THE BOSTON COLLEGE STYLUS VOLUME XXI,
No. 5. FEBRUARY, 1908
CONTENTS THE MASS MEETING
THE PALLIUM BOYLE O'REILLY OUT LITERARY NOTES : Two CONGRESSIONAL ORATORS
WASHINGTON OLD CLASS PICTURES EDITORIAL JOTTINGS THE FRESHMAN HOP TVIATT
CLASS NOTES ALUMNI ACROAMA HIGH SCHOOL: AT SEBASTAPOL CLASS NIGHT OF FIRST NIGHT
THE FORSAKEN MERMAN THE SOPHOMORE BANQUET WITH THE FEBRUARY MUSE To A VACANT CHAIR THE HILL IN GEOLOGICAL PROFES-
HIGH SCHOOL NOTES ATHLETICS VERSE : IN TWILIGHT HOUR A TRANSCRIPT FROM FIONA MACLEOD A SONNET (?) THE COLLEGE BEAUTIFUL OUR MOTHER'S HOUSE
BOSTON COLLEGE BOSTON, MASS.
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THE MASS MEETING. M.
J. O'KEEFFE, '08.
The noblest and most exhilarating objects of human contemplation are those which exhibit human nature in its exalted aspects. Our hearts instinctively throb and burn in sympathy with grand thoughts and brave actions, and so they did on klondav evening, Jan. 20, 1908, at the monster mass meeting in the college hall. The Alumni Association had charge of the meeting, which was convened for the purpose of devising ways and means of starting the erection of the new Boston College on the recently purchased site in Newton. Never before in the history of Boston College has there been such a meeting, such enthusiasm, such genuine love manifested for Alma Mater. The mean of mind, the little of heart, the pusillanimous of soul had no place in the hall that evening. From every side, from everv corner of the large hall did the noble project receive support, financial as well as moral. Here was gathered a body of men of sound moral life and principle giving their hearts and souls to the furthering of one magnificent cause. Christian education. The spirit shown was no extempore work of transient impulse?a rocket rushing fretfully up to disturb the darkness by which after a moment's insulting radiance it is ruthlessly swallowed up?hut a steady fire which darted forth and will at every opportunity dart forth tongues of flame. Was it not glorious to feel that you were one of that loyal band, and
helping on such a cause? Let us review the events of the evening. Entering the hall your ears caught the strains of old college songs and songs composed for the occasion being rendered by the entire gathering. The college orchestra was playing with a fire that would not be spent. Everything tendered to make one feel that he was breathing the atmosphere of college spirit. Rack and forth, on one side of the hall, then on the other class yells and yells for Old B. C. were heartily given. Assuredly, it is not often we see such a sight. Then the speakers entered the hall, led by Dr. John F. O'Brien of Charlestown, the President of the Alumni Association, and chairman of the meeting. Dr. O'Brien first introduced Rev. Thomas I. Gasson, S. J., President of Boston College, who was received amid pandemonium. The black mass before him rose and burst into a waving of hats while giving from their hearts three cheers for the Father who had alreadv undertaken the great project. A lien all was quiet Fr. Gasson explained the absence of Archbishop O'Connell. our most distinguished alumnus, who was to have been present and make an address, but who was prevented from attending because of a severe cold. However. the Archbishop had sent a copy of his speech, which Fr. Gasson read. Frequently was the reader interrupted by applause. There is no need of quoting extracts of the speech
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as it appears elsewhere in this number. At the close of the reading Fr. Gasson called for three rising cheers for the Archbishop, which were lustily given. Addresses were then made by Rev. Michael J. Doody, *BO, permanent rector of the Church of the Annunciation, Cambridge, on "What Boston College has already done,'' and by Dr. Francis J. Barnes, 'B4 of Cambridge on "Catholic Higher Education." After these followed Rev. Patrick H. Callahan, '77, rector of St. John's Church, Newton Lower Falls on the "Need of a Greater Boston College." To satisfy this need Fr. Callahan in the name of the class of '77 announced that each living member pledged SSOO towards the carrying out of the project. This was the first pledge that was announced and drew forth hearty ap-
plause. Fr. Gasson was introduced as the next speaker and he undertook to unfold his plans and views with regard to the new College buildings and incidentally invited suggestions. When he spoke of his purpose to erect a gymnasium simultaneously with the first lecture building, in order not to send forth "paralyzed svllogizers," he drew forth prolonged applause irom the undergraduates. He said in part: "The Catholic Church has ever been the promoter and generous patron of education. The school, the college, the university, have ever been objects of her greatest solicitude and her devoted affection. She regards them as the outer fortifications which safeguard the citadel of truth and the sanctuary of piety. "The college, then, may be considered as the fortifications which guard the sacred temple of truth and as that temple is enlarged, so must the fortifications be expanded. "Since the days when this college was started, the Church has grown beyond the fairest dreams and the consequence is that we all feel the need of enlarging the fortifications.
that is, of expanding the college. We must have more room, we must have other surroundings, if we wish to do justice to trie system of training for which the Catholic Church stands. "Then we need a modern gymnasium, with corresponding opportunities for out-of-door sports, and this is a building which would call for early erection. "Nor must we neglect a proper home for the quiet, thoughtful boy, who loves to pursue in quiet the treaures of past ages and the wisdom of sages. Xo group of college buildings would be complete without a library and a hall, both for the lodgment of the treasures of wisdom and for the delivery of lectures upon the great problems which agitate philosophic and scientific minds. "Xor must we forget the shrine of piety, in which the youthful mind must he taught the solemn destiny of life and the means whereby man is lifted to the highest planes of Christian virtues." Towards the close of his address Fr. Gasson manifestly struck the hearts of those before him when he said, "Gentlemen, I am giving my life to the building of this new college. Every bone in my body, every drop of my blood, every nerve and fibre is given to the making of a more resplendent Boston Col lege." He felt the pulse and held the heart of his audience. What Boston College man could listen to this manifestation of self sacrifice. of heroism in encountering the many chilling and wearying influences attendant upon the carrying out of such a work, without wishing to be at the side of Fr. Gasson to fight to the end? Determination is there, and whatever the odds, while we are true to our general, they will be overcome. Let us rally round our brave leader, a Xapoleon not only in stature, but in mind and purpose. Among the others who spoke were Rev. John Cummins, '72, rector of the Church of
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the Sacred Heart. Roslindale, who was infecas follows: William F. Fitzgerald, of Brooktious with good humor and bright prospects; line, $10,000; Father Callanan on behalf of Rev. Thomas F. Brannan, 'B5, of the Gate the class of 1877 promised $5OO from each of Heaven Church, South Boston; Rev. member, namely: the Revs. John T. Broderick, Thomas F. McCarthy, 'B9, of the Church of rector of St. Teresa's Church, West Roxbury; St. Frances de Sales, Charlestown; Arthur W. John M. Donovan, rector of St. Joseph's Dolan, '97; Edward J. Brandon, ex-'B4, city Church, Ipswich; Wm. J. Millerick, rector of clerk of Cambridge; Judge E. M. Sullivan, 'OO, St. Patrick's Church, Stoneham, and X. R. Walsh, rector of St. ]\largaret's Church, of Ipswich; Francis J. Carney, '9B. of Cambridge. secretary of the Alumni Association. Beverly Farms, and Dr. Michael Glennon, of John T. O'Hare, 'OB. represented the student Stoughton, and Dr. Wm. G. McDonald, of body and his intensity of expression was such Boston. Father Cummins on behalf of himthat his remarks, which were indeed fitting, reself and his fellow classmates of 1872, Edward ceived full value and brought out not unA. McLaughlin, formerly clerk of the State merited applause. Mr. O'Hare's speech made House of Representatives, James R. Murphy, him a reputation among all B. C. men. The Dr. William A. Dunn and Dr. Henry C. Towle, last speaker was Timothy W. Coakley, 'B4, pledged $lOOO from each. Mr. Carney who spoke with all his eloquence, and terpledged $lO,OOO from the class of 1898. We could not think of closing without callminated his remarks by reading an original ing your attention again to the spirit of that poem. During the period of open forum many night. We saw our old boys in their true pledges were announced from the floor and . light. To Mr. Brandon, ex-'B3, we owe the one of the motions passed was to the effect spirit of song that was astir. Our Rev. Presithat another mass meeting be held a month dent has undertaken a great task, he needs hence to find out what had been accomplished great help. Get it for him. Let there be in during the intervening period. this most noble work tbat true enthusiasm When all was added up the pledges showed that $50,000 had been promised, but we have that will burn long, not a flashing, short-lived only started. Some that were received are comet, but a perennial, life-giving sun.
OSCAR. JAMES J. COTTER,
"Oscar" is the only name he is known by. lie worked last summer, as deck-hand on a To the men in the 15-cents-a-night lodging tow-boat, he gave his name as Smith. In the house where he hangs out, to the bartenders police court three days later, under the name at the saloons he frequents, and to his com-
panions of the "road." the loafers, the cheap crooks, this big, slouching, ragged tramp is
"Oscar.'' His last name is hidden in the mysteries of his checkered life. On the one day that
of Brown, he was sentenced to thirty days for drunkenness. When he returned to his old haunts he became again merely "Oscar."' He is one of the great army of "bums that infest every large city. He is an aimless, purposeless, useless derelict on life's sea. '
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In the composition of his character there is nothing definite or determined. He seems to drift aimlessly about everything he does, he drifts into the resorts he knows so well, dn ts up to you on the street and drifts into some old hard luck tale he has told for years, ana when you have parted with the customary nickel, he drifts away to the nearest saloon. Such a man is "Oscar." Yet this aimless, useless tramp took it upon himself the other day to avenge the dishonor of an insult that he believed was offered to the American people through him. it is true that "Oscar"' was drunk, but that fact merely enabled him to the better perceive the gross insult. "Oscar's" stock tale of woe had moved the heart of a benevolent old gentleman whom he accosted during the morning 011 Massachusetts avenue to the extent of a dollar. Evidently with the laudable purpose of doing all that lay in his power to relieve the financial stringency, he drifted into several barrooms and distributed the money among them, asking in return only a little liquid refreshment. Thus he worked his way well up into Roxbury and in time it chanced that he stood leaning heavily against the window of a Chinese laundry. Within, Woo Chin Ming, at the table facing the window, placidly engaged in ironing the Sunday shirts of Roxbury. Perceiving "Oscar"' gazing in, Woo endeavored to smile affably. But Woo Chin Ming has a face that was not made for smiles, and "Oscar" straightened up with sudden indignation. M as the chink trying to make faces at him? Woo bent over a bowl of water, straightened up, looked directly at "Oscar" and spurted a mouthful of water over the table of shirts. What? the chink was spitting at him! "Oscar" doubled up his fists. He shook with just wrath. Then cam< tin final insult. Woo had stuffed a hole in the win-
clow against which "Oscar" was leaning with old newpapers, years old, which he had found in the cellar. And what should meet "Oscar's" eye but a protruding paper with this headline in big black type: "CHINESE KILL AMERICANS." In the condition he was in, "Oscar" had no doubt that the words had been displayed there deliberately, and were merely another evidence of Woo's insolence. He started for the door. Woo made another face at him. Eor once "Oscar" did not drift. With the grave determination of a drunken man he strode within the store. He shook his fist under Woo's flat nose. "Watcher mean by-er 'sultirr' 'Merican citizen, yer dog-faced chink?" he demanded. Woo looked at him in blinking, uncomprehending astonishment. "You lose checkee?" he cpieried, backing slowly from "Oscar's" threatening fist. "Big Melicv man lose checkee? No checkee, no shir?" In his excitement he dropped the flatiron from his hand. It landed full on "Oscar's" foot. Emitting a wild whoop of anger "Oscar" aimed a mightly blow which Woo escaped by falling over a chair and crawling under the counter. He was assisted in his progress by a couple of lusty kicks. Disdaining to crawl after Woo, the victorious "Oscar" stood in the middle of the floor and challenegd the whole Chinese nation, if it contained a man among its numbers, to come forth and meet him in single combat. "Come out," he invited Woo. "Yer rateatin' heathen. Show yer kidney-pill face an' I'll knock yer slant eyes?hie?straight. Make faces, will ver. at 'spectable 'Merican citizen? Chinks kill 'Mericans, eh? Come out an' I'll murder yer." Crouched in the farthest corner beneath the counter, with chattering teeth and tremb-
THE BOSTON COLLEGE STYLUS ling limbs, fearful of his life, Woo was praying to a host of strange gods and promising to offer up innumerable joss-sticks if he escaped alive. Finding his challenge not accepted, '"Oscar" calmly kicked over a taffle containing the pile of Roxbury's Sunday shirts, deliberately knocked down all the parcels on the shelf, leisurely kicked over a chair and then.
feeling the insult to his race avenged, turned to depart. He paused with the door open, and as he stepped out, he muttered: ''lf yer want to renew that scrap, yer'll find me along the road here." And this devotee of rum and brandy, a wreck of humanity, senseless as any brute on the street, walked out to his world.
THE PALLIUM. JOHN J. SAVAGE, '09. "Pallium
The above quotation from a Boston newspaper. though a parody of a well-known motto, may contain more than appears on the surface. The Pallium is indeed the "Palma." the symbol of victory, upborne by a leader of spiritual The Palm might, too. be well the troops. symbol of protection against the scorching ravs of the sun, as under its shadow the faithful shepherd drives his weary flock. The word Pallium itself has been traced by philologists back to the Sanskrit root pa. meaning shelter or protection. From it have been derived the Gaelic peall. a skin, and the Latin pellis. As our distant forbears were wont to arrav themselves in skins, it only required the graces of civilization to have the garment of skins, the Pallium, come to be identified with the elegances of the Greek philosophers or of Roman imitators. Before Greece, however, became to be regarded as the arbiter elegantiarum, the Pallium, the distinctive dress of the Greeks was introduced into those Roman plays which had their prototypes in the Greek drama. Plautus in the Captivi makes the Parasite make the following observation : ?"Nunc certa res est, eodem paeto ut comici servi solent, Coniciam in collum pallium ?"
The different process which take place before the Pallium is placed on the shoulders of metropolitan or bishop are so well known as hardly to need repetition. But does it strike us all that the purest of pure wool used in its making symbolize the pastoral office, the office of shepherd of souls? The four white lambs offered every year on the feast day of St. Agnes at the sanctuary of the community of Canons Latin regular supply the wool which the silent nuns of Torre de Speechi like second Lacheses weave into Pallia, which are to last only with the lives of the recipients. The new Pallia are laid upon the altar in the crypt of St. Peter's, where they repose close to the body of St. Peter. Early in the morning of the vigil of SS. Peter and Paul the Pallia are solemnly blessed by the Pope, and are deposited close to the body of the apostle, so that as near as possible the literal words are fact and verified when the investor says: "We confer 011 thee the pallium taken from the bodv of blessed Peter." Historv deals liberally with the Pallium, and its use can be referred back to St. Linus, the immediate successor of St. Peter. This fact is testified by Eusebius, who state that he rereceived this fact from ancient writers. In the
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early Church a garment of this name was worn everv succeeding Archbishop of Canterbury by the Christian philosophers, ascetics and down to the time of Cardinal Pole, the last monks, but it is evident that the Pallium got wearer of the insignia until our own days. Carmore and more a distinctive character. It dinals Wiseman and Manning were the first recipients after the reestablishment of the seems at first to have been a mantle rolled together and passed around the neck, falling in Church in England. It was to Cardinal the front and back. Then it contracted in Yaughan in 1892 that the last conferring of width and was worn, as it still is in the Greek the Pallium was made to a holder of the See Church, as a wide woolen band, fastened of Westminster. around the shoulders and descending to the An interesting circumstance in this connecfeet, from this it was but a short step to the tion is the fact that although Canterbury (now characteristic shape adhered to in the rites of the Anglican seat of the primacy) no longer the Catholic Church. The Pallium may be dereceives the Pallium from Rome, quite the scribed as a narrow band like a ring, passing most striking object in its coat-of-arms is the round the shoulders and with short vertical Pallium which in other days she gladly repieces, front and back. It is ornamented with ceived when in communion with the see of crosses and has three gold pins by which it is Peter. This refers, also, to the heraldic deattached by the loops to the shoulders. vices of the Protestant Archbishop of Dublin The Pope and the Gallican metropolitans and Armagh. Stephen Langton, the Archwere accustomed to wear the Pallium before bishop of Canterbury in the stormy times of the sixth century. After that period it began King John, was invested with the Pallium by to be given by the Popes to some metropolitans the Pope after much wrangling with the King, outside their own immediate dioceses as a who was at length compelled to acknowledge special favor or as a mark of distinction. By the especial right of St. Peter's successor. This the seventh and eighth century it began to be right was admitted and publicly confessed in a held as an acknowledgment of the papal sucouncil of the Franks, under the presidency of St. Boniface as early as the year 745. premacv. The veneration in which the Palheld has not been confined to lium has been The extent of the power thus conferred on the Latin peoples. Probably by no other peoarchbishops, giving them a share in the pleniple in the world, and even now, has the Paltude of the episcopal office, can only be gauged lium been held in highest esteem than in Engby the extent of the apostolic office itself. It land. It was granted to the first Archbishop came in time even to signify the plenitude of of Canterbury, St. Augustine, by Pope St. secular power. Baker, in his "Chronicles," reGregorv the Great. In a letter to the apostle lates that the archbishop "put upon him of Britain in 601 these words were said: (Richard II) an upper Yestiture called a Pall, saying, Accipe Pallium." "Since the new church of the English has been brought to the grace of Almighty God through If imitations are but shadows of the reality, the favor of the same Lord and your labors, we what then must be the significance of the grant you the use of the pallium to he used in it power conferred by the bestowal of the Palexclusively at the solemn celebration of mass, in many for as 12 you may places ordain order that lium. when a wordly king thought that an bishops who shall be subject to you." imitation would bestow on him some of the From that time the Pallium was granted to prestige of the true Pallium?
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BOYLE O'REILLY OUT OF BONDAGE. MAJOR As Boyle O'Reilly was borne across the seas to his far off land of servitude there arose before the eyes of the Irish people, and before the eyes of all liberty-loving people, the youthful spirit of Emmet, of the Sheane Brothers, of Lord Edward Fitzgerald, and of almost boyish Wolfe Tone whose youthful patriotic passion is so thrillinglv voiced in Le Fanu's stirring story of "Shamus O'Brien," and a cry of indignation welled up from the heart of humanity.
a prisoner, and supreme love and admiration for him as a man and a patriot. This I know from the lips of those who had him in charge and who half closed their eyes and opened their hearts to his successful escape. While wearing the Brown Arrow uniform of the convict, and serving as prisoner in charge of prison stores, his soul gave voice to its throbbings in "Uncle Xed's Tales," and other equally sweet and patriotic songs. All this time the dear, vigorous, active mind of O'Reilly was scheming for an escape, which I can see Boyle O'Reilly as he sat there would have appeared as as foolish to most in his cell of close confinement in the prison but not so to him. For John Boyle thought; refined, at Chatham in England; the delicate, think O'Reilly to was to act; for him to act sweet-tempered, lovable, and loving, and alwas to succeed. most girlishly modest young man, cast into For weeks and months he brooded over the dungeons of red handed felons, yet in all his gloom and loneliness, singing as sweetly the subject, and at last reached a resolution,, and the moment Boyle arrived at a resoluas a bird from its golden cage. In Nov., 1867 John Boyle O'Reilly and his tion, his spirit became the spirit of a Sparpolitical prison companions John O'Dowd, tan. He now must take some one into his Davis B. Cushman, and John Edward Kelley. confidence, and that is always a dangerous together with 340 criminal convicts, set* sail step, and too often with Irish patriots it has from Portland, England, in the convict's ship proved a fatal step. On this occasion Boyle ?the floating hell, the ship Hougoumont, for was fortunate. He trusted his great secret the Swan River. As the Hougoumont sailed to the heart of Rev. Patrick McCabe, who had been his fellow-voyager and friend on his on, bearing her burden of human crime, wretchedness, depravity, and miserv, up from way to Swan River Station. And what a time the horrible swell of profanitv, cursing, and I had in bringing Father McCabe to have voiceful abomination, rose the sweet voice of sufficient confidence in me to give me his the convict. John Boyle O'Reillv. On the version of the whole affair! It was almost Toth of January, 1868, the Hougoumont like piping the confessional. The noble priest! and I sav noble advisedly, for I now reached her destination at Freemantle. Westknow the man and his noble work with poor ern Australia. Boyle O'Reilly, as John soon as he reached Freemantle, roused friendless boys and girls, giving to them his two conflicting emotions in the heart of life, thought, and energy, as very few others ever have. The communication was made by every man who had any official connection with him. ?a supreme suspicion of him O'Reilly to him under very peculiar circumstances, of which I have no right to speak, ?We are indebted to Dr. W. IT. Prescott of this city for Major Dane's original mnmiserint account of the acas a subtle adroit schemer for bold action as companying incident in the life of John Boyle O'Reillv.
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The wise, cool-headed and cautious priest listened to him in silence to the end, and even after Boyle had finished, still sat silent. "Father McCabe," said Boyle with agitation, "you have been my friend; you are my friend; why do you not speak?" "Boyle," replied the cooler, calmer priest, "I am your friend, and because I am your friend, even with my life if necessary, I hesitate. Let me think. Your brain has become frenzied: vour mind has lost its self-control, and the scheme it has evolved can only result in utter failure, and sink you still deeper in vour misery. Boyle O'Reilly, I have learned to love you; I love you as a very dear brother, and as such I am prepared to serve you in any and every way I possibly can; but not in your present plan. Let me go away by mvself and think. Let me study out a plan for vou which may embrace some elements -of promised success. Your present plan has none." This was a heavy blow to the heart of Bovle, as the good and faithful priest knew that it would be, but Father McCabe knew the office of a true friend, ?to speak the truth fully. Boyle bowed with bitter grief. The words of his friend had been like a further death sentence. The priest left and days dragged themselves into weeks, weeks with aggravating tardiness passed into months, and Boyle saw and heard nothing of his friend. One hot scorching Australian midsummer day in December. 1868, as Boyle with sad, dejected heart, was crossing a fiery plain near Bunburv in his regular duties, he was suddenly accosted by a man who appeared to have risen out of the ground. Not one word was uttered, but a small note was thrust into Bovle's hand, and the messenger suddenly disappeared. He knew at once that the superscription was in Father McCabe's writing. He concealed the note, finished his duties.
and when in his hut he read the message which declared to him a well thought-out and matured plan, ?Father McCabe's plan! It was a plan in which were English, Irish, American, and Australian hearts?hearts of which Boyle O'Reilly had not thought as throbbing for his delivery from incarceration. An American whaler was to be the means of his escape, and the man who had borne the note to him would arrange all the details for his joining the ship. That was all the message told him. Having spent nearlv a vear within a stockade as a prisoner of war, I think I can imagine what the feelings of Boyle must have been during the next two months when the clock of time appeared to have nearly run down. On another hot day in February, 1869, as Boyle was crossing the plain, almost crushed with impatient waiting, he was confronted again bv the mysterious messenger, who told him that a Massachusetts whaler would run in close to Bunburv in four da\ s and the captain would take him 011 board if he would meet him off Australian waters. At 8 o'clock p. m? on the eighteenth of February, O'Rei ly must put on a pair of freeman's shoes, which the messenger handed to him. that he might not leave the fatal marks of the convict's boots; then leave his hut, and strike straight through the woods to the convict's station at the Yasse Road, and there conceal himself until he heard some one whistle "St. Patrick's Dav in the Morning," a very good tune at anv time. On the evening of the 18th when Boyle's mind was in a fiery feverish state, he was tortured almost beyond endurance by a succession of torturing annovances. At seven o'clock the warden strolled along on his rounds, looked into Boyle's hut where Boyle was sitting aonarentlv cpuet and composed and so peaceful the warden was unusually
THE BOSTON COLLEGE STYLUS and Catholic, and seemed to be inclined to prolong his stay for a chat. When he left, in came a convict, on the convict's usual errand, to borrow some tobacco, and whenever a man comes to borrow tobacco, he always hangs on to smoke some he does not borrow. This one did the same, while Boyle's blood was at fever heat. At last he went. Then Boyle put out his light, exchanged his convict's boots for a freeman's shoes. Typical change; typical change, Boyle, in this door of your eventful life?the turning point in the train of events, for with that change you have cut the chain?behind, you leave the prison?while from that point forward lies freedom, liberty, success, honor, home, love, triumph. He cautiously opened the door of his hut, looked out. and listened. Not a sound broke the desired silence. He closed the door and stood alone in the darkness and in the silence of his prison hut. He hears the beating of his own heart. From his throbbing soul goes up one short prayer, and then he swings wide open his cabin door, and steps into the emptv silent street, and forever closes his prison gate behind him. In a few short minutes he was rapidly pacing a well known path in the wild Australian woods, such woods as you have never seen. He had gone but a short distance when his ear caught the steps of some one following him in his flight! A moment's thought resulted in a firm heroic resolve. He stopped and faced about to meet the coming man. What other resolve lay behind that act we shall never know, but all who knew John Boyle O'Reilly will easily guess. The man came up; he was a life-sentence convict. By some means he had spied out Boyle's design, and had come to say goodbye, and bid him godspeed on his errand, with a promise to put the officers on another scent, and this he faithfully carried courteous
He safely reached the Vasse Road convict
station, and very soon heard some one not far off in the woods. A low whistle brought to him the signal song, and back from his trembling lips went his quivering reply. In a few minutes he was mounted on a waiting: horse, and with the mysterious friend of the Bunbury park and another equally mysterious friend, rode for several hours throughout the dense, dark forest. At last they stopped, and Boyle and his guide dismounted, and the third man rode away with all the horses. In response to another low whistle, two other persons stood by the fugitive's side. A slow stealthy, silent march in single file of some distance brought them to a fen near the open sea. Here a boat had been concealed. This was soon launched, though with some heavy labor in the deep mud, as the tide was out. The four men got in, and the three mysterious companions rowed across Geographe bay, reaching the other side just as the dawn began to shoot up the east. Here they were to wait until the expected whaler hove in sight, when they were to pull out to her from the other side of the point. With all the preparations so wisely made, and thus far so successful in execution, one very essential point had unaccountable been overlooked. Xo one had thought of providing any provisions, and on landing on the point, the party found themselves entirelv without food. Absorbed by wild excitement. Boyle had eaten nothing the previous day, and now he was half famished, and to add to his misery, a terrific thirst came on under the burning sun, and not a drop of water could be found. They could not trust themselves in this condition, and there was but one thing thev could do, row back to the swamp, and at noon they set out, and pulled across again. But when they at last in an exhausted condition reached the fen, thev could find water
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nowhere. As evening came on, the three men, leaving their charge safely concealed in the woods, set off for the hut of an Englishman for supplies. You may have heard, as I have hearft John Boyle O'Reilly tell, of the
About noon the next day he say the whaler again, coming on toward him and approaching until he could hear the voices of those on board. He signalled, he shouted, he called in wild despair, but the ship passed on again, and left him in his increasing misery. He now pulled back to his hiding place with an almost broken heart. At the end of the week his former guide returned bearing a note for Father McCabe, telling him that arrangements had been made with another whaler, which would sail the following day, and pick him up and take him on to Java, to which point his passage had been paid. The missive closed with a request that the escaping convict would remember him. The next dav saw him safely on the deck of the whaler, with the American flag above him and he was a free man. After several vicissitudes he landed in Philadelphia Xov. 23rd, 1869. and in the summer of 1870 took his place 011 the editorial staff of the Pilot, and you all know what followed. He was at once recognized as a great addition to the literary world of America. The best men of the country became, and remained his strongest friends. His greatest worth was his pure manly character. His one pervading thought was for his native land, to which he gave the devotion of an ardent, fearless lover.
sufferings he endured through the long hours of their absence; ?the burning, stinging pain in his parched throat, a deeper, heavier pain in his chest, and the harrowing thought that his friends might be betrayed and captured, and thus leave him there alone to starve and die. Liberty is a priceless gift, and is purchased and retained only by great suffering and a ceaseless vigilance. Long after dark the men returned with food and water supplied by the Englishman who knew the purpose for which he gave it. The famished man was soon relieved, and then stretching himself upon the ground there in the Australian wilderness, he fell asleep, forgot all his present sufferings and dangers, and slept soundly until daylight. In a short time the whaler hove in sight, and the watchers launched their boat, and pulled out to sea. They came within two miles of her, raised a white shirt on an oar, and shouted, but she passed on without even seeing them, and sailed out of sight. This was a bitter disappointment to all, and a crushing blow to O'Reilly. There was but one thing to do now. Secrete Boyle in the thick scrub of Sava Yalley, put him in charge "For thee the past and future days; of the Englishman, that he might be supplied For thee the will to trample wrong and strike with food, and the three Irishmen leave him for slaves; and return for some new plan, promising to For thee the hope that ere mine arm be weak return in two weeks. And ere my heart be dry may close the strife In these days, O'Reilly's patience gave out, In which thy colours shall he borne through fire, all thy griefs be washed out in manly blood, and thinking that he might pick up the And And I shall see thee crowned and bowed with whaler, he patched up a leaky old boat beblood longing to the Englishman, and set off for Thy strong sons round thee guarding thee." the open sea alone, and all night he was out there alone on the Indian Ocean, in a miserI went to Western Australia at his sugable craft, where the sea is as treacherous gestion and request; and had hoped to tell and relentless as on any coast on earth. him, what I have no right to give to another,
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wise will his fellow-countrymen be, if they take well to heart his wise words and follow as they lead. (Father Delaney, who went out with O'Reilly on the convict ship, met Major Dane at the request of Boyle.)
LITERARY NOTES. Two CONGRESSIONAL ORATORS
JOHN T. O'HARE, '08 The remarks of a Washington editor relative to one of our notable orators in Congress recall the old saying that great speakers are rarely good writers. On the face of things this seems to be the case, but beneath the surface there are other considerations which give rise to some doubt as to the justification of the al-
legation. To he a great orator one must first have great ideas and, secondly, lie must be able to express them in a clear and forceful manner, and though beauty of expression is not to be discounted in a speech any more than in an essay, yet it seems to us inadvisable to sacrifice clearness and force for mere beauty. Men of Bourke Cockran's stamp are men of great ideas and extensive vocabulary who, in the heat and excitement of debate, hit upon words and phrases on the impulse of the moment which express their ideas succinctly, though on paper they do not effect the rythm and smoothness of the great literateur. This is made up for in the spirit and action of delivery and it is clear from the care which Mr. Cochran takes in correcting his speeches before tbeir appearance in the Congressional Record that he realizes this and must alter them in order to make them presentable for reading matter. Even great literary men such as Cardinal Newman and Thackeray took extreme pains with their manuscripts, sometimes
changing words and phrases six or eight times before finally deciding on which to choose. If men such as these toil so diligently and laboriously with their pens surely the tvro should not be discouraged if his preliminary efforts do not prove to his satisfaction. Success in these things as in others depends on patience and perseverance which are popularly known as "staying powers," and the experience of such great men as those cited above bears out the proverb that genius is the infinite capacity for taking pains. Representative W. Bourke Cockran, the Tammany orator, is said to be more fussy about the way his speeches are embalmed in the Congressional Record than any other man at the Capitol. When he speaks it is with a whirlwind of words. His use of adjectives is the marvel of the galleries. He thumps the mahogany desks?a dozen of them ?as he jumps about from place to place during his speaking. The onlookers admire his phrases and are carried away with the impetus of his language.
AYhen the typewritten copy is placed before him, however, Air. Cockran virtually begins the
making of the speech anew. He reshapes sentences. He ranks adjectives out from their places before nouns and chucks in other adjectives. He makes the fair page look like a cyclone of ink marks. AA'hen he has finished the copy has to be rewritten, and often the new product is put through the same process of reshaping before it is in the form that suits Air. Cockran, and before the words and sentences are marshalled as he wants them to appear to the .eyes of the occasional reader who may happen in future generations to be straying through the volumes of congressional speeches.
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Apropos of orators and oratory we note other members won't go into the cloakrooms to tell stories until he has had his say. They will with pleasure the columns of favorable critistay and listen to him, for he made good. cism which have been given in the newspapers to one of our alumni, Congressman THE FORSAKEN MERMAN. O'Connell, '93, on the occasion of his maiden E. J. O'BRIEN, '10. speech in the House of Representatives. Judging by the reports, the event was a 11l the London Nation of December 14, memorable one in the halls of Congress, 1907, Miss Louise Imogen Guiney points out though we who knew him as a speaker and a striking likeness between Matthew Arknew the reputation which Boston College nold's "Forsaken Merman," and ''The Demen in general have, as ready and versatile ceived Merman," as translated by George speakers, hardly felt the same degree of surBorrow in his "Romantic Ballads from the prise as that which characterized the tone of Danish." The resemblances between the two the newspaper reports. We congratulate our poems are sufficiently striking to warrant us distinguished alumnus on the excellent acin reprinting Borrow's ballad which is now count which he rendered of his training at rare of access: B. C., and wish him well in his future efforts, THE DECEIVED MERMAN. while we g'lory in the new laurels which have Agnes Fair alone on the seashore stood: come to Alma Mater. It is an added bit of Then rose a Merman out of the tiood. testimonv to the sterling character of Jesuit "Now, Agnes, hear what I say to thee: education. Wilt thou my leman consent to be?" the other clay, Representative O'Connell. of Boston, broke all records by making two maiden speeches in one afternoon, the House of Representatives was treated to a new sensation. It was brought about in this way. A friend of the new congressman some time ago, in anticipation of his approaching entrance into the Congressional Record, took him aside and said: When,
"Xow, look here, Congressman, one of the most important things about making a speech in the House, especially if you are a newcomer, and haven't a reputation to attract the attention of your colleagues, is to speak up pretty lively and make yourself heard above the din which almost always prevails. AVhat you want to do when you come to the bat is to fill your lungs with air and let her rip." 'So when the congressman arose to speak he took a deep breath and '"let her rip." He could have been heard over in the Marine Hospital, two blocks away, but he made a hit, and everybody in Most of the freshmen the House heard him. whisper their maiden speeches and get all mixed up, but O'Connell showed that he knew the value of a good pair of lungs and was able to handle them. The next time he makes a speech the
"Oh, freely that will I become! If thou but take me beneath the foam." He stopped her ears, and he stopped her eyes, And into the ocean he took his prize. The Merman's leman was Agnes there: She bore him sons and daughters, fair. Dne day by the cradle she sat and sang, When heard she above how the Church bells rang. She went to the Merman and kissed his brow: "Once more to Church I would gladly go." "And thou to Church once more shalt go! But come to thy babes back here below." He tiung his arm her body round, And he lifted her up into England's ground. Fair Agnes in at the Church door stepped, Behind her mother, who sorely wept. "O Agnes, Agnes! daughter dear! AYhere hast thou been this many a year?" "Oh, I have been deep, deep under the sea, And lived with the Merman in love and glee." "And what for thy honor did he give thee, When he made thee his leman beneath the sea?' "He gave me silver, he gave me gold, And sprigs of coral my hair to hold." The Merman up to the Church door came. His eyes they shone like a yellow tlame; His face was white, and his beard was green;
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I'ntil the priest shall have had his say," And when the priest had had his say, She thought with her mother at home to stay. "O Agnes, Agnes! listen to me: Thy babes are sorrowing after thee." "Let them sorrow, and sorrow their fill; 'But back to them never return I will." "'Think on them, Agnes, think on them nil: Think on the great one, think on the small!" "Little, oh little care I for them all:
Or for the great one or for the small!" Oh, bitterly then did the Merman weep! He hied him back to the foamy deep. But often his shrieks and mournful cries At midnight's hour from thence arise.
Matthew Arnold's poem is so familiar that Ave need quote but a few lines: AYhen down swung the sound of a far-off bell. She sigli'd, she look'd up through the clear green sea: said: "I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the gray little Church on the shore today. 'Twill be Easter-time in the world?ah me! And I lose my poor soul, Merman, here with
thee." I said: "Go up, dear heart, through the waves; Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind seacards!" She smiled, she went up through the surf in the bay.
Children, dear, was it yesterday?
Miss Guinev observes that these legends are not uncommon in literature. '"The mortal who marries a water-god, the neckan who is flouted by Christian children for having no soul, the sirens who bewitch the fishing-fleet, the merbaby rvho is washed ashore and buried among the waves of landsmen?these poetical traditions haunt even sea-coast of the north." In closing. Miss Guinev asks rvhether Arnold took his subject from some fragment of folk-song, from the Danish itself, "or from a glimpse of the baldest page in dear George -
Borrow." In this connection, it is interesting to consider some of the variants of this Childs' monumental collection of story. English and Scottish Popular Ballads" will furnish us with our material. This book reprints "Hind Etin" as well as two variants, "Young Akin" and "Young Hastings." *ln "Young Akin," Lady Margaret, a Scottish princess, Heard a note in Elmond's-wood, And wish'd she there had been.
She loot the seam fa frae her side, And the needle to her tae, And she is on to Elmond's-wood As fast as she coud gae.
As she picks a nut, she is captured by Young Akin, who builds her a bower, in which she dwells until she has borne him six children. Finally she is seized by a longing for home, and returns with all her children: But as they were at dinner set The boy asked a boun: "I wish we were in the good Church, For to get christendoun."
And so they go to Church for christening. The ballad ends happily, however; for all, including Young Akin, stay in the royal court, "and live in mirth and glee." Professor Childs here remarks:?"This ancient ballad has suffered severely in the course of its transmission to our times. Still there can be no doubt that it was originally tne same as "The Maid and the Dwarf King," which is still sung in Denmark, Norway, Sweden, and the Faroe Islands. Numerous copies of the Scandinavian ballad have been given to the world. One of the Swedish ballads is translated in Keightley's Fairy Mythology, 103, under the title of "Proud Margaret." Closely related is "Agnete og Hovmanden.''** *Child. i. 17f>, ISO. 204. **"Agnes and the Merman."
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But apart from all this erudition, passages like Sand- strewn caverns cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed swags in the stream,
show us the brutality of the ancient legend purified and rendered sublime. "We have a vision of that eternal conflict called human life; we have that alliance between feeling and thought which Arnold in one of his letters defined as the essence of great poetry."
THE SOPHMORE BANQUET. J. E. DOHERTY, '10. Y\ hat we sincerely believe was the most successful class banquet in years took place at \ oung s Hotel on the sixth of February. It was the second annual event of the kind held by the Class of 1910, the Class of Sophomore. We were convinced last year that we had set a precedent of excellence which only with difficulty could be equalled; but it is 110 inconsistency to say that the banquet of this year, considered from everv standpoint, surpassed in no small degree the success of a year ago. We shall make small mention of the supper itself, excellent as it was; we shall merely say that it served its purpose, in furnishing the occasion for an evening of social enjoyment which will live long in our minds and hearts. Do you ask whether there is class spirit in Sophomore? One could feel it vibrating through one's being, coursing through one's veins ! It was not an artificial ardor worked up for the occasion; it was too real, too true, too deep to be temporary; it was but the manifestation of the spirit which is permanent to the class, which marks its daily associations, which colors even the laborious routine of our common study. Friendship beaming with happiness, fellowship universal, con-
vivial heartiness permeating" the very atmosphere ; union, sociability, amity, all these make up but one spirit, and that was the spirit of the Sophomore banquet. We have reason to be proud of the programme which was carried out. Messrs. Coveney, Keville and Logue, who constituted the committee on arrangements, deserve their congratulations. As for those who took active part, we shall give a brief resume of their merits; we can't think of any demerits. First of all, we think it proper to pass judgment upon our president. Ambrose D. Walker, and we afe confident that our verdict will be sustained in any court. He is hereby adjudged guilty of the highest good-fellowship, the utmost readiness of wit, and all qualities of hospitality. His clever way of introducing speakers was the admiration of all, and his own speaking showed a mind quick to take advantage of transpiring incidents. Very good, Mr. President. The first toast. Friendship, was responded His speech was delivered with force and feeling and earnestness. The powerful, iterative expression of the speaker, and the truth of his argument occasioned a great outburst of applause at the conclusion. In fact every number during the evening was worthy of applause, and received it. It is to be regretted that only short extracts can be given from the speeches. Following is a part of Air. Kelliher's peroration : to by Louis A. Kelleher.
"We are now in the formative, in the constructive period of our lives. We are now preparing ourselves for the great battle against the world. . . . Let us tonight, then, start this united army, let us tonight institute this new order of knighthood, let us tonight pledge eternal, undying allegiance to its two fundamental principles?religion and friendship."
After a splendid tenor solo by Steve
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Chamberlain, Father Walsh, S.J., made the first address on the part of the faculty. He claimed that his coming was for the sole purpose of encouraging Father Lane to come.?but the latter reverend gentleman refuted this evasion of the truth. Father Walsh, in his speech, gave us a great deal of credit, which we modestly accepted as our due. We think that lie hid a little practical advice here and there : and we have a retentive memory. James A. Coveney took for his subject, "The New B. C." He treated particularly the part which the college men have in helping forward the undertaking. Our vicepresident is too well known as an orator to need any praise from us other than to say that he did himself credit. He brought forward the fact that B. C. is not known well enough, a fact which has impressed us all. "Advertise!" Here are two brief sayings from a speech replete with spirit and common sense: "Every Catholic in this city has some duty to perform in assisting this great work. Merchant, priest, doctor, and lawyer,?whether graduate of our college or not, ?each is duty bound to lend his support, either moral or financial. . . . Let us remember that the honor or the opprobrium which we receive from others reflects either credit or discredit upon those who have trained us."
Dan Sullivan made a famous hit with "The Virginia Judge." He had us all convulsed with laughter, and we must congratulate him upon both his choice of selections and the exceptional felicity of his reading. He was followed by William E. Conroy, who was introduced as formerly one of the best of Holy Cross men. but now a B. C. man in every sense of the word. His subject was "Alma Hater," and it was treated in a characteristic, vigorous manner, being in essence an historical retrospect. There were many passages worthy of quotation, for instance:
?'Many a young man entered this institution at a great sacrifice to his family, and after a few years, though his parents struggled bravely to support him, he was compelled to leave. Some may say that such men did not benefit by their education. This assertion I deny; it can never be fully known of what weight they were in the uplifting of their fellows."
Father Lane followed with
earnest and heartfelt that our only regret was its brevity. He, too, said some kind
things in our praise, and the best of it was that he meant them all. AVe then had the pleasure and the honor of being addressed by the President, Father Gasson, who was hailed with the utmost enthusiasm upon his arising. His subject was "Characteristics of the Boston Boy." The reverend rector compared the young Bostonian with the youth of other cities, and incidentally gave us some interesting glances into his own life and experience. The Boston boy does not suffer by comparison, we were told, for there is a brightness and aggressiveness which distinguish him anywhere. Father Gasson impressed upon us some of the requisites of our position, and?what especiallv held our attention?showed that by force of circumstances the Class of Sophomore may become the cornerstone of the mighty future edifice. For several minutes applause held sway; then the class quartette reflected glory upon itself and credit upon its director. The class ode was then read by John E. Doherty and was well received. One of the newspapers designated this a "stellar attraction. ?charitably leaving out the magnitude of the star. If there was any lesson in it worth learning, the author thinks it is this: '"But to know is not sufficient, for the world will judge by show: There exists a student duty to make others see
Lack of space prevents further quotation;
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but there was one wish which we hope will come true, that Ave may be the first class to graduate from the new home of our Kindly Mother. Mr. Tivnan, S.J., made an earnest speech on traits of the class; it is possible that he meant it when he assured us he was not prepared to speak, and had just come from the non-poetic atmosphere of the laboratory. In that case, the cigar smoke in the hall must ha\*e been potent of inspiration. Charles Logue favored us with a selection from Kipling, and well did he show his powerful memory and dramatic skill. Ed Hove and Charlie Birmingham made extempores; embarrassing position, but it didn't quite phase them. Mr. Earls. S.J.. the class professor, made a very neat and humorous speech. His example of how to "drag in a story by the heels" took the house by storm. His popularity Avas testified to bv the reception ac-
corded him. Mr. Miley, S.J., followed with a most clever address, mingling witty remarks and serious observations in his happy manner. He gave us some characteristics of the Bostonian which Father Gasson had omitted. Charles Mansfield gave us an excellent solo, accompanied by Frank Keville, who officiated at the piano throughout the evening. Mr. Keville gave also the prophecy, "The Class Prospect." It was a classic in humor. Some of the hits were great; it would be hard to tell what was "the most unkindest cut of all." After chorus singing bv all, the evening was closed with the class veil and cheers for Father Gasson. We were pleased at the number of "old fellows" who attended, and we know that they will come again. If. as seems possible, any other class is to have a banquet, we can show them all about it. So much till "nexttime.''
IN TWILIGHT HOUR. WILLIAM F. MACK, '10
'Tis twilight, Now the radiant source of day Beneath yon crest of gold is gone; the pall Of winged night descends, and shadows fall, From out the deep, beyond the dark'ning bay, The silver queen of night, with glorious ray, Ascends; Across the sea, 'mid shadows fall, She builds a silver paved path, which, all and like a wall A-shimmering, hence extends and far away. 'Tis dark'ning.
Childhood innocence has gone
And faded 'neath Fair Wisdom's mount. The soul In doubting fear is wrapped. But in their might, Rich Grace and Reason rose and lit anon. Amid the gloom that did the heart enroll, The path from hence to Heaven's distant Light.
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WITH THE FEBRUARY MUSE.
'Tis sundown; yonder hills that tower above The ever silent hearings of the stream ?To them companion since primeval night? Hath Autumn wrapt in brooding pensiveness, In deep repose, and radiant loveliness Unknown to summer groves or vernal days. Their calm is golden like the peace that waits On Life's decline when fruitful youth is passed. Yet rolling mists of Even, gathering cold, And the dull moanings of Autumnal winds, Foretell the ruthless blasts that soon shall wreck Three seasons' glories; and leave those heights dark, drear And blank. For ye, fair hills, e'en as ourselves, Must yield your pride to Winter's sullen gloom; E'en as ourselves?ah, no: When they who gaze On you are mantled in the dreamless mould. Y'our youth shall be renewed. Let ages speed, Your sister stream her volumes to the deep consigns,
Let thunders o'er ye peal, and wild blasts scatche Your brow?yet hoar ye shall not grow; like Him Who gave you being, strength and majesty, Changless ever, yet then shall rise as now Calm, grand, imperial
and unset crowned.
IN GEOLOGICAL PROFESSOREM. E.
A happy term we've
with thee, our guide,
O'er hill and plain. Not counts so much the bit Of science learned, as friendship's bond new-knit Ret ween us. which time will show true and tried.
TO A VACANT CHAIR. (An examination elegy.) AMBROSE D.
For me things have a bluish hue In these examinations; And I can place the blame on you Oh, vacant chair! The teacher through Your unfilled back obtains a view Of all my machinations. Had some one only sat on you/ How diff'rent our relations!
We celebrate today a great man's birth; Mere mentioning of his immortal name Recalls to us his gallant deeds of fame And sends a thrill of joy throughout the earth.
O, noble Washington, well art thou worth The flowing praise of blushing child and dame, Whose patriotic joy no man can blame, As lovingly it glides from hearth to hearth.
Honored father of a mighty nation, Thy memory is green among us still. This prayer resounds from troubled earth to sky. O be our guide to men of rank and station, Infuse the child with patriotic thrill And willingness a soldier's death to die.
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A TRANSCRIPT FROM FIONA MACLEOD. EDWARD
J. F. O'BRIEN, '10.
.Long years ago there lived on sundown shores A god of magical illusion.
And lo! he made a form of glorious mien, That was a rapture-tilling loveliness, An ecstasy of soul-enthralling sound, A passion of delight. Now when, the god Had ceased from labor, he admired his work, And watched men one by one approach the form. Three saw no rapture-filling loveliness, Nor heard the soul-enthralling symphony, Nor caught from it a passion of delight. The next perceived the rapturous loveliness, And took away with him the memory To be a wondrous joy for all his days. Another heard the ecstasy of sound, And went away, forgetting all things, rapt. A third man caught the passion of delight,
Nor was aught else of life within his ken Thenceforth; ?his fellows spoke of him apart As one made fey by some untoward sight. A seventh man approached, and he alone Was given to see the glory as the god Had made it; so that he perceived therein The spirit that is Beauty, and he felt
The throbbing heart of music, and was raised Unto a rapturous passion of delight. Then, lest the evil destiny, that dogs Man's footsteps, should put dust upon his dreams, And silence his sweet song, and take away All that the man had won, the god bestowed A broken heart upon him, and a mind Filled to o'erflow with sighs of weariness, And sorrow as his secret friend withal, And loneliness, for patient sufferance, Till the end of his appointed task was come.
OLD CLASS PICTURES. The new spirit that has been infused into our alumni organizations suggests to the Stylus that a series of "Old Class' pictures will be interesting. We hope that the old boys will favor us with their old class pictures.
On the opposite page the pic-
Beginning on the lefthand side of the picture the members stand as follows: Rev. Nicholas R. Walsh, now pastor of Beverly Farms; Rev. John F. Broderick, now pasture is of the class of '77.
tor of West Roxbury; Dr. William G. McDonald, physician in Boston; Stephen J. Hart, valedictorian
the class, who died in August, 1877; Rev. William J. Millerick, now pastor of Stoneliam; Rev. Daniel J. Collins, who died a few years ago in Arlington; Dr. Michael Glennon, of Stoughton; Rev. John M. Donovan, pastor of Ipswich, and Rev. P. H. Callanan, pastor of Newton Lower Falls. of
Father Fitzpatrick, S. J., stands next.
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EDITORIAL JOTTINGS. J. F. O'S, '08. We take occasion to remind members of the college classes of the twenty-five dollar prize ofifered by the class of 98 for the best essay that appears in the Stylus during the scholastic year. Besides the Essay Prize we have a golden eagle waiting to reward the composer of the best college song. We wonder how many of our readers have read Bishop Spaulding's little essay on opportunity. To the philosopher it is of interest because of the truth it contains, and the philosopher is a lover of truth. To the literary man it gives pleasure because of the style, and style is the man as Le Buff on said. To the student body the reading of it will prove beneficial, for opportunities are ever
at our door to gain entrance there.
come in the guise of study, and of college spirit that manifests itself in grasping every occasion that tends to the good of the college. Indeed Bishop Spaulding makes us see opportunities everywhere. "Life," says he, "is opportunity and therefore its whole circumstance may be made to serve the purpose of those who are bent on self-improvement, on making themselves capable of doing thorough work." This is simple truth and the man who waits, at the bottom of the steep hill to get a lift will find himself outstripped in the long run. An old professor of physics used to tell us that in the world of physical phenomena there is no such thing as a pull. So it is in everyday life. Ambition must frame its own ladder whereby to climb to success. First we must have a definite aim in view and opportunities to attain this end will start forth like buds at the kiss of spring. "Wisdom is clothed in plainest garb, and she walks modestly, unheeded by the gaping and wondering crowd. She rules over the kingdom of little things, in which the lowly minded hold the places of privilege. Her secrets are revealed to the careful, the patient, and the humble. They may be learned from the ant or the flower that blooms in some hidden spot or from the lips of husbandmen and housewives. He is wise who finds a teacher in every man, an occasion to improve in every happening, for whom nothing is useless or in vain. If one whom he has trusted prove false, he lays it to the account of his own heedlessness and resolves to become more observant. If men scorn him, he is thankful that he need not scorn himself. If they pass him by, it is enough for him that truth and love still remain. If he is thrown with one who bears himself with ease and grace or talks correctly in pleasantly modulated tones, or utters what can spring only from a sincere and generous mind?there is opportunity. If he chance to
THE BOSTON COLLEGE STYLUS find himself in the company of the rude, their vulgarity gives him a higher estimate of the worth of breeding and behavior. The happiness and good fortune of his fellows add to his own. If they are beautiful or true or strong, their beauty, wisdom and strength shall in some way help him. The merry voices of children bring gladness to his heart; the songs of birds wake melody there. Whoever, anywhere, in any age, spoke noble words or performed heroic deeds, spoke and wrought for him. For him Moses led the people forth from bondage; for him the three hundred perished at Thermopylae; for him Homer sang; for him Demosthenes denounced the tyrant; for him Columbus sailed the untravelled sea; for him Galileo gazed on the starry vault; for him the blessed Saviour died." Let us then be men of present action, improving our opportunities as best we can and guarding against ''the darkened mind, the callous heart, the paralytic will"?these are the roots of evil. A fair and humorous mind will create a body endowed with all those qualities which are more precious than gold and more desirable than the boundless wealth of the Indies. Our Glee Club and Orchestra have shown the student body and the city as well that great results can be achieved by a little persevering work. Why should not other organizations learn from them? We ask the question, bearing in mind that the directors of our College music are soon to ask the students to take part in the exercises of Holy Week. It is proposed to have the music of Holy Week in the College Church this year rendered by the students. When the call comes we hope that every student who can render any assistance either by singing or reading will heartily and generously enlist for the work.
THE FRESHMAN HOP.
11. With the Freshman Class enthusiastically working to perfect its plans, with the other classes displaying great interest in the event, with special features arranged for the program and with an orchestra considered by many the best dance orchestra in Boston engaged for the night, the informal dance to be run by the Freshmen on Friday evening, February 28, in Catholic Union Hall, promises to be most successful. It will be, from all indications, not a "Freshman" dance alone, but a "college" dance, as well. Since the plan was first conceived, the upper classes have given it their hearty encouragement. Xow that the invitations are out they are giving it what is more than encouragement. They are drifting up to the Freshman room every day, each one after two tickets, one for himself and the other for a mysterious someone called "Her." Even the men who live outside the city and so cannot bring a partner with them, are planning to be there and help the Freshmen fill out the dance orders. One of the features of the evening will be the first public production of a new march 1 his composed by Michael S. \\ alsh. 08. original and catchy composition, entitled "The Class of 1911," will be played as a two step, and before the night is over everybody will be whistling it. The Freshmen have one request to make. It is that every B. C. man who comes will enter into it and help the "Freshies" make such a success of it that they and you will feel glad of having such collegemates at Old B. C. This means you, Senior, and you. Junior (here's a chance to practice for your "prom") and you, too, Sophomore. JAMES COTTER,
THE BOSTON COLLEGE STYLUS
The number of invitations issued is limited, and they are nearly all distributed now. If you haven't yet secured yours, get one of the next Freshman you meet. Among the invited guests are the Rev. President and Vice-President, the prefect of
studies and. all the faculty, Governor Guild, Mayor Hibbard, ex-Mayor John F. Fitzgerald, Timothy Coakley, Hon. E. Mark Sullivan and Congressman Joseph F. O'Connell. The proceeds will form part of the Freshman contribution to the new college buildings.
DOMI J. T. O'H, '08 Once more we smile and are glad?the everreturning mid-year exams, which visit us annually with even greater regularity than the seasons, have once more been disposed of and with this depressing burden off our shoulders we can again stand up straight and take a good, comfor-
table breath. Our mass meeting of alumni, former students and undergraduates, held in the College hall on Jan. 20, was a splendid outpouring of Boston College men. For many of them the mass meeting was a sort of class reunion in which former classmates met for the first time in years. Enthusiasm was at the highest pitch as was manifest in
the spirited style in which old college and class songs were sung, as well as in the defiant manner in which individual class yells were shouted back and forth across the hall. The great numbers who filled the hall on that evening furnish
unquestionable testimony of the enthusiasm and zeal with which the alumni, former students, and undergraduates are undertaking the pleasant
task of developing our present college into the noble university which the trustees plan to erect at the new site at Chestnut Hill. Xot only were the present and past B. C. men in attendance at the meeting, but several business and professional men who have never been affili-
ated with the college, participated in the evening's business, and freely and generously offered moral and financial support. Among the latter, Mr. W. F. Fitzgerald is especially to be noted for his gift of $lO,OOO. The fact that these men have interested themselves in the new movement without any motives of sentiment, such as the
who liad spent his student days here, but purely from a realization of what a splendid institution Boston College is and of the necessity of further extending her field of work along broader collegiate lines, is sufficient testimony of her merit as
Their knowledge of an educational institution. her worth is gained wholly from the character and attainments of her graduates as observed by them in business and professional life, and is, therefore, perfectly unprejudiced and is striking testimony of the respect in which she is held by the intelligent men of this portion of the country. On this occasion the sons of Boston College further manifested the value of her training, for in their discussion of the subject they gave expression in beautiful, well-worded speeches to splendid ideas. The manifestation of intelligent thought and foresight given forth in such masterly style and couched in such well-chosen language was a magnificent tribute to the thoroughness of the Jesuit system of mental training as well as a further proof of the justification which the trustees of Boston College feel in undertaking the
work of expansion along the proposed lines. Another mass meeting has been arranged for the evening of Feb. 17, at which it is expected that the success of the former meeting will be
Meanwhile the work of the different committees goes steadily on. eclipsed.
At the meeting of the Executive Committee the Alumni Association held at the College, Jan. 31, 'OS, the reports of the Committee of Arrangements and the Committee on Ways and Means were accepted and filed. The Committee on Arrangements suggested among other things relative to the music, singing, cheering, and seating
THE BOSTON COLLEGE STYLUS of those present, that each member of the Executive Committee suggest and forward at once to Fr. Rector a list of friends of the College to whom to send invitations for the meeting of Feb. 17. It also suggested that formal invitations be sent to the Knights of Columbus, Ancient Order of Hibernians, Catholic Union, Y. 11. C. A., Knights of St. Finbar, Knights of St. Brendan, and other kindred societies for the purpose of having these societies send delegations, said delegations to be restricted in number, to the mass meeting of Feb. 17. The Committee also recommend that the Executive Committee send to Mr. Fitzgerald and to the others not directly connected with the college a formal letter of thanks for their contributions. These recommendations were adopted by the
Executive Committee. The Ways and Means Committee suggested that it might be advisable to name buildings, classrooms or lecture halls after those whose gifts, in the opinion of Fr. Rector, would be sufficiently large to warrant their receiving this honorable mention. The committee voted that there be published in Catholic and other papers from time to time the names of those who subscribe for large amounts. The Executive Committee voted that the speakers for the mass meeting of Feb. 17 be limited to Fr. Gasson and three others, one of whom is to
represent the alumni, another the non-graduate student body, and the third to represent those interested persons not affiliated with the College. It was also voted that Fr. Gasson and the president of the Alumni Association appoint two committees of seven members each to take charge of promoting the new College enterprise. Rev. Francis Casserly, S.J., prefect of studies in St. Ignatius College, Chicago, was a recent visitor to the College classes. The Executive Committee also voted that the secretary notify each member of that Committee to come to the mass meeting prepared to make a report of the canvas of his particular class and the amount of pledges received. It was also voted to limit the three speakers selected to ten minutes each. Thus it can be seen that all engaged in this new enterprise mean business, and it is hoped that their efforts will be rewarded by the generous aid of all who should be interested in the College. Owing to many and various circumstances it is impossible to reach all alumni
and former students with direct invitations to this mass meeting of Feb. IT, therefore we extend to them all a most cordial invitation through the Domi columns of the Stylus\u25a0 Come home to B. C.
on the evening of Feb. 17. *
During the month we had as visitors the Rev. Provincial, Fr. Ilanselman, and Fr. Rockwell, both of whom came to participate in the ceremony of bestowing the Pallium on Archbishop O'Connell, our distinguished alumnus of the class of 'Bl. Another of our guests who was invited to the investiture of the rallium was Fr. Joseph Ziegler, S.J., whom the "grads" of the late '7os and early 'Bos will remember as a very popular professor of science at Boston College. It was during those years that our present Archbishop was a student here and he invited his former professor to witness the solemn ceremony at the Cathedral on Jan. 20. Fr. Ziegler is now at St. Peter's College, Jersey City, X. J. :;