66 XII. Pamphlets by Father Anderdon, S.J., and others. We can only give a word to each of several publications lying before us. "A Lion in the Path" (Burns & Oates), if the price be a penny, is an excellent pennyworth. It is a picturesque and practical exhortation against two opposite spiritual dangers, which are illustrated in a manner that makes one think of Spurgeon-minus cant and heresy. The same indefatigable pen gives us "Questions and Answers " (Burns & Oates), a cheap little controversial tract, which in another form has done good among inquiring Protestants in England. The Franciscan Fathers at Stratford, London, have published a translation of Father de Bussieres' little treatise on the "Presence of God" (Burns & Oates); and the same publishers send us Bishop Ullathorne's "Discourse on Church Music," spoken in St. Chad's Cathedral on the half jubilee of its choir. "The Church of the New Testament" (Burns & Oates) summarises in twenty pages the scripture-proof of the divinity of the Catholic Church; but it is hardly worthy to be No. 1 of a series, with the invidiously suggestive title of "Tracts for these Times." Among the more important of the books which will be noticed in our March number, are the new volume of the Public Life of our Lord, by Father Coleridge S.J., which is entitled the "Training of the Apostles;" an excellent volume of "Five Minute Sermons," by the New York Paulist Fathers, of which Messrs. M. H. Gill & Son are the Irish agents; and a charming set of poems, by an American Catholic, Maurice Egan. TO THE FOUNDER OF THE SOCIETY OF JESUS. BY THE AUTHOR OF EMMANUEL." O many a tribute of homage and love To patrons and friends 'mid the blessed above, That never-for words are so feeble and faint- What you and the God of my heart know full well: For founder and father the wisest and best. Dear Father Ignatius, I wish I could feel I almost am tempted to envy and praise What seems to be laid to your charge as a sin: If chivalry did not compel you to smite The Moor who once dared in your presence to slight That blow no ungenerous crime would have been. Brave soldier of Spain, braver soldier of God! How grand must your nature have been, and your heart, So deep and enduring a stamp to impart To Xavier and hundreds of heroes since then. You truly are one of the leaders of men; You lead them to God. Oh! the dupe and the knave Who at you and your Know well you and yours, and full gladly would die The Company banded by Captain so great! The demons of hell know their enemies best- When earth's war is done, * These three lines are one of St. Ignatius's maxims versified. The three youthful saints to the youthful so dear;* De Lugo and Bellarmine, who teachers teach, By prayer and example, the voice and the pen; A share shall for ever, Ignatius, be yours. Ignatius, a saint ere your earliest vow, A hero, an angel-what must you be now? How vile seemed the earth when you looked up to heaven!† O great St. Ignatius, look down from your throne Through whom and in whom you our father we call. To meet as your children, Ignatius, in heaven. prayer; St. Stanislaus Kostka, St. Aloysius Gonzaga, and Blessed John Berchmans. + Quam sordet terra dum cœlum aspicio. ‡ Ad majorem Dei gloriam ! WINGED WORDS. 1. I should never have made my success in life, if I had not besto wed upon the least thing I have ever undertaken the same attention and care that I have bestowed upon the greatest. [Compare this— from a letter of Charles Dickens to his son Henry-with the following.] 2. No one will succeed in great things unless he first succeed in small things.-St. Francis Xavier. 3. The Irish Catholic has suffered so long for his religion, that it is in the granules of his blood. James Anthony Froude (a sufficiently impartial witness). 4. It is only when we are not able to commit any more folly that we recognise what fools we were.-Miss Attie O'Brien's "From Dark to Dawn." 5. Resignation only changes the character of our suffering, it does not remove it; it sanctifies sorrow, but it does not lessen our sense of loss.-The same. 6. A tender conscience is like a tender eye which the least mote disturbs and annoys, making it water to wash off the stain, and express regret that ever it came there.-Old Life of St. Thomas of Hereford. 7. Pretences are necessary and agreeable very often, and there is no greater sham than your English sham honesty.-Mrs. Bishop's "Elizabeth Eden." 8. Eyes not trained in honourable habits are almost uncontrollably inquisitive. The same. 9. Things gained are gone, but great things done endure." Atalanta in Calydon." 10. Gratitude is a heavy burden to bear. If you do a man a good turn, he generally finds it too irksome to be grateful, and so becomes your enemy." The Golden Butterfly." 11. The exasperating thing about revenge is that it never satisfies, but leaves you at the end as angry as at the beginning. After all, one might just as well forgive a fellow at once.—The same. 12. A Greek poet implies that the height of bliss is the sudden relief of pain. But there is a nobler bliss still: the rapture of the conscience at the sudden release from a guilty thought.-Bulwer. 13. Nothing looks so like guilt as frightened innocence.-Kathleen O'Meara. 14. It is not what we earn, but what we save, that makes us rich. It is not what we eat but what we digest, that makes us strong. It is not what we read, but what we remember, that makes us learned. It is not what we intend, but what we do, that makes us useful. It is not a few faint wishes, but a life-long struggle, that makes us valiant.-Anon. THE WILD BIRDS OF KILLEEVY. A TALE. BY ROSA MULHOLLAND, AUTHOR OF "HESTER'S HISTORY," "THE WICKED WOODS OF TOBEREEVIL," ETC. BooK SECOND. CHAPTER X. FAN'S PROPOSAL. WHILE Herr Harfenspieler lectured the signora over her painting, Fan and Captain Rupert continued their walk homeward through the woods. "The signora is terrible when she makes up her mind," Fan had said, laughing, and Rupert answered: "That is why you are afraid to say all you think before her. You half promised to tell me more about yourself, if she were not by." "I should be glad to talk to anyone about my old friends and my long ago," said Fan. "Nobody here, but you, would listen to me." "Let me listen to you, then. I am longing to hear." Then Fan began her little history, and told him all she remembered about her childhood. Her simple recital fell on the ear of the man of the world less like the details of a real experience than like a tender idyl, the creation of a poet's fancy; and he became more in love with the speaker than ever. "Thank you for your beautiful confidence," he said, with a tremor in his voice and an unusual mist in his eyes. ""Tis I who must thank you. It has done me good to be allowed to speak." From the review of her past Captain Rupert passed quickly to the consideration of her future. "Do you intend to obey my uncle and go upon the stage?" he asked, anxiously. "I cannot but obey, he is so good to me. Besides, I have a reason of my own." "For becoming a public singer ?" "Yes." "You desire the excitement, the freedom?" said Captain Wilderspin, regretfully. "Or you are willing to make a fortune?" "None of these motives are anything like mine, though it is true I have a wish to be independent. But I will tell you what I hope. VOL. VIII., No. 81, March, 1880. 10 |