes  its  name  of  Maunday  Thursday. 
The  ''Mandatum,''  or  "Washing  of  the  feet,"  was  done  ex- 
actly as  directed  in  the  Pontificale  Romanum-  The  service  is 
found  in  any  Holy  Week  Book. 

The  men  whose  feet  were  washed  were  very  old.  Some  I 
should  judge  to  be  about  ninety.  They  were  very  poorly 
dressed.  They  slowly  took  off  their  shoes  and  stockings  whilst 
the  prayers  were  being  sung.  After  the  Abbot  had  washed 
their  feet,  he  gave  them  each  a  long  loaf  of  bread'  and  a  silver 
coin. 

When  this  ceremony  was  over  we  went  to  dinner.  At  the 
beginning  of  dinner  a  young  monk  chanted,  not  read,  some 
passages  of  scripture  for  about  ten  minutes.  The  rest  of  the 
time  he  read,  as  is  usual  during  the  meals  of  religious  com- 
munities. 

That  afternoon,  when  Compline  was  finished  I  walked 
around  the  monastery  courts  and  on  the  mountain  side,  until 
the  harsh  rattling  sound  made  in  Holy  Week,  when  the  bells 
are  silent,  announced  that  the  Office  of  Tenebrae  was  about  to 
commence. 

The  thought  of  St.  Thomas  of  Aquino  occurred  to  me  often 
that  afternoon.  For  his  magnificent  hymn  ''Pange  lingua 
gloriosi  corporis  mysterium"  was  ringing  in  my  ears,  since 
the  morning  procession  to  the  chapter  house  where  the  Sacred 
Host  had  been  placed  on  the  altar  of  repose.  Holy  Thurs- 
day, Corpus  Domini  and  the  days  of  the  Forty  Hours'  Adora- 
tion are  the  only  days  on  which  it  is  commanded  that  that  sub- 
lime hymn  should  be  sung  in  its  entirety.  And  there  from  the 
terrace,  I  could  see  the  home  of  the  composer  of  that  hymn. 
Here  in  this  monastery  St.  Thomas  spent  his  holy  childhood. 
Young  readers  of  the  "Lilies,"  some  day  you  may  see  a  con- 
troversy in  your  local  newspaper  regarding  the  question, 
"Which  is  the  most  popular  Christian  hymn?"  Just  as  there 
are  controversies  to  decide  the  name  of  the  most  widely  read 


32  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

novel,  the  most  useful  hundred  books  and  the  like-  Well,  if 
ever  you  wish  to  enter  the  lists  in  the  first  of  the  controversies 
I  have  mentioned,  you  may  begin  by  saying,  "I  cannot  tell 
precisely  what  you  mean  by  "popular  Christian  hymn,"  but 
if  you  wish  to  know  the  name  of  the  Christian  hymn,  that  has 
been  sung  most  frequently  in  church,  beyond  all  question, 
outside  of  any  possible  dispute,  that  hymn  is  the  ' '  Tantum  ergo 
Sacramentum, "  the  last  two  verses  of  the  "Pange  lingua"  of 
St.  Thomas  Aquinas.  If  your  editor  should  have  offered,  as 
editors  sometimes  do,  a  prize  for  the  winner  in  such  a  contest, 
you  can  prove  your  case  by  saying,  "That  hymn  has  been  sung 
for  centuries  every  Sunday  and  Feast  day,  in  scores  of  thous- 
ands of  Catholic  churches.  In  many  thousand  churches  it  is 
sung  daily  excepting  on  Good  Friday."  Your  fellow  contro- 
versialists might  write  as  they  like  about  "Rock  of  Ages," 
"Jesus  Lover  of  My  Soul,''  "Nearer  My  God  to  Thee,"  "0 
God  Our  Help  in  Ages  Past,"  or  any  others  of  their  favorites. 
You  would  certainly  win  the  case,  unless  your  editor  should 
say  he  meant,  when  he  began  the  controversy,  to  speak  of 
Protestant  hymns.  But  even  Protestants,  of  the  Ritualists  sec- 
tion of  the  Anglican  Church  sing,  at  least  once  a  week, 
"Therefore  We  Before  Him  Bending,"  a  translation  of  the 
Tantum  ergo.  A  very  few,  who  do  not  mind  their  bishops' 
protests,  sing  the  hymn  in  its  original  Latin. 

So  I  gazed  again  and  again  in  the  direction  of  Aquina, 
and  thought  of  the  great  trials  of  St.  Thomas  when  he  was 
striving  to  follow  his  vocation  to  the  Dominican  Order.  Often 
the  mothers  of  the  saints  have  been  holy  women,  but  not  al- 
ways. Certainly  the  mother  of  St.  Thomas  was  not  a  saint. 
She  bitterly  opposed  his  vocation.  She  had  no  objection  to 
his  becoming  a  priest  or  even  a  monk.  Indeed  she  heartily 
wished  that  he  might  become  a  Benedictine  of  Monte  Cassino, 
get  elected  Abbot,  and  so  reach  the  dignity  of  first  noble  of  the 
kingdom  of  Naples,  and  be  the  feudal  lord  of  many  towns. 
But  a  "frate,"  a  friar  of  a  mendicant  order!  Farewell  to  all 
hopes  of  family  advancement.  The  great  lady  went  to  the 
Pope  about  the  matter,  and  the  Pope  good  naturedly  suggested 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  33 

a  compromise-  He  offered  to  make  Thomas  Abbot  of  Monte 
Cassino,  allowing  him  to  wear  the  Dominican  habit  and  to 
enjoy  all  the  spiritual  privileges  of  that  Order.  But  Thomas 
would  have  no  such  compromise.  He  wanted  to  be  a  genuine 
mendicant  friar,  and  in  spite  of  the  violent  opposition  of  his 
family  who  kept  him  a  close  prisoner  for  about  two  years, 
he  succeeded  in  carrying  out  his  purpose. 

As  this  paper  has  lengthened  beyond  my  intention,  I  note 
only  one  thing  in  connection  with  the  ceremonies  of  Good 
Friday.  The  Abbot  pontificated.  He  is  a  strong,  vigorous 
man,  not  at  all  given  to  display  emotion.  But  in  chanting  the 
prayer  ''Oremus  dilectissimi  nobis  Deum  Patrem  omnipoten- 
tem  .  .  .  ut .  .  .  aperiat  carceres :  vincula  dissolvat,  etc.  (Let  us 
pray,  dearly  beloved  to  God  the  Father  almighty  .  .  .  that  He 
may  open  prisons,  break  chains,  grant  a  safe  return  to  travel- 
lers, health  to  the  sick,  and  a  port  of  safety  to  those  who  are 
at  sea),  his  voice  broke  and  he  gave  a  sob,  which  all  in  the 
church  observed.  How  many  millions  of  prisoners  of  war 
there  were  in  Europe  at  that  moment !  What  dangers  those 
at  sea  were  risking,  for  the  Germans  were  sinking  every  ship 
their  submarines  met,  making  no  enquiries  as  to  nationality 
or  destination.  Was  there  one  person  in  that  church  who  had 
not  a  relative  killed  or  injured  in  the  great  war? 

But  the  Abbot  would  have  displayed  a  livelier  emotion 
still,  if  he  could  have  foreseen  that  four  or  five  hours  after- 
wards, scores  and  scores  of  people  would  have  been  killed  in 
a  church  at  Paris  by  a  shell  from  a  German  cannon.  For  it 
was  Good  Friday  of  1918.  Holy  Saturday  dawned,  bringing 
that  calm,  joyous  feeling  peculiar  to  itself.  The  sacred  cere- 
monies of  the  day  were  performed  with  splendor  and  rever- 
ence. The  "Exultet"  was  sung  from  a  high  pulpit.  Compline 
was  beautifully  chanted  at  six  o'clock,  and  then  all  sang  a 
hymn  in  honor  of  St.  Benedict  and  St.  Scholastica. 

At  three  that  afternoon,  my  companions  and  I  left  the  Mon- 
astery. They  went  on  a  visit  to  Benevento,  and  I  returned 
to  Rome. 


34  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


By  Fbedebick  B.  Fenton. 

Into  the  Fairy  Palaces 
Come,  let  us  go  once  more, 
Letting  a  thousand  fantasies 
Enchant  us  as  of  yore. 
There,  in  the  silvery  twilight 
Shed  by  the  ember  spark, 
You  can  talk  to  your  Coeur  de  Lion, 
And  I,  to  brave  Joan  of  Arc. 

And,  within  those  pleasant  chambers, 
As  children  that  we  knew. 
How  thei  mind  records  and  remembers 
The  things  that  we  used  to  do; 
Here  is  my  old  grey  Dobbin, 
There  is  your  castled  fort ; 
While,  without,  the  chirp  of  a  robin 
Blends  with  our  gleeful  sport. 

Innocent  land  is  fairy  land ; 
Allied  with  Beauty  and  Youth, 
And  leading  out  of  its  Wonderland 
Are  the  lovelier  realms  of  Truth; 
Where  dwell  fair  wealth  and  meaning, 
Things  as  they  really  are, 
No  falsehood  dark  intervening, 
And  the  beckoning  heights  afar! 

How  soon  when  the  vain  world  wearied 
Have  we,  for  our  soul's  peace  sought 
The  fountains  of  Truth  to  cheer  us 
With  youth  and  hopeful  thought. 
How  many  grope  in  the  shadows 
Of  Life's  uncertain  day 
Ere  they  come  to  the  peaceful  meadows 
Of  Truth's  revealing  ray. 

Through  the  halls  of  the  dreamy  palaces 
Let  us  wander  again  and  again, 
Aglow  with  gorgeous  fancies, 
Thrilled  by  a  hallowing  strain. 
The-re  in  the  mystical  dawnlight, 
Shed  by  Truth's  beacon  spark. 
You  may  talk  to  your  Coeur  de  Lion, 
And  I,  to  brave  Joan  of  Arc ! 


I 


THE   LATE   DK.   R.   J.   DWYER,   M.R.C.P. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  37 

In  Memory  of 
Dr.    Robert   Joseph   Dwyer,  M.R.C.P. 

Who  Died  at  His  Late  Residence  at  No.  734  Spadina  Avenue, 
Toronto.  Jan.  29th,  1920 

By  S.  M.  P. 

It  seems  to  have  been  but  yesterday  that,  sitting  where  I 
nsow  sit,  with  the  same  spring  sunlight  streaming  in  around  me, 
1  read  with  delightful  interest  from  the  pages  of  the  March 
'Lilies'  a  beautiful,  touching  tribute  to  the  honour  and  ability 
of  Dr.  R.  J.  Dwyer,  who  was  then  in  the  full  enjoyment  of  all 
his  powers  at  their  best.  Now,  after  the  lapse  of  six  brief 
years,  I  take  up  my  pen  to  inscribe  a  word  in  tender  gratitude 
to  his  memory,  for  he  has  passed  beyond  the  sunset  skies  of 
this  corporeal  life  to  find  his  rest  and  reward  with  the  Master 
Whom  he  served  and  Whose  sick  and  suffering  creatures  he  la- 
boured so  zealously  to  heal  and  help.  It  would  not  be  fitting 
that  this  publication  should  go  forth  without  this  word  in  appre- 
ciation of  the  great  Doctor's  noble  character,  in  esteem  of 
his  lofty  and  varied  attainments  and  in  admiration  for  his 
splendid  principles  and  sterling  virtues  as  a  man.  As  head  of 
the  medical  department  of  St.  Michael's  Hospital  and  for  many 
years  its  resident  physician  and  superintendent,  his  memory  is 
very  dear  to  every  nurse  or  Sister  who  has  been  on  duty  or 
in  charge  there,  and  in  fact  to  every  Sister  of  St.  Joseph. 
All  join  in  offering  their  grain  of  incense  to  the  memory  of  Dr. 
Dwyer  as  one  whose  work  was  not  only  surpassingly  great,  but 
who  performed  that  work  with  a  generosity,  a  scrupulous  up- 
rightness and  a  charming  modesty  such  as  a  man  of  most  ex- 
alted purpose  alone  could  have  exhibited. 

Dr.  Dwyer  was  born  at  Napanee,  Ont.,  and  was  fortunate 
in  his  parents,  whose  gentle,  simple  lives  flowed  peacefully  on 
in  the  exercise  of  practical  duties  and  moral  virtues  and  who 
maintained  that  firm  adherence  to  the  Catholic  faith,  which 


38  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


put  the  mark  of  its  influence  on  the  sensitive  youth  that  the 
usage  of  the  world  and  its  evil  ways  could  never  afterwards 
obliterate.  Undoubtedly  he  was  a  boy  of  strange  precocity,  of 
fiery,  passionate  temper,  impressionable,  of  exuberant  spirit 
and  quite  unconscious  of  his  powers.  As  a  youth  he 
was  of  slender,  delicate  bodily  frame,  lithe,  elastic  and 
nimble  as  a  goat.  As  a  student  his  mind  was  quick 
as  lightning,  sharp  as  a  razor,  his  judgment  keen,  ac- 
curate, positive,  his  faculty  of  comprehensive  and  philoso- 
phical generalisation  on  all  subjects  most  striking.  He 
had  a  gift  of  winning  friends  wherever  he  went  and  of  keep- 
ing them  without  effort  or  calculation  by  the  charm  and  sin- 
cerity of  his  manner  and  the  candour  and  whiteness  of  his 
spirit.  As  a  physician,  his  unselfishness  knew  no  limit. 
He  was  ever  ready  to  encourage  beginners  in  the  pro- 
fession and  quick  to  push  on  those  who  were  winning 
their  way  to  success.  With  his  confreres  he  was  always  ''hail, 
good  fellow,  well  met"  and  they  usually  spoke  of  him  familarly 
and  affectionately  as  "Bob,"  or  briefly  "R.J.,"  while  they  re- 
verently held  him  in  their  heart  of  hearts  as  an  inspired  and 
inspiring  divinity  in  the  Temple  of  Medicine  and  a  seeker  of 
the  healing  art,  who  was  miles  ahead  of  them  in  their  search 
for  the  true  philosopher's  stone.  The  fact  that  he  retained 
the  confidence  and  respect  of  his  fellow-labourers  in  the  profes- 
sion ever  to  the  end  is  in  itself  the  best  evidence  of  the  genu- 
ineness of  his  character  and  of  his  genius.  Dr.  Dwyer  owed  noth- 
ing to  friend  or  fortune,  to  patronage  or  opportunity ;  his  great 
reputation  and  success  were  due  entirely  to  his  own  efforts 
in  developing  the  rare  gifts  with  which  by  God  he  was  so  richly 
endowed.  He  scaled  the  sublimest  heights  of  his  profession  in 
a  shorter  time  than  others  learn  to  mutter  its  cant;  he  over- 
came difficulties  by  sheer  force  of  mind  and  will,  which  block- 
ed the  path  to  others;  he  was  a  host  in  himself,  and  in  not  a 
few  well-known  cases  he  stood  as  a  single  man  against  many 
on  a  vital  consultation.  Needless  to  say,  he  was  right  invari- 
ably, for  he  had,  as  it  were,  the  flair  of  the  blood-hound  on 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  39 

scent,  as  has  been  shrewdly  noted,  and  he  acted  with  that 
dogged  persistency  peculiar  to  animal  instinct.  To  quote  from 
the  editorial  page  of  ''The  Saturday  Night,"  Feb.  7,  "he  was 
one  of  the  greatest  diagnosticians  that  this  continent  has  pro- 
duced, a  man  with  a  super-normal  gift  for  getting  at  the  root 
of  an  obscure  malady,  and  one  who  possessed  a  gift  for  heal- 
ing that  almost  amounted  to  inspiration." 

In  Dr.  Dwyer's  relations  with  the  students  of  the  Univer- 
sity of  Toronto  for  whom,  as  Associate  Professor  of  Medicine, 
he  lectured,  and  who,  as  true  disciples,  were  happy  if  they 
might  follow  at  his  heels  to  clinic  or  autopsy,  we  may  say  that 
he  was  remarkably  helpful  and  stimulating.  Without  any  pre- 
tension to  eloquence,  he  rivited  the  attention  of  his  hearers, 
and  by  the  clearness  and  simplicity  of  his  language  and  the 
magic  forcefulness  of  his  illustrations  of  which  he  always  had 
an  abundant  supply  from  his  personal  experience,  he  impressed 
the  minds  of  his  disciples  indelibly  with  the  facts  he  desired 
to  teach.  Besides  his  regular  programme,  he  frequently  lec- 
tured to  the  teachers  of  the  city  and  the  general  public,  as  well 
as  to  the  pupils  of  St.  Joseph's  Academy  and  College,  on  hy- 
giene, philosophy,  the  Great  War.  and  kindted  topics.  He  was  a 
"born  teacher,"  as  the  expression  goes.  Whenever  it  was  his 
"privilege,"  as  he  termed  it,  to  impart  his  knowledge,  it  seem- 
ed to  afford  him  such  rapturous  pleasure  that  his  whole  be- 
ing was,  as  it  were,  temporarily  transformed ;  his  vital  powers 
seemed  to  become  electrified,  an  illumination  overspread  his 
mobile  countenance,  an  unconscious  smile  beamed  in  his  in- 
telligent eyes,  the  tones  of  his  voice  were  charged  with  a  pecu- 
liarly vibrant  quality,  and  he  felt  no  doubt,  for  he  acted  the 
role  unconsciously,  a  hero  and  a  prophet  of  the  hour.  In  the 
character  of  a  teacher  he  was  unsurpassed.  This  at  least  is 
the  testimony  of  those  who  have  the  best  right  to  pronounce 
a  judgment. 

In  the  annual  series  of  instructions  which  Dr.  Dwyer  gave 
to  the  nurses  at  St.  Michael's  much  of  what  has  been  said  of 
his  teaching  also  applies.     To  the  nurses,  however,    he    was 


40  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

something  more  of  an  apostle  of  faith  and  charity,  a  director 
and  even  a  spiritual  guide,  an  illuminating  interpreter  of  life 
and  death.  He  would  suggest  to  them  the  highest  motives  for 
their  weary  watches  in  the  sombre  stillness  of  the  sick-room, 
would  urge  them  to  untiring  solicitude  for  the  alleviation  of 
pain  and  the  prolongation  of  human  life,  which  he  loved  for 
itself  as  a  sacred  thing  and  the  most  precious  gift  of  God. 
The  ward  patients  he  would  counsel  them  to  care  for,  in  the 
most  tender,  most  sympathetic  way.  No  medicine,  no  treat- 
ment, was  to  be  denied  them  however  expensive  or  difficult 
to  procure.  They  were  the  Lazarites,  who  were  dear  to  the 
heart  of  the  Creator,  Who  would  reward  all  done  for  them 
as  done  unto  Himself.  Seriousness  and  conscientiousness  were 
the  qualities  he  looked  for  in  every  nurse,  and  if  these  were 
lacking,  nothing  else  could  satisfy  him.  Honour,  Truth  and 
Trust  were  the  burden  of  his  refrain. 

In  the  Doctor's  visits  to  his  patients  in  ward  or  suite,  in 
cottage  or  villa,  he  was  the  soothing  spirit  breathing  healing 
balm,  their  ray  of  hope  that  he,  the  "great,  tall  doctor,''  would 
strike  out  a  way  of  safety  for  them  when  all  ways  were  either 
closed  or  vain.  He,  on  his  part,  had  no  keener  happiness  than 
when  he  could  allay  all  ill-founded  apprehensions,  no  greater 
unhappiness  than  when  he  had  to  confirm  their  deadliest  fears. 
Among  his  patients  he  was  no  respector  of  persons,  no  **  win- 
dow-dresser," as  he  called  it,  no  ''fore-flusher,"  but  he  was 
always  most  considerate  of  the  reputation  of  the  **  family  phy- 
sician" whoever  he  might  be.  No  man's  credit  or  honour  suf- 
fered a  stain  or  even  a  shadow  through  him.  With  him  the 
aim  of  his  profession  was  never  the  getting  of  fees  equivalent 
to  the  services  rendered,  for  he  died  a  poor,  rather  than  a 
wealthy  man  through  his  indifference  to  reward.  Of  the  num- 
berless charities  of  his  kind  and  manly  life  we  shall  never 
know,  nor  do  we  choose  to  speak  of  those  things  which  are 
best  known  to  God  alone,  from  Whose  hands  be  now  the  rich 
reward. 

Though  Dr.  Dwyer  was  naturally  studious,  fond  of  history, 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  41 

biography,  poetry  and  literature  in  general,  and  besides  this, 
was  thoroughly  versed  in  the  science  of  his  profession,  devoting 
much  effort  also  to  research,  though  his  name  was  a  name  to 
conjure  with  and  call  back  spirits  from  the  vasty  deep  of 
valetudinarian  despair,  this  great  name  will  not  be  found  on 
the  library  shelf,  because  he  had  no  Boswell  to  report  his 
words  of  wisdom  and  information  in  many  volumes  which 
might  creditably  have  borne  his  name.  His  powers  of  con- 
versation were  absolutely  wonderful.  With  the  greatest  clear- 
ness, fullness  and  precision  he  could  extemporise  upon  any  sub- 
ject from  the  most  occult  science, — levitation,  magnetism,  spirit- 
ism, to  a  discussion  the  most  scholarly  and  profound  upon  such 
subjects  as  philosophy  and  mysticism,  and  it  was  one  of  his 
chief  delights  to  test  himself  with  his  peers  in  these  discus- 
sions. He  used  language  the  most  simple  and  chose  illustra- 
tions the  most  apt.  He  never  tried  to  impress  his  listeners 
with  a  sense  of  his  superiority,  but  sought  only  to  give  them 
pleasure, — and  himself  the  greatest  pleasure, — that  of  sharing 
his  great  knowledge  with  others.  He  had  a  private  stock  of 
peculiar,  handy  expressions,  which  did  him  yeoman  service  on 
sudden  occasions,  when  his  righteous  ire  was  up,  yet  apart 
from  these,  his  language  was  of  so  pure  a  character  that  the 
religious  nurse  in  a  hospital  ward  need  never  draw  her  veil, 
nor  the  Recording  Angel  fold  his  wings  over  his  face  to  hear. 
Of  the  great  doctor's  paper  testimonials  I  have  as  yet  said 
nothing,  though  they  were  of  such  an  exceptional  nature  that 
they  might  well  make  a  man  feel  self-satisfied  and  proud.  Af- 
ter completing  his  course  in  Toronto,  and  a  post-graduate  term 
at  Johns  Hopkins  University,  Baltimore,  he  sailed  for  Europe, 
and  in  little  over  six  months'  time  won  three  more  degrees  in 
Leipzig  and  London,  returning  to  Toronto  in  1902  with  the 
most  highly  coveted  honour  (M.R.C.P.),  which  ranked  him 
henceforth  as  a  Member  of  the  Royal  College  of  Physicians,  of 
which  membership  there  were  not  more  than  five  in  Canada 
and  thirteen  on  the  whole  American  continent.  There  are  some 
other  exceptional  distinctions  which  he  enjoyed,  I  believe,  but 


42  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

definite  information  about  them  is  not  at  hand.  However, 
they  must  needs  all  sink  into  oblivion  and  dwindle  to  the 
paltry  value  of  "scraps  of  paper"  when  we  remember  the 
many  actual,  positive  achievements  of  the  later  years  af  the 
Doctor's  busy  life,  when  he  became,  known  all  over  the  con- 
tinent as  simply  "DWYER,"  writ  large,  whose  like  we  ne'er 
shall  meet  again. 

Dr.  Dwyer  gave  the  best  years  of  his  life  to  his  fellow  men 
and  took  less  than  a  living  wage  for  himself.  He  spent  much 
time  and  effort  for  nothing,  or  for  what  was  utterly  inadequate 
recompense.  He  never  enjoyed  the  remuneration  due  to  his 
services.  He  was  as  solicitous  for  the  health  and  well-being  of 
the  penniless  and  the  orphan  as  for  the  sons  of  Croesus  or  the 
magnates  of  the  fashionable  world.  When  ill-health  began  to 
grow  upon  him  and  make  havoc  of  his  vital  powers,  he  would 
betimes  withdraw  from  his  consulting-office  to  wbat  he  was 
pleased  to  call  his  "Suburban  Retreat,"  to  gradually  retrieve 
his  strength  in  the  quiet  of  a  sunny  room  at  the  Sacred  Heart 
Orphanage,  overlooking  the  calm,  blue  waters  of  Lake  Ontario. 
Here,  after  assisting  at  daily  Mass  in  the  children's  chapel, 
where  he  edified  all  who  beheld  him  by  his  reverent,  prayerful 
df^meanor  and  attitude  of  deep  devotion,  he  would  sleep  or  read 
or  hold  genial  converse  with  faithful  friends  who  found  him 
out  and  loved  to  bring  him  any  comfort  in  their  power  to  offer. 
A  year  ago,  during  the  epidemic  of  influenza,  he  proved  to  be 
the  guardian  spirit  of  the  orphans  and  of  the  Sisters  in  charge 
of  them.  He  kept  untiring  watch  of  the  slightest  symptoms 
of  the  disease,  and  warded  off  death  in  many  cases  that  seem- 
ed almost  beyond  human  control.  The  mortality  was  even 
less  than  one  per  cent,  of  the  number  registered.  This  was  an 
instance  among  many  of  his  purely  voluntary  benevolence,  en- 
tirely free  from  the  altruism  of  our  modern  social  service. 

Speaking  of  Dr.  Dwyer 's  remarkable  devotion  at  Holy 
Mass  reminds  me  of  my  first  sight  of  him  in  his  white  suit, 
as  the  servitor  of  the  Rev.  Doctor  Treacy  in  the  hospital  chapel 
during  the  Forty  Hours'  Devotion  there.     The  scene  remains 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  43 

vividly  impressed  upon  my  mind.  The  place,  the  time  and  the 
persons  seemed  to  combine  in  emphasizing  the  impression.  The 
place  and  the  solemnity  of  the  occasion  I  leave  to  the  reader's 
imagination.  The  Rev.  Doctor  of  Divinity  as  celebrant,  in  his 
splendid  vestments,  intoning  with  clear,  beautiful  accent  the 
Latin  of  the  Gregorian  Chant,  quite  fitted  into  the  general 
entourage  as  belonging  to  it,  and  in  some  measure  he  compelled 
devotion  in  the  congregation  by  his  Rome-trained  observance 
of  the  ceremonial  and  his  markedly  reverent  ministration  be- 
fore the  altar.  But  to  witness  the  worshipful  attendance  of  the 
other, — the  Medical  Doctor,  whose  more  natural  setting  was 
the  operating-theatre  or  the  mortuary-room  with  its  array  of 
carving  instruments, — seemed  like  some  strange  delusion. 
However,  there  they  were — two  brilliant  stars  in  different  or- 
bits, uniting  heart  and  soul  before  the  same  altar  to  give  due 
homage  to  the  Almighty  God  before  Whose  Holy  Presence  they 
knelt  and  bowed  together  in  devout  worship.  It  would  seem 
to  an  observer  of  Dr.  Dwyer  on  this  and  many  similar  occa- 
sions, that  had  he  not  dedicated  his  life  to  the  medical  profes- 
sion, he  might,  even  with  greater  efficacy,  have  consecrated 
it  to  the  service  of  the  altar,  for  it  seemed  to  be  his  true  voca- 
tion to  serve  within  the  sanctuary.  When  he  became  too  weak 
to  assist  at  Holy  Mass  in  the  parish  church,  he  procured  a  set 
of  records  of  the  Mass  sung  by  the  Vatican  Choir,  which  he 
had  repeated  on  the  victrola,  while  with  characteristic  piety 
he  would  follow  the  several  parts  in  order. 

The  last  six  months  that  passed  before  the  final  summons 
came  were  like  the  sunset  glow  before  the  close  of  day.  As  the 
Doctor's  bodily  frame  became  weakened  and  chastened  by  phy- 
sical pain,  his  soul  became  strengthened  and  brightened  by 
greater  love  for  God  and  man  revealing  new  depths  of  beauty 
and  tenderness.  To  his  little  family  circle, — his  beloved  mother, 
sister  Theresa,  brother  James,  and  Mother  Mary  Immaculate, 
B.A.,  of  the  Ursuline  Convent,  Chatham,  as  well  as  to  his  many 
intimate  friends,  his  sweetly  cheerful  smile  and  serene  conver- 
sation were  a  source  of  constant  joy  and  consolation  to  the  last. 


44  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

Though  pained  at  the  manifest  decline  of  his  strength  day  by 
day,  they  fain  would  hope  that  he  might  be  restored,  and  they 
left  nothing  undone  to  that  end.  But  he  would  not  have  their 
hopes  deceived  and  he  warned  them  calmly  how  it  all  would 
be.  He  knew  his  case  so  well,  he  could  predict  every  succes- 
sive phase  of  his  malady,  check  off  each  stage  as  the  day  and 
date  slipped  past,  and  count  upon  himself  as  a  perfect  actor, 
who  never  missed  his  cue  in  this  last  Act  of  the  schicksals- 
tragodie  of  his  life.  He  measured  to  himself  the  allotted  span 
with  the  same  calmness  and  precision  as  he  had  so  often  mea- 
sured it  for  others.  Had  not  his  deep,  true  piety  and  stead- 
fast spiritual  strength  sustained  him  under  such  a  trial,  rea- 
sonably he  must  have  lost  that  peace,  serenity  and  tranquil 
cheerfulness  which  characterized  his  looks  and  words  even  un- 
til the  Great  Angel  came  for  his  recall.  Alas !  that  when  the  horo- 
loge of  his  life  had  barely  sounded  noon,  this  great,  good  man 
must  go !  Nay,  even  in  the  last  long  strokes  of  that  living  hour 
there  was  an  ominous  sound.  Oh,  the  gripping  pathos  of  it 
all!  But  the  consolation  too  was  sweet,  and  sweeter  far  than 
my  feeble  words  can  tell.    His  soul  was  in  God's  hands. 

"Then  suddenly  the   awe   grew  deep. 

As  of  a  day  to  which  all  days 

Were  footsteps  in  God's  secret  ways; 

Until  a  folding  sense,  like  prayer, 

Which  is,  as  God  is,  everywhere. 

Gathered  about  him;  and  a  voice 

Spake  to  him  without  any  noise. 
Being  of  the  silence;  ''Come,''  it  said, 
and  now, — 

is  it  Faith,  or  Love,  or  Hope  that  lets  me  see  thee  standing  up 
where  the  light  of  the  Throne  is  bright  and  God's  omniscience 
now  is  shared  by  thee,  who  hast  learned  the  secrets  of  Etern- 
ity? 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  45 

"lie  ad  Joseph."     Gen.  41-55.        By  Edith  R.  Wilson.  /B.A. 

True  Saint  of  God !    In  doubt  and  care, 

To  thy  dear  feet  we  flee; 
The  sweetness  of  the  Holy  Child 

Seems  manifest  in  thee. 
Calm  patience  lies  within  thine  eyes, 

And  on  thy  lips  a  prayer, 
Still  dost  thou  seem,  in  holy  dream. 

Converse   with    God   to    share. 
0  faithful-hearted!  tempted  sore 

We  kneel  before  thy  shrine; — 
A  blessing  from  the  Saviour's  hands 

Seems  given  into  thine ; 
Safe  from  alarm,  thy  loving  arms 

Folded  the  Christ  to  rest. 
His  children  bow  before  thee  now, 

Oh  clasp  us  to  thy  breast! 
Spouse  of  our  Lady!  to  such  grace 

Thy  purity  attained; 
Then  shall  not  we  thy  succor  seek 

To  keep  our  souls  unstained! 
Soft  Springtide  reigns  upon  the  plains, 

But  mountain  winds  blow  chill. 
So  in  each  heart  grace  finds  a  part 

Yet  evil  threatens  still. 
Dear  Guardian  of  our  Lord !  That  name 

We  cannot  plead  in  vain. 
For  Bethlehem's  tenderest  memories 

Wake  at  the  sound  again. 
The  calm  midnight,  the  wondrous  light 

Which  flooded  all  the  cave,'— 
Oh,  by  the  power  of  that  sweet  hour. 

We  pray  thee  guard  and  save  I 
Joseph,  the  Carpenter,  'twas  thine 

Of  old,  to  ward  and  guide 
That  home  of  homes  where  Jesus  wrought 

And  toil  was  sanctified ; 
Shield  us,  we  pray,  through  life's  brief  day, 

And  when  we  wink  in  death, 
Share  we  thy  rest  on  Jesus'  breast. 

Calm  Saint  of  Nazareth ! 


46  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

For  the  Sake   of   the   Crucified 

By  Rev.  J.  J,  McCabthy,  B.A. 

/igt"  OULD  they  not  even  spare  Jimmy,  the  gay,  wise,  lov- 
\l_p  able  Jimmy,  who  ha/d  never  done  a  man  wrong  in  his 
life?  He  lay  pitifully  white  on  the  bed,  breathing 
so  lightly,  his  black  hair,  that  I  could  have  touched  even  as  if 
I  had  been  a  woman,  all  hidden  in  the  long  sAvathes  of  band- 
ages. 'He  is  quite  unconscious,  and  won't  live  through  the 
day.'  said  the  V.A.D.  who  had  brought  me  in.  I  clenched 
my  fist  against  emotion.  My  rebel  heart  reeled  with  the 
clash  of  thought  —  this  damnable  war,  those  hell-hounds, 
whose  lust  for  power,  or  blundering,  or  stupidity,  have  caused 
it!  Jimmy! — and  yet  we  were  but  friends,  and  mother  has 
parted  from  son  like  tlhis,  girl  from  lover,  unnumbered  times 

"And  then  I  saw  what  hung  above  his  head,  and  the  girl 
by  me  caught  the  glance  and  whispered:  *He  would  have  it 
there.'  It  was  Jimmy's  principle,  and  it  is  God's.  In  that 
moment  I  think  I  knew  that  he  was  right ;  that  no  glory  of  the 
past  can  match  what  may  be  the  glory  of  the  future  if  that 
be  set  up.  And  I  knelt  by  the  bed  and  surrendered  my  friend 
for  the  sake  of  the  Crucified." 

The  blessed  mingling  of  human  love  and  divine,  which 
Robert  Keable  portrays  for  us  in  these  closing  sentences  of 
"Standing  By,'  is  a  rare  thing  to-day.  What  the  world 
needs  is  not,  of  course,  the  setting  up  of  the  standard  of  the 
Cross;  that  was  done  long  ago.  It  is  vision  that  it  lacks. 
"Go,"  said  the  Lord,  "and  thou  shalt  say  to  this  people: 
Hearing,  hear,  and  understand  not;  and  see  the  vision,  and 
know  it  not.''  There  is  such  a  wealth  of  human  tenderness 
in  the  world,  and  so  little  of  it  for  the  Crucified. 

God,  in  the  beginning,  made  heaven  and  earth;  and  He 
looked  upon   the   works   of  His  hands,   and   saw   that   they 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  47 

were  good.  In  some  mysterious  way  Infinite  Love  reached 
out  and  enfolded  all  created  things  to  His  bosom.  His  love 
for  them  was  a  love  of  complacency;  but  man  He  loved  with 
the  love  of  person  to  person.  He  walked  with  Adam  and  Eve 
in  the  Garden  and  talked  with  them  as  with  friends.  And 
when  man  had  fallen,  He  made  the  work  of  reparation  His 
own  special  work.  He  did  not  send  another  to  do  it  for  Him, 
but  came  Himself  in  the  Person  of  the  Eternal  Word.  **And 
the  Word  was  made  flesh  and  dwelt  among  us."  It  is  easy 
to  write  that  down,  but  shall  we  ever  know  all  it  means? 
Or  shall  we  never  know  the  fulness  of  meaning  in  St.  Paul's 
words:    "He  loved  me,  and  delivered  Himself  for  me." 

We  cannot  fathom  God's  wisdom,  nor  His  power,  nor  His 
boundless  love,  nor  anything  of  Him.  But  it  was  once  given 
to  men  to  know  Jesus  of  Nazareth;  to  hear  the  words  that 
fell  from  His  lips,  and  they  were  the  words  of  God;  to  see  the 
works  of  His  hands,  and  they  were  the  works  of  God,  to  look 
into  his  eyes,  and  read  there  the  secrets  of  the  heart  of  God. 

One  would  think  that  the  memory  of  it* — were  that  all 
we  had — would  be  enough  to  light  the  fires  of  love  in  the 
most  unlikely  souls.  The  memory  of  the  strong  Christ,  of 
Whom  men  said:  "What  manner  of  man  is  this,  for  the 
winds  and  the  waves  obey  Him?"  of  the  kind  Christ  Who, 
when  the  leper  asked  Him:  "Lord,  if  Thou  wilt,  Thou  canst 
make  me  clean,"  answered,  "I  will;  be  thou  made  clean"; 
of  the  pitiful  Christ,  Who  stopped  the  funeral  procession  at 
the  gates  of  Naim,  and  gave  back  the  young  man  alive  to  his 
mother.  The  memory  of  the  children's  Friend;  of  healing 
touch  and  wearied  feet;  of  scourge,  and  thorn-crown,  and 
cross.  One  would  think,  with  only  this,  that  men  would  love 
Him. 

But  we  have  more  than  memory.  In  our  Lord's  own 
day  people  expected  more  of  Him  than  a  passing  visitation 
as  of  mortal  man.  He  spoke  to  them  of  His  death:  "And  I, 
if  I  be  lifted  up  from  the  earth,  will  draw  all  things  to  My- 
self."   And  they  asked  Him:    "How  is  this?    We  have  heard 


48  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

out  of  the  law  that  Christ  abideth  forever;  and  Thou  sayest 
the  Son  of  Man  must  be  lifted  up.' 

He  did  not  explain  it  to  them  then.  But  when  the  hour 
came  He  went  out  across  Kedron  to  Geths^mane,  and  in  the 
garden,  went  apart  alone  to  pray.  •  The  chalice  was  lifted  to 
His  lips;  all  the  sins  of  all  the  world  charged  against  Him. 
We  can  never  know  on  earth  the  torture  and  shame  of  the 
night  that  followed.  And  in  the  morning  Pilate  showed  Him 
to  the  crowd,  fondly  hoping  that  the  sight  of  Him  would 
move  their  hearts  to  pity:    "Behold  the  Man." 

The  scourge  has  cut  His  flesh.  His  brow  is  bleeding  where 
the  thorns  have  torn  it.  They  put  a  purple  rag  on  Him,  and 
a  reed  in  His  hand,  and  mock  His  kingship.  And  they  lead 
Him  up  the  hill  of  Calvary — out  beyond  the  city  wall,  for  He, 
the  victim  for  sin,  the  Lamb  of  God,  must  die  without  the 
camp.  He  is  lifted  up  upon  His  Cross,  and  through  tears 
and  blood,  looks  out  across  the  city  that  He  loves,  and  across 
the  world. 

No,  we  need  not  the  setting  up  of  the  Cross.  That  was 
done  long  ago.  He  died  upon  it;  and  then,  towards  evening, 
gently,  reverently,  they  took  Him  down,  and  laid'  Him  back  in 
His  mothers''  arms. 

And  we  have  more  than  the  memory  of  it.  Three  days 
later,  again  towards  evening,  a  Stranger  overtook  two  of  the 
Disciples  on  the  road  leading  westward  from  Jerusalem  to  the 
village  of  Emmaus.  It  was  the  risen  Saviour.  "But  their  eyes 
were  held  that  they  should  not  know  >Him."  And  He  said  to 
them:  "What  are  these  discourses  that  you  hold  one  with  an- 
other as  you  walk  and  are  sad?"  They  asked,  in  surprise,  if  He 
did  not  know  of  the  tragedy  of  Friday?  They  'had  seen  Him 
die ;  and  they  hoped'  that  it  was  He  that  should  have  re- 
deemed Israel.  And,  what  was  very  strange,  that  morning 
some  of  the  women  of  their  company  were  at  the  sepulchre, 
and  found  the  cloths  lying,  but  tihe  Body  was  gone.  And 
they  say  amgels  appeared  to  them,  who  told  them  that.  He  is 
risen.     Then  Jesus  put  by  all  seeming  ignorance  and  said  to 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  49 

them:  "0  foolish  and  slow  of  heart,  that  you  cannot  be- 
lieve what  the  prophets  have  spoken.  Ought  not  Christ  to 
have  suffered  these  things,  and  so  to  enter  into  His  glory?'' 

One  by  on©  He  took  the  prophecies  and  explained  figure 
and  fulfilment.  They  confessed  afterwards  that  their  hearts 
were  burning  within  them  while  He  spoke;  and  yet  their 
eyes  were  held.  The  words  of  Holy  Scripture,  interpreted 
though  they  were  by  Divine  lips,  were  not  enough  to  bring 
back  their  faith  in  Him.  For  the  New  Law  had  begun;  and, 
not  from  any  intrinsic  necessity,  but  because  He  willed  it 
so,  henceforth  the  bestowal  of  grace  was  touched  to  outward 
.iigns. 

They  reached  the  village,  and  Jesus  made  as  though  He 
v/ould  go  on.  'But  they  constrained  Him,  saying:  stay  with 
us,  because  it  is  towards  evening,  and  the  day  is  now  far 
spent.  And  He  went  in  with  them.  And  while  He  was  at 
table  with  them,  He  took  bread,  and  blessed  and  broke,  and 
gave  to  them.  And  their  eyes  were  opened,  and  they  knew 
Him;  and  He  vanished  out  of  their  sight." 

Once  again  He  performed  the  wonder  of  Holy  Thursday. 
Above  the  earthly  bread  He  whispered  the  words  of  power, 
and  it  became  Bread  from  heaven.  Our  senses  might  say  No, 
yet  It  was  what  He  said  it  was.  His  Body ;  and  He  was  the  living 
God-Man.  Along  the  road  He  had  recounted  for  them  the 
events  of  His  life  and  death.  At  table  He  did  a  very  different 
thing;  He  gathered  up,  as  it  were,  the  years  of  that  Life,  and 
set  It  down  as  one  before  them,  and  they  entered  into  direct 
and  physical  communion  with  It;  "and  their  eyes  were 
opened,  and  they  knew  Him." 

And  it  is  in  just  this  way  that  He  comes  to  His  children 
across  the  ages.  We  have  more  than  memory.  The  Cross  is 
in  its  very  own  place  above  the  Catholic  Altar.  For  there 
it  is  the  symbol  of  the  Great  Reality  that  is  re-enacted  daily 
upon  the  Altar-stone.  And  only  on  its  knees  at  the  foot  of  the 
Altar  stairs,  will  the  world  be  constrained  to  accept  and  live 
the  lessons  of  the  Cross.  There  is  no  other  hope  for  it  to-day. 
It  cannot  know  Him  except  in  the  breaking  of  Bread. 


50  '  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

By  Rev.  R.  B.  Bean,  M,A. 

Dear  Master,  in  the  hushed  and  sacred  dawn, 
Before  the  troubled,  noiseful  day  was  born, 

Beneath  those  trembling  rays  incarnadine 
I've  lifted  up  Thy  awful  bread  and  wine. 

And  when  from  high  noon  and  its  drunken  blare 
I've  come,  to  offer  Thee  my  troubled  prayer, 

Still  in  its  love-red  light  and  mystic  peace 
The  anguish  of  my  spirit  found  surcease. 

And  when  the  day,  outwearied,  sank  to  rest 
In  tired  slumber  on  the  night's  cool  breast. 

The  peace  supernal  that  its  halo  shed 

Has  lain  like  Thine  own  hand  upon  my  head. 

I  would  not  shrink.  Lord,  from  the  laboring  morn; 

Through  the  hot  noontide,  let  me  battle  on; 
But  oh,  to  die,  when  life  sinks  into  night. 

Bowed  low  before  Thy  Sanctuary's  light! 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  51 

A    Few    Spanish    Poems 

By  Caboline  D.  Swan. 

y^NE  of  the  dearest  and  most  precious  memories  of  my 
\J^  school  days  is  that  of  reading  several  volumes  in  French 
by  the  historian,  Sismondi.  It  was  an  enterprise  of  my 
own.  I  had  fallen  in  with  his  **  History  of  the  Literature  of 
Southern  Europe,"  having  found  it  on  the  shelves  of  a  fine 
private  library,  and  shall  never  forget  its  splendid  picturings 
of  Dante  and  Petrarch,  Calderon  and  Lope  de  Vega,  with  the 
songs  of  the  Troubadours  and  visions  of  Provence. 

The  tragedy  of  Inez  de  Castro,  in  particular,  took  such  in- 
tense hold  on  me  that  I  began  an  English  version  of  it,  which 
naturally,  was  never  finished. 

But  one  fascination,  that  of  the  magnificent  coplas  of  Don 
Jorge  Manrique,  familiar  to  us  all  in  Longfellow's  fine  transla- 
tion, has  clung  to  me  ever  since. 

In  recent  years,  some  attempts  have  beeoi  made  to  bring 
before  the  public  a  few  Spanish  contemporary  authors,  notably 
Don  Emilio  Pardo  de  Bazan,  whose  vivid  story,  ''The  Good 
Canon,"  has  been  -widely  circulated,  through  the  medium  of  an 
excellent  English  version. 

Last  summer,  too,  we  came  upon  the  following  lines  by 
Dr.  Dollard,  whose  inimitable  Spanish  flavor  justifies  their  in- 
sertion here : 

ON  A  SPANISH  CHASUBLE  OF  THE  16TH  CENTURY. 
(Seen  in  the  Royal  Ontario  Museum,  Toronto). 
How  camest  thou  here,  dear  vestment  of  the  Mass, 
Worn  by  long  sacred  use?    The  centuries 
Have  strangely  dealt  with  thee.    A  thousand  times 
If  once,  thou  hast  been  used  at  sacring  hour. 
Yet  who  can  say  at  what  rich  altar  front, 
Three  hundred  years  ago,  thy  youth  was  spent?  , 
What  incense  of  great  feasts  still  haunts  thy  folds? 
From  what  fair  region  of  romantic  Spain — 


52  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

Estremadura,  or  renowned  Seiville, 
Navarre,  or  Arragon  or  Mureia 
Or  Andalusia?     What   strains   hast   heard 
Of  solemn  dirge  and  mournful  requiem 
Of  chant  of  victory  and  nuptial  song? 
Here  in  this  treasure-house  dost  thou  recall 
The  long-lost  suns  and  moons  of  golden  Spain, 
The  Masses  and  the  prayers  and  the  tears, 
The  scented  mornings  and  the  holy  nights 
When  Christ  and  thou  kept  vigil  all  alone 
Through  seeming  endless  days? 

Here  in  a  land 
Of  stranger  faces  and  of  stranger  Faith, 
Where  careless  and  unthinking  crowds  pass  by, 
Thou  art  a  piteous  exile,  pining  sad 
For  Salamanca,  or  Zamora's  hills. 
Or  Vinaroz  on  an  Odyssean  shore ! 

Now  and  again  we  find  in  the  columns  of  the  press  a  charm- 
ing bit  of  Spanish  verse,  reaching  us  by  way  of  Cuba.  The 
following  has  much  of  the  sweiet  languorous  Southern  flavor, 
though  not  lacking  fire  or  beauty : 

ONE  NIGHT. 

The  ancient  spiders  with  a  flutter  spread 
Their  misty  marvels  through  the  withered  flowers; 
The  windows,  by  the  moonlight  pierced,  still  shed 
Their  trembling  garlands  pale  across  the  bowers. 

The  balconies  looked  over  to  the  South ; 
The  night  was  one  immortal  and  serene ; 
From  fields  afar  the  newborn  springtime's  mouth 
.  Wafted  a  breath  of  sweetness  o'er  the  scene. 

How  silent !    Grief  had  hushed  its  spectral  moan 
Among  the  shadowy  roses  of  the  sward; 
Love  was  a  fable — shadows  overthrown 
Troopid  back  in  myriads  from  oblivion's  ward. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  53 


The  garden's  voice  was  all — empires  had  died — 
The  azure  stars,  in  languor,  having  known 
The  sorrows  all  the  centuries  provide, 
With  silver  crowned  mei  there,  remote  and  lone. 

This  is  from  the  pen  of  Juan  Ramon  Jimenes  and  translated 
by  Thomas  Walsh.    And  here  is  a  little  Spanish  serenade : 

Good  night!    Good  night,  beloved! 
I  come  to  watch  o'er  thee. 
To  be  near  thee,  to  be  near  thee, 
Alone  is  peace  for  me. 

Thine  eyes  are  stars  of  morning, 
Thy  lips  are  crimson  flowers! 
Good  night!    Good  night,  beloved. 
While  I  count  the  weary  hours. 

Lik€!  the  Italian  love-sonnets,  the  Spanish  love-poems  are 
passionate,  often  extremely  so;  yet  there  is  a  touch  of  melan- 
choly about  the  hidalgo,  a  sombre  dignity,  which  separates  him 
from  the  Florentine  or  Venetian  lover.  Oneei  in  a  while  he  in- 
dulges in  hyperbole  and  extravagant  compliment,  as  when  one 
of  Seville's  admired  writers,  speaking  of  a  lady's  black  eyes, 
says  they  "were  in  mourning  for  the  murders  they  had  com- 
mitted." 

The  deeply  religious  nature  of  the  Spaniard  seiems  to  per- 
meate all  his  work ;  yet  in  the  Sancho  Panza,  of  Cervantes  and 
the  chatter  of  the  lower  classes  as  represented  in  comedy, — 
much  as  Longfellow  gives  it  in  his  "Spanish  Student" — there 
is  an  extreme  of  reaction  into  sarcasm  and  open  ribaldry.  "It 
is  by  the  Vicar's  skirts,"  says  the  scamp  of  this  type,  "that  the 
Devil  climbs  into  the  belfry." 

Many  national  proverbs  have  this  trend,  while  others  show 
a  sort  of  homely  shrewdness;  such  as  these,  for  example: 
"You  run  away  from  the  thunder  and  run  into  the^  lightning." 
"You  know  how  to  cry  wine  and  sell  vinegar."    "Every  tub 


54  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

smells  of  the  wine  that  is  in  it," — and  a  musie-story  of  the  Bag- 
piper who  asked  one  maravedi  for  playing  and  ten  for  leaving 
off  I 

Very  interesting,  too,  arei  the  dance  and  singing  games, 
popular  among  the  Catholic  children  of  Madrid.  A  recent  au- 
thor, after  describing  several  of  these,  goes  on  to  say,  "Even 
the  supreme  solemnity  of  the  Host  borne  through  the  kneeling 
streets  cannot  abash  the  trustful  gaze  of  childhood.''  Then 
follows  this  song.  One  is  sure  that  the  Lord  Jesus,  Who  loved 
little  children  when  on  earth,  does  not  deem  it  too  familiar  or 
at  all  irreverent.    It  is  their  simple  vision  of  His  love : 

''Where  are  you  going,  dear  Jesus, 

So  gallant  and  so  gay?" 
"I  am  going  to  a  dying  man 
To  wash  his  sins  away. 
And  if  I  find  him  sorry 

For  the  evil  he  has  done. 
Though  his  sins  be  more  than  the  sands  of  the  sea 
I'll  pardon  every  one." 

"Where  are  you  going,  dear  Jesus, 

So  gallant  and  so  gay?" 
"I'm  coming  back  from  a  dying  man 
Whose  sins  are  washed  away. 
Because  I  found  him  sorry 

For  the  evil  he  had  done. 
Though  his  sins  were  more  than  the  sands  of  the  sea 
I  have  pardoned  every  one." 

In  addition  to  the  above,  and  strangest  of  all,  is  a  little  dra- 
matic dialogue,  which  anyone  with  an  ear  for  children's  voices 
can  hear  sung  on  the  streets  of  Madrid.  Its  theme  is  the  death 
of  Queen  Mercedes;  while  another,  a  sort  of  ballad,  gives  the 
old  tale  of  Saint  Catherine  and  her  martyrdom.  The  children 
have  embroidered  this  with  a  world  of  fanciful  caprices. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  55 

These  choral  games  are  spicy  and  full  of  variety ;  that  they 
are  popular  goes  without  saying.  The  music  in  most  cases — 
as  in  the  Garden  Dancing  Song — s-wings  out  into  attractive 
melodies. 

For  pathos  and  dramatic  beauty  few  poems  surpass  this; 
its  power  and  delicacy  are  evident.  The  late  Charles 
O'Malley  reprinted  it  in  his  "Midland  Review,"  its  melancholy 
charm  doubtless  appealing  to  him.  Its  feeling  could  but  touch 
the  minor  chords  which  always  echoed  within  him. 

PRAYER  OF  THE  ALTAR  ROSE. 

0  great  dear  God,  Lord  Jesus! 
Thy  humblest  handmaid,  I, 
Beside  Thee  in  the  dark 
Keeping  watch  and  ward 
All  night,  all  night,  all  night ! 
At  morning  I  s-hall  die — 
All  lifeless  lie   and  stark — 
Yet,  ere  my  breath  takes  flight 
Hear  me,  beloved  Lord ! 
Hear  me.  Lord  Jesus. 

She  who  did  place  me  here 
At  Thy  beloved  feet, 
(Herself  a  rose,   aged  seven), 
Grant  Thou  that  she  may  keep 
Clean-white  as  new-washed  wool; 
This  hath  she  bade   entreat. 
Seeking  all  day  Thy  heaven, 
She,  on  dew-pastures  cool, 
Would  rest  among  Thy  sheep — 
Guide  her,  Lord  Jesus! 

Deep!    Still! — I  lean  and  listen, 
Yet  hear  no  loving  word. 
The  moon  sets  pale  and  white ; 
Wilt  Thou  her  faith  reward?- — 


56  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

Hark!    Murmurs  faint  and  low, 
Like  rose-leaves  softly  stirred! — 
Thou  wilt  her  faith  requite? 
— Now,  let  the  white  dawn  glow; 
My  watch  is  done,  dear  Lord, 
All  done.  Lord  Jesu»! 

In  Lope  de  Vega  the  Spaniards  have  a  truly  great  poet  and 
they  are  fully  aware  of  this,  A  noted  French  writer  says, 
"The  Stanzas  of  Tasso  are.  sung  by  the  gondoliers  of  Venice; 
the  Spaniards  and  Portuguese  of  all  classes  know  by  heart  the 
verses  of  Calderon  and  Camoens,  The  popular  taste  runs  less 
to  cheap  theatrical  songs  than  with  us.  The  Iberian  grandee 
and  even  the-  poor  peasant  have  more  dignity  and  lift  their 
souls  to  higher  things." 

The  following  sonnet  by  Lope  de  Vega  has  lost  nothing  in 
Longfellow's  fine  version  of  it.  It  lays  high  claim  to  the  mea- 
sureless beauty. 

THE  GOOD  SHEPHERD. 

Shepherd,  that  with  Thine  amorous,  sylvan  song 

Hast  brokc'n  the  slumber  that  encompassed  me, — 

That  mad'st  Thy  crook  from  the  accursed  tree 

On  which  Thy  powerful  arms  were  stretched  so  long ! 

Lead  me  to  mercy's  ever-flowing  fountains; 

For  Thou  my  Shepherd,  Guard  and  Guide  shalt  be! 

I  will  obey  Thy  voice  and  wait  to  see 

Thy  feet  all  beautiful  upon  the  mountains. 

Hear,  Shepherd !    Thou  Who  for  Thy  flock  art  dying, 
0  wash  away  these  scarlet  sins,  for  Thou 
Rejoicest  at  the  contrite  sinner's  vow. 
0,  wait ! — to  Thee  my  we-ary  soul  is  crying, — 
Wait  for  me! — Yet  why  ask  it,  when  I  see 
With  feet  nailed  to  the  Cross,  Thou'rt  waiting  still 
for  me. 


VENERABLE   BROTHER  BERNILDU8, 

OF  THB  BROTHERS  OF  THE  CHRISTIAN 

SCHOOLS 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  59 

Venerable   Brother  Benildus,  F.S.C. 

Sketch  of  the  Life  and  Work  of  a  Saintly  Religious  Teacher 


i 


By  Rev.  Bbo.  Simon,  F.S.C. 

^1  HE  recent  opening  of  Benildus  Hall,  Toronto,  as  a  resi- 
^  dence  for  the  scholastics  of  the  Order  of  the  Bro- 
thers of  the  Christian  Schools  while  in  attendance 
at  the'  Normal  School  or  the  Faculty  of  Education,  has 
naturally  suggested  the  questions:  Whence  the  name? 
Why  is  it  so  called?  It  is  not,  then,  inopportune  to  indicate 
the  significance  of  the  title.  Besides,  to  the  readers  of  The 
Lilies,  who  are  particularly  interested  in  all  that  concerns  Ca- 
tholic education — its  masters,  its  models,  and  its  ideals,  it  cannot 
fail  to  be  interesting,  if  not,  indeed,  inspiring,  to  read  of  one 
whose  saintly  and  fruitful  career  was  a  living  proof  of  the 
power  and  worth  of  the  principles,  practices,  and  ideals  of  the 
great  Teacher-Saint. 

Childhood  and  Early  Years. 

Pierre  KomanQon,  later  known  as  Brother  Benildus,  was 
born  at  Thuret  in  the  Diocese  of  Clermont,  Prance,  on  June 
14,  1805.  He  was  brought  up  in  piety  by  his  mother,  a  wo- 
man of  eminent  virtue,  whose  chief  aim  was  to  preserve  his 
innocence  and  to  instil  into  his  mind  the  fear  of  God  and  a 
horror  of  sin. 

While  he  was  yet  very  young,  she  inspired  him  with  a  ten- 
der devotion  to  the  Most  Blessed  Sacrament,  a  devotion  which 
formed  one  of  the  predominant  characteristics  of  his  whole 
life.  Being  possessed  of  a  tender  and  affectionate  piety,  this 
predestined  child  was  the  joy  of  his  family  and  the  edifica- 
tion of  all,  especially  while  assisting  at  the  sacred  offices  of  the 
Church.    He  was  already  regarded  as  a  saint. 

Young  Pierre  surpassed  all  children  of  the  same  age  in 
intelligence  and  learning.  As  if  instinctively  forecasting  the 
apostolate  that  he  was  to  exercise  during  his  whole  life,  he 


GO  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

made  himself  their  little  schoolmaster,  teaching  them  how  to 
read  and  write,  and  making  them  recite  their  morning  and 
evening  prayers  and  say  their  catechism. 

He  was  soon  employed  by  his  parents  to  take  care  of  their 
flocks  in  the  country.  Like  the  holy  shepherds  who  sanctified 
themselves  while  engaged  in  this  humble  occupation,  he  was 
never  idle ;  his  time  was  divided  between  reading  and  prayer. 
In  contemplating  the  beauties  of  nature,  he  raised  his  pure 
and  innocent  soul  to  the  Creator. 

Meanwhile,  the  scandals  to  which,  in  spite  of  himself,  he 
was  an  eye-witness  in  the  secular  world,  as  also  the  desolation 
caused  even  at  Thuret  through  the  invasion  of  France  by  the 
allied  armies,  gave  him  a  great  disgust  for  the  world  and  an 
inclination  for  the  religious  life.  From  time  to  time,  the  boy 
accompanied  his  parents  to  Clermont  and  saw  in  the  streets 
of  that  city  some  of  the  Brothers  of  the  Christian  Schools.  He 
was  forcibly  struck  by  the  simplicity  of  their  dress  and  by 
the  modesty  and  recollection  of  their  exterior,  and  he  resolved 
to  know  more  of  their  way  of  life.  He  at  once  felt  a  strong 
inclination  to  enter  the  Order  of  St.  De  La  Salle. 

He  was  now  in  his  twelfth  year  and  the  time  of  his  First 
Communion  approached.  Aided  by  his  pious  mother,  Pierre 
prepared  himself  for  this  great  event  with  all  the  piety 
and  generosity  of  which  he  was  capable  at  that  age.  His 
love  for  the  Holy  Eucharist  steadily  increased  and  he  com- 
menced that  series  of  more  and  more  fervent  and  frequent 
Communions  which  formed  the  strength  and  consolation  of 
his  life. 

It  was  on  the  occasion  of  his  First  Communion  that  young 
Pierre  saw  clearly  that  God  called  him  to  the  religious  life 
in  the  Institute  of  the  Brothers  of  the  Christian  Schools.  He 
made  known  his  intention  to  his  pious  parents,  and  they,  not- 
withstanding the  greatness  of  the  sacrifice,  were  resolved  not 
to  offer  any  opposition  to  the  will  of  God.  About  this  time 
also,  the  saintly  boy  was  urged  by  a  special  grace  to  promise 
Our  Lord  that  he  would  lead  a  life  of  perfect  continence. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  61 

The  Christian  Brothers  had  just  then  opened  a  new  school 
at  Riom,  the  chief  town  of  the!  district  in  which  the  parish  of 
Thuret  is  situated,  and  to  this  school  his  parents  sent  Pierre 
in  the  hope  that,  while  completing  his  school  course,  he  would 
get  a  better  idea  of  the  lifej  of  the  Brothers.  The  latter  soon 
saw  reason  to  appreciate  the  treasure  that  Providence  had 
confided  to  them.  Struck  by  the  boy's  candor,  docility,  and 
angelic  piety,  they  aideld  him  in  his  endeavors  to  perfect  his 
mind  and  heart,  and  prepared  his  way  to  the  Novitiate. 

But  a  great  grigf  weighed  down  the  boy's  heart.  His 
smallness  of  stature  seemed  to  be;  an  insurmountable  obstacle 
to  his  admission.  However,  he  did  not  lose  courage,  but  turn- 
ing towards  God,  he  unconsciously  did  what  St.  Colette  had 
done  four  hundred  years  before.  This  saint  alsio  was  very 
small  at  fourteen,  and  was  deeply  grieved  to  find  that  her  fa- 
ther was  laughed  at  in  reference  to  her  size.  She  accordingly 
threw  herself  on  her  knees  at  the  foot  of  the  crucifix  and  ex- 
claimed: "Alas,  Lord,  dost  Thou  wish  that  I  should  continue 
to  be  so  very  small?"  Her  prayer  ended,  she  found,  says  he- 
biographer,  that  she  had  suddenly  increased  in  size,  and  she 
returned  to  her  home  much  taller  than  when  she  liad  left  it. 

Pierre's  desires  were  not  so  prora.ptly  nor  so  completely 
granted,  but,  after  three  years'  fervent  prayer,  h&  had  grown 
sufficiently  to  obtain  the  favor  of  being  admitted  to  the  No- 
vitiate of  the  Christian  Brothers.  Being  furnished  with  an 
excellent  testimonial  from  his  parish  priest  and  another  from 
the  Brothers  at  Riom,  he  was  admitted  to  the  Novitiate  at 
Clermont-Ferrand  on  February  10,  1820. 

Religious  Teacher  and  Superior. 

From  the  day  of  his  arrival,  Pierre  Romancon  w^as  regard- 
ed as  a  model  for  his  fellow-novices.  He  labored  to  acquire 
all  the  virtues  that  should  distinguish  a  perfect  novice  and  was 
especially  remarkable  for  his  great  docility.  On  receiving  the 
holy  habit,  he  took  the  name  of  Brother  Benildus,  and  from 
that  day  forward,   cherished  a  special  devotion  to  the   saint 


62  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

under  whose  protection  he  was  placed.    He  often  prayed  to  his 
patron  for  the  grace  of  martyrdom. 

The  Director  of  the  young  novice  soon  discovered  that  God 
had  sent  him  a  chosen  soul  and  hesitated  not  to  predict  that 
the  little  Brother,  because  of  his  piety  and  spirit  of  faith,  was 
destined  to  become  one  of  the  glories  of  the  Institute.  This  pre- 
diction has  be'cn  fulfilled. 

On  leaving  the  Novitiate,  Brother  Benildus  was  sent  to  teach 
the  primary  class  at  Aurillac,  and  there  remained  from  1821 
to  1825.  His  delight  was  to  be  in  the  midst  of  his  dear  chil- 
dren and  he  knew  how  to  make  himself  both  feared  and  loved 
by  them.  "If  my  superiors  had  so  desired  it,"  he  afterwards 
said,  "I  should  gladly  have  remained  all  my  life  teaching  a 
primary  class.  I  cannot  express  how  happy  'I  was  in  forming 
those  young  hearts  in  the  knowledge  and  love  of  Jesus  Christ." 

"When  his  term  of  probation  was  ended,  he  was  allowed 
to  make  triennial  vows.  But  he  was  not  fully  satisfied  until 
the  time  came  for  him  to  make  his  perpetual  vows  which 
bound  him  irrevocably  to  God.  Then  his  heart  overflowed  with 
joy  and  contentment.  Henceforth  the  Lord  was  to  be  his  por- 
tion forever. 

After  making  his  final  vows,  Brother  Benildus  was  sent 
successively  to  Moulin,  Limoges,  Clermont,  and  Monferrand. 
In  these  various  towns  he  was  employed,  as  teacher  of  the 
senior  classes  or  as  econome.  By  his  skill  in  forming  the  chil- 
dren to  virtue  and  knowledge,  he  obtained  wonderful  results 
in  class.  Wherever  he  went,  he  gained  the  esteem  and  venera- 
tion of  the  Brothers,  of  the  civil  and  ecclesiastical  authorities, 
and  of  the  pupils  and  their  parents. 

In  1839,  the  Very  Eev.  Brother  Philip,  Superior  General,  ap- 
pointed him  Director  of  the  Brothers'  House  at  Billom,  near 
Clermont.  In  vain  did  Brother  Benildus  allege  his  incapacity ; 
he  was  obliged  to  show  his  spirit  of  obedience  by  accepting 
the  office.  To  his  duties  as  Director  he  added  those  of  prin- 
cipal of  the  school. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  63 


Here  the  holy  Brother's  virtues  and  talents  shone  out 
with  a  new  splendor.  Very  soon  after  his  arrival  at  Billom, 
the  good  order  that  reigned  in  the  school  and  the  emulation  that 
he  had  aroused  among  the  pupils,  inspired  the  parents  with 
confidence  in  the  new  principal,  and  the  number  of  pupils 
soon  doubled.  The  public  school  became  alarmed,  and  the 
war  once  declared  by  the  school-masters  of  Paris  against  St.  De 
La  Salle  was  renewed  against  Brother  Benildus.  But  it  was 
ineffectual.  The  efforts  of  opponents  failed,  when  pitted 
against  the  devotedness  of  the  teachers  and  the  success  of  the 
pupils. 

While,  however,  the  inhabitants  of  Billom  rejoiced  in  the 
possession  of  so  saintly  and  capable  a  teacher  and  Director, 
Very  Rev.  Brother  Philip  had  him  in  view  for  the  direction 
of  a  new  establishment  just  founded  at  Saugues,  not  far  from 
Le  Puy.  The  new  appointment  alarmed  the  humble  Brother, 
who  had  a  lively  sense  of  his  own  incapacity ;  but,  full  of  con- 
fidence in  God  and  of  submission  to  obedience,  he  courageous- 
ly undertook  the  work.  It  was  not  long  till  his  successes  fully 
justified  the  choice  made  by  his  superiors. 

As  at  Billom,  so  at  Saugues,  he  soon  won  the  confidence 
and  esteem  of  the  clergy,  the  people,  and  the  municipal  authori- 
ties. From  the  whole  town,  from  the  neighboring  villages,  and 
from  every  part  of  the  country,  boys  came  flocking  to  the 
school,  until  the  accommodation  was  insufficient.  Nothing  was 
talked  of  at  Saugues  but  the  progress  of  the  pupils  and  the 
excellent  education  given  at  the  Brothers'  School. 

The  good  workingmen  of  the  town  were,  in  some  sort,  jeal- 
ous of  the  advancement  of  their  children  in  learning,  and  they 
came,  forty  in  numiber,  to  ask  Brother  Benildus  to  give  them 
lessons  too.  To  this,  he  consented.  Evening  classes  were 
opened  during  the  winter  months,  and  the  course  of  studies 
was  diligently  followed.  The  more  advanced  were  taught 
higher  mathematics  and  book-keeping,  and  those  who  had  but 
little  schooling  before,  were  especially  pleased  to  learn  to 
read,  write,  and  cipher.     The  last  fifteen  minutes  of  the  ses- 


64  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

sion  were  devoted  to  religious  instruction  to  which  they  lis- 
tened with  as  much  attention  as  advantage'. 

To  the  great  regret  of  the  workingmen  and  of  the  Brothers, 
the  evening  classes  had  at  last  to  be  discontinued.  Exhausted 
by  having  night  work  superadded  to  the  work  of  the  day- 
school,  the  Brothers  soon  found  themselves  unable  to  fulfil  the 
two-fold  engagement.  Another  Brother  was  asked  for;  but 
then,  as  now,  not  eivery  such  request  could  be  granted.  The 
additional  teachers  was  not  forthcoming,  so  the  night-school 
was  closed.  It  is  said  that  many  of  those  adult  pupils  wept 
through  disappointment. 

Among  the  day-scholars,  however.  Brother  Benildus  con- 
tinued to  maintain  great  and  praiseworthy  emulation.  By  this 
means,  and  by  sanctifying  his  eifforts  by  prayers  and  sacri- 
fices, he  obtained  marvellous  results.  To  the  great  satisfac- 
tion of  the  parents,  and  of  the  local  authorities,  the  young 
pupils  showed  great  proficiency  in  all  the  subjects  of  the 
school  curriculum.  Even-  to  this  day,  some  specimens  of  their 
work  may  be  seen  which,  according  to  the  opinion  of  critics, 
might  have  been  exhibite'd  with  credit  at  any  World's  Fair. 

One  of  the  most  efficacious  means  of  emulation  used  at 
Saugues  was  the  annual  distribution  of  diplomas  and  prizes, 
which  Brother  Benildus  invested  with  unusual  solemnity. 
He  knew  how  to  make  the  ceremony  an  occasion  for  produc- 
ing religious  rather  than  profane  impressions,  as  it  too  often 
does.  At  the  close  of  the  distribution  of  premiums,  he  would 
conduct  his  charge  to  the  church  to  thank  God  for  the  suc- 
cesses of  the  scholastic  year.  The  band  pre'ceded  them  as  they 
marched  thither,  two  deep,  their  crowns  encircling  their 
brows,  and  followed  by  their  parents  and  the  civic  authori- 
ties. At  the  church,  the  boys  sang  some  hymns,  and  the  cere- 
mony was  brought  to  a  close  by  Benedicticn  of  the  Most 
Blessed  Sacrament. 

Under  the  able  direction  of  Brother  Benildus.  the  school  at 
Saugues  became  one  of  the  most  flourishing  of  the  country, 
and  the  Clermont  Academy,  at  the  suggestion  of  the  Inspec- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  65 

tor  of  ScJiools,  regarded  it  as  a  duty  to  give  the  hum'ble  and 
zealous  Director  official  evidence  of  their  satisfaction.  They 
awarded  him.  an  Honorable  Mention  and  a  Silver  Medal. 
These  distinctions  were  presented  to  him  by  His  Worship  the 
Mayor  of  Saugues  in  presence  of  all  the  pupils,  who  were 
as  happy  as  they  were  proud  of  the  honor  paid  to  their  beloved 
teacher. 

But,  if  success  in  profane  studies  was  so  remarkable,  the 
progress  of  piety  and  religious  instruction,  under  the  influ- 
ence of  such  a  teacher,  was  much  more  so.  It  was  in  spiritual 
matters  in  particular  that  the  youth  of  the  country  felt  the 
benefit  of  his  apostolic  zeal,  and  the  effects  still  remain.  A 
striking  proof  of  this  is  found  in  the  num'ber  of  religious  and 
sacerdotal  vocations  among  the  youths  educated  by  him.  In 
1889,  there  were  no  less  than  two  hundred  and  forty-five  Bro- 
thers of  the  Christian  Schools  from  the  district  of  Saugues,  the 
majority  of  them  being  his  former  pupils.  To  these  must  be 
added  a  considerable  number  who  entered  other  Orders  or  the 
secular  priesthood. 

The  life  of  the  Servant  of  God  was  thus  passed  in  the 
performance  of  good  works,  but  without  any  of  those  events 
which  render  a  life  glorious  in  the  sight  of  men.  The  object 
of  all  his  actions  was  to  do  God's  holy  will  and  to  sacrifice 
himself  for  the  sake  of  souls.  To  remain  unknown  was  his 
motto.  Nevertheless,  he  was  held  in  high  esteem,  as  well  out- 
side his  community  as  within  it.  His  reputation  for  sanctity, 
which  began  even  before  he  left  hame.  continued  to  increase. 
It  spread  among  the  rich  and  the  poor,  the  eccle'siastical  and 
the  civil  authorities,  and  especially  among  the  pupils  and  their 
parents,  and  among  the  Brothers,  who  had  occasion  to  know 
him  most  intimately;  wherever  he'  passed,  he  left  a  reputation 
for  sanctity.  At  a  health  resort,  whither  he  was  sent  by  his 
superiors  for  the  cure  of  rheumatic  pains,  it  was  said  that  his 
presence  produced  as  much  good  as  a  mission. 

At  Saugues  wheTe  the  good  Brother  passed  the  last  twenty 
years  of  his  life,  he  was  venerated  by  all,  and  was  commonly 


66  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

referred  to  as  the  saintly  Brother  Benildus.  His  pupils  paid 
him  great  respect  and  had  unbounded  confidence  in  him. 
While  they  named  the  other  Brothers  according  to  their 
classes  in  the  school,  they  designated  Brother  Beoildus  as  the 
saintly  Superior.  It  was  a  pleasure  to  them  to  be  in  his  com- 
pany, and  they  never  tired  of  seeing  or  hearing  him.  "Wheaa 
they  met  him  in  town,  they  would  gladly  have  accompanied 
him,  had  he  not  formally  prohibited  them.  But  the  youngest 
sometimes  forgot  the  prohibition.  They  ran  after  him,  pluck- 
ed his  mantle,  and  when  they  obtained  from  him  a  look,  a  word, 
and  especiall}^  a  picture,  they  went  back  full  of  joy. 

The  veneration  in  which  the  holy  man  was  held  was  par- 
ticularly manifested  in  the  number  of  persons  who  came  from 
town  and  country,  even  from  a  distance,  to  recommend  them- 
selves to  hisi  prayers  in  their  trouWes  and  afflictions,  and  in 
their  business  difficulties.  The  charitable  Brother  emtered 
into  their  designs  and  promised  to  pray  to  his  holy  Founder 
for  the  intentions  requested.  Many  people  who  were  sick 
or  otherwise  afflicted,  attributed  their  partial  or  complete  cure 
to  the  prayers  of  Brother  Benildus. 

It  was  a  remarkable  fact  that  some  persons,  who  for  vari- 
ous reasons  had  at  first  shown  him  little  sympathy,  ended  by 
bearing  testimony  to  his  san<;tity.  This  was  the  case  when 
some  parents  erroneously  believed  that  their  children  had  suf- 
fered injustice  at  his  hands.  It  was  even  so  with  the  worthy 
parish  priest  of  Saugues.  Being  desirous  to  introduce  into 
Saugues  the  members  of  another  religious  Order,  he  witness- 
ed with  some  reluctance  the  arrival  in  town  of  the  Christian 
Brothers  But  he  soon  declared  himself  entirely  in  their  fa- 
vor, and  professed  great  esteem  for  Brother  Benildus  whose 
confessor  he  was  for  twenty-one  years. 

Last  Years  and  Death. 

A  life  so  usefully  occupied,  and  so  edifying  to  all  those 
who  were  witnesses  of  it,  could  not  otherwise  than  end  in  a 
pious  and  happy  deat/h.     For  some  time,  the  Servant  of  God 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  67 

suffered  from  acute  rheumatism  which  he  endured  with  heroic 
patience.  Besides,  his  strength  was  also  exhausted  by  his  daily 
duties  and  by  his  various  acts  of  daily  mortification.  His 
health,  already  shattered,  received  such  a  s*hock  from  hearing 
of  a  serious  offence  committed  against  God,  that  he  never 
rallied.  It  is  believed  by  many  that  he  offered  his  life  as  a 
victim  of  expiation. 

The  Servant  of  God  had  a  premonition  of  his  approaching 
death  and  clearly  predicted  it  on  several  occasions.  To  a 
young  postulant  whom  he  was  sending  to  the  Novitiate  at  Le 
Pay,  he  said :  "You  are  the  last  I  shall  send  to  the  Novitiate"; 
and  so  it  turned  out.  Three  weeks  before  his  death  he  wished 
to  visit  the  parish  church  for  the  last  time  in  order  to  take 
leave  of  the  Divine  Host  of  the  Tabernacle.  He  remained 
there  for  some  minutes  prostrate  on  the  ground,  as  if  in 
ecstasy.  On  leaving  the  church,  he  remarked  to  the  Brother 
who  accompanied  him:    "I  shall  be  carried  here  next  time." 

In  spite  of  his  cruel  sufferings,  however,  he  performed  the 
duties  of  his  position  with  his  usual  regularity  as  long  as  his 
strength  remained.  On  Whitsunday,  1862,  he  felt  quite  ex- 
hausted; hoAvever,  he  could  still  get  up.  "With  great  difficulty, 
he  succeeded  in  dressing  himself,  and  repaired  to  the  chapel 
at  the  hour  for  Holy  Mass.  Here,  on  his  knees,  and  in  the 
attitude  of  angelic  devotion,  he  awaited  the  Most  Blessed 
Sacrament  which  was  borne  to  him  from  the  church.  To  those 
who  represented  to  him  the  danger  of  fainting,  he  replied  that 
it  was  more  becoming  thus  to  receive  Our  Blessed  Lord. 

He  was  never  known  to  complain  in  spite  of  the  acuteness 
of  his  pains,  and  when  asked  whether  he  suffered  much,  he 
replied  with  simplicity:  "It  is  nothing."  A  cancerous  sore 
on  his  side  gave  him  great  pain  when  obliged  to  change  posi- 
tion; then  he  merely  said,  as  was  his  wont:    "It  is  nothing." 

During  his  last  illness,  as  in  all  the  others,  he  omitted 
none  of  the  spiritual  exercises  if  he  could  help  it,  and  he  took 
care  that,  no  matter  what  discomfort  it  might  cause  him, 
the  regularity  of  the  community  exercises  should  not  be  dis- 


68  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


turbed  on  liis  aceoiint.  Thus,  he  was  anxious  that  his  illness 
should  not  interrupt  the  singing  practice  in  preparation  for 
the  annual  school  entertainment. 

On  the  night  of  the  12th  of  August,  the  doctor  who  attend- 
ed him,  and  who  regarded  his  patient  with  no  less  affection 
than  esteem,  perceived  that  the  progress  of  the  disease  was  so 
rapid  that  death  was  imminent.  He,  therefore,  informed  the 
sick  Brother  of  his  state.  Upon  hearing  the  news,  the  dying 
man  extended  his  hand  to  the  doctor,  thanked  him  cordially, 
and  promised  to  pray  for  him  and  for  all  his  friends  before 
the  throne  of  God. 

During  this  last  night  of  his  life,  the  Servant  of  God  pour- 
ed out  his  heart  in  acts  of  love-  for  God,  the  Most  Blessed 
Virgin,  and  the  angels  and  saints.  Kissing  the  crucifix  at- 
tached to  his  rosary  beads  and  making  the  sign  of  the  cross, 
he  piously  invoked  the  Adorable  Trinity,  and  begged  Our 
Divine  Saviour  to  apply  to  him  the  merits  of  His  Passion.  He 
addressed  the  Most  Blessed  Virgin  as  if  she  were  visibly  be- 
fore hira,  and  besought  the  holy  angels  and  his  patron  saints 
to  open  to  him  the  gates  of  Paradise.  The  Brothers  were 
gathered  around  his  bed.  He  made  them  recite  with  him  the 
prayers  for  the  agonizing,  after  himself  indicating  the  place 
in  the  book  where  they  were  to  be  found. 

On  the  arrival  of  his  confessor,  the  dying  man  made  his 
last  confession  with  his  accustomed  calmness,  but  with  such 
tears  and  contrition  as  though  he  had  been  the  greatest  sinner 
in  the  world.  The  Holy  Viaticum  was  theH  brought  to  him. 
At  sight  of  the  Most  Blessed  Sacrament,  the  holy  Brother 
was  deeply  moved :  "Behold,"  said  he,  "the  Lamb  of  God  who 
taketh  away  the  sins  of  the  world!  0  Jesus,  Son  of  David, 
have  pity  on  me.  If  Thou  wilt,  Thou  canst  cure  me.  I  ask  not 
for  the  health  of  the  body,  but  I  ask  Thee  to  say  but  -the  word 
and  my  soul  shall  be  healed  of  its  miseries  and  I  shall  be  less 
unworthy  to  receive  Thee."  After  receiving  Our  Divine  Lord, 
Brother  Benildus   showed  such   tenderness  of  devotion  in   a 


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colloquy  Avith  his  Saviour,  that  all  present  were  moved  to 
tears. 

The  dying  Brother  was  then  anointed  and  he  joined  in 
the  prayers  with  a  great  spirit  of  recollection,  and  with  ad- 
mirable sentiments  of  contrition,  confidence,  and  humility.  He 
asked  pardon  of  all  present  for  the  pain  he  might  have  caused 
them  and  for  the  bad  example  which  he  believed  he  had  given 
them. 

The  Servant  of  God  now  appeared  radiant  with  joy  and 
peace.  A  while  he  remained  absorbed  in  God;  then  he  ex- 
pressed in  fervent  aspirations  Ms  love  for  Jesus  and  Mary. 
"Oh,"  he  cried,  "what  a  good  Master  Jesus  is!  0  Saviour  of 
souls,  grant  me  to  sing  Thy  praises  for  all  eternity!  Live 
Jesus  whom  'I  love  and  whom  I  wish  to  love  more  and  more ! 
0  Jesus,  let  me  expire  upon  Thy  Sacred  Heart !  0  Mary 
Immaculate,  obtain  for  m^e  the  grace  of  a  happy  death!" 
Then  he  repeated  the  words  of  the  Psalmist:  "I  rejoiced 
at  the  things  that  were  said  to  me :  We  shall  go  into  the 
house  of  the  Lord." 

So  died  Brother  Benildus  in  the  peace  of  the  Lord  at 
seven  o'clock  on  the  morning  of  August  13th,  1862,  about  an 
hour  after  receiving  the  Last  Sacraments.  It  was  the  feast 
of  St.  Cassian,  the  martyr-teacher,  one  of  the  patrons  of  his 
Order  and  one  to  whom  the  Servant  of  God  had  a  particular 
devotion. 

As  soon  as  the  news  of  his  death  reached  the  town  of 
Saugues,  the  inhabitants  were  heard  to  exclaim:  "The  saint 
is  dead!  The  saint  is  dead!"  The  body,  clothed  in  the  reli- 
gious habit,  was  duly  laid  out  in  the  parlor  of  the  Brothers' 
house.  His  face  was  not  changed  in  death.  He  looked  as 
though  he  were  enjoying  a  peaceful  slumiber.  Throughout  the 
day  a  continuous  stream  of  people  came  to  take  a  last  look 
at  the  features  of  one  whose  virtues  they  had  so  long  admired. 
Not  satisfied  with  merely  placing  their  crosses,  pictures,  and 
rosaries  in  contact  with  the  body  of  the  Servant  of  God,  they 
were  anxious  to  take  away  something  that  had  belonged  to 
him.     One  of  his  mantles,  cut  in  a  thousand  pieces,  was  not 


70  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


sufficient  to  satisfy  the  piety  of  the  faithful.  The  Brothers 
were  obliged  to  oppose  an  energetic  resistance  to  prevent 
the  people  from  cutting  locks  of  his  hair  and  making  shreds 
of  the  habit  that  covered  the  deceased. 

The  funeral,  which  took  place  on  the  morning  of  August 
15th,  was  truly  an  extraordinary  demonstration.  In  spite 
of  a  downpour  of  rain,  all  the  religious  communities  of  Saugues, 
and  all  the  inhabitants  of  the  town  and  ^cf  the  neighboring 
country  came  flocking  to  the  ceremony.  The  church  could  not 
hold  the  crowd  and  many  were  obliged  to  remain  in  the  pub- 
lic square.  After  the  service,  the  body  of  Brother  Benildus 
was  'borne  to  its  last  renting  place  by  a  number  "of  his  old 
pupils,  who  claimed  that  honor  and  consolation.  In  order  to 
satisfy  a  larger  number,  it  was  agireed  that  they  should  relieve 
one  another  as  often  as  possible. 

Here  we  must  record  an  extraordinary  incident  which  was 
regarded  by  many  as  miraculous.  A  religious  of  the  Third 
Order  of  St.  Dominic  had  been  for  a  long  time  paralysed  so 
as  to  be  unable  to  walk.  She  had  always  held  Brother  Benil- 
dus in  great  veneration  and  often  as'ked  the  assistance  of  his 
prayers.  To  her  great  regret,  she  could  not  have  herself 
taken  to  the  remains  of  the  Servant  of  G'od  while  they  lay  in 
state.  However,  as  the  funeral  procession  passed  by,  she 
dragged  herself  to  the  door  by  means  of  a  staff  and  recom- 
mended herself  to  the  intercession  of  the  deceased.  She  was 
at  once  seized  with  a  sudden,  irresistible  desire  to  foll'ow  the 
procession.  She  endeavored  to  walk  and,  to  her  great  delight, 
found  herself  instantly  cured. 

Since  the  holy  Brother's  death  a  great  number  of  extra- 
ordinary spiritual  and  temporal  favors  appear  to  have  been 
obtained  through  his  intercession,  and  it  is  remarkable  that 
the  unanimous  confidence  which  the  faithful  have  testified 
from  the  first  towards  this  worthy  son  of  St.  De  La  Salle  has 
not  in  the  least  abated.  In  fact,  it  has  so  grown  that  the  num- 
ber of  favors  obtained  by  those  who  invoke  him  has  multi- 
plied in  a  striking  manner.  Instantaneous  cures  are  reported 
of  persons  who  had  been  afflicted  with  grievous  maladies,  some 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  71 


of  which  were  reputed  incurable.  Thus  the  prayers  address- 
ed to  the  Servant  of  God  have  been  heard  and  those  so  privil- 
eged, as  well  as  the  witnesses  of  the  graces  received,  vie  with 
one  another  in  extolling  the  extraordinary  power  of  the  Ven- 
era)ble  Brother  Benildus. 

The  grass  which  grows  about  his  resting-place  is  'cften 
plucked  and  employed  as  a  relic;  and  it  is  not  uncommon  to 
see  mothers  carry  their  ailing  children  to  the  tomb  and  obtain 
a  complete  cure  at  the  end  of  their  pious  pilgrimage. 

But  it  is,  above  all,  by  the  crucifix  which  had  been  used  by 
the  Servant  of  G*od,  that  the  most  extraordinary  favors  seem 
to  be  obtained.  A  little  child,  at  the  point  of  death,  was 
given  this  precious  crucifix  to  kiss,  and  was  immediately  re- 
stored to  health.  At  the  hospital,  an  obstinate  sinner  refused 
to  receive  the  Last  Sacraments.  He  was  given  this  same  cruci- 
fix to  kiss,  and  at  once  consented  to  receive  the  priest  and 
confessed  his  sins  with  sentiments  of  sincere  repentance. 

On  April  22.  1903,  His  Holiness  Pope  Leo  XIIL  signed  the 
Commission  of  Introduction  into  the  Court  of  Rome  of  the 
Cause  of  Beatification  and  of  Can>onization  of  Brother  Benildus, 
and  this  act  conferred  upon  the  Servant  of  God  the  title  Ven- 
erable. Since  then,  his  Cause  has  progressed  favorably  at 
Eome  and  his  many  clients  pray  that  before  long  the  holy 
teacher  may  be  glorified  by  the  Church. 

This  Veneraible  Servant  of  Gcd  may  well,  then,  serve  as  a 
model  for  students,  teachers,  and  religious,  encouraging  them 
to  devote  their  lives  to  the  cause  of  Christian  education,  bring- 
ing the  youth  of  our  day  to  the  feet  of  Him  who  said:  *' Suf- 
fer little  children  to  dome  unto  me  and  forbid  them  not,  for 
of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  Heaven." 

(In  obedience  to  the  decrees  of  Urban  VIII.,  we  protest  that 
we  wish  to  ascribe  to  the  facts,  eulogies,  and  attributed  quali- 
ties contained  in  the  above  sketch  of  the  life  of  Venerable 
Brother  Benildus,  only  a  purely  human  auth'ority,  and  we 
submit  entirely  to  the  judgment  of  our  Holy  Mother  the 
Church). 


72  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


®l|?  Ban  of  (^ah 

By  Rev.  James  B.  Dollabd,  Litt.D. 

Ah,  mild  and  sweet  and  loving  was  the  Son 
When  on  the  Earth  He  came  to  die  for  man ; 
Obedient  was  He  to  the  Father's  plan, 

And  by  His  sufferings  our  Redemption  won. 

But  now,  His  trials  past,  His  joys  begun, 
He  sita  in  awful  majesty  on  High, 
And  all  the  mighty  Powers  of  the  Sky, 

Praise  and  adore  Him  for  His  work  well  done ! 

His  Five  Wounds  blaze  like  stars.    His  kingly  head 
Wears  yet  that  cruel  Crown  to  Pilate  known; 

But  rubies  now  replace  the  thorns  so  red, 

Their  lambent  rays  to  all  in  Heaven  are  shown ! 

And  lo !  the  lifted  Cross,  in  lustre  dread, 

"Sign  of  the  Son  of  Man,"  stands  nigh  His  Throne ! 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  73 


Catholic    Women's    League    of   Canada 

The  Catholic  Women's  League  of  Canada  is  an  attempt  at 
filling  a  void  from  which  the  Catholic  body  all  over  the  Do- 
minion has  been  suffering  for  many  years.  Its  beautiful  motto 
— love  of  God  and  of  Canada — shows  in  brief  compass  the  area 
over  which  its  energies    will  extend. 

For  some  months  prior  to  the  inauguration  of  the  above- 
mentioned  Society  a  number  of  Toronto  women  had  become 
deeply  interested  in  the  works  which  were  carried  on  under 
the  auspices  of  the  Catholic  Women's  League  in  many  parts 
of  Canada.  Chaplains  and  soldiers,  on  their  return  from  the 
battlefield  and  hospital,  had  wonderful  stories  tO'  tell  of  what 
the  Catholic  Women's  League  of  England  had  done  during 
the  war  and  is  doing  since  the  declaration  of  peace. 

Later  on,  at  the  annual  meeting  of  the  Church  Extension 
Society  in  early  March,  1919,  His  Grace,  Archbishop  McNeil, 
threw  out  the  suggestion  that  the  Extension  might  possibly  see 
its  way  to  organizing  a  Catholic  Women's  League  which  would 
take  in  the  whole  of  Canada.  The  suggestion,  however,  was 
not  favorably  entertained  by  the  Extension,  as  the  work  upon 
which  it  was  engaged  engrossed  all  its  energies. 

Some  months  later,  on  March  the  21s't,  1919,  the  following 
ladies,  Mrs.  Kentleton,  Mrs.  A.  H.  McLean,  and  Miss  Mary 
Power,  B.A.,  waited  on  His  Grace  and  presented  correspondence 
which  had  passed  between  Mrs.  Kentleton  and  Miss  Margaret 
Fletcher,  the  well-known  author  of  several  books  on  ''Catholic 
Studies  on  Social  Reform,"  and  Secretary  of  the  Catholic  Wo- 
men's League  of  England. 

This  date,  the  21st  of  March,  1919,  is  practically  the  birth- 
day of  the  Catholic  Women's  League  of  Canada,  in  Toronto,  for 
on  that  date  the  first  steps  were  taken  towards  giving  practical 
shape  to  an  idea  which  has  been  simmering  for  some  time  in 
the  minds  of  several  persons.    Before  taking  leave  of  His  Grace, 


74  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

it  was  agreed  that  the  above-mentioned  three  ladies  should 
form  a  provisional  committee;  that  Miss  Mary  Power,  B.A., 
should  be  its  Secretary,  and  that  another  lady,  Miss  Marie 
Macdonnell,  who  had  already  interviewed  His  Grace  on  this 
question,  should  be  invited  to  lend  her  aid  as  a  fourth  member 
of  the  Provisional  Committee. 

The  first  work  His  Grace  asked  the  committee  to  under- 
take was  to  put  themselves  in  communication  with  bodies  of 
women  in  every  part  of  Canada,  to  invite  them  to  forward  to 
the  Provisional  Committee  signed  petitions  for  submission  to 
the  Archbishops  of  Canada,  carrying  the  approval  of  the  local 
Archbishop  or  Bishop,  and  asking  that  a  Catholic  Women's 
League  covering  all  Canada  be  organized.  The  petitioners  were 
to  be  asked,  to  emphasize  the  broad,  nation-wide  character  of 
the  new  organization.  His  Grace,  Archbishop  McNeil,  most 
kindly  offered  to  present  the  petition  to  a  meeting  of  Arch- 
bishops of  the  Dominion  which  was  to  be  held  on  the  26th  of 
April,  1919,  in  Quebec  City. 

The  first  meeting  of  the  Committee  was  held  on  March  23, 
1919,  when  Miss  Macdonnell,  on  the  motion  of  Mrs.  Kentletcn, 
seconded  by  Mrs.  McLean,  was  elected  Provisional  Chairwoman. 
Several  business  meetings  were  held  during  the  summer  and 
early  autumn. 

At  the  call  of  the  Provisional  Chairman  the  petitioners  met 
at  the  residence  of  His  Grace,  Archbishop  McNeil,  on  the  30th 
of  October,  1919.  A  nominating  committee  was  appointed,  con- 
sisting of  Mrs.  0 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  H.  T.  Kelly,  Miss  F.  Boland, 
Mis-s  McMahon  and  Mrs.  Kentleton.  This  committee  was  in- 
structed to  prepare  a  slate  for  submission  to  the  general  meet- 
ing in  order  to  provide  for  the  usual  officers:  President,  Vice- 
President,  Secretaries,  etc. 

The  inaugural  general  meeting  to  organize  the  Catholic  Wo- 
men's League  of  Canada  in  Toronto  was  held  in  Columbus  Hall 
on  the  30th  of  November,  1919.  His  Grace,  Archbishop  Mc- 
Neil, opened  the  meeting  with  prayer  and  then  pointed  out  the 
needl  of  a  larger  organization  of  Catholic  women  in  order  to 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  75 


co-operate  more  effectually  with  other  public  bodies  in  under- 
takings set  on  foot  for  the  welfare  of  the  country  at  large. 
He  added  that  a  committee  had  been  working,  for  some  time,  at 
the  formation  of  a  Catholic  Women's  League  of  Canada,  and 
called  on  Mrs.  O'Sullivan,  ccnvener  of  that  committee,  to  re- 
port. 

After  a  few  appropriate  words:  on  the  character  of  the  task 
imposed  on  her  and  her  committee,  she  read  the  result  of  the 
Committee's  labors.  It  was  in  the  shape  of  a  proposed  Exe- 
cutive Committee  which  was  to  hold  office  for  two  years.  The 
choice  of  the  Nominating  Committee  was  at  once  ratified  by  the 
meeting.     The  following  are  the  officers  chosen : 

Hon.  President — Miss  Marie  Macdonnell. 
President — Miss  Gertrude  Lawler,  M.A. 
First  Vice-President — Mrs.  Scott  Griffin. 
Second  Vice-President — Mrs.  J.  C.  Keenan. 
Third  Vice-President — Mrs.  W.  A.  Cavanagh. 
Corresponding  Secretary — Miss  Agnes  Warde. 
Recording  Secretary — Miss  Rose  Ferguson. 
Treasurer — Miss  Bertha  Boland. 

Miss  Lawler  was  then  called  to  the  chair,  and  the  applause 
which  greeted  her  as  she  took  her  seat  furnished  clear  evidence 
how  completely  the  large  audience  was  in  sympathy  with  the 
result  of  the  Nominating  Committee's  deliberations.  Miss 
Lawler,  in  a  graceful  little  speech,  expressed  her  thanks  both 
to  the  nominating  committee  and  to  the  meeting  at  large  which 
had  given  its  approval  to  the  committee's  choice,  and  her  deep 
sense  of  the  honor  which  had  been  done  her.  Whatever  mis- 
givings she  might  feel  in  venturing  to  accept  so  much  respon- 
sibility were  largely  allayed  by  the  consciousness  that  in  His 
Grace  she  would  find  at  once  suppport  and  guidance. 

At  the  suggestion  of  His  Grace,  the  first  work  to  be  under- 
taken by  the  League  was  the  raising  of  $1,000  as  a  contribution 
towards  repairing  the  destruction  wrought  by  the  Germans  in 
Louvain  University.    This  amount  has  already  been  raised. 


76  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

Later  on,  His  Grace  went  on  to  dwell,  for  the  benefit  of  the 
large  audience,  on  the  reasons  which  prompted  the  foundation 
of  the  League.  He  dwelt  on  the  need  of  co-operation  in  matters 
spiritual,  educational,  social,  in  order  to  tide  over  the  besetting 
dangers  around  and  about  us.  The  Catholic  Church  was  the 
great  steadying  power  amidst  the  upheavals  on  every  hand, 
and  good  organization,  national  and  international,  on  the  part 
of  thoughtful  men  and  women  would  help  the  Church's  efforts 
to  withhold  mankind  from  rushing  into  the  abyss  of  revolu- 
tion and  anarchism. 

After  His  Grace's  address,  Miss  Lawler  called  the  attention 
of  the  meeting  to  the  motto  of  the  League,  "For  love  of  God 
and  of  Canada,"  aptly  quoting  Tennyson's  lines: 
Love  thou  thy  land  with  love  far-brought 
From  out  the  storied  past. 

As  Catholic  Canadians,  she  said,  we  have  a  wonderful  past 
for  the  well-spring  of  our  patriotism. 

At  a  meeting  of  the  Catholic  Women's  League  of  Canada 
on  January  4,  1920,  in  Columbus  Hall,  the  President,  Miss 
Lawler,  presented,  as  the  joint  work  of  herself  and  other  mem- 
bers of  the  Executive,  a  draft  of  the  Constitution  under  which 
the  League  is  to  live.  She  dwelt  on  the  League's  motto,  its 
invocation,  and  other  details  connected  with  the  organization, 
in  such  wise  as  not  only  to  provoke  applause,  but  to  bring  home 
to  her  audience  of  Catholic  ladies  a  deeper  sense  of  the  pri- 
vileges and  duties  of  membership  in  the  League. 

At  the  above  meeting  also,  the  President  asked  the  Secre- 
tary to  read  the  names  of  the  pioneers  who  had  cleared  the 
way  for  the  formation  of  a  Catholic  Women's  League  of  Can- 
ada, and  then  went  on  to  say  that  not  only  the  President,  but 
every  member  of  the  League  owed  them  a  debt  of  gratitude. 
To  three  especially,  Mrs.  Kentleton,  Mrs.  McLean,  and  Miss 
Power,  the  best  thanks  of  all  were  due. 

When  all  this  was  done,  when  the  President  had  lucidly  set 
before  the  meeting  the  character  and  claims  of  their  Constitu- 
tion, it  was  with  a  propriety  at  once  beautiful  and  rare  that 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  77 


Mrs.  Kentleton  moved  and  Mrs.  Fee  Devine  seconded  that  the 
Constitution  of  the  Catholic  "Women's  League  of  Canada  be 
accepted  by  the  League  in  every  detail.    The  motion  carried. 

At  a  meeting  on  Jan.  26,  1920,  in  Columbus  Hall,  Mrs. 
Kavanagh,  who  presides  over  several  details  of  the  League's 
works,  gave  a  lucid  report  of  what  the  League  was  doing  in 
the  matter  of  Immigration  and  Women's  Social  Service  Com- 
mittees. 

Owing  to  the  prevalence  of  influenza,  the  League  opened, 
in  connection  with  the  Neighbourhood  Workers,  an  influenza 
relief-depot  at  87  King  St.  East,  Telephone  Main  127,  where 
donations  of  food  and  clothing  are  very  acceptable. 

LINA  O'NEILL, 

Sub-Convener  of  the  History  Committee. 


Bigm  of  spring 

The  windflower  on  the  greening  knoll, 
On  winter  fields,  the  loam, 
Across  the  sky  the  mystic  scroll 
Of  wild  geese  flocking  home, 
And  gladness  in  the  waiting  heart 
As  faith's  low  whisper  tells 
That  violets  soon  will  wake  and  start 
And  song  birds  fill  the  dells. 

The  heart  may  know  another  spring 

Where  life  is  grim  and  chill, — 

A  train  of  igraces  following 

Submission  to  God's  will. 

And  newly  as  the  springing  flower 

From  darkness  of  the  sod, 

Faith's  light  reveals  sharp  trial's  dower, — 

The  promises  of  God. 

By  Cathabine  'MoPabtxin   (in  Franciscan  Herald). 


78  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


(Blf^  iay*a   (SrarF 

By  Cakoline  D.  Swan. 

Vanish,  sweet  yielding,  0  stars  of  the  night, 

Come  in  thy  grayness,  0  tremulous  dawn! 
Come  in  your  pearlinesis,  glimmering  white, 
Frost-rune  or  dewdrops,  on  meadow  or  lawn. 
In  sky-bloom  new  given, 
Our  blush-ro8»  of  Heaven, 
Thou  showest  Thy  grace  of  the  Morning,  0  Lord. 

Bring  Thou  their  fulfilling,  these  gleamings  of  Hope ; 

Oh,  for  Thy  sun-blaze  of  Might  from  on  high ! 
Strength  for  the  battle-field  1    Power  to  cope 
With  Woe,  should  our  dear  ones  in  agony  lie. 
So  warm  and  so  near  u«, 
So  willing  to  cheer  us, 
We  bask  in  Thy  glory  of  Noonday,  0  Lord. 

Now,  i-oul,  see  how  softly  that  glory  concentres! 

Orange  and  scarlet  and  gold,  all  aflame, 
Image  that  Presence  no  soul  ever  enters 

Save  through  the  grace  of  Emmanuel's  name. 
Still  our  hearts'  yearning, 
0  Light  ever  burning! 
Pour  on  us  Thy  graca  of  the  Evening,  0  Lord! 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  79 

Dorothea's    Basket    of   Flowers 

By  S.  M.  H. 
"Feast  of  St.  Dorothea,  Virgin  and  Martyr,  Feb.  6." 


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..  HE  reading  of  the  "Lives  of  the  Saints,"  in  the  Refectory 
fi  this  morning  was  as  it  had  been  on  other  Feasts  of  St. 
Dorothea,  but  to-day  the  story  thrilled  me  as  it  never  had 
before,  and  every  incident  of  the  narrative  seemed  to  be  acted 
vividly  before  me.  Why  this  interest  now?  What  is  Doro- 
thea more  to  me  than  she  had  been  in  years  gone  by? 

Since  the  last  anniversary,  my  reading  of  Keller's  version 
of  the  legend  had  made  the  saint  of  the  roses  a  living  reality 
to  me.  The  pagan  lawyer  who  mockingly  challenged  the 
"Bride  of  Christ"  to  send  him  roses  from  the  garden  of  her 
Bridegroom,  was  no  longer  a  mere  abstraction,  but  the  slighted 
lover,  the  proud,  sensitive  dreamer, — the  Theophilus  of  the 
poet's  imagination. 

Gottfried  Keller,  the  man  whom  his  poet-friend,  Paul 
Heyse,  calls  "the  Shakespeare  of  the  German  short  story," 
does  not  treat  of  new  or  startling  problems.  He  takes  some 
story,  church  legend  or  folk  lore,  modernizes  it,  gives  it  drama- 
tic interest,  and  fairly  drenches  it  in  an  atmosphere  of  pure 
beauty.  If  in  the  "Seven  Legends,"  of  which  the  rose  story 
is  one,  Keller  has  drawn  on  his  imagination  for  details,  he  has 
not  altered  the  facts  as  stated  in  most  Lives  of  the  Saints,  but 
has  handled  these  facts  with  "the  delightful  naivete  of  a  Homer 
or  a  child.' 

If  in  a  different  spirit  from  this  Swiss  dreamer,  visionary 
and  romanticist  we,  after  reading  the  Lives  of  Saints,  say,  "Is 
this  true?"  and  take  down  the  Catholic  Encyclopedia  to  find 
what  that  calm,  cool  oracle  says;  what  that  sifter  of  the  true 
from  the  false,  that  balancer  of  for  and  against,  has  to  say  about 
the  miracle — the  startling  statement  that  has  proved  too  much 
for  our  credence,  we  generally  find  there  a  few  plain,  read- 


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ily  believed  statements.  We  are  then  told  that  out  of  this  sim- 
ple event  such  and  such  a  legend  grew.  So  it  is  with  our  saint's 
roses. 

"Before  she  was  executed,"  continues  the  chronicle,  "she 
sent  him  by  a  six-year-old  boy,  her  he  address,  which  was  found  to 
be  filled  with  a  heavenly  fragrance  of  roses  and  fruits. "  If  we 
would  prefer,  however,  like  the  "Little  Lives  of  the  Saints," 
to  hold  to  our  pretty  legend,  to  leave  on  it  the  moss-grown 
covering  that  envelopes  it,  let  us  read  Keller,  and  allow  his 
poetic  imagination  to  add  interest,  reality  and  a  charm  to  it  by 
his  "Dorothea's  Blumenkorbchen." 

On  the  southern  shore  of  the  Black  Sea,  not  far  from  the 
mouth  of  the  river  Kizil  Irmak,  there  lay  in  the  light  of  the 
brightest  of  spring  mornings,  a  Roman  villa.  From  the  wa- 
ters of  the  Pontus  a  northeast  wind  blew  refreshingly  through 
the  gardens,  making  the  heathen  and  the  secretly-professed 
Christians  feel  as  happy  as  the  trembling  leaves  on  the  trees. 

In  an  arbor  by  the  sea,  hidden  from  the  rest  of  the  world, 
stood  a  young  couple,  a  handsome  young  man,  and  a  frail 
maiden.  The  latter  held  up  a  large,  beautifully  carved  vessel 
made  of  transparent  reddish  stone  for  the  youth  to  admire; 
and  the  morning  sun  glanced  right  gloriously  through  the  vase- 
whose  red  glow  on  the  countenance  of  the  girl  helped  to  con- 
ceal her  blushes. 

She  was  the  daughter  of  a  patrician — Dorothea,  whom  Fa- 
bricius,  the  governor  of  the  Province  of  Cappadocia,  wooed 
eagerly.  Since,  however,  he  was  a  declared  persecutor  of 
Christians,  and  Dorothea's  parents  leaned  towards  the  new 
faith  and  sought  diligently  to  acquire  it,  they  resisted  as  far 
as  possible  the  intrusion  of  the  powerful  inquisitor. 

Not,  indeed,  that  they  wished  to  involve  their  children  in 
spiritual  combats  and  to  use  their  hearts  as  purchase-money  for 
their  faith;  they  were  too  noble  and  liberal-minded  for  this, 
but  still  they  thought  that  a  religious  persecutor  of  men  would 
be  at  all  times  a  poor  satisfier  of  hearts.  These  reflections  did 
not  affect  Dorothea  at  all,  since  she  possessed  another  weapon 


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against  the  wooing  of  the  governor,  namely,  the  affection  of 
his  private  secretary,  Theophilus,  who  was  just  then  standing 
beside  her  and  looking  curiously  into  the  reddish  vessel. 

Theophilus  was  a  very  well  built  and  handlsome  man  of 
Greek  extraction,  who  had  overcome  adverse  fortune,  and  stood 
high  in  the  opinion  of  others.  But  owing  to  the  hardships  of 
his  children  there  clung  about  him  a  tendency  to  distrust  and  a 
taciturn  disposition,  and  he  did  not  readily  believe  that  anyone 
would  care  for  him  for  his  own  sake. 

He  was  passionately  fond  of  Dorothea,  but  still  the  fact 
that  the  most  distinguished  man  in  Cappadocia  was  wooing  her 
deprived  him  of  any  hope  on  his  own  account,  for  not  at  any 
price  would  he  be  willing  to  cut  a  ridiculous  figure  beside  this 
gentleman. 

Nevertheless,  Dorothea  sought  to  lead  her  wishes  to  a  happy 
conclusion,  and  for  the  present,  to  make  sure  of  his  company 
as  often  as  possible.  And  since  he  appeared  continually  quiet 
and  indifferent,  her  passion  increased,  and  by  arch  little  devices 
she  sought  to  rouse  his  jealousy  and  stir  him  up ;  while  she 
seemed  to  be  always  busy  with  the  governor  Fabricius,  and  to 
be  becoming  more  and  more  friendly  towards  him. 

On  this  particular  day  Dorothea  wanted  to  show  Theophilus 
the  vase  which  a  kindly  disposed  uncle  had  sent  her  from 
Trapezuala  on  her  name-day.  Her  countenance  beamed  with 
pure  delight,  and  he,  too,  began  to  feel  genuinely  happy;  the 
sun  had  at  last  risen  on  him. 

But  the  Ancients  had  forgotten  to  name  the  jealous  god- 
dess who  is  ever  near  the  gracious  Eros  and  who  at  critical 
moments,  when  happiness  is  nearest,  throws  a  veil  over  the 
loved  ones'  eyes  and  distorts  the  words  in  his  mouth.  When 
she  had  confidently  given  the  vase  into  his  hands  and  he  had 
asked  her  who  had  sent  it,  a  youthful  giddiness  tempted  her  to 
answer  mischievously,  "Fabricius,''  feeling  sure  that  her  little 
wile  could  not  be  misunderstood. 

However,  she  was  unable  to  mingle  in  her  happy  laughter 
that  touch  of  sarcasm  at  the  mention  of  the  name  of  the  absent 


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one,  which  would  have  made  the  joke  evident,  and  Theophilus 
firmly  believed  that  her  pure,  honest  joy  concerned  only  the  gift 
and  the  giver  and  that  he  himself  had  fallen  into  a  trap,  while 
trespassing  in  a  sphere  already  closed  and  foreign  to  him. 

Silent  and  abashed,  he  cast  down  his  eyes,  began  to  tremble 
and  let  the  beautiful  curio-  fall  to  the  ground,  where  it  lay, 
broken  into  pieces.  In  the  first  dismay  of  the  moment,  Doro- 
thea entirely  forgot  her  joke  and  even  Theophilus,  and  stooped 
down  at  once  to  grieve  over  the  fragments,  crying  out,  "How 
awkward,"  without  looking  at  him,  so  that  she  did  not  notice 
the  change  in  his  face,  and  she  had  no  idea  of  his  misunder- 
standing. 

When  she  stood  up  again  and,  quickly  recovering  herself, 
turned  to  him,  Theophilus  had  proudly  regained  his  composure. 
Assuming  a  cold  and  indifferent  expression,  he  looked  at  her, 
begged  her  pardon  in  an  almost  sarcastic  tone,  promised  full 
compensation  for  the  broken  vase,  bowed  and  left  the  garden. 

Pale  and  sad,  Dorothea  looked  after  his  slender  figure 
wrapped  in  its  white  toga  and  the  black,  curly  head  held  on 
one  side,  as  if  in  deep  thought.  The  waves  of  the  silver  sea 
splashed  gently  and  slowly  against  the  marble  steps  of  the 
shore,  everything  else  was  silent  for  miles  around,  and  Dorothea 
stood  there  alone  in  the  silence  with  her  little  artifices  at  an  end. 

Weeping,  she  crept  back  to  her  room,  to  conceal  there  the 
collected  fragments  of  the  vase.  And  now  for  many  months 
they  saw  each  other  no  more ;  Theophilus  returned  without 
delay  to  the  capital,  and  when  Dorothea  also  came  back  in 
the  Autumn  in  fear  and  anxiety,  he  avoided  carefully  every 
gathering  where  there  might  be  a  possibility  of  meeting  her, 
and  so  all  the  happiness  was  past  and  gone  for  the  time. 

Now  it  happened  quite  naturally,  that  she  sought  consola- 
tion in  the  new  faith  of  her  parents,  who,  as  soon  as  they 
noticed  it,  did  not  hesitate  to  strengthen  their  child  therein, 
and  to  initiate  her  into  all  their  beliefs  and  ways  of  expres- 
sion. In  the  meanwhile  Dorothea's  seeming  liking  for  the 
Governor  bore  its  unlucky  fruits;  Fabricius  with  redoubled 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  83 

eagerness   renewed    his   wooing   and   considered    himself    en- 
titled to  do  .so. 

On  this  account  he  was  very  perplexed  when  Dorothea 
could  hardly  persuade  herself  to  look  at  him,  and  he  seemed 
to  have  become  more  repugnant  to  her  than  misfortune  it- 
self. Yet  for  that  reason  he  did  not  withdraw  his  suit;  on 
the  contrary  he  increased  his  importunity,  and  began  at  the 
same  time  to  find  fault  with  her  new  belief,  and  worry  her 
conscience,  mingling  flatteries  with  poorly  concealed  threats. 
Dorothea,  however,  openly  and  fearlessly  confessed  her  faith 
and  turned  from  him  as  from  an  unreal  shadow  which  one 
does  not  see. 

Theophilus  heard  of  all  this  and  knew  that  the  good  girl 
was  quite  unhappy.  The  most  surprising  thing  to  him  was 
the  news  that  she  would  positively  have  nothing  to  do  with 
the  Governor.  But  now  wherever  she  went  she  spoke  of  noth- 
ing except  in  the  most  tender  and  passionate  expressions 
about  her  heavenly  Bridegroom,  Whom  she  had  found,  Who 
was  waiting  her  in  immortal  beauty  to  take  her  to  His  heart 
and  to  give  her  the  roses  of  everlaiSting  life. 

He  did  not  understand  this  language  at  all;  it  vexed  and 
grieved  him,  and  filled  his  heart  with  a  strange  and  painful 
jealousy  of  the  unknown  God,  Who  had  infatuated  the  mind 
of  this  weak  woman,  for  he  could  understand  and  interpret 
the  expressions  of  the  excited  and  forsaken  Dorothea  in  no 
other  way  than  in  that  of  the  old  mythology. 

This  state  of  affairs  had  lasted  for  a  short  time  when 
Fabricius  unexpectedly  and  violently  interrupted  it.  Taking 
as  a  pretext  repeated  imperial  edicts  against  the  Christians, 
he  had  Dorothea  and  her  parents  imprisoned,  the  daughter, 
h&wever,  being  thrown  into  a  separate  dungeon  and  her  faith 
painfully  tested.  He  himself,  like  a  spy,  approached'  and 
heard  her  loudly  revile  the  old  gods,  and  confess  Christ  to 
be  the  only  Lord  of  the  world  wWom  she  loved  as  her  Spouse. 
Then  a  fierce  jealousy  seized  the  Governor.  He  resolved  on 
her  destruction,  and  ordered  her  to  be  tortured  and  if  she 
persisted,  to  be  put  to  death.    Then  he  went  his  way. 


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She  was  laid  on  an  iron  grate  under  which  burning  coals 
were  placed  in  such  a  way  that  the  heat  rose  very  slowly. 
But  still  it  hurt  the  tender  body.  She  gave  a  stifled  cry  a 
few  times  when  her  chained  limbs  moved  on  the  grate  and 
the  tears  flowed  from  her  eyes.  Meanwhile  Theophilus,  who 
had  been  careful  to  keep  away  from  any  participation  in  the 
persecution,  heard  this,  and  full  of  anxiety  and  terror,  has- 
tened thither;  forgetting  his  own  safety,  he  pushed  through 
the  gaping  eroAvd,  and  when  he  heard  Dorothea  herself  moan 
softly  in  pain,  he  snatched  a  soldier's  sword,  and  with  one 
bound  was  beside  the  bed  of  torture.  ''Does  it  hHirt  very 
much,  Dorothea?"'  said  he,  smiling  with  difficulty  as  he  pre- 
pared to  cut  through  her  bonds.  But  she  answered  as  i:^ 
suddienly  free  from  all  pain  and  full  of  ecstasy.  "How  could 
it  hurt,  Theophilus?  These  are  the  roses  of  my  well-beloved 
Bridegroom,  on  which  I  am  lying.  See,  this  is  my  bridal  day.'' 
At  once  a  slight  smile  hovered  around  her  lips,  while  her 
eyes  eyes  full  of  heavenly  bliss  rested  on  him.  At  the  same 
time  a  celestial  brightness  around  her  couch  seemed  to  glorify 
it ;  a  solemn  stillness  spread  around.  Theophilus  let  his  sword 
fall,  and  smiling  bitterly,  said,  "Do  you  know  what  you  can 
do,  Dorothea?  Send  me  a  few  of  the  roses  and  apples,  when 
you  go  over  there  as  a  proof." 

She  bowed  kindly  and  went  on  her  way.  Theophilus 
looked  after  her  until  the  clouds  of  dust  which  the  crowd 
had  raised,  and  which  shone  golden  in  the  evening  sunshine, 
disappeared  in  the  distance  and  the  street  was  empty  and 
quiet. 

Then  he  went  with  covered  head  back  to  his  house  and 
with  faltering  steps,  made  his  way  to  the  roof  from  which 
he  could  -see  as  far  as  the  mountain  range  of  Argeus  on  a 
spur  of  which  was  the  place  of  execution.  He  could  plainly 
distinguish  there  a  dark  crowd  of  people,  and  he  spread  out 
his  arms  yearningly  in  that  direction.  Then,  imagining  he  could 
see  the  falling  axe  flash  in  the  sunlight,  he  completely  broke 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  85 

down.  And  indeed  at  this  time  Dorothea's  head  had  so  fallen. 
But  he  had  not  been  lying  there  motionless  long  when  a  bright 
radiance  illumined  the  dusk,  and,  shining  through  Theophilus' 
hands  which  covered  bis  face,  flowed  into  his  closed  eyes  like  a 
river  of  gold.    At  the  same  time  a  sweet  odor  filled  the  air. 

As  if  filled  with  an  unknown  new  life,  the  young  man 
arose ;  a  wonderfully  beautiful  boy  stood  before  him,  with 
golden  ringlets,  star-spangled  garments,  and  shining  bare 
feet,  carrying  in  his  radiant  hands  a  little  basket.  The  bas- 
ket was  filled  with  roses  more  beautiful  than  anyone  had 
ever  seen  before,  and  among  these  roses  lay  three  apples  of 
paradise. 

With  an  infinitely  true  and  open-hearted  smile,  and  still 
with  a  certain  charming  cunning,  the  child  said:  "Dorothea 
sends  you  this."  Then  giving  the  little  basket  into  Theo- 
philus' hands,  saying,  "Are  you  sure  you  have  it?"  vanished. 
Theophilus  held  the  basket,  which  was  actually  a  reality, 
in  his  hands;  the  three  apples  he  found  slightly  bitten  into 
by  two  dainty  teeth,  as  was  customary  a»mong  lovers  of  olden 
times.     These  he  ate  slowly  under  the  starry  sky. 

An  intense  longing  filled  him  with  sweet  fire  and  pressing 
the  little  basket  to  his  heart  as  he  covered  it  with  his  mantle, 
he  hastened  down  from  the  roof,  out  through  the  streets, 
to  the  palace  of  the  Governor,  who  sat  at  a  banquet  seeking 
to  quell,  by  drinking  deep  of  the  wine  of  Colchis,  the  wild 
fury  that  filled  him.  With  blazing  eyes,  Theophilusi  strode 
before  him,  without  uncovering  his  basket,  and  called  out  be- 
fore the  whole  house,  "I  acknowledge  myself  of  Dorothea's 
faith,  for  which  she  has  suffered  death;  it  is/  the  only  true 
one." 

"Follow  the  witch,  then,"  answered  the  Governor,  who, 
tormented  by  sudden  wrath  and  a  burning  jealousy,  sprang 
up  and  gave  orders  to  have  his  secretary  beheaded  that  very 
hour.  So  was  Theophilus  on  that  very  day*  united  with 
Dorothea  forever. 


86  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

The  Late  Nora  Margaret  Moriarty 

By  Rev.  P.  J.  Kirby. 

Called  by  God  to  her  everlasting  home  after  a  mercifully 
brief  illness,  the  departure  of  Nora  Moriarty  in  the  early  bloom 
of  life,  leaves  many  a  heart  full  of  deep  sorrow  and  sadness. 

Miss  Moriarty  was  born  in  Toronto  of  parents  kindly  Irish 
of  the  Irish.  Her  primary  school  education  was  conducted 
under  the  direction  of  the  Sisters  of  St.  Joseph  in  her  own 
parish  school — St.  Patrick's.  She  subsequently  graduated  from 
St.  Joseph's  High  School.  During  her  school  course  she  gave 
well-remembered  evidences  of  the  beautiful  unfolding  of  those 
various  amiable  qualities  of  mind  and  heart  that  adorned  her 
whole  life.  The  grave  and  gracious  modesty  which  marked  the 
early  days  of  this  little  Irish  maiden ;  her  sweetness  of  disposi- 
tion, her  deference  to  authority  and  thoughtful  consideration 
for  others,  were  more  and  more  matured  when  later  years 
found  her  appointed  Assistant  Librarian  in  the  Toronto  Public 
Library.  Those  who  have  been  accustomed  to  frequent  the 
High  Park  Branch  of  the  Library  since  its  opening  three  years 
ago,  admiringly  testify  to  the  cordial,  graceful  attention  be- 
stowed on  visitors  during  the  capable  administration  of  that 
Branch  by  Miss  Moriarty.  The  keenest  pressure  of  work,  or 
the  most  irritating  demands  that  must  occasionally  encroach 
on  one's  time  and  patience  never  made  a  change  in  her  calm 
deportment.  When  care  and  worry  weighed  heaviest  on  her 
gentle  spirit  no  expression  of  impatience  ruffled  the  modulated 
tones  of  her  voice,  nor  did  the  faintest  ripple  of  annoyance 
shadow  her  clear  brow.  It  was  a  guiding  principle  of  her  life 
that  personal  cares  and  troubles  are  precious  pearls  which 
find  value  in  the  Eternal  Exchange,  and  it  were  folly  to  cast 
them  to  the  idle  winds  of  complaint  and  impatience,  or  more 
idle  still,  to  inflict  them  on  others.  Many  a  patron  of  the 
library,  feverishly  hurried  in  the  desire  to  solve  some  problem 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  87 


of  literary  research  can  gratefully  recall  how  the  courteous 
direction  and  unpretentiously  expressed  opinion  of  Miss  Mor- 
iarty  afforded  the  desired  information.  Thai  Directors  of  the 
Library  esteemed  her  an  authority  on  matters  literary — and 
with  good  reason.  Her  knowledge  of  sound  authors  was  ex- 
tensive and  solid.  Her  decision  in  affairs  connected  with  the 
business  of  books  carried  weight  and  merit. 

Nature  endowed  her  with  an  intellect  clear  and  comprehen- 
sive. Her  judgment  was  straight,  unbiased  and  unclouded. 
She  was  tolerant  of  the  opinion  of  others,  even  when  those 
were  much  adverse  to  her  own.  'In  conversation  her  ideas  were 
expresised  with  pleasing  candor  and  grace.  She  never  became 
obtrusive.  Her  speech  and  demeanor  reflected  a  high  degree 
of  refined  culture  attributable  to  devout  religious  practices 
and  wide  literary  attainments. 

From  her  Irish  parents  she  inherited  the  many  genuine  vir- 
tues that  especially  adorn  those  of  their  race  who  strive  with 
undying  hope  for  the  materialism  of  its  God-given  ideals,  and 
who  suffer  for  their  unwavering  fidelity  to  those  ideals.  Vir- 
tues are  developed  and  strengthened  by  trial  and  suffering. 
As  there  are  few  families  whose  fidelity  to  Ireland  was  more 
severely  proved  than  that  of  the  late  Mr.  Moriarty,  there  are 
few  wherein  nobler  Irish  traits  of  mind  and  heart  were  so 
brightly  reflected.  Blessed  by  God  with  parents  so  true  and 
noble,  Nora  Moriarty  became  imbued  with  a  self-sacrificing  love 
for  Ireland  which  graced  the  development  of  her  beautiful  char- 
acter. The  amiable  charm  and  traditions  of  Irish  womanhood 
were  revealed  in  her  lovely  life. 

Strongly  attached  to  the  land  of  her  birth,  respecting  its 
greatness,  and  earnest  in  her  efforts  to  effect  its  welfare  as  far 
as  her  allotted  sphere  demanded,  yet  the  full  love  of  her  gener- 
ous tender  heart  was  reserved  for  the  land  of  her  parents.  The 
sorrows  and  joys  of  Ireland  were  her  sorrows  and  joys.  She 
gloried  in  the  glories  of  Ireland.  She  wept  for  the  bondage 
of  her  people,  and  prayed  devoutly  that  the  Freedom  which 
comes  from  God's  Right  Hand  might  speedily  be  theirs.    She 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


lamented  her  estrangement  from  the  land  of  her  love  and  fol- 
lowed the  progress  of  its  liberation  with  ardent  eagerness.  She 
was  wont  at  times  to  say  to  an  intimate  friend,  "My  soul  is 
Irish,  my  heart  is  in  Ireland,  I  feel  I  belong  there.  I  am  an 
exile  here.''  Such  is  the'  love  of  an  Irish  heart.  Sne  was  not, 
however,  so  exclusively  nationalistic  as  not  to  see  the  crimes 
against  Justice  in  every  land.  But  knowing  that  human  capa- 
bility in  removing  them  must  first  be  exerted  in  favour  of  our 
own,  she  endeavoured  to  live  worthy  of  the  best  traditions  of 
her  race.  In  this  way  she  did  her  part  to  lighten  the  load  of 
oppression.. 

To  her  keen  vision  the  basic  root  and  trouble  in  Ireland's 
national  and  economic  conflict  was  a  question  of  Justice.  She 
bitterly  bewailed  man's  inhumanity  to  man.  "0  mighty  Eng- 
land," she  would  say  pathetically,  ''you  have  power  to  free 
Ireland  to-day,  but  you  could  no  more  repair  your  past  in- 
juries to  her  than  could  Adam  repair  the  Fall.  Welding  the 
broken  links  of  Irish  civilization  must  remain  a  long  and  tedi- 
ous labour  for  a  free  Irish  people," 

Every  movement  for  the  advancement  of  Irish  interests 
had  her  active  co-operation.  She  was  a  zealous  student  of  the 
Irish  language,  and  had  gained  quite  an  adept  fluency  of  ex- 
pression in  it.  By  serious  application  and  faithful  attendance 
at  the  Gaelic  League  lectures  she  had  acquired  an  acquaintance 
with  Irish  grammar  surpassed  by  few  of  her  fellow  members. 
Certainly  none  of  them  could  claim  a  more  thorough  know- 
ledge of  Irish  history.  The  members  of  the  League  will  sadly 
miss  heir  genial  aid  and  presence  for  many  a  long  day. 

Her  life  was  like  a  golden  sunbeam  sent  from  the  loving 
heart  of  God  to  cheer  and  ennoble  our  weary  way  in  a  sordid 
world.  The  golden  ray  has  returned  to  the*  fond  Eternal  Bosom, 
leaving  the  lives  of  her  many  friends  overcast  by  the  sombre 
shadows  of  grief  and  sorrow.  However,  memory  can  pierce 
through  those  dark  shadows  and  the  remembrance  of  her 
sweetness  and  virtue  will  encourage  our  striving  after  the 
higher  things  of  the  spirit. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  89 

Her  last  illness  was  rather  painful,  but  brief.  She  retained 
consciousness  up  to  a  few  moments  before  death.  Fortified  with 
the  saving  graces  of  the  Church  which  she  faithfully  served, 
she  calmly  breathed  forth  her  gentle  spirit  into  the  arms  of  that 
dear  Saviour  Who  has  said:  "Well  done  thou  good  and  faith- 
ful servant." 

She  was  buried  from  the  Church  of  the  Holy  Family,  Park- 
dale.  The  Requiem  Mass  was  celebrated  by  the  Rev.  Father 
Kirby  of  that  Church,  in  the  presence  of  a  large  and  sympathe- 
tic congregation.  Her  brave:  and  generous  Irish  heart  lies 
lightly  on  the  bosom  of  Mother  Earth  in  St.  Michael's  Cemie^- 
tery.    Her  soul  rests  sweetly  in  the  bosom  of  Godu 

Her  afflicted  mother,  sister,  brother  and  many  sorrowing 
friends,  are  consoled  by  the  recollection  of  her  saintly  life,  and 
by  the  Divine  assurance  of  the  Saviour  Who  hasi  promised  to 
His  faithful  followers  an  eternally  happy  reunion,  in  those 
solemn  words,  "I  am  the  Resurrection  and  the  Life,  He  that 
believeth  in  me  even  though  he  be  dead,  shall  live." 

May  her  soul  rest  in  peace  ! 


'Tis  not  the  thought  of  glory  won, 
Of  hoarded  gold  or  pleasures  gone, 
But  one  bright  course  from  earliest  youth, 
Of  changeless  faith,  unbroken  truth, 
This  turns  to  gold  the  vapors  dun 
That  close  on  life's  descending  sun. 

— Gerald  Griffin. 


90  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


Officers  of  the  St.  Joseph's  College 
Alumnae  Association 


1919-1920 


Honorary  Patron— The  Very  Rev.  W.  R.  Harris.  D.D.,  LL.D. 

Spiritual  Director— The  Rev.  E.  Murray,  C.S.B. 

Honorary  President — The  Reverend  Mother  Superior  of  the 
Community  of  St.  Joseph. 

President — Mrs.  J.  E.  Day. 

Vice-Presidents — Miss  M.  L.  Hart,  Miss  Ina  Larkin,  Mrs. 
Paul  0 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  T.  F.  McMahon,  Mrs.  J.  D.  Warde. 

Counsellors — Mrs.  J.  A.  Thompson,  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy, 
Misses  Nellie  Kennedy,  and  Mary  McGrath. 

Recording  Secretary — Mrs.  C.  F.  Riley. 

Treasurer — Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse. 

City  Correspondence  Secretary — Miss  Edna  Mulqueen. 

Out-of-Town  Correspondence  Secretary — Miss  Cecil  Healy. 

Press  Secretary — Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron. 

Historians — Mrs.  Fred  O'Connor,  Mrs.  F.  P.  Brazil.  .^x 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  91 

Alumnae    Items 

A  happy  Easter  to  the  Alumnae ! 

•  •     •     • 

Do  not  fail  to  notify  us  of  any  change  in  your  address. 

•  •     •     • 

Miss  Mary  Brophy  is  acting  recording  secretary  during 
the  absence  of  Miss  Edna  Mulqueen  in  Los  Angeles. 

•  •     •     • 

Nov.  17. — Mrs.  Ambrose  Small  gave  a  delightful  tea  at  her 
home  in  Glen  Road  in  aid  of  the  sewing  circle  of  St.  Mary's 
Maternity  Home. 

•  •     •     • 

Nov.  30,  Sunday. — A  largely  attended  meeting  of  the  Ca- 
tholic women  of  Toronto  inaugurated  a  new  society  to  be  known 
as  the  Catholic  Women's  League  of  Canada  to  organize  and  co- 
ordinate the  various  Catholic  activities  in  view  to  greater  effi- 
ciency in  the  use  of  their  forces  and  resources.  His  Grace, 
Archbishop  Neil  McNeil,  presided,  and  the  following  ladies 
were  nominated  and  elected  to  the  Executive :  President,  Miss 
Gertrude  Lawlor;  First  Vice-President,  Mrs.  Scott  Griffin; 
Second  Vice-President,  Mrs.  J.  C.  Keenan;  Third  Vice-Presi- 
dent, Mrs.  W.  A.  Kavanagh,  and  Recording  Secretary,  Miss 
Rose  Ferguson.  Their  motto  is  ''For  love  of  God  and  of  Can- 
ada," and  the  League  is  placed  under  the  protection  of  the 
Holy  Mother  of  God,  and  the  words,  "Not  to  us,  0  Lord,  but 
to  Thy  Name,  give  glory,"  are  to  guide  and  give  spirit  to  the 
work  carried  on.  The  emblem  is  not,  at  the  time  of  writing, 
fully  determined,  but  blue,  emblematic  of  fidelity,  and  the 
white  carnation,  denoting  purity,  are  to  be  used  by  the  mem- 
bers in  displays  and  decorations. 

•  •     •     • 

The  Catholic  Women's  League  has  been  fortunate  in  the 
selection  of  Miss  Gertrude  Lawler  as  its  President.    No  one  is 


92  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

more  fitted  for  the  office  than  this  clever  woman.  Her  work 
in  the  past  has  proved  her  capability  of  bearing  the  great  re- 
sponsibility. The  burden,  no  doubt,  will  be  heavy,  but  we  feel 
confident  that  Miss  Lawler  will  perform  her  duties,  as  she  al- 
ways has,  successfully  and  well.  St.  Joseph's  best  wishes  are 
with  Miss  Lawler  at  all  times,  and  a  thrill  of  delight  pierced 
the  heart  of  every  member  on  the  announcement  of  the  honor 
given  Miss  Lawler,  the  organizer  and  first  President  of  St. 
Joseph's  College  Alumnae. 

•  •     •     • 

Dec.  6. — A  great  audience  assembled  in  Massey  Hall  for  the 
concert  under  the  auspices  of  the  Federated  Christian  Mothers, 
of  which  Mrs.  Ambrose  Small  is  President.  May  Peterson,  of 
the  Metropolitan  Opera,  and  Signor  Sevasta,  harpist,  supplied 
the  programme,  which  in  its  arrangement,  gave  ample  scope 
for  the  versatility  of  both  artists.  The  result  of  the  concert, 
financially  and  artistically,  was  exceedingly  gratifying  to  those 

responsible  for  it. 

•  •     •     • 

Miss  Isabel  Hidley,  with  her  mother,  Mrs.  J.  S.  W.  Ridley, 
and  Miss  Katherine  Ridley,  were  "at  home''  to  a  large  number 
of  friends  in  the  pretty  rooms  of  the  Woman's  Art  Association. 
An  interesting  programme  was  provided  by  Misses  Bessie  Hut- 
chinson and  Latimer.    Miss  Isabel  Ridley  accompanied  them. 

•  •     «     • 

Dec.  8. — A  meeting  of  the  Fancy  Sale  Committees  was  held 
at  the  home  of  the  President,  Mrs.  J.  E.  Day,  when  the  financial 
report  showed  that  there  was  a  net  return  from  the  bazaar  of 
$822. 

•  *     •     • 

"Tadousac  and  Its  Indian  Chapel"  is  a  delightful  volume, 
and  gives  the  reader  a  rare  treat  in  the  descriptions  of  the  awe- 
inspiring  scenery  surrounding  Tadousac  and  the  Saguenay. 
It  is  from  the  pen  of  our  beloved  Honorary  Patron,  the  Very 
Rev.  W.  R.  Harris,  D.D.,  LL.D.  May  we  not  hope  that  many 
more  of  his  interesting  travels  will  be  published? 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  93 

Mrs.  T.  F.  McMahon  won  the  fifty  dollar  Victory  Bond 
given  by  Miss  Frances  Cassidy  in  aid  of  the  Carmelite  Sisters' 
Orphanage.    Congratulations! 

•     •     •     • 

During  the  Christmas  season  the  ladies  of  the  Knights  of 
Columbus  Auxiliary  distributed  Yuletide  cheer  at  the  various 
military  hospitals  by  giving  each  soldier  a  box  containing  a 
dozen  gifts.  The  Convener  of  the  Auxiliary's  Committee  made 
the  arrangements  and'  the  following  ladies  did  the  visiting : 
Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse,  Mrs.  A.  J.  McDonagh,  Mrs.  J.  A.  Mc- 
Diarmid  and  Misses  M.  Latchford,  B.  Leonard,  L.  Gough,  M. 
Brophy  and  M.  Morrow. 

•     •     •     • 

It  is  interesting  to  note  that  Cardinal  Gibbons  in  his  ad- 
dress of  welcome  at  the  session  of  the  International  Federa- 
tion of  Catholic  Alumnae,  in  Baltimore,  said:  "As  I  have  said 
many  times  before,  I  do  not  know  what  would  become  of  the 
Church  and  society  at  large  if  it  were  not  for  the  female  sex. 
I  will  leave  out  of  consideration  what  the  religious  women  are 
doing.  I  will  say  nothing  of  that  grand  army  of  teaching  wo- 
men throughout  the  country.  The  Catholic  school  has  become 
a  factor  for  the  development  of  Christianity,  and  therefore  for 
true  Christian  civilization. 

The  whole  country  knows  what  woman  has  done  through- 
out the  late  war.  True, :  she  did  not  fire  any  guns,  or  draw 
swords.  But  she  did  a  great  deal  for  the  happy  consummation 
of  the  war.  She  visited  our  soldiers,  cheered  them,  brought 
into  their  lives  comfort  and  joy. 

I  was  informed  that  it  lies  within  your  line,  now  that  we 
have  peace,  to  take  an  interest  in  civil  affairs.  Yours  is  a  do- 
mestic kingdom.  Your  sphere  is  the  home,  to  make  it  joyous, 
bright,  and  happy.  Home  is  a  very  desolate  place  without  a 
mother,  or  wife  to  cheer  it.  Your  part,  therefore,  is  to  exercise 
a  mission  in  the  domestic  kingdom.  'If  you  sanctify  the  home 
you  will  sanctify  the  nation." 


94  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

To  Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse  came  the  following  letter  from  the 
K.  of  C.  Catholic  Army  Huts:  "Toronto,  December  24,  1919,— 
I  had  hoped  to  have  seen  you  yesterday  at  one  of  the  hospitals, 
but  was  disappointed.  I  am  now  sending  you  a  little  souvenir 
(a  gold  bar  pin  with  the  K.  of  C.  crest)  because  of  the  splendid 
work  you  did  and  are  doing  for  us  in  connection  with  the  Ca- 
tholic Army  Huts,  and  I  desire  on  behalf  of  the  Committee  to 
express  to  you  our  most  sincere  thanks  for  the  unselfish  manner 
in  which  you  have  worked  for  us  at  all  seasons.  Wishing  you 
the  compliments  of  the  season,  I  am,  sincerely,  W.  T.  Kerna- 
han." 


Dec.  31.— Mrs.  Paul  0 'Sullivan,  Third  Vice-President, 
proved  a  charming  hostess  when  she  invited  a  number  of  ladies 
to  afternoon  tea  and  to  meet  her  infant  daughter. 

*     #     «     • 

January  9. — The  first  reception  held  by  Mrs.  Lionel  Clarke, 
the  new  hostess  at  the  Government  House,  established  a  record, 
having  had  some  2,650  callers,  among  whom  were :  Mre.  Scott 
Griffin,  Mrs.  F.  McCarthy,  Mrs.  Manning  Doherty,  Miss  Ger- 
trude Lawler  and  Miss  Isabel  Ridley. 

•     •     •     • 

January  14. — Most  Reverend  Neil  McNeil,  D.D.,  paid  hom- 
age to  Cardinal  Mercier  in  a  most  interesting  lecture  on  his 
beloved  "Louvain"  in  Convocation  Hall.  On  the  platform 
were  the  Executive  of  the  Catholic  Women's  League  of  Can- 
ada, under  whose  auspices  the  lecture  was  given.  Others  pres- 
ent were:  Mrs.  James  E.  Day,  Mrs.  A.  J.  Gough,  Mrs.  J.  D. 
Warde,  Mrs.  A.  J.  McDonagh,  Miss  R.  Ferguson,  Miss  P.  Mc- 
Bride. 

His  Eminence  Cardinal  Mercier  is  safely  home  again  in 
Malines,  Belgium.  "He  departed  from  this  side  leaving  a 
nation  which  greeted  him  with  the  admiration  due  a  hero,  and 
said  good-bye  with  the  affection  given  a  friend." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  95 

Among  the  smart  social  events  of  the  season  have  been  the 
balls  at  the  King  Edward,  under  the  auspices  of  the  Edward 
Kylie  I.O.D.E.  Rosary  Guild,  and  Liguorian.  It  has  been  gra- 
tifying to  the  extreme  to  note  the  number  of  St.  Joseph's  Col- 
lege Alumnae  who  have  given  their  patronage  to  all  the  ap- 
peals. Mrs.  L.  J.  Phelan,  Mrs.  G.  R.  Griffin,  Mrs.  M.  Healy, 
Mrs.  A.  J.  Gough,  Mrs.  W.  A.  Cavanagh,  Mrs.  R.  P.  Gough,  Mrs. 
John  O'Neil,  Mrs.  A.  J.  McDonagh,  Mrs.  J.  C.  Keenan,  Mrs. 
James  E.  Day,  Mrs.  James  D.  Warde,  Mrs.  P.  W.  O'Brien,  Mrs. 
W.  J.  Hohlstein,  and  Misses  Zeta  Hurley,  K.  McCrohan,  Eileen 
Korman,  Naomi  Gibson,  Ruth  Warde  and  Lilian  Gough. 

•  •     •     • 

Mrs.  L.  A.  Hamilton,  the  first  female  ''alderman"  in  the 
city  council,  gave  a  very  interesting  tea  at  her  home  in  St. 
Joseph  St.  Mrs.  Hamilton  made  occasion  to  give  a  short  speech^ 
and  eloquently  thanked  he-r  supporters  for  their  untiring  work 
in  her  behalf  during  the  civic  election.  Miss  M.  L.  Hart  did 
honor  to  the  event  by  calling. 

•  •     •     • 

Bon  Voyage  to  Countess  de  Lessops,  who  sailed  from  New 
York  for  Paris,  having  been  in  town  visiting  he-r  sisters,  Mrs. 
Scott  Griffin  and  Mrs.  F.  McCarthy. 

•  •     •    • 

St.  Joseph's  sent  best  wishes  for  future  happiness  in  re- 
sponse to  the  announcement  of  the  marriage  of  Miss  Florence 
Meader,  M.D.,  to  Mr.  John  Felix  Rees.  The  marriage  took 
place  in  St.  Mary's  Paulist  church,  Chicago.  Mrs.  Rees  gradu- 
ated from  St.  Joseph's  in  1914. 

•  «     «     •- 

Sincerest  sympathy  is  extended  to  Mrs.  J.  J.  Cassidy,  whose 
sen  succumbed  to  an  illness  contracted  while  serving  overseas; 
to  Miss  Isabel  Dwyer  on  the  death  of  her  beloved  brother.  Dr. 

Robert  Dwyer ;  to  the  friends  of  the-  late  Miss  Sarah  Lysaght. 

•  •     •     • 

January  27. — A  most  interesting  meeting  of  the  Executive 
was  held  in  the  College  Club  room,  when  Rev.  Mother  Alberta 


96  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

gave  some  very  entertaining  details  of  her  recent  trip  of  in- 
spection to  the  West.  It  was  decided  that  the  Annual  Banquet 
will  be  held  March  17,  and  it  is  expected  that  every  member 
v/ill  do  her  utmost  to  make  this  a  big  affair.  Afternoon  tea 
was  served  at  the  adjournment  of  the  meeting,  and  those  who 
enjoyed  it  were :  Mrs.  J.  E.  Day,  Mrs.  F.  P.  Brazil,  Miss  M.  L. 
Hart,  Mrs.  B.  L.  Monkhouse,  Mrs.  Thomas  McCarron,  Mrs. 
Paul  O 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  J.  J.  M.  Landy  and  Misses  M.  Brophy 
and  M.  Morrow. 

#     *     *     *     • 

January  29. — Mrs.  John  Rogers  threw  open  her  lovely  home 
in  St.  George  Street  for  a  very  successful  bridge  in  aid  of 
the  Catholic  Church  Extension.  Mrs.  A.  J.  Gough  had  charge 
of  the  very  attractive  tea  table  afed  a  great  deal  of  the  success 
of  the  party  is  due  Mrs.  G.  R.  Griffin,  Mrs.  J.  McDiarmid  and 
Mrs.  C.  Weir. 

•  •     •     • 

Membership  fee,  with  "season's  greetings  and  best  wishes 
for  continued  success  in  the  future,"  came  from  Mrs.  Lois  Gib- 
son Murphy,  of  Chicago,  and  from  Mrs.  Eraser  Moses,  of  San 
Francisco. 

•  •     •     • 

Hearty  congratulations  to  Mrs.  J.  A.  Thompson,  and  Mrs.  H. 
L.  Regan  on  the  birth  of  a  new  babei;  to  Mrs.  and  Mrs.  B.  J. 
Doyle  and  Mrs.  Mary  Malone  on  the  ordination  to  the  priest- 
hood of  their  sons.  Rev.  Father  Basil  Doyle,  C.S.P.,  celebrated 
his  first  High  Mass  in  Lourdes,  when  Rev.  A.  Lellis,  son  of  our 
esteemed  alumnae,  Mrs.  Mary  Lellis,  preached  an  eloquent  ser^ 
mon  on  the  great  dignity  of  the  priesthood. 

Rev.  Austin  Malone,  C.S.P.,  celebrated  his  first  High  Mass 
in  St.  Peter's,  the  church  of  his  ordination.  Rev.  Thomas 
Burke,  Superior-General  of  the  Paulist  Community,  preached 
the  sermon.  The  Alumnae  were  well  represented  at  both 
Masses. 

•  •     *     * 

Many  members  took  a  keen  interest  in  the  Bridge  at  Ben- 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  97 


venuto  in  aid  of  the  Louvain  Library  Fund,  and  by  their  as- 
sistance helped  to  make  it  a  prominent  success.  Miss  G.  Lawler 

received  the  guests. 

•  •     •     • 

A  speedy  recovery  to  Eev.  W.  J.  Kelly!    We  hope  he  will 

soon  be  well  again. 

«     •    •    • 

St.  Joseph's  College  Alumnae  have  donated  a  very  hand- 
some show  case  to  the  College  Museum. 

•  •     •     • 

February  5. — Mrs.  Harry  Phelan  held  her  first  reception  in 
her  beautiful  new  home  in  Castle  Frank  Road.  The  tea  table, 
which  was  fragrant  with  freezia,  daffodils  and  narcissi,  was 
presided  over  by  Mrs.  James  E.  Day,  and  Mrs.  Emily  0 'Sullivan 
assisted. 

•  •     •     • 

Mrs.  J.  McDiarmid's  tea  was  another  bright  event  in  honor 
of  her  guest,  Miss  Murphy  of  Brockville.  Some  of  those  who 
had  this  pleasure  were :  Mrs.  S.  Crowell,  Mrs.  W.  H.  McGuire, 
Mrs.  Fred.  O'Connor,  Mrs.  P.  0 'Sullivan,  Mrs.  Thomas  McCar- 
ron  and  Misses  C.  Healy  and  M.  Latchford. 

•  •     •    • 

February  9. — The  annual  meeting  of  the  Edward  Kylie 
Chapter  of  LO.D.E.  was  held  at  the  Sherbourne  Club.  Excel- 
lent reports  were  read  showing  a  successful  year's  work,  and 
the  following  ladies  were  elected  for  the  year  1920.  First  Vice- 
Regent,  Mrs.  M.  Healy ;  Se^cond  Vice-Regent,  Mrs.  J.  C.  Keenan ; 
Councillors,  Mrs.  R.  P.  Gough,  Mrs,  Thomas  McCarron. 

***** 

Among  the  many  pre-Lenten  attractions  was  the  young 
people 's  party  given  by  Mrs.  A.  J.  Gough  in  her  beautiful  home 
in  Chestnut  Park  Road. 

*     *     *     «     * 

Congratulations  to  Mrs.  T.  Coleman  (Jessie  MacGregor)  on 
the  promotion  lately  received  by  her  husband,  Mr.  T.  Coleman, 
to  Manager  of  the  Ottawa  branch  of  the  Great  West  Life  In- 


98  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

surance  Company;  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  T.  Giblin  (G.  Ryan),  and 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Byrne  (E.  Scanlon)  who  have  been  lately  mar- 
ried. 

«     «     #     #     « 

We  offer  our  sincere  sympathy  to  Mrs.  Wm.  Fischer  (F. 
Kuntz)  of  Waterloo,  in  the  death  of  her  father-in-law,  ex-Mayor 
Fischer,  Kitchener;  to  Miss  Margaret  Bigley  in  the  ds'ath  of 
her  brother;  to  Miss  Carmel  Kelly  in  the  death  of  her  brother; 
to  Mrs.  Staley  (L.  Lynch)  in  the  death  of  her  father;  to  Mrs. 
C.  Mulvihill  in  the  death  of  her  mother,  Mrs.  Flannigan. 


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Community    Notes 

3ltt  Mtmaxmm 
Sister  Mary  of  the  Ang-els  Colgan. 

•On  February  2nd,  at  the  Mother  'House,  St.  Alban  street, 
Sister  Mary  of  the  Angels  Colgan  of  the  Community  of  St. 
Joseph,  died  in  the  54th  year  of  her  age  and  the  36th  of  her 
religious  life. 

Solemn  High  Mass  of  Requiem  was  offered  for  the  repose 
of  the  soul  of  the  deceased  Sister  in  the  Convent  Chapel,  on 
Wednesday,  the  4th  inst.,  by  the  Rev.  M.  J.  Oliver,  C.S.B.,  as- 
sisted by  Rev.  V.  Reath,  C.S.B.,  and  Rev.  F.  Meader,  C.S.B. 
In  the  Sanctuary  were  Very  Rev.  J.  Player,  C.S.B. ,  Rev.  M. 
Christian,  C.S.B.,  Rev.  M.  J.  Carey,  C.S.B.,  Rev.  Dr.  Kehoe, 
O.C.C,  and  Rev.  W.  Dunn,  S.J.  Among  the  relatives  and 
friends  present  were  Mrs.  J.  Ross,  a  sister  of  the  deceased ;  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  D.  0  'Leary,  Mr.  J.  Brennan,  Miss  F.  Colgan,  Miss  M. 
Brennan,  nephews  and  nieces,  and  Mr.  D.  A.  Carey,  Chairman 
of  the  Separate  School  Board. 

In  Sister  Mary  of  the  Angels,  the  Community  of  St.  Joseph 
loses  one  of  its  devoted  teachers.  The  thirty-six  years  of  her 
religious  life  were  spent  m  the  strenuous  work  of  the  school- 
room. During  that  time  she  had  been  engaged  in  the  St. 
Joseph's  Academies  and  Separate  Schools  of  Toronto,  St. 
Catharines  and  Cobourg.  Though  frail  in  body  and  a  life-long 
sufferer  from  acute  attacks  of  severe  physical  pain,  she  la- 
boured zealously  in  the  education  of  the  children  confided  to 
her  care.  Not  only  did)  she  strive  to  conduct  her  pupils  suc- 
cessfully along  the  fair  paths  of  secular  learning,  but  was  un- 
relenting in  her  efforts  to  impart  to  them  a  knowledge  "unto 
eternity"  of  the  saving  truths  of  holy  faith.  May  she  already 
have  heard  the  consoling  words: 

''Blessed  are  they  who  instruct  many  unto  justice,  for  they 
shall  shine  as  stars  in  the  Kingdom  of  Heaven."    R.I.P. 


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On  January  5th  the  usual  ceremony  of  Reception  and  Profes- 
sion took  place  in  the  Convent  Chapel.  The  Right  Rev.  Mgr. 
Whelan  officiated,  assisted  by  the  Very  Rev.  J.  Player,  C.S.B., 
and  Rev.  E.  Murray,  C.S.B.  Rev.  C.  McCormick,  who  conducted 
the  eight  days'  retreat,  delivered  a  very  inspiring  sermon  on 
the  sublimity  of  the  religious  vocation.  Holy  Mass  was  cele- 
brated by  Rev.  M.  V.  Kelly,  C.S.B. ,  after  which  those  taking 
part  in  the  ceremony  held  a  reception  for  their  relatives  and 
friends  in  the  spacious  drawing-rooms  of  the  Convent.  The 
young  ladies  who  received  the  veil  were :  Miss  Gladys  Foote, 
Toronto  (Sr.  M.  Frances  Teresa)  ;  Miss  Mabel  Jennings,  To- 
ronto (Sr.  M.  Anna) ;  Miss  Ona  Ryan,  Peterboro  (Sr.  M.  Del- 
phine)  ;  Miss  Eileen  Scanlon,  Toronto  (Sr.  Mary  Grace) ;  Miss 
Ruth  McDonald,  Toronto  (Sr.  Mary  Helena) ;  Miss  Beatrice 
Guerin,  Toronto  (Sr.  Mary  Oswald) ;  Miss  Rita  Reich,  To- 
ronto (Sr.  M.  St.  Matthew)  ;  Miss  Helen  Wright,  Guelph  (Sr.  M. 
Etheldreda) ;  Miss  Josephine  Fitzgerald,  Phelpston  (Sr.  M. 
Antoinette) ;  Miss  Kathleen  Boehler,  Toronto  (Sr.  M.  Vero- 
nica) ;    Miss  Gertrude  Bradley,  Toronto   (Sr.  Mary  Angela) ; 

Miss  Irene  Mahoney,  Toronto  (Sr.  M.  Philip  Neri). 

*  *     *     «     * 

The  following  notice  appeared  in  the  Catholic  Register 
a  few  weeks  ago:  "A  short  time  ago,  the  Provincial  Inspector 
of  Schools  for  Manitoba  visited  St.  Joseph's  School,  Winnipeg, 
which  for  a  year  past  has  been  conducted  by  the  Sisters  of  St. 
Joseph  from  Toronto.  The  Inspector,  who  gave  the  different 
classes  a  very  thorough  and  searching  examination,  expressed 
himself  as  highly  delighted  with  the  excellent  work  being  done 
in  the  school.  In  the  course  of  other  commendatory  remarks, 
the  Inspector  said  that  he  would  like  to  arrange  to  have  the 
highest  grade  pupils  from  some  of  the  other  parish  schools 
come  to  St.  Joseph's  to  prepare  for  entrance  examination- — 
thus  making  the  latter  a  centre  of  preparation.  This  speaks 
well  for  the  work  that  the  Sisters  of  St.  Joseph  are  doing  in 

the  West." 

*  *    *    *    *    * 

Three  members  of  the   Community  celebrated  the   Silver 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  101 

Jubilee  of  their  profession  on  Jan.  5th,  Rev.  Sisters  M.  Clotilde 

and  Hilary,  Toronto,  and  Rev.  Sister  Clementine,  Thorold,  Ont. 

•     •••«* 

We  offer  our  sincere  sympathy  to  the  Rt.  Rev.  Mgr.  Mc- 
Keown,  London,  and  to  Rev.  M.  M.  Aldegond,  Peterboro,  in 
the  death  of  their  beloved  sister,  M.  M.  Monica  of  the  Loretto 
Community,  Toronto;  to  Rev.  P.  Flannigan,  Uptergrove,  also, 
in  the  death  of  his  dear  mother;  and  to  our  esteemed  contri- 
butor. Dr.  Wm.  Fischer,  Waterloo,  Ont.,  in  the  death  of  his 

father. 

****** 

The  Community  of  St.  Joseph  has  lost  one  of  its  truest  and 
best  friends  in  the  death  of  Dr.  Robert  Dwyer,  which  occurred 
a  few  months  ago  at  the  home  of  his  mother  here  in  Toronto. 
For  many  years  past  Dr.  Dwyer  was  intimately  connected  with 
St.  Michael's  Hospital  and  his  efficient  services  will  be  greatly 
missed  by  all  connected  with  that  institution.  To  his  revered 
mother,  sisters  and  brother  we  offer  sympathy  in  their  bereave- 
ment.   May  his  noble  soul  rest  in  peace ! 

•     •     •     •    • 

Requiem  High  Mass  was  celebrated  Thursday,  Feb.  19th,  in 
our  Convent  Chapel  for  the  repose  of  the  soul  of  the  late  Dr. 
R.  Dwyer;  on  the  following  Saturday  Solemn  High  Mass  was 
sung  by  His  Grace,  the  Archbishop,  in  St.  Michael's  Hospital 

Chapel,  for  the  same  intention. 

«     *     «     *     • 

To  Rev.  C.  Kehoe,  O.C.C,  of  St.  Augustine's  Seminary,  we 
offer  our  condolences  in  the  death  of  his  cousin,  Rev.  F.  Kehoe, 
Mount  Forest,  Ont.,  who  after- several  months'  illness  died 
at  St.  Michael's  Hospital,  Feb.  2nd.  The  late  Father  Kehoe 
has  three  sisters  in  the  Community  of  the  Sisters  of  St.  Joseph, 
Hamilton,  to  whom  we  also  offer  our  sincere  sympathy;  to  the 
Rev.  Fathers  John  and  W.  Fraser  we  likewise  extend  our  sym- 
pathy in  the  recent  death  of  their  saintly  mother,  Mrs.  W. 
Fraser,  Toronto.  Sister  St.  John  of  the  Monastery  of  Charity, 
Toronto,  and  Sister  M.  Geraldine  of  our  own  Community,  are 
daughters  of  the  deceased. 


102  ST.  JOSEPH  LILTES 

Rev.  Mother  was  able  to  give  us  many  delightful  and  inter- 
esting details  of  our  houses  in  Comox,  Prince  Rupert,  Lady- 
smith  and  Winnipeg,  after  her  return  from  the  official  visita- 
tion in  the  West. 

****** 

We  were  pleased  to  receive  a  call  from  Rev.  W.  Dunn,  S.J., 
of  Winnipeg,  Man.,  during  his  recent  stay  in  Toronto,  having 
been  called  home  owing  to  the  serious  illness  of  his  mother. 


Congratulations  to  the  Christian  Brothers  on  the  splendid 
entertainment  given  by  the  boys  of  their  schools  in  Massey 
Hall,  Feb.  13th.  The  matinee  provided  for  the  Sisters  and 
pupils  of  the  Separate  Schools  was  very  much  appreciated  and 
enjoyed. 

An  autograph  copy  of  "Father  Duffy's  Story"  of  the  War, 
received  not  long  ago  by  a  member  of  the  Community,  is  one 
of  the  most  highly-prized  volumes  on  our  library  shelves. 


Be  of  use  to  men,  and  you  will  learn  to  love  them.  Help 
others,  and  the  help  you  give  shall  return  into  your  own 
heart — shall  exalt,  shall  enrich  it. — Rev.  Joseph  Farrell. 

The  habit  of  prayer  communicates  a  penetrating  sweetness 
to  the  glance,  the  voice,  the  smile,  the  tears, — to  all  one  says, 
or  does,  or  writes. — Abbe  R6ux. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  105 

St.  Joseph's  College  Department  Editorial 

Staff 

Editor-in-Chief — Miss  Susan  McCormick,  '21. 

Assistant  Editors — The  Misses  Dorothy  Agnew,  '23 ;  Rita  Mor- 
gan, Nora  Foy,  Alma  Bourke,  Sarah  Meehan. 

Local  Editors — The  Misses  Nora  McGuane,  Hilda  Meyer,  Kath- 
erine  Daughan,  Franza  Kormann. 

Exchange  Editor — Miss  Kathleen  McNally. 

Art  Editor — Miss  Theresa  St.  Denis. 

Music  Editor-— Miss  Helen  Kramer. 

Reporter  of  College  Notes — Miss  Mary  McCormick. 

Editorial 

College  The  most  important  factor  in  College  education  to- 
Spirit.  day  is  that  spirit  which  is  apparent  in  all  flourish- 
ing seats  of  learning — a  spirit  of  loyalty  and  responsibility 
which  does  more  for  the  college  and  students  than  all  the 
books  and  professors  could  ever  hope  to  attain.  It  is  this 
spirit  alone  which  makes  possible  a  university  education.  This 
spirit  is  not  confined  to  the  larger  colleges ;  on  the  contrary,  it 
is  even  more  apparent  in  smaller  institutions.  The  individual- 
ity of  the  memibers  seems  to  have  more  scope  and  is  less  liable 
to  be  swallowed  up  in  the  mass.  Then  again,  when  a  smaller 
college  is  pitted  against  a  larger  one,  there  is  more  zest  lent  to 
the  struggle.  The  odds  being  against  it,  urges  it  on  to  greater 
efforts,  and  unites  the  students  in  a  brotherhood  all  striving 
to  uphold  the  traditions  of  their  predecessors. 

Take,  for  example,  the  University  of  Toronto,  made  up  of 
four  colleges.  One  of  these — St.  Michael's —  comparatively 
few  in  years  and  numbers  as  yet,  is  becoming  more  widely 


106  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

known  every  day.  Its  successes  are  quite  equal  in  proportion 
to  numbers  as  those  of  the  leading  college  itself.  With  the 
present  co-ordination  of  students,  even  greater  results  are  ex- 
pected and,  we  feel  confident,  will  be  realized. 

There  is  more  active  College  Spirit  in  the  new  world  uni- 
versities than  in  the  old.  It  leaves  a  strong  impression  on 
foreign  students  who  are  not  accustomed  to  the  social  as 
well  as  intellectual  union,  so  characteristic  of  our  colleges. 

As  true  patriotism  does  not  consist  in  mere  flag-waving, 

neither  does  College  Spirit  mean  that  stilted,  selfish  attitude 

prevalent  in  the  world  to-day.    The  spirit  we  want  is  that 

willingness  to  sacrifice  personal  desires  to  the  welfare  of  the 

college.    It  is  gradually  finding  its  outlet  in  public  and  social 

service  on  the  part  of  the  graduates.    Until  the  true  spirit  is 

inculcated  in  the  students,  there  can  be  no  true  university. 

Fortunately,  there  is  no  lack  of  this  spirit  in  Canada,  and  we 

hope  within  the  near  future  to  become  a  leading  star  in  the 

intellectual  world. 

S.  McCORMiICK.    '21. 


A  aHfouglyt  for  ^al^  Wnk 

By  Nora  McGuane. 

With  wounded  love  from  Calvary's  height, 
His  Eyes  looked  down  on  you  and  me. 

For  we  were  in  that  jeering  line 
That  stretched  into  eternity. 

Aye,  each  in  turn  cast  taunts  and  sneers 
At  Him,  Who  hung  upon  the  wood. 

We  scoffed,  and  joined  the  ranks  of  those 
That  mocked  the  Author  of  all  Good. 


ii 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  107 

The    Art    of    Criticism 

By  Ruth  M.  Agnew.  '20. 

ODERN  criticism  is,  or  should  be,  an  appreciation  of 
the  beauties  of  literature  and  the  interpretation  of  the 
ideal  in  art.  Criticism  of  modern  literature  is,  con- 
sciously or  unconsciously,  the  expression  of  the  opinions  of  the 
reading  public.  This  general  rule,  however,  has  many  excep- 
tions. 

This  is  a  far  cry  from  the  critical  methods  of  Plato  and  Aris- 
totle, or  even  from  those  of  Addison,  Lessing  and  Cousin.  With 
Plato,  the  critic  is  the  supreme  authority  in  literature ;  his 
judgments  are  irrevocable,  and  his  is  the  last  word  with  re- 
gard to  both  subject  and  style. 

With  Aristotle  the  comparative  method  of  criticism  makes 
its  first  appearance  and  has  held  the  centre  of  the  stage  almost 
till  the  present  day.  Unlike  the  previous  critics,  he  does  not 
formulate  his  own  rules,  but  sets  up  models — great  masters  of 
literature — to  be  copied  and  imitated.  According  to  his  method 
all  epics  must  be  Homeric  and  all  dramas  Sophoclean.  Any 
works  which  cannot  be  judged  according  to  these  standards 
are  unworthy  of  a  critic's  notice. 

Lessing  in  his  artistic  criticism,  and  Cousin  with  hisi  philo- 
sophic criticism,  merely  express  in  different  terms  the  great 
truth  which  Addison  discovered:  namely,  that  the  achieve- 
ment of  the  writer  must  be  considered  by  the  critic  before  the 
method  employed  to  secure  that  achievement,  and  that  the  test 
of  literary  perfection  is  not  resemblance  to  a  preconceived  mo- 
del, but  "the  power  to  affect  the  imagination." 

Always  keeping  this  one  principle  in  view,  modern  criti- 
cism has  developed  rapidly  in  different  directions.  We  have 
to-day  what  might  almost  be  called  different  "schools"  of 
critics,  all  exerting  more  or  less  influence  on  contemporary 
literature  and  on  the  mind  and  temper  of  the  public. 


103  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

In  the  first  place  we  have  the  true  critic — that  is,  the  critic 
of  true  literature  who  is  animated  first  and  foremost  by  a  deep 
and  sincere  love  for  good  works  and  by  an  honest  desire  to 
share  his  appreciation  with  his  less  astute  but  equally  enthu- 
siastic fellow-readers.  His  function  is  to  praise  an  author  be- 
fore finding  fault,  yet  he  must  not  let  his  admiration  blind  him 
to  the  flaws  in  the  work.  On  the  other  hand,  he  must  not  con- 
sider that  limitations  of  style  are  an  infallible  proof  of  serious 
lack  of  genius.  An  author's  worst  style  is  not  to  be  taken  as  an 
expression  of  his  real  spirit;  nor  is  his  merit  to  be  estimated 
only  by  a  consideration  of  an  unusually  excellent  piece  of  his 
work.  In  short,  the  true  critic  must  know  his  author  thorough- 
ly ;  he  must  have  studied  long  and  carefully  his  characteristics 
and  the  ideas  and  principle  which  have  influenced  his  work; 
and  he  must  have  made  due  allowance  for  his  personal  and 
original  elements.  Only  in  this  way  can  he  distinguish  between 
the  rules  which  are  partial  and  the  principles  which  are  per- 
manent. 

Next  comes  the  destructive  critic.  His  mission  in  life  is  to 
find  fault  with  an  author's  subject  or  form,  style  or  spirit. 
Successful  and  obscure  authors  alike  are  attacked  by  his  vitrio- 
lic pen;  and  although,  like  the  true  appreciative  critic,  he 
is  generally  sincere  and  honest  in  the  expression  of  his  opinions, 
at  times  one  would  almost  glean  the  impression  that  he  has  a 
personal  spite  against  the  victim  of  his  attack.  Destructive 
criticism  is  often  salutary  and  necessary;  this  is  especially 
true  at  the  present  day,  when  so  many  senseless  or  extrava- 
gant and  unwholesome  works  are  being  widely  advertised  as 
wonderful  masterpieces.  On  the  other  hand,  destructive  criti- 
cism is  apt  to  degenerate  into  wanton  denunciation  of  good 
and  bad  literature  alike.  When  a  critic  adopts  a  policy  of 
systematic  fault-finding,  he  is  apt  to  become  unable  to  dis- 
criminate between  the  blameworthy  and  the  praiseworthy. 

The  third  critic,  on  the  contrary,  blames  nothing  and 
praises  anything  and  everything.  If  he  finds  it  necessary  to 
blame  at  all,  he  administers   a  very  mild  reproof;   and  hiar 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  109 


praise  is  invariably  extravagant.  Such  a  critic  does  both  good 
and  harm.  His  enthusiasm  is  contagious,  and  many  are  af- 
fected by  it  who  would  not  otherwise  ibe  attracted  to  good 
literature.  Unfortunately,  many  are  attracted  in  like  manner 
to  the  worthless  works  on  which  he  lavishes  many  of  his  en- 
comiums. 

Closely  allied  to  this  deluded  and  charitable  gentleman  is 
the  frankly  commercial  critic.  He  is  employed  by  a  newspaper 
or  magazine  to  write  "appreciations"  of  all  the  latest  novels. 
These  shining  examples  of  the  critic's  art  are  then  culled  from 
the  various  reviews  displayed — in  quotation  marks'- — on  the 
jacket  of  the  book.  If  these  criticisms  are  to  be  believed,  this 
is  without  doubt  an  age  of  genius  such  as  the  world  has  never 
before  seen — andf  probably  will  never  see  again.  Witness 
these  excerpts  from  the  jacket  of  a  "best  seller"  of  yesterday, 
whose  author,  in  spite  of  his  "fascinating  realism,"  has  al- 
ready been  supplanted  by  others  more  weirdly  fascinating  or 
more  brutally  realistic. 

"The  secret  of  his  power  is  the  same  God-given  secret  that 
inspired  Shakespeare  and  upheld  Dickens.  It  is  this  almost 
clairvoyant  power  of  reading  the  human  soul  that  has  placed 
his  books  among  the  most  remarkable  works  of  the  present 
age." 

Below  this  general  appreciation  are  complimentary  com- 
ments on  the  author's  various  works — evidently  from  the  same 
ecstatic  and  indefatigable  pen : 

"The  dramatic  action  is  intense.  The  keen  analysis  of  char- 
acter and  insight  of  the  human  soul  is  the  work  of  the  author 
at  his  best.  The  description  of  nature  are  true  and  masterful, 
the  pathos  and  humour  delightful." 

"Its  style  is  unlike  the  heavy  stroke  of  a  sword,  but  is 
rather  the  skilful  thrust  of  a  rapier." 

"Bears  a  message  as  broad  as  humanity  itself." 

"Unless  you  are  a  man  or  woman  living  without  hope,  with- 
out aspiration  or  ambition,  laughter  and  tears,  read  this  great 
book." 


110  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

"Amidst  all  the  ordinary  literature  of  the  day,  this  story 
is  a  pure  white  stone  set  up  along  a  dreary  road  of  unending 
monotony." 

To  read  much  of  such  so-called  criticism  is  indeed  to  wend 
along  "a  dreary  road  of  unending  monotony."  This  kind  of 
disgusting  flattery,  although  in  no  sense  of  the  word  true  criti- 
cism, is  having  the  unfortunate  effect  of  prejudicing  the  read- 
ing public  against  literary  criticism  of  any  kind.  It  is  to  be 
hoped  that  authors  and  publishers  alike  will  do  all  in  their 
power  to  remedy  this  state  of  affairs,  in  order  that  all  criti- 
cism may  once  more  fulfil  its  true  function,  which,  as  Matthew 
Arnold  says,  is  "simply  to  know  the  best  that  is  known,  and 
by  in  its  turn  making  this  known,  to  create  a  current  of  true 
and  fresh  ideas." 


-^s^^Sfir^ 


(Hi;?  Miinh  Ing 

By  Cathabine  Hammaxl,  Foubth  Class. 

I  cannot  look  upon  the  stars, 

I  cannot  see  the  sun, 
Nor  can  I  see  the  grass 

That  stretches  far  where  streamlets  run. 

But  ah !  the  eyes  of  my  poor  soul 

Have  visions  better  still. 
They  see  a  rift  in  darkest  clouds 

In  blindness,  God's  sweet  will. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  111 


3lj^  J0urtlj  Motm 

By  a  Lowly  Third  (H.  Meyeb). 

Our  Fourth  Form  girls  are  all  such  stars, 
They're  brilliant  as  can  be. 

They  know — well,  almost  everything, 
Or  so  they  think,  tee  hee ! 

You'll  hear  them  tell  that  Virgil  wrote 

A  great  Geometry, 
How  Caesar  led  the  Israelites 

Across  the  deep  Red  Sea. 

They  say  that  Ancient  History's  'bout 

The  days  when  they  were  young, 
That  Algebra  is  just  a  joke, 
A  sort  of  "grown-up"  fun. 

And  Shakespeare  was,  or  so  they  say, 
A  bard  of  Ancient  Greece, 

Who  used  to  spin  the  jolliest  yarns 
About  a  "Golden  Fleece." 

I  heard  one  call  a  block  of  wood 

The  board  of  education, 
And  say  that  Chemistry's  one  way 

For  solving  an  equation. 

I  wish  I  were  a  Fourth  Form  Girl 
And  knew  as  much  as  they. 

It  must  be  nice  to  talk  in  that 
Superior  kind  of  way. 


112  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

Irish    Fairy    and    Folk-Lore 

By  Maby  Coughlin. 

ETJMAS  MacManus,  the  Irish  po^et,  is  a  brilliant  represen- 
tative of  a  poetic  race.  Poetry  and  mysticism,  wit,  hu- 
mour and  pathos  are  everywhere  present  in  his  work. 
And  audiences  are  held  spellbound  at  the  will  of  this  prince 
of  story-tellers." 

By  borrowing  the  words  of  a  leading  American  paper  we 
can,  perhaps,  pay  some  little  tribute  to  the  brilliant  genius  of 
this  Celtic  author  and  poet,  in  whose  praise  they  have  been 
written.  All  his  writings,  combining  as  they  do  the  melody 
of  the  lyre,  the  dignity  of  the  epic,  and  the  swift  movement  of 
the  drama,  truly  assure  for  him  a  prominent  palace  in  the  liter- 
ary world  of  to-day.  Coming  from  a  land  whose  blended  purple 
of  mountain,  green  of  valley,  and  blue-grey  of  sea,  have  colour- 
ed and  perfumed  the  very  name  of  Erin — whose  vA'y  breezes 
bear  the  breath  of  song — with  his  deft  magic  he  has  woven 
these  beauties  of  scene  and  sound  into  all  his  writings  so  that 
those  who  read  may  feel  again  the  wondrous  charm  of  the 
Irish  hills! 

As  a  result  of  combining  his  powers  as  an  author,  poet  and 
orator,  he  has  given  America  a  series  of  interesting  lectures. 
Inspired  no  doubt  by  the  beauties  of  his  native  Ireland,  he 
has  made  her  the'  subject  of  some  ten  or  twelve  such  recitals 
dealing  with  her  literature,  her  wit  and  humour,  and  present 
political  plight.  A  discourse  on  "Irish  Fairy  and  Folk-Lore" 
was  the  one  that  St.  Joseph's  was  permitted  to  hear  and  his 
delightful  stylfe  in  oratory,  coupled  with  his  clear  deliverance, 
made  it  an  occasion  not  soon  to  be  forgotten. 

First  was  the  story  of  how  the  fairies  came  to  Ireland,  a 
quaint  little  tale  that  has  been  retold  for  generations  around  the 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  113 

turf-fires  in  the  mountain-cabins  until  it  is  fairly  suggestive  of 
Celtic  skies  and  Celtic  seas.  Long,  long  ago,  when  Lucifer,  the 
brightest  of  the  angels,  rose  up  in  pride  against  God,  there 
were  some  who  neither  joined  him  in  his  sin  nor  fought  under 
the  banner  of  the  faithful  Michael,  and  though  God  banished 
them  from  His  heavenly  kingdom,  in  His  mercy  He  did  not 
condemn  them  to  the  eternal  punishment  of  the  fallen  spirits. 
Filled  with  sorrow,  they  besought  Him,  that  since  He  closed 
heaven  against  them.  He  would  at  least  put  them  in  the  place 
nearest  to  it  on  earth — and  that  is  how  the  pixies  and  the 
banshees  and  the  goblins,  and  the  other  elfin  creatures  first 
came  to  the  Isle  of  the  Shamrock !  ! 

One  privileged  person  at  least  has  seen  the  fairy  hosit  and 
the  story  of  this  occasion  forms  a  most  interesting  tale.  Father 
Dan  was  his  name — an  eld,  bent,  white-haired  priest,  whose 
kindly  smile  and  cheering  word  were  known  and  loved  through- 
out the  whole  country.  At  morn  and  evening  one  might  see 
him  at  peace  with  God  and  the  world,  riding  to  and  fro  from 
his  little  parish-church,  on  his  grey  mare.  Forgiveness.  **  For- 
giveness" the  peasants  had  named  h^r,  and  fittingly,  too,  for 
when  she  was  discovered  grazing  in  the  midst  of  their  choicest 
farm4ands,  *'We  must  grant  her  forgiveness,''  they  would  say, 
"for  she  is  Father  Dan's  grey  mare." 

One  clear,  November  night,  as  the  old  priest  was  riding  slow- 
ly homeward,  having  been  called  out  to  administer  the  Last 
Sacraments  to  a  dying  parishioner,  he  perceived  that  the  long 
v/hite  road  that  wound  down  the  mountain-side  to  the  sea,  was 
suddenly  covered  with  little  men,  no  bigger  than  one's  finger, 
all  clad  in  armour  and  mounted  on  tiny  horses.  Father  Dan 
rubbed  his  eyes;  yes,  thej^  were  there  in  reality;  it  was  no 
dream,  even  the  placid  Forgiveness  had  drawn  back  with  a 
start.  Suddenly  he  who  seemed  to  be;  the  leader  of  the  rest, 
stepped  out  from  their  ranks  and  addressed  the  priest  in  a  ring- 
ing tone.  "We  have  come  here  to-night,"  hei  said,  "to  ask  you, 
who  work  in  the  service  of  God,  if  we  shall  ever  get  back  to  the 
eternal  kingdom  that  we  have  lost." 


114  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

Father  Dan  was  puzzled.  ' '  In  truth, ' '  he  replied,  ' '  I  cannot 
readily  answer  your  quesition,  for  I  know  no  more  concerning 
the  matter  than  you  do  yourselves."  At  this  an  angry  shout 
rose  from  the  multitude,  but  above  it  was  heard  the  voice  of  the 
leader:  "You  must  reply,"  he  said,  and  it  seemed  to  Father 
Dan  that  the  little  fellow  grasped  his  tiny  sword  to  make  sure 
of  an  answer. 

The  old  priest  bent  his  head.  "You  may  regain  Heaven 
yet,''  he  said  at  length,  "if  from  the  ranks  of  you  all,  one  drop 
of  blood  may  be  taken,  like  unto  that  which  our  Saviour  shed 
on  earth  for  men!" 

Scarcely  had  the  words  left  his  lips  when  a  wail  arose  from 
them  all — such  a  hopeless,  despairing  cry  as  neither  Father 
Dan  nor  any  member  of  the  human  race  had  heard,  since  or  be- 
fore. The  old  priest  raised  his'head.  From  his  distant  chapel 
came  the  chime  of  twelve.  A  flood  of  moonlight  lit  the  long, 
white  road,  devoid  now  of  all  habitation — and  the  armed  fairy 
host  had  vanished  into  the  midnight ! 

But  they  indeed  exist,  as  this  incident  proves,  and  how 
they  reward  and  punish  as  mortals  so  deserve,  forms  the  in- 
teresting tale  of  Shane  Bawn,  that  many  and  many  a  time  has 
been  related  by  the  Shanachies  as  they  sat  about  the  turf-fires 
and  entranced  their  listeners  with  such  tales  of  Irish  lore. 

Shane  Bawn  was  a  poor  peasant,  in  fact,  one  might  say, 
Shane  was  wretchedly  poor,  for  his  poverty  increased  with  his 
years  and  they  were  now  getting  to  be  many.  At  length 
Shane's  plight  came  to  be  hopeless,  for  one  morning,  rising 
early  from  his  bed  of  straw,  he  discovered  that  his  little  cabin 
held  not  so  much  as  a  bit  of  bread  to  feed  the  mouths  of  his 
hungry  children,  when  they  later,  would  wake.  Poor  Shane 
was  so  deep  in  despair  that  soon  two  big  tears  rolled  down  his 
cheeks,  though  he  tried,  with  all  his  manly  heart,  to  hold  them 
back.  It  would  never  do  to  let  his  little  ones  see:  him  cry,  so 
opening  the  door  softly,  he  stole  out  into  the  early  morning, 
and  walking  some  distance  from  his  cabin,  he  sat  down  on  the 
road-side  and  buried  his  face  in  his  hands. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  115 


Suddenly  he  heard  a  voice  behind  him  saying,  "Shane, 
Shane,  why  do  you  weep  and  why  are  you  depressed?"  and 
turning  around,  there  besidei  him  in  the  grass  stood  a  little 
man,  clad  all  in  red  and  no  bigger  than  one's  hand.  Shane  was 
too  much  enwrapped  in  his  troubles  to  marvel  at  this  and  with- 
out further  ado,  he  told  the  little  fellow  of  the  plight  that 
he  was  in — his  wife  and  little  ones  with  not  a  thing  to  eat. 
"Be  of  good  cheer,  Shane,"  said  the  fairy,  for,  of  course,  it 
was  a  fairy,  "return  to  the  barn  that  stands  behind  your  cabin, 
and  there  you  will  find,  tethered  in  a  stall,  a  wondrous  fairy 
cow.  Each  day  she  will  give  you  milk,  and  e:ach  year  she  will 
bear  you  two  fine  calves,  but  never  attempt  to  sell  her,  or  all 
will  be  lost!" 

With  this  parting  injunction  the  fairy  vanished,  before 
Shane  could  thank  him,  who,  after  gazing  dumbly  for  some 
seconds  upon  the  place  where  he  had  stood,  finally  turned 
his  steps  towards  the  barn,  as  the  fairy  had  directed.  Sure 
enough  there  in  a  stall  stood  a  milk-white  cow,  as  handsome  an 
animal  as  ever  mortal  laid  eyes  on,  and  with  a  shout  of  delight, 
Shane  ran  towards  the  house  to  bring  the  milking  vessels.  In  a 
few  minutes,  pitchers,  pails,  buckets  stood  beside  him,  over- 
flowing with  creamy  milk.  No  longer  need  the  little  ones  go 
hungry !    Shane  was  a  happy  man. 

Some  years  passed  and  the  once  poor  peasant  was  now  a 
prosperous  farmer  with  such  a  herd  of  cattle  that  none  in  the 
neighborhood  could  equal  it.  Milk,  butter  and  cheese  were  to 
be  had  almost  for  the  asking,  so  one  fine  day  Shane  deicided 
that  he  would  take  the  fairy  cow  to  market  to  be  sold,  for  in 
his  stables  were  dozens  of  her  equals.  Gone  was  the  fairy's 
warning.  But  alas !  as  soon  as  Shane  led  her  out  of  her  stall 
and  into  the  lane,  with  a  bound  she  hroke  away  from  him, 
and  "tossing  her  head  wan  way  into  the  air,  and  her  hales  an- 
other," away  .she  went  over  hill  and  moorland,  followed  by  all 
the  rest  of  the  herd !  !  Nor  were  they  ever  heard  of  after  and 
poor  Shane  Bawn  was  even  more  wretched  than  before. 

No  land,  perhaps,  is  so  rich  in  fables  that  deal  with  the  per- 


116  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

sonifieation  of  animals  as  is  Ireland.  Many  amusing  tales  are 
therefore  concocted  in  which  the  fox  plays  a  conspicuous  part. 
,It  is  said  that  once  a  fox,  walking  along  with  a  rooster,  said  to 
the  latter,  ''My  grandfather  could  stand  on  one  leg,  shut  one 
eye  and  croKv."  "That  is  nothing,"  replied  the  rooster,  "I 
can  do  that."  "Well,  let  me  see  you  do  it,''  said  thei  fox,  and 
his  friend  proceeded  to  execute  the  feat.  "Very  good,"  then 
said  the  fox,  "but  my  grandfather  could  stand  on  one  leg, 
close;  his  other  eye  and  crow."  "Very  simple,"  replied  the 
rooster,  "I  can  do  that  too,"  and  he  did  so.  "Still  better," 
said  the  fox.  "But,  after  all,  my  grandfather  could  stand  on 
one  leg,  shut  both  his  eyes  and  crow."  "So  can  I,"  said  the 
rooster,  and  not  to  be  outdone,  he  did  it- — ^but  he  never  crowed 
again ! 

Time  was  when  the  fox  said  grace  before  and  after  meat, 
but  he  has  since  omitted  the  ceremony,  and  this  is  the  reason. 
One  day  he  caught  a  particularly  plump  goose  and  being  hun- 
gry, he  decided  then  and  there,  to  eat  her  on  the  spot.  Laying 
her  down  for  dead  at  his  feet,  he  rolled  his  eyes  upward  to 
pronounce  the  blessing,  but  when  a  moment  later  he'  brought 
them  again  to  earth,  no  goose  could  he  see,  and  looking  across 
the  field,  he  saw  his  intended  dinner  scurrying  towards  the 
barn-yard  as  fast  as  her  webbed  feet  could  carry  her. 

Even  the  more  careless  observer  will  have  noted  that  the 
bat  is  never  seen  except  when  night  has  fallen,  and  this  pecu- 
liarity of  his,  too,  has  a  r«ason.  Time'  was  ^vhen  he  went  about 
in  daylight  as  do  the  other  birds  and  animals,  but  that  was  be- 
fore he  took  his  eventful  sea-voyage  with  the  crow. 

Now  the  crow  and  he  had  been  sailing  for  some  days  when 
a  great  storm  arose  and  the,ir  wrecked  vessel  casit  them  both 
upon  a  desert  island  in  the  middle  of  the  ocean.  The  poor  crow 
was  tired,  and  after  first  asking  the  bat  to  watch  over  him,  he 
lay  down  to  rest.  But  as  soon  as  he  was  asleep,  the  treiacherous 
bat  gathered  together  some  bits  of  wood  that  Hvere  drifting 
about  on  the  tide,  and,  making  himself  a  raft,  away  he  sailed, 
leaving  the  poor  crow  to  his  fate; 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  117 

At  length  the  crow  awoke,  and  finding  himself  alone,  he 
vented  his  anger  upon  the  head  of  the  bat.  ''0  false  friend," 
he  cried.  "If  ever  I  get  back  to  civilization  I  will  never  cease 
till  I  avenge  this  deed  of  thine.''  Finally  the  crow  did  get 
back  and  his  first  thought  was  the  vow  that  he  had  taken  while 
on  the  island.  That  is  why,  at  early  morning,  you  will  Siee  the 
croKv  and  its  young,  taking  their  winged  flight  across  the  sky 
and  how  at  night-fall  they  return,  weary  and  worn  out,  to  the 
nest,  and  then,  when  the  gloom  has  fallen,  stealthily  the;  bat 
comes  out,  but  with  the  first  rays  of  morning  light  he  returns 
again  to  his  hiding-hole. 

There  is  a  decided  contrast  between  two  birds  that  inhabit 
the  Ce'ltic  shores,  the  one  the  Irish  black-bird,  the  other  the 
plover.  In  the  green,  sunny  valleys,  the  black-bird  calls  joy- 
ously the  livelong  day,  but  up  on  the  dreary  moorlands  the 
Vvild  sweeping  of  the  wind  is  mingled  with  the  wailing  voice 
of  the  plover. 

Once,  legend  tells  us,  the  black-bird  dwelt  in  the  moorlands 
and  the  plover  sang  in  the  valleys,  when  one  day  the  black- 
bird bargained  with  her  that  she  should  go  to  the  mountains 
and  he  to  the  green  valleys,  so  that  both  might  benefit  by  the 
change.  "But  just  for  a  day,"  the  plover  agreed,  and  so  they 
exchanged  places.  But  when  the  black-bird  found  how  warm 
and  bright  was  the  plover's  home,  he'  resolved  never  to  return 
to  the  bleak  moorlands,  and  one  day — two  days — three 
days  slipped  by  and  he  sent  no  word  to  the  frightened 
bird  in  the  strangei,  bleak  hill-country.  "When  are  you  com- 
ing, when  are  you  coming?"  her  plaintive  cry  seems  to  be,  but 
the  black-bird  answers  joyously  from  the  green  meadows:  "I 
am  coming  never !  I  am  coming  never!"  "But  you  promised! 
you  promised!"  wails  the  poor  plover,  and  mingled  with  the 
voice  of  the  wind  she  hears  only  the  triumphant  reply,  "I  am 
coming  never !  I  am  coming  never ! ' ' 

Among  the  novels  that  Seumas  MacManus  has  given  to  the 
world,  "A  Lad  0'  Friels"  perhaps  takes  the  foremost  place. 
Here  he  puts  the  soul  of  his  race — the  love,  the  passion,  the 


118  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


simple  faith — into  language  exquisite.  Not  only  is  this  par- 
ticular book  a  literary  achieveanent  of  great  distinction,  but 
it  is  also  a  tale  that  admirably  shows  the  spirit  of  'Irish  homely 
life.  One  of  its  characters,  "The  Vagabond,"  a  mischief-lov- 
ing lad  of  fourteen,  particularly  endears  himself  to  us,  and 
we  read  with  interest  the  series  of  adventures  that  follow  his 
boyish  exploits.  A  great  lover  of  the  history  of  his  native  land 
was  the  Vagabond,  and  in  consequence  of  his  reading  many 
books  on  the  subject,  great  battles  weekly  took  place  Ijetween 
the  English  and  Irish  hosts,  with  him  as  the  valiant  leader  of 
his  brave  countrymen,  who,  unlike  what  history  has  it,  always 
left  the  field  triumphant.  But  there  was  one  conflict  that  could 
not  be  readily  reiproduced  for  want  of  a  suitable  setting — the 
site  of  an  old  castle — and  of  course  the  Vagabond  longed  to 
rehearse  this  one  above  all  the  others. 

Now,  in  the  vicinity  lived  a  retired  gentleman  of  some 
means,  one  Corny  Higardy,  who  in  his  young  days  had  be^en  in 
the  government  employ  and  'who  now  went  yearly  to  draw 
his  pension  from  that  reliable  source.  Be'ing  a  gentleman  of 
some  means,  his  home  was  larger  than  the  others  that  stood 
in  the  village  and  had  long  been  regarded  as  an  excellent  sub- 
stitutei  for  Castle  X — ,  in  the  Vagabond's  eyes.  To  make  a 
long  story  short,  upon  the  day  that  he  journeyed  forth  to  col- 
lect his  pension,  his  house  (otherwise  the  before-mentioned 
castle)  was  stormed  by  the  two  contending  armies,  and  it  bet- 
came  a  sort  of  gunpowder  plot ;  ammunition  was  not  lacking  to. 
the  young  warrior.  The  Vagabond  placed  a  light  to  the  ex- 
plosives not  with  any  destructive  intentions,  you  understand, 
but  merely  to  carry  cut  the  attack  properly.  Alas!  a  mighty 
bang  was  heard  and  the  poor  leader  rose  trembling  to  behold 
but  the  remains  of  Corny  Higardy 's  home! 

The  next  part  of  the  story  treats  with  his  flight  to  sea  and 
his  first  letter  to  the  dear  ones  at  home,  telling  them  of  the 
greatness  that  will  be  his  some  day  and  closing  with  the  hu- 
morous injunction,  "I  will  forgive  and  forget  yez  all,''  and 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


119 


the  final  postscript  of  ''I  think  the  first  land  we'll  strike '11  be 
the  bottom!" 

Seumas  MacManus'  poetic  powers,  too,  have  been  given 
great  acclaim.  One  of  his  poems,  "Tnver  Bay,"  in  particular,  is 
most  lovely,  telling  how  the  Irish  heart  would  fain  give  all  the 
glories  of  foreign  grandeur  for 

"Inver  Bay,  on  a  harvest  day. 
With  the  sun  going  down  behind!" 


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120  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


True    Refinement 

"Quietness  of  person"  is  the  sineerest  portrayal  of  refine- 
ment. This  does  not  mean  that  one  must  cloak  oneself  in 
statmesque  dignity  and  assume  a  reserved  and  distant  man- 
ner. Neither  does  it  wish  to  subdue  the  vivacious,  athletic- 
loving  type  of  girl.  Such  elimination  would  truly  be  a  loss 
of  no  little  moment.  Superb  health  and  vitality  are  among 
the  most  valuable  assets.  The  world  has  all  too  few  really 
healthful  specimens  of  humanity,  especially  among  the  femin- 
ine sex.  Place  the  blame  on  factory,  society,  or  the  energetic 
life  of  to-day — the  fact  still  remains  unaltered.  Yet  no  mat- 
ter how  good  or  how  companionable  a  sportswoman  a  girl  may 
be,  she  can  never,  even  with  such  praiseworthy  recommenda- 
tion, afford  to  forget  that  she  is  the  most  worshipped  thing 
in  life — dowered  with  lovely  womanhood. 

Perhaps  it  is  due  to  the  hustling,  energetic  life  of  the 
twentieth  century,  which  seems  bent  seriously  upon  one  thing 
only:  to  endeavour  to  satisfy  in  each  day  the  varied  passions 
of  a  life-time. 

So  we  meet  them  on  our  city  streets,  winsome  little  girls 
in  their  teens,  at  the  loveliest  and  most  appealing  age — girl- 
hood, w*hen  we  should  find  them  "standing  with  reluctant 
feet  where  the  brook  and  river  meet."  But  to-day,  'tis  with 
eager  feet  they  hasten  to  that  port  of  embarkation,  'tis  with 
yearning  heart  they  long  for  the  mys'teries  and  glamours  of 
"grown-up  life."  They  pass  us  talking  loudly,  pushing  rude- 
ly through  the  crowds,  powder  and  oft-times  rouge  quite 
visible  upon  their  baby-skin,  marring  the  young  beauty  of 
their  faces,  short  skirts,  silk  stockings,  aping  their  elders 
quite  cleverly,  even  to  the  "low-neck"  so  deplorably  common 
to-day,  so  vulgarly  indecent.  Bits  of  their  chatter  drift  to  our 
ears  as  they  hurry  by;  laden  with  silang,  till  it  is  almost  a 
foreign  language  to  one  unversed  in  the  "latest."    The  sub- 


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121 


jects  of  their  conversation,  topics  that  are  not  apropos  to  dis- 
cuss in  public,  are  absurdly  talked  over  by  these  "know-it- 
all"  little  ladies,  punctuated  by  inane  side  remarks  and  gum- 
chewing.  Such  the  littile  miss  of  sixteen  summers  in  this,  our 
twentieth  century: 

**Ah.   gone  are  'the   girls 
Of  the  ribbons  and  curls' 
And  the  fragrant  old-fashioned  bouquet" — 


And  they  have  taken  with  them  the  most  cherished  of  attri- 
butes'—true refinement. 

— Worcester  Catholic  Messenger. 


122  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

The    Old    Clock 

By  Chbistine  Johnston,  Foubth  Class. 

Many  things  happened  before  I  entered  upon  my  career 
as  a  class-room  clock,  but  they  are  of  no  importance  now,  for 
I  feel  as  if  the  better  part  of  my  life,  and  certainly  the  most 
useful,  was  ticked  out  in  that  little  school  in  Amiens. 

To  begin  with,  I  was  placed  in  this  "House  of  Learning" 
through  the  efforts  of  five  little  children  who  saved  up  their 
sous  until  they  were  able  to  purchase  me  from  the  clock-maker 
whereupon  I  was  presented  with  a  great  deal  of  shyness  and 
inward  joy  to  the  teacher  on  her  Saint's  day,  the  Feast  of  Saint 
Genevieve.  Then  I  had  many  adventures,  and  how  well  I  re- 
member the  first  one.  A  little  boy,  Jean  de  Boise,  although 
forbidden  by  the  teacher,  entered  the  class-room  at  noon  hour 
with  two  of  his  companions,  and  began  playing  with  a  ball, 
bouncing  it  against  the  wall  and  catching  it.  You  can  ima- 
gine my  terror  at  the  sight  of  it  coming  near  me.  At  last  my 
worst  fears  were  realized  and  the  ball  bounced  against  my 
face,  cracking  it  and  disfiguring  my  dignified  Roman  Numerals. 
Then,  of  course,  I  had  to  be  sent  to  the  clock-maker,  who  very 
obligingly  gave  me  a  new  face  and  brushed  and  cleaned  me 
until  I  felt  quite  my  old  self  again.  Nearly  two  years  passed 
and  all  the  while  I  continued  to  tick,  tick,  tick  on  the  wall, 
smiling  on  good  children  and  frowning  on  the  tardy  and  naughty 
ones.  Then  the  war  broke  out  and  thou^gh  the  children  came 
to  school  as  usual,  I  no  longer  heard  gay  and  merry  laughter. 
Their  talk  was  all  about  the  war,  the  dreadful  war.  When  the 
window  was  opened  I  could  hear  passers-by  asking  one  another, 
"Well,  any  war  news  to-day?"  "A  great  deal,  but  not  very 
encouraging."  That  made  my  heart  beat  faster  and  sometimes 
the  children  would  comment  on  my  unusual  ways.  I  could  see 
the  soldiers  drilling  in  the  plot  across  the  street  and  flags  fly- 
ing from  the  house  windows.  Months  and  months  passed  and 
still  all  was  war.    By  this  time  I  couHd  hear  the  canons  roaring 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  123 

in  the  distance,  and  time  and  atgain  I  caught  rumours  of  the 
havoc  that  was  being  wrought  by  the  Big  Berthas  and  the 
Krupps. 

One  day  a  great  canon-ball  burst  into  the  recreation  room 
across  the  hall.  Luckily  the  children  were  not  there,  but  the 
school  was  wrecked.  I  was  torn  from  the  wall  and  fell  on  my 
face  amid  the  debris,  a  crushed  and  broken  thing.  Now  I  said 
in  the  beginning  that  many  things  had  happened  to  me  before! 
became  a  class-room  clock,  and  many  things  have  happened 
to  me  since  too,  not  very  pleasant  ones  either;  for  two  armies 
have  marched  over  this  debris  and  I  may  truly  say  '*I  have  seen 
better  days."  What  is  left  of  me  now  is  waiting  with  resigna- 
tion to  vanish  in  smoke  at  the  hands  of  the  first  salvaging  gang 
that  may  come  this  way. 


V^*^^V^^' 


By  Helen  Kebnahan. 

Winter  is  gone  and  Spring  is  here — 

Beautiful,  sunny  Spring, 
The  wind  is  warm,  the  sky  all  clear, 

And  birds  are  on  the  wing. 

The   skipping-ropes  make   merry  hum, 
The  days  with  laughter  ring. 

For  Winter's  dead  and  Spring's  alive- 
Beautiful,  sunny  Spring. 


124 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


The  Christmas  edition  of  "The  Academy"  is  one  of  merit. 
The  many  short  stories,  told  very  interestingly,  have  each  a 
moral  attached  to  them.  The  poems,  too,  were  very  simple, 
but  beautiful — of  these  we  liked  best  "The  Faithful  Star," 
which  describes  the  star  which  marked  the  birthplace  of  the 
Infant  Jesus. 

***** 

In  the  "Young  Eagle"  we  find  many  delightful  poems  and 
well-written  stories — the  latter  show  careful  thought.  The 
good  essay  on  the  present  war  entitled  "On  Christmas  Eve  at 
Rheims,"  describes  the  famous  Cathedral,  as  to  its  beauty  in 
architecture  in  the  past  and  its  ruination  at  the  present.  Not 
only  is  France  weeping  for  the  destruction  of  art  alone — the 
whole  world  mourns. 


"The  Marywood  College  Bay  Leaf"  is  a  new-comer  to  our 
Exchange  Table,  but  it  has  assured  for  itself  a  warm  welcome. 
In  "John  Ayscough's  Marywood  Lecture  on  Jane  Austin,"  we 
find  a  comparison  of  the  novelists  Jane  Austin  and  Sir  Walter 
Scott.  The  Marywood  Public  Debate" — resolved  that  Congress 
should  be  given  the  power  of  amendment  to  the  Constitution 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  125 

to  regulate  manufactures  and  industry — proves  very  interest- 
ing. The  negatives  upheld  every  argument  which  could  be 
presented. 

m     #     #     #     # 

From  Washington  comes  the  "Trinity  College  Record" — 
which  is  an  example  of  the  excellent  nature  of  the  journanls 
published  by  the  students  of  Catholic  Colleges.  The  thought 
of  the  essay  entitled  "Commerce  As  a  Cause  of  War,"  may  be 
summed  up  in  this  paragraph- — Commerce  constituted  the  cause 
of  the  war  of  1812-14,  the  war  between  the  North  and  South, 
and  the  Spanish-American,  and  we  may  venture  to  state  that 
it  was  also  a  cause  of  the  last  great  war.  In  fighting  for  their 
liberty,  the  citizens  have  made  the  world  safe  for  democracy, 
and  so  liberty  resulted.  Every  country  deserves  praise  for 
keeping  itself  protected  during  the  crisis  through  which  civil- 
ization has  passed."     We  always  enjoy  the  Trinity  College 

Magazine. 

*  #     *     *     * 

"Thoughts  on  Coleridge,"  a  short  essay  in  the  "De  Paul 
Minerval,"  is  especially  interesting.  The  poem  entitled  "God's 
Masterpiece,''  is  exceedingly  beatuiful.  The  "De  Paul  Miner- 
val" in  every  way  reaches  the  standard  of  a  good  magazine. 

•  #    *     «     * 

In  the  "Fordham  Monthly"  we  find  many  noteworthy  con- 
tributions— the  short  stories  are  well  developed  and  the  poets' 
corner  shows  great  ability  on  the  part  of  the  composers. 

***** 

We  also  gratefully  acknowledge  the  receipt  of  the  follow- 
ing exchanges:  "The  Prospector,"  "Ariston,"  "St.  Vincent 
College  Journal,"  "The  Academia,"  "The  Niagara  Index," 
"The  Laurel,"  "The  Alvernia,"  "St.  Mary's  Chimes,"  "The 
Saint  Francis,"  "St.  Vincent's  Journal"  and  others. 

K.  MicNALLY. 


^|S-=i" 


126  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


M^  Sab 

By  Eileex  iMoGuane, 

My  dad  says  he  can't  understand 

When  girls  begin  to  rhyme, 
Why  they  should  always  write  about 

"My  Mother"  all  the  time. 

He  says  in  most  girls'  magazines, 

On  some  page  or  another, 
You're  sure  to  find  a  poem  written 

All  about  "My  Mother." 

You  never  find  a  word  to  say 

QHow  good  their  dads  may  be, 
It's  "Mother's  this"  and  "Mother's  that," 

As  far  as  he  can  see. 

And  so  next  time  I  write  a  poem 

'Twill  be  about  my  "paw," 
The  dearest,  bestest,  sweetest  dad 

This  old  world  ever  saw. 


©rattaformattott 

By  Maky  Coughlin. 

Mayhap  in  days  to  come  I'll  be 
All  that  they  now  desire  of  me, 
A  rock  of  sense,  whose  judgment  clear 
They'll  all  consult,  both  far  and  near. 
Mayhap  in  days  to  come  you'll  see 
This  most  amazing  change  in  me. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  127 


The    Newsboy 

By  Feaxtza  Kormann,  Form  I. 

Early  on  a  raw,  chilly  morning  in  March,  Tony,  the  little 
newsy,  was  at  his  post  on  the  corner  of  Maine  and  Vermont. 
He  was  wan  and  haggard  looking,  his  toes  peeping  out  of  his 
shoes,  and  a  sad  depressed  look  in  his  eyes.  A  gentleman 
passed. 

"Paper,  Sir?" 

"Yes." 

The  deal  was  made  and  the  young  man  passed  on,  not  know- 
ing how  glad  the  little  lad  was  of  his  sale,  for  business  was 
poor  so  early  in  the  morning. 

Gradually,  more  and  more  people  filled  the  streets,  and  soon 
the  traffic  grew  heavy.  The  newsy  was  kept  busy  now,  but 
not  so  intent  on  his  sales  that  he  did  not  see  an  old  lady  waiting 
for  a  chance  to  cross  the  congested  street.  She  made  her  way 
to  the  centre  of  the  road,  where  she  was  caught  amid  cars  and 
motors.  Just  as  she  was  looking  helplessly  about,  a  cold,  be- 
grimed little  hand  stole  into  hers,  leading  her  safely  across. 
"God  bless  you  and  keep  you,  my  boy,"  said  she,  as  the  little 
lad,  confused  at  the  unaccustomed  kindness,  shot  quickly  back 
to  his  corner. 

The  old  lady  was  gone  now,  but  her  words  were  still  ringing 
in  Tony's  ears.  It  was  the  first  time  anyone  had  ever  said  a  kind 
word  to  him,  and  even  though  it  was  a  common  blessing,  it 
went  right  to  his  heart.  He  had  no  one  to  go  to  for  a  word  of 
sympathy  or  love,  so  that  "God  bless  you"  meant  more  in  his 
life  than  any  amount  of  money  which  might  have  been  given 
him,  and  Tony  says  he  will  remember  the  dear  old  lady  as  long 
as  he  lives. 


128  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

The    Letter    Box 

Translated  from  the  French  of  Ren6  Bazin. 
By  Cecile  Keoqh. 

NO  one  could  describe  the  peace  that  enveloped  that  coun- 
try rectory.  The  parish  was  small,  well-intentioned,  well- 
to-do,  accustomed  to  the  old  priest  who  had  been  its  direc- 
tor for  thirty  years.  The  village  ended  at  the  presbytery;  the 
presbytery  reached  to  the  meadow  which  sloped  towards  the 
river,  and  from  which  rose  in  the  warm  weather  the  song  of 
the  earth  scented  by  the  perfume  of  plants.  Behind  the  too 
large  house  a  kitchen-garden  bordered  on  the  meadow,  and 
received  the  first  and  last  rays  of  the  sun.  As  early  as  the 
month  of  May  one  could  see  cherries  there,  gooseberries  often 
earlier,  and  a  week  before  the  Assumption,  one  could  not  pass 
within  a  hundred  metres  of  it,  without  smelling  the  heavy 
perfume  of  ripening  melons. 

You  must  not  think  that  the  Cure  of  St,  Philemon  was  a 
glutton.  He  had  arrived  at  the  age  when  the  appetite  is  mere- 
ly a  memory,  his  back  was  stooped,  his  face  wrinkled,  his  eyes 
small  and  grey  and  one  quite  blind,  and  one  ear  so  deaf  that 
in  addressing  him  it  was  always  necessary  to  approach  from 
the  other  side.  Oh  no,  he  did  not  eat  all  the  fruits  of  his  or- 
chards! The  small  boys  and  the  birds  had  also  their  share — 
especially  the  birds — the  blackbirds  which  lived  there  in  com- 
fort all  the  year  round  and  sang  their  best  in  return;  the 
orioles,  pretty  wayfarers,  who  helped  themselves  during  weeks 
of  great  abundance ;  the  sparrows,  the  warblers  and  finally 
the  tom-tits,  a  species  swarming  and  voracious,  with  tufts  of 
feathers,  big  as  fingers,  hanging  on  branches,  turning,  climb- 
ing, piercing  a  grape-seed  here,  pecking  at  a  pear  there — real 
beasts  of  prey,  giving  in  recompense  only  a  little  shrill  cry 
like  the  buzz  of  a  saw.  Old  age  had  rendered  the  Cure  of  St. 
Philemon  indulgent  even  to  them.     These  little  creatures  are 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  129 

not  blameless,"  said  he,  "but  if  I  would  change  them,  how 
many  of  my  parishioners  must  I  wish  to  improve  also?"  And 
he  contented  himself  with  clapping  his  hands  on  entering  the 
garden,  in  order  not  to  be  a  witness  to  the  appalling  depre- 
dations. 

Then  there  would  be  a  fluttering  of  wings,  as  if  all  the 
flowers  of  all  the  wild  plants  were  set  on  wing — grey,  white, 
yellow  and  variegated  ones ;  a  little  flight,  a  rustling  of  leaves, 
and  then  peace  for  five  minutes  more.  But  what  minutes! 
What  silence !  Remember  there  was  not  one  factory  in  the 
village,  nor  one  tradesplace,  nor  forge  hammer,  and  the  noise 
of  men  and  their  horses  and  oxen  filtering  across  the  country, 
isolated,  invisible,  merged  and  died  in  the  vibration  of  the  air 
rising  from  the  heated  earth.  Mills  were  unknown,  roads 
scarcely  frequented,  railways  far  distant.  If  the  repentance 
of  those  garden-warblers  had  lasted,  the  priest  would  have 
been  lulled  to  sleep  over  his  breviary  by  the  very  silence. 

Fortunately  the  return  was  prompt;  a  sparrow  set  the  ex- 
ample, a  jay  followed  and  the  entire  aviary  resumed  work. 
In  vain  the  priest  might  pass  and  repass,  holding  his  book 
shut,  or  opening  it,  murmuring,  "They  will  not  leave  me  one 
grain  this  year";  no  bird  left  its  prey  no  more  than  if  the 
Cure  were  a  cone-shaped  pear  tree  with  thick  foliage,  sway- 
ing in  time  on  the  gravel  walk. 

Birds  guess  that  those  who  complain  do  not  act.  Each 
spring  they  nested  around  the  rectory  of  St.  Philemon  in 
greater  numbers  than  anywhere  else.  The  best  places  were 
quickly  occupied ;  the  hollows  in  the  trees,  the  holes  in  the  walls, 
the  forked  branches  of  the  apple-trees  or  hornbeams,  and  one 
could  see  brown  beaks,  like  sword  points,  projecting  from  hand- 
fuls  of  hay  between  all  the  rafters  of  the  roof.  One  year, 
when  all  had  been  taken,  a  tomtit,  I  suppose  in  embarrassed 
circumstances,  perceived  a  little  slit,  protected  by  a  board,  sunk 
in  the  thickness  of  the  masonry  to  the  right  of  the  entrance 
door  of  the  presbytery;  she  slipped  in,  came  back  satisfied 
with  her  exploration,  brought  some  materials  and  built  her 


130  ST.  JOSEPPI  LILIES 

nest,  neglecting  nothing  to  keep  it  warm — neither  feathers, 
nor  wool,  nor  flakes  of  lichens  to  cover  the  old  wood. 

One  morning  the  house-keeper,  Philomene,  came  in  furiously 
holding  a  paper.  'It  was  under  the  laurel  arbour  at  the  end 
of  the  garden, 

''Look,  Father,  see  the  state  of  this  paper!    That  is  nice!" 

"What  do  you  mean,  Philomene?" 

"Your  horrid  birds,  all  those  birds  that  you  keep  here. 
They  will  soon  be  nesting  in  your  soup-tureens." 

"But  I  only  have  one  soup-tureen,  Philomene." 

"They  have  even  taken  it  into  their  heads  to  nest  in  your 
letter-box.  I  opened  it,  because  the  postman  rang,  which  has 
not  happened  for  many  days.  It  was  full — of  hay,  horsehair, 
spider-threads,  feathers  enough  to  make  an  eider-down  com- 
forter, and  in  the  midst  of  it  all  a  creature  which  I  hadn't  seen, 
hissed  at  me,  like  a  viper." 

The  Cure  of  St.  Philemon  began  to  laugh  like  a  grandfather 
hearing  the  pranks  of  a  child. 

"It  must  be  the  titmouse,"  said  he,  "she  is  the  only  one  who 
could  invent  such  a  trick.  Above  all,  don't  disturb  it,  Philo- 
mene." 

"Indeed  there's  no  danger  of  my  disturbing  anything  so 
beautiful." 

The  priest  hastened  across  the  garden,  through  the  house 
and  the  yard,  planted  with  asparagus,  down  to  the  wall  of  en- 
closure which  separated  the  presbytery  from  the  public  high- 
way, and  there  by  a  careful  effort  of  his  hand,  he  opened  the 
monumental  niche  which  could  easily  have  held  the  annual 
correspondence  of  the  whole  community. 

He  had  not  made  a  mistake.  The  shape  of  the  nest — like  a 
pineapple- — its  colour,  the  composition  of  its  woof,  and  the 
lining  which  showed  through — all  convinced  him.  He  listened 
to  the  hissing  of  the  invisible  brooder,  and  answered  it.  "Don't 
cry,  little  one,  I  recognize  you,  twenty-one  days  for  hatching, 
three  weeks  to  rear  the  little  ones — is  that  what  you  want? 
Then  ycu  shall  have  it.    I  shall  take  the  key." 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  131 

He  took  the  key,  indeed,  and  when  he  had  fulfilled  his 
morning  duties,  visits  to  parishioners  in  trouble  or  pain,  in- 
structions to  the  messenger  who  was  to  select  some  grain  for 
him  in  the  city,  a  climb  to  the  steeple  from  which  the  storm  had 
blown  down  some  stones — he  remembered  the  tomtit,  and 
thought  how  inconvenienced  it  would  be  by  the  arrival  of  any 
correspondence,  the  dropping  of  a  letter,  for  instance,  on  the 
nest  of  eggs. 

The  hypothesis  was  not  likely;  one  did  not  receive  at  St. 
Philemon  any  more  letters  than  one  sent  out.  The  mail-carrier 
was  scarcely  more  than  a  traveller,  drinking  soup  at  this  one 's 
house,  having  a  glass  at  another's,  and  leaving  from  time  to 
time  a  letter  of  conscription  or  a  notice  of  taxes  on  some  remote 
farm.  However,  since  the  feast  of  St.  Robert  was  approaching, 
which,  as  everyone  knows,  falls  on  the  twenty-ninth  of  April, 
the  priest  thought  it  best  to  write  to  the  only  three  friends 
he  had,  deserving  of  that  name,  whom  death  had  conserved  to 
him-— a  layman  and  two  clergymen.  "My  friend,  do  not  write 
me  on  my  Feast  Day  this  year,  I  beg  of  you.  It  would  be  in- 
convenient for  me  to  receive  letters  just  now.  Later  on  I  will 
explain  to  you,  and  you  will  understand  my  reasons." 

They  thought  his  eyesight  was  failing,  and  did  not  write. 

The  Cure  of  St.  Philemon  was  glad.  For  three  weeks  he 
did  not  pass  the  encasement  once,  without  thinking  of  the  rosy, 
speckled  eggs  which  lay  there,  so  near,  and  when  the  twenty- 
second  day  had  come,  he  bent  down,  listened  at  the  opening, 
and  said,  radiantly,  "There  is  chirping,  Philomene,  there  is 
chirping ;  there  must  be  life,  and  I  am  far  from  regretting  what 
I  have  done." 

Old  as  he  was,  there  were  still  corners  in  his  heart  which 
held  feelings  that  would  always  be  young. 

About  the  same  time,  in  the  green  room  of  the  Bishop's 
Palace,  the  Bishop  was  deliberating  upon  the  nominations  to  be 
made,  with  his  councillors,  his  two  vicars-general,  the  dean  of 
the  cathedral,  the  general  secretary,  and  the  director  of  the 
Grand  Seminary.  After  providing  for  several  posts  of  curates 
and  parish  priests,  he  expressed  himself  thus: 


132  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

"Councillors,!  have  a  candidate,  excellent  in  every  way  to 
be  pastor  of  X,  but  it  seems  suitable  to  me  to  offer  at  least  this 
charge  and  honour  to  one  of  our  oldest  priests,  the  Cure  of  St. 
Philemon.  He  will  not  accept  it,  doubtless,  and  his  modesty,  no 
less  than  his  age,  will  be  the  cause.  But  we  shall  have  rendered 
homage,  which  is  certainly  due  from  us,  to  his  virtue." 

The  five  councillors  were  unanimous  in  their  approval,  and 
that  evening  a  letter  left  the  Bishop's  palace,  signed  by  the 
Bishop  and  carrying  a  postscript:  "Answer  immediately,  my 
dear  Father,  or  else  come  and  see  me,  because  I  am  obliged 
to  make  my  proposal  within  three  days  to  the  administration." 

The  letter  reached  St.  Philemon  the  very  day  of  the  hatch- 
ing of  the  tom-tits;  with  great  difficulty  on  the  part  of  the 
postman,  it  was  slipped  into  the  opening  of  the  post  box,  dis- 
appeared and  remained  at  the  bottom  of  the  nest,  like  a  white 
pavement  on  the  floor  of  a  dark  room. 

The  time  came  when  the  little  wings  of  the  tom-tits,  their 
blue  quills  all  filled  with  blood,  were  covered  with  down.  Four- 
teen little  ones,  squalling,  tottering  on  their  soft  little  feet, 
with  their  beaks  wide  open  right  up  to  their  eyes,  from  morn- 
ing till  night  never  ceased  to  await  a  beakful,  to  digest  it  and 
then  demand  another.  'It  was  during  that  first  short  period 
when  the  little  ones  have  no  sense.  But  soon  there  were  dis- 
putes in  the  nest,  which  began  to  give  way  under  the  efforts 
of  wings.  The  birds  began  to  fall  over  the  edge,  then  make 
long  excursions  along  the  walls  of  the  box,  and  halts  near  the 
entrance  of  the  opening  in  the  side,  by  which  air  was  admitted. 
Then,  finally,  they  ventured  outside. 

The  Cure  of  St.  Philemon  from  a  neighbouring  field,  as- 
sisted with  great  pleasure  at  this  garden-party.  On  seeing  the 
little  ones  appear  under  the  little  board  of  the  letter-box, 
in  twos  and  threes,  taking  to  wing,  returning,  starting  out 
again,  like  bees  from  a  hive,  he  said  to  himself,  "Childhood  is 
ended,  and  a  good  work  accomplished;  they  are  all  hatched." 

The  next  day,  during  that  hour  of  leisure  which  followed 
dinner,  he  approached  the  box,  with  the  key  in  his  hand.    He 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  .  133 

rapped  at  the  box.  No  reply.  "I  thought  so,''  he  muttered. 
He  opened  the  box,  and,  mixed  with  the  debris  of  the  nest, 
the  letter  fell  into  his  hand. 

"My  Goodness,"  said  he,  recognizing  the  writing,  "a  letter 
from  His  Grace !  and  in  such  a  condition !  How  long  can  it 
have  been  there?"  He  turned  pale  as  he  read  it. 

"Philomene,  harness  Robin  quickly!" 

She  came  to  see,  before  obeying. 

"What  is  the  matter  with  you.  Father?" 

"The  Bishop  has  been  waiting  for  me  for  three  weeks." 

"You  can't  make  up  for  that  now,"  said  the  old  woman. 

His  absence  lasted  till  the  next  evening.  When  he  returned 
home  he  looked  quite  peaceful,  but  sometimes  peace  does  not 
come  without  effort,  and  we  have  a  struggle  to  maintain  it. 
When  the  Cure  had  helped  to  unharness  Robin,  and  had  given 
him  some  oats,  and  had  then  changed  his  own  soutane  and 
emptied  his  valise,  in  which  he  had  brought  back  numerous 
parcels  from  the  city,  it  was  just  the  hour  when  the  birds  are 
rehearsing  the  day's  events  in  the  tree-tops.  There  had  been 
a  rain-storm,  drops  still  fell  from  the  leaves  as  they  were  stirred 
by  birds  seeking  a  place  for  the  night. 

On  recognizing  their  master  and  friend  coming  down  the 
gravel  path,  they  flew  down  and  fluttered  about  him  with  un- 
usual noise,  and  the  tom-tits  of  the  nest,  the  fourteen,  still 
poorly  fl.edged,  attempted  their  first  spirals  around  the  pear- 
trees,  and  their  first  open-air  concert. 

The  Cure  of  St.  Philemon  looked  at  them  with  a  paternal 
eye,  but  also  with  a  melancholy  tenderness,  as  one  regards 
those  who  have  cost  them  dear. 

"My  little  ones,"  said  he,  "without  me  you  would  not  be 
here,  and  without  you  I  should  have  been  Cure  of  Canton.  But 
I  regret  nothing;  no,  do  not  insist,  your  gratitude  is  very 
noisy." 

He  clapped  his  hands  impatiently. 

To  be  sure,  he  had  never  been  ambitious;  even  at  that  very 


134  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

moment  he  was  truthful.  Yet  the  next  day,  after  a  sleepless 
night,  talking  with  Philomene,  he  saidi: 

"Next  year,  Philomene,  if  the  tom-tit  returns,  you  warn  me. 
It  is  certainly  annoying." 

But  the  tom-tit  never  returned,  and  neither  did  the  big  let- 
ter, stamped  with  the  coat  of  arms  of  the  Bishop. 


©It?  KtmpU 

(With  apologies  to  Mary's  Pet  Lamb). 
By  Hilda  Meyek. 

Aileen  had  a  Kewpie  Doll 

As  ugly  as  could  be, 
And  everywhere  that  Aileen  went 

That  Kewpie  too  you'd  see. 

She  brought  it  down  to  class  one  day, 
"Which  was  against  the  rule, 

For  Kewpie  dolls  are  not  allowed 
To  come  and  sit  in  school. 

And  when  the  teacher  saw  the  Kewp, 
Her  look  just  made  us  quail; 

Aileen  no  longer  has  a  doll, 
So  ends  this  short,  sad  tale. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  135 


College    Notes 

The  Forty  Hours'  Devotion  was  held  in  the  College  Chapel, 
December  12th,  13th  and  14th,  On  the  evening  of  the  13th 
Father  V.  Murphy,  C.S.B.,  gave  a  very  simple,  but  beautiful, 
talk  on  Meditation,  pointing  out  to  us  how  very  easy  a  thing 
after  all  it  is  to  meditate,  since  meditation  is  really  only  an 
intimate  talk  with  God.  The  Forty  Hours  was  opened  and 
closed  as  usual  with  solemn  High  Mass. 

*  *     #     *     « 

We  were  privileged  to  have  the  great  'Irish  writer,  Seuraas 
MacManus,  give  readings  from  his  own  delightful  writings. 
The  tales  of  Irish  fairy  lore  were  particularly  entertaining. 

«     *     *     *     # 

On  Jan.  27th  Doctor  Silverthorne  gave  a  very  entertaining 
talk  on  his  trip  throughout  the  West.  The  lantern  slides  which 
the  doctor  showed  gave  an  added  interest  to  his  description  of 
what  was  certainly  a  unique  holiday  trip  along  the  Peace 
River.  We  are  deeply  indebted  to  Doctor  Silverthorne  for  his 
kindness. 

*  *     *     *     # 

We  are  sorry  to  hear  that  two  of  our  graduates,  Miss  Rita 
Ivory  and  Miss  Edna  Madden,  B.A.,  have  been  seriously  ill. 
We  wish  them  complete  recovery. 

*  *     •     •     * 

It  grieves  us  to  record  the  death  of  Dr.  Dwyer,  Canada's 
leading  diagnostician,  who  has  been  a  good  and  kind  friend 
to  St.  Joseph's.  Many  of  us  remember  with  pleasure  the  in- 
structive course  of  lectures  Dr.  Dwyer  gave  us  a  few  years  ago, 
on  the  Great  World  War.  The  loss  to  Catholic  interests  sus- 
tained by  his  death  is  exceedingly  great. 

***** 

Again  we  hear  from  our  South  American  friends,  the  Misses 
Mercedes  and  Ivy  Powell.  Their  cable  bearing  Xmas  Greet- 
ings, was  received  joyfully. 


136 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 


There's    lots  of  fun  in  the  winter,  we  think, 

For  S.  J.  C.  boasts  a  splendid  rink. 
«     *     «     «     « 

On  Dec.  12th  the  pupils  of  the  first  course  presented  an 

Xmas  play,  consisting  of  three  acts  and  a  prologue.     It  was 

entitled  "The  Desired  of  All  Nations,"  and  was  repeated  the 

afternoon  of  the  13th  for  the  children  of  the  parochial  schools. 

The  caste  was  as  follows: 

The  Archangel  Gabriel — Miss  M.  Grace. 

Angels — E.  Shannon,  J.   Mulligan,   L.  Lacerte,  A.  Masse,  B. 

Melntyre,  M.  McGuire,  A.  Burke,  M.  Haynes,  H.  Hopkins. 
The  Blessed  Virgin — Helen  Kramer. 
St.  Joseph — ^Hilda  Kramer. 
Judah — M.  McCormick, 
Simeon — J.  Walsh, 
Levi — F.  Kuntz, 
Isaachai — V.  Kehoe 
Rebecca — K.  McNally, 
Leah — W.  Brahney, 
Ruth — G.  McGuire, 
Benjamin — K.  McConnell, 
Isaac,  Landlord  of  the  Inn — Y.  Didier. 
Petronis — E.  Allen,  \ 

Claudius — T.  McDevitt,    L,     ,     . 

_^    „      ■  '    ICenturions. 

Verus'— 'C.  Zuber, 

Flavins — L.  Bauer.  ^ 

Esther  and  Rachael — Daughters    of    the    Landlord 

Denis,  M.  Noonan. 

Jonathan — M.  Travers, 

David — A.  Bauer, 

Jacob — C.  Keogh, 

Simon — H.  Robbins, 

Reuben — S.  Meehan, 

Saul — A.  Gardi, 

Ezhia— K.  McNally, 


V.  Jews  at  the  Inn,  Bethlehem. 


T.  St. 


Shepherds. 


ST.  JOSEPH  LIMES  137 

Pilgrims — E.  Gendron,  I.  Canty,  A.  Lowe,  M.  Roque. 
Bartimaeus,  an  old  man  from  Galilee — B.  Trombley. 

*  *     *     ^     * 
Music  Notes. 

Several  of  the  music  pupils  have  had  the  privilege  of  hear- 
ing a  serie's  of  organ  recitals  given  by  Mr.  F.  A.  Moure,  organist, 
at  Convocation  Hall. 

Hearty  congratulations  to  the  Theory  pupils  on  their  won- 
derful success ! 

Grade  C  Junior  music  pupils  gave  a  recital  in  the  college 
auditorium  on  January  18th. 

HELEN  KRAMER. 
***** 

During  January  the  pupils  of  the  College  attended  a  lecture 
given  at  Convocation  Hall  by  Archbishop  McNeil.  The  open- 
ing address  was  given  by  Miss  Gertrude  Lawler,  M.A.,  who,  as 
President  of  the  Catholic  Women's  League,  explained  its  ob- 
ject and  organization.  His  Grace  spoke  of  the  irreparable 
loss  to  world  education  in  the  destruction  of  the  University 
of  Louvain.  The  Seniors  were  also  privileged  to  hear  Professor 
De  Wulf  speak  on  the  destruction  of  the  library  of  Louvain, 
giving  interesting  descriptions  of  seme  of  the  very  valuable 
books  of  the  thirteenth  century  which  now  destroyed  can  never 

be  replaced. 

*  *     *     *     * 

The  University  girls  of  St.  Joseph's  gave  an  afternoon  tea 

for  the  Graduating  Class  of  Loretto  Abbey  College  on  Tuesday, 

February  2nd. 

****** 

The  ceremony  of  reception  into  the  Sodality  of  Blessed 
Virgin,  held  annually,  took  place  on  the  Feast  of  the  Immacu- 
late Conception,  Dec.  8th.  The  sermon,  expressive  of  the  vir- 
tues and  prerogatives  of  our  Blessed  Lady,  was  delivered  by 
our  good  Chaplain,  Rev.  Father  McBrady.  The  solemn  cere- 
mony was  brought  to  a  close  by  Benediction  of  the  Blessed 
Sacrament. 


133  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

We  certainly  enjoyed  our  afternoon  at  St.  Patrick's  Bazaar, 
February  13th.  Our  good  friends,  the  Redemptorist  Fathers, 
know  how  to  treat  school  girls  royally. 

»     *     *     «     « 

In  February  the  Catholic  Women's  League  opened  a  Tea 
Room  on  King  Street  East,  which  was  used  as  an  emergency 
depot  where  supplies  might  be  had  for  those  destitute  families 
suffering  from  influenza.  The  organization  was  excellent,  com- 
prising as  it  did  a  committee  of  efficient  workers.  Moreover, 
the  Brothers  of  the  De  la  Salle  graciously  lent  the  services  of 
their  cadets  for  collecting  and  distributing  supplies.  Infinite 
indeed  is  the  amount  of  good  work  being  done  by  the  Catholic 
Women's  League,  and  in  this  particular  activity  countless  fam- 
ilies received  aid  from  the  organization. 

*     *     *     #     # 

The  pupils  of  the  college  wish  to  extend  their  sincerest 
sympathy  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  Halloran  of  Palmerston'  Boule- 
vard, in  the  death  of  their  daughter,  Miss  Marie  H.,  who  was  a 
former  pupil  of  St.  Joseph's. 

***** 

The  annual  college  retreat,  which  was  preached  this  year  by 
Rev.  Father  Roche,  opened  on  Thursday,  February  19th,  and 
closed  on  the  22nd.  It  was  an  event  not  soon  to  be  forgotten 
by  the  enthusiastic  participants.  Requiem  High  Mass  was  sung 
on  Saturday  and  Solemn  High  Mass  was  celebrated  at  the  close 
of  the  retreat,  after  which  the  Papal  blessing  was  given.  Very 
beautiful  and  inspiring,  too,  were  the  Holy  Hours  throughout 
the  retreat,  in  which  by  his  own  sincerity  and  spirituality  Fa- 
ther Roche  instilled  into  our  hearts  a  deep  realization  of  the 
lesson  of  love  which  Jesus  is  teaching  in  the  Blessed  Sacrament. 

M.  Mccormick. 


•i^m 


ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES  139 

The    Legend    of   the   White    Deer 

By  Cathebine  Mobgan.    Fobm  I. 

^fjrtOR  some  time  we  had  been  sitting  there  on  the  shore  of 
jt\  Mowich  Bay  in  silent  contemplation  of  the  tree-clad 
Rockies  with  their  back-ground  of  snow-capped  heights 
now  clothed  in  the  rosy  hues  of  the  setting  sun. 

At  last  Oscar  spoke,  but  in  a  tone  that  far  from  detracting 
from  the  sweet  silence  of  the  place,  rather  added  to  its  charm. 
"Did  you  ever  hear  the  legend  of  the  great  White  Mowich?" 

"No,"  I  answered,  "do  tell  me." 

So  he  began  simply :  "I  first  heard  it  from  a  Simpsean  In- 
dian Chief,  and  since  then  I  have  heard  it  many  a  time,  but  it 
never  seems  to  grow  old.  In  the  early  days  long  before  the 
coming  of  the  first  white  missionary,  there  dwelt  a  Simpsean 
Indian  Princess  whose  beauty  was  like  the  moonlight  on  the 
water,  and  her  form  like  a  slender  willow  sapling.  Her  voice 
resembled  that  of  a  softly  babbling  brook  and  she  was  as  fleet- 
footed  as  a  young  fawn.  That  was  how  she  came  to  be  called 
White  Deer.  Her  fame  spread  through  many  tribes  till  at 
length  it  reached  the  ears  of  a  young  Brave  named  Big  Bear, 
so  called  from  his  gigantic  stature  and  courage.  He  was  one  of 
the  hostile  tribes  Kithatlas,  but  he  resolved  to  fare  forth  to 
win  White  Deer  if  won  she  were  to  be.  So  quitting  his  com- 
panions he  stole  away  to  the  Simpsean  Settlement. 

For  many  days  he  lingered  in  the  neighbouring  forest, 
hoping  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  the  beautiful  one.  Then  one  day 
he  heard  a  sound  as  of  many  birds  warbling  sadly.  Crouching 
behind  a  tree,  he  beheld  the  Princess  as  she  stepped  forth, 
gracefully  bending  the  evergreen  boughs  that  barred  her  path. 
She  halted  for  a  moment,  startled  by  a  twig  crackling  under 
the  tense  limbs  of  Big  Bear,  but  reassured,  she  continued  her 
way,  and  sitting  down  by  the  river,  began  to  weep  bitterly. 
Marvelling  at  her  beauty  and  touched  by  her  grief,  Big  Bear 
could  restrain  himself  no  longer,  but  coming  forward  reverent- 
ly and  respectfully  sought  to  comfort  her. 


140  ST.  JOSEPH  LILIES 

"Why  dost  thou  weep,  fair  goddess  of  the  woods?"  he 
asked  tenderly.  Without  raising  her  head  she  made  answer, 
''Because  my  hand  is  promised  in  marriage  by  my  father  to  a 
proud  young  Chief  whom  I  love  not.  Red  Fox  is  his  name  and 
he  is  so  called  because  of  his  cunning." 

That  was  the  beginning  of  Big  Bear's  wooing  of  the  beauti- 
ful White  Deer.  At  last  Big  Bear,  determining  to  win  her 
honourably,  took  a  vow  to  the  full  moon  that  he  would  kill  his 
rival.  White  Deer  begged  him  not  to  be  rash,  reminding  him 
of  the  craftiness  of  Red  Fox.  But  Big  Bear  heeded  her  not,  and 
taking  only  his  bow  and  arrow,  went  resolutely  forth  to  slay 
or  to  die. 

But  the  Wily  Red  Fox,  armed  with  a  quiver  of  poisoned 
arrows  for  such  an  emergency,  eagerly  accepted  the  challenge. 
Long  and  fierce  was  the  contest,  till  at  last  a  poisoned  dart 
from  the  bow  of  Red  Fox  sought  the  heart  of  Big  Bear  with 
unerring  aim.  At  dawn,  when  White  Deer,  eager  and  anxious, 
beheld  not  her  loved  one,  but  the  hated  rival  approaching,  her 
worst  fears  were  confirmed.  Rushing  forth,  she  leaped  into 
the  stream  where  they  had  first  met,  crying,  "You  may  keep 
him  from  me  in  life,  but  death  cannot  separate  us." 

"And,"  concluded  Oscar,  "the  Indians  claim  that  a  great 
white  deer  and  a  huge  bear  are  often  seen  here  at  the  full  moon 
by  the  stream  where  she  perished.'' 

"I  know  not  how  long  we  had  sat  there,  each  absorbed  in 
thought,  when  Oscar  gently  touching  my  arm,  said,  "It's  get- 
ting chilly,  old  chap,  hadn't  we  better  turn  in  for  the  night?" 


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FRUITS  and  VEGETABLES 

Also  Fresh,  Frozen  and  Smoked 

FISH 

Quality  and  Service  Paramount 

FRONT  and   CHURCH   STS.,   TCRCNTO 

Fruit,   Main  6565  Fisli,   iVIain  6568 


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TORONTO 

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HOSPITALS 
NURSES 
SCHOOLS 
CONVENTS 
ORPHANAGES 
SEMINARIES 

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HOSPITAL  EQUIPMENTS 
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TRUSSES 
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M.    M.   CLANCY 

C.   GANNON 

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WHOLESALE  BUTCHER 

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QUALITY 

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29-34  CANADA  LIFE  BLDG. 

MEATS 

46  King  St.  W. 

Telephone      -      -      Main  3000 

23  MARGUERETTA  STREET 
Toronto,  Ont. 

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ST.   JOSEPH 

LILIES. 

Omemee  Dentifrice 

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"Whitens  the  Teeth." 

Rocommemded  by  I>eiDtlBtB, 
An'tiseiptiic,    Cleansing'. 

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KGURNEY-OXFORDM 

Omemee  Toilet  Cream 

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Preserves   the  Coimplexion, 

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Prevente    Rauighmiess    of    itlhe 

Whem    buying    a    lieatinig    or 

Skim, 

oooklug   appliance   of  any   de- 

Prepared from  Pureeit  Intjreidi- 

scription,  insist  on  one  bearing 

enits. 

tbe  oval  trade  mark  "GURNEY- 

Omemee  Talcum  Powder 

OXFORD."     That  is  youT  ab- 
solute   guarantee    of    satisfac- 

"Smooth   as    Velvet." 

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RefresMing. 

THE  GURNEY  FOUNDRY 

W.  LLOYD   WOOD 

CO.,  Limited 

64   and   06   Gerrard   Street   East, 

TORONTO,  CANADA. 

TORONTO. 

Also  Montreal,  Winnipeg,  Cal- 

Piice  25  cents  per  Package. 

earr.  Vancouver. 

Bamples  Sent  on  Bequest. 

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DR.  W.  J.  WOODS 

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2  Bloor  Street  East 

Phone  North  3258 


Phone  Main  2342 

HIGGINS  &  BURKE 

LIMITED 

WHOLESALE  QHOCERS 

Ai>dD  IMPORTERS 

31  and  33  Front  St  East 
TORONTO 


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Footwear  for  the 
Whole  Family 

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Reasonable  Prices 


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J.  Brotherton 

580  YONGE  ST. 

PHONE   N.  2092 


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PARKES,  McVITTIE  &  SHAW 

Insurance  Brokers 


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31  SCOTT  STREET 


TORONTO 


GE2NERAL  AGENTS. 


Royal  Ins.  Co.,  Ltd. 
Continental  Ins.  Co. 
Westchester  Fire  Ins.  Oo. 
Alliance  Ins.  Co. 
British  North  Western  Ins.  Co. 
London  &  Lancashire  Guarantee  ft  Ac- 
cident Gompanj.  Phones  Adelaide  2740—2741 


GEO.  A.  ALVERT 

CITV  AGENT 

31  SCOTT  STREET 


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MARTIN  NEALON 


Electric  Wiring 
and  Repairs 


342    HURON   STREET 

Phone  Oollege  1650 


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All  the  Latest  Magazines   and 
Newspapers. 

Paul  Mulligan 

Dealer  in 

Stationery  and  Fancy 
— Goods,  Cigars, — 
Cigarettes,  Tobaccos 


Agent   for   Butterick   Patterns. 


532  Yonge  St.        Toronto 


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ST.    JOSEPH   LILIES. 


REED  FURNITURE 

Children's  Vehicles 


Express  Wagons 
Doll  Cabs 

For  Sale  by  all  First  Claaa  Dealers 

The  Gendron  Mfg.  Co.  Ltd. 

TORONTO 


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DENTIST 


CORNER 

Mississauga  and  West  St. 

ORILLIA    ::     ONTARIO 


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St.  Michael's  College 

Toronto,         -         Ontario 

FEDERATED  WITH  THE 

University  of  Toronto 

courses: 
Arts,  High  School,  Commercial 

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J.  J.  HIGGINS 


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FUNERAL 

DESIGNS 

AND 

WEDDING 
BOUQUETS 

256J  YONGE  ST.  1450  QUEEN  ST.  WEST 

Phone  Adelaide  1207  Phoce  Parkdale  1392 


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LOYOLA  COLLEGE 

MONTREAL 

Under  the  Direction  of  the  Jesuit  Fathers 

Preparatory,  High  School   and  College 
Courses,  leading  to  B. A.  Degree 

NEW  BUILDINGS  SPACIOUS  PLAYING-FIELDS 

FOR    PROSPECTUS   APPLY    TO 

THE  RECTOR 

Loyola  College,  Sherbrooke  St.  West  Montreal,  Canada 

PleASK   PATBOiaZE   OuB    Advebtisebs. 


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ST.  JOSEPH'S  COLLEGE 


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ACADEMY 


ST.  ALBAN  STREET,  TORONTO 

RESIDENTIA^L    j^ND     DAY     SCHOOL 

FOR   YOUNQ   LADIES 

COLLEGE.  ACADEMIC.  COLLEGIATE.  COMMERCIAL  and 
PREPARATORY  COURSES 

Under  the  Direction  of  teachers  holding  University  degrees. 

For  Prospectus,  apply  to  the  MOTHER  SUPERIOR 


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EDGLEYS,  Limited 

The  Children's  Shop 

For  Stylish  Dresses,  Coats  and  Hats  from 
the  smallest  child  to  the  sweet  girl  graduate. 

Everything  for  the  new  baby. 

All  our  garments  are  exclusive  yet  moder- 
ate in  price. 

117  KING  WEST 


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DENTIST 


4^  Bond  Street 


Main  309 


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CATHOLIC 
CHURCH 
SUPPLIES 

CATHOLIC  BOOKS 

W.  E.  BLAKE  &  SON, 

Limited 

125  Church  Street 
TORONTO 


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Royal  Assurance  Co.  Ltd. 


OF  ENGLAND 


Largest  Fire  Insurance  G).  in  the  World. 


PERCY  J.  QUINN 

Local  Manager. 


WM.  A.  LEE  &  SON 

GENERAL  AGENTS 

26  VICTORIA  STREET,  -  -  TORONTO 

Phone  Main  6000  Residence  Phone  Park  667 


Fruit   and   Vegetables   Solicited 


BBAKOH 
WABBHOnSBS ; 

SUDBUBT, 
NORTH  BAT, 

COBALT, 
COOHBANE, 

and 
POROITPINE 


Ref«r»Beet  : 
Tha    Oansdian 

Bank 
of    Oommarea, 
(Mkt.   Branch) 
and   Oommar- 
eial  Aganoiaa. 


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WE  GET  YOU  BEST  PBICES 

Our  facilities  enable  us  to  realize  top  prices  at  all  times  for 
your  fruit,  vegetables,  or  general  produce.  Aside  from  oar 
large  connection  on  the  Toronto  market,  we  have  established 
branch  warehouses,  with  competent  men  in  charge,  at  Sudbttbt, 
NoBTH  Bat,  Cobalt,  Cochrane,  and  Pobcupink.  In  time  of 
congestion  on  the  Toronto  market,  we  have  a  ready  outlet 
through  these  branches.  We  never  have  to  sacrifice  your 
interests. 


H.    PETERS, 


88  FBONT  ST.  EAST, 


TORONTO,  ONT. 


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J.J.M.LANDY 

405  Ycnge  St.,  TORONTO,  OnL 

CRUCIFIXES, 

ROSARIES, 

PRAYER  BOOKS, 

CHRISTMAS  GOODS. 

Send  In  a  Trial  Order. 

CATHOLIC    CHURCH    AND 

MISSION  GOODS 

Of  every  Description. 

Phone  Main  6555. 
Residence  Main  5499. 


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WEAVER  COAL  CO. 

WHOLESALE 

COAL 

COKE  AND 

ANTHRACITE 
COAL 

Royal  Bank  Bldg. 

TORONTO 


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LEMAITRE'S   PHARMACY 

NOTED   FOR 

Genuine  Medicines, 
Absolutely  Pure  Drugs 

AND  RELIABLE    PRESCRIPTION    WORK 

A    FULL  LINE   OF 

Sick  Room  Requisites  and  Toilet  Qoods 

Prompt  Attention  to  Mail  Orders 

268  Queen  St.  West        Toronto 


SPECIALISTS   In   cleaning   interior   wall 

decoration!  of  all  description. 

Manufactarers   of 

IMPERIAL    CLEANER 

for  materially  renewing 
PAINTS  EMBOSSED 

ENAMELS  JAPANESE 

WOODWOEK  WALLPAPBKS 

METAL  OEILINGS     aOL';^LEArS 

and  fine  deooratJH  art 
For  prlc«  and  information  write  or  phone 

Standard  Cleaning  Prodocts  Limited 

64  Bictamond  E.,  Toronto     Phone  M.  2986 


TheOlubSoffeeOo. 

SPECIALISTS  IN 

FINE  COFFEES  AND  TEAS 


Importers,        Boasters        and 
TOEONTO,    ONT. 


Blenders 


Take  pleasure  in  announcing  that  the 
steady  increase  of  their  business  has 
forced  them  to  secure  larger  premises. 

In  a  large  ne\r  warehouse  built  by 
them,  the  most  up-to-date  roasting  and 
grinding  machinery  has  been  installed, 
and  DOW,  more  than  erer,  have  facili- 
ties on  hand  to  render  exceptional  ser- 
vice. 

A  specialty  is  made  of  supplying  large 
institutions. 

THE    NEW   ADDRESS 

240  Church  St.,  Toronto 

Telephone  Main   173 


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ST.    JOSEPH   LILIES. 


JStitpi^m  main  1034 


100  i^tirrbourn?  &Uttt 

(Cor.  Shuter  Street) 

Qforonto 


Phone  North  1680 


Chas.  A.  Connors 


Funeral  Director 
and  Embalmer 


Day,  Ferguson  & 
WALSH 

BARRISTERS,  SOLICITORS,  Etc. 


Phone  Main  2403,  2404, 
26  Adelaide  St.  West         .         TORONTO 


JAMEiS   E.   DAY 
JOK\   M.    FERGUSON 
JOSEPH   P.   W/LSH 


505  Yonge  Street  -  Toronto,  Ont. 


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Phone  Main  4270 

PRIVATE   BRANCH    EXCHANGE 

FOR  QUALITY  AND  PRICE 

SEE 

Medland  Bros. 

Limited 

WHOLESALE  GROCERS 

*       *       * 

73-75  Front  Street  East, 
TORONTO  -  -         ONT. 


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CICARETTES 


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Their  consistent  high 
quality  has  made  them 
the  biggest  selling 
cigarettes  in  the  world. 


SAINT  Joseph  Lilies.,        1919-20