The Story of the
Mountain
Mount Saint
Mary's College and Seminary
Mary E. Meline & Edward F.X. McSween
Published by the Emmitsburg Chronicle, 1911
Chapter 26
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Chapter 27: 1834
Rev. Thomas R. Butler, of
Philadelphia, the sixth President, had
been ordained three years
before. He is said to have been of an
affable, charitable disposition, and
was much liked by the congregation of
which he had charge for that period.
An experience of his while President
may as well be told here. He had once
$10,000 in bills on hand, pending an
investment. Called to Baltimore on
some important business in the
interest of the College, and not
wishing any one to know of the money
being in the house, he deposited it in
a place which he knew would not be
thought of. He was detained longer
than he expected, and on his return
immediately made the final
arrangements for investing the
$10,000. But what was his horror to
find that he had forgotten where he
had concealed the money! His agony was
inexpressible, and he searched every
possible place of deposit. He could
neither eat nor sleep, nor could he
satisfy the questioning of those who
saw how seriously indisposed he was.
Sensitive as a woman, his mind at once
leaped forward into all the
possibilities consequent upon the
loss; his hasty journey to Baltimore,
his subsequent agitation, and his
complete inability to prove his own
integrity and innocence what would not
be the implication? Two days of search
passed the third had nearly drawn to a
close, when, sitting in the library,
his throbbing, agonized head held
between his hands, his eye lighted
upon the title of some abstruse work
on the uppermost shelf. In an instant
all was clear. Springing to his feet,
he took down the volume, and there
between the leaves, the notes were
resting safely just as he had placed
them.
Rev. Thomas R.
Butler, Sixth President, 1834-38 |
Father Hughes gave, on April 9th,
in a letter to Mr. McCaffrey, the
first intimation that Brute was to
leave his professor's cathedra for
that of a bishop. The Second
Provincial Council had recommended the
establishment of a diocese in Indiana
and had nominated him.
Indiana had in 1749 three missions
of the Jesuits, one of them at
Vincennes. In 1778 Father Gibault,
Vicar-General of the Bishop of Quebec,
who still exercised jurisdiction
there, persuaded the people, all
French-Canadians, to join the revolted
colonies, and administered the oath of
allegiance to the United States in the
Church with all solemnity. Bp. England
thought Brute unfitted, on account of
his studious and retiring habits, for
the harrassing life of a pioneer
missionary bishop, but we shall see
how mistaken he was; and the new
prelate showed his ability in the line
of administration by persuading two
persons who held a large mortgage on
the College and were alarmed at
reports of its condition to allow
their money to remain. [These were
probably the ladies at Frederick.]
While these things were a-doing,
conditions at the College showed signs
of disturbance. President Butler was
sick in Philadelphia and Deacon
McCaffrey, Vice-President, on May 4,
1834, wrote to the Council expressing
indignation at charges, made against
himself and his brother, and resigning
his office and his seat in the
Council. However, he was doubtless
induced to reconsider, for we read
that on the 8th of May, 1834, Mr.
McCaffrey, Vice-President, writes to
President Butler, who was convalescing
in Philadelphia and New York. "Look to
the favor of the Irish," Mr. McCaffrey
continues, "the most generous of the
generous, but take care of their
prejudices and national sensibility.
In New York how difficult will it be
to steer between parties!"
On the 17th he writes to the same:
"I send you on the inside page a crude
plan of a society without a
government, since the formation of a
government would necessarily stop for
a time the whole business. . . .
Father Hughes preached, here, at the
Convent and at Emmitsburg, the same
day."
[His reference to the society shows
that the project of a community was
not allowed to rest.] "Many longing
for your return. Come with a bag of
money and you will find it apology,
should apology be needed, for
everything or anything. . . . Give my
sincere respects to our intended
superior Father Deluol. ..."
Father Hughes wrote to Brute’ from
the same city on June 10th, as we read
in the former's "Life" by Hassard:
With regard to anything being
done for the education of clergymen,
I despair of it until the bishops
and colleges or college shall
understand each other and themselves
better. It is a subject on which
there is too great a variety of
opinion, and on which each superior
looks only to the boundaries of his
own jurisdiction.
This state of ecclesiastical
education seemed to be the choice of
both bishops and priests at the late
Council; and although it may do
during the continuance of
remittances from Europe (which
should be sent, it strikes me, for
the support of missionaries in the
East), it will not do without some
such support. I maintain that there
are resources enough in the country
for the education of priests and the
establishment of a college or
colleges. But if nothing is done by
the bishops, those resources cannot
be reached. For instance, the
bishop's domestic Seminary here, I
am sure that not one out of five of
the Catholics in the city are aware
of its existence. Yet the bishop
would desire that the clergy and
people should support it. But no
plan proposed no system organized no
prospects held forth nothing to
direct, nothing to encourage. And in
reference to the general subject of
clerical education at the Council,
it was identically the same.
How. then, with all my
solicitude. I might add
apprehension, for your house, to
which I am bound by so many ties of
attachment how can I do anything? I
do not, indeed, believe that in the
present distress anything could be
done, no matter how great might be
the effort, and I am really at a
loss to see how poor Bishop Kenrick
expects to succeed with his
establishment.
But the indifference or supposed
hostility which is felt in Baltimore
for the Mountain has weakened the
confidence of all at a distance. And
it will be difficult to find
inducement for the people to espouse
warmly a cause which is conceived to
be neglected, if not thwarted, by
those who should most delight in its
prosperity.
To which Father Brute' sent this
characteristic reply:
I think much of your letter on
the Seminaries. Think well on it;
digest some plan ; let not the first
Council pass without realizing more
for it. This is the all in all. Else
"in vanum laboraverunt;"
harvest on all sides and no
laborers, or too few and imperfectly
prepared. Adieu, adieu! God alone!
All in all, God and our eternity!
God and our sacred altar! "
Altaria Domini virtutum!" B.
Brute’.
At the close of the school year
1834 a list of prefects to serve
during vacation was made out, and each
member of the Faculty, assisted by
three masters, served for one of the
six weeks. This shows that a
considerable number of boys remained
during the summer recess, and thus
learned to know thoroughly, to
cultivate and to love the "Mountain,"
which was in truth for many of them
the home of their childhood and youth:
The remaining members of the
Seminary will be called upon to
serve as third prefects and all the
gentlemen of the house are requested
to use every exertion to render the
boys who remain here happy, and to
lighten each other's burdens by
willingly taking charge of bands and
directing the amusements of the
pupils. Those named u first prefects
are at liberty to interchange their
weeks so also are the second
prefects bat no exchange of two can
be made between 1st and 2nd
prefects. Those who go on notions
are requested to state distinctly to
the President their intention to
return in time to keep their week,
or to give him in writing the
promises of friends who are willing
to keep in their places. T. R.
Butler, Pres. of College June 20,
1834.
Bulls for the new bishop of
Vincennes came July 21, when Father
Brute was giving a retreat to the
Sisters, and he first opened the
documents on his knees in their
chapel, going the next day to
Baltimore.
His associates at the College were
sadly upset at the prospect of his
leaving them forever, and President
Butler wrote to Father Wheeler, S. S.,
July 24: "I must try to calm the panic
and counteract the alarms of all ...
and endeavor to prevent, not the Will
of God, but what I fear is the
proposal of man. . . . Who will attend
the Convent? Who will teach Theology ?
We must have some aged and learned man
or what can we do? . . ." In fact, the
College clergy petitioned against
Brute's removal.
Meanwhile the latter made a
retreat, decided to leave the decision
whether he should accept the mitre or
not to Bishops Flaget and Chabrat,
from whose jurisdiction the new
diocese was to be formed, and went
back to work on his terraces. On
receiving expression of their opinion,
he left his cherished Mountain home,
not to return as a member of the
family, in; September, 1834.
The parting, says the historian, "
was as the tearing away of
heartstrings, for he loved every foot
of ground, every tree and every stone
connected with it. He had loved the
College,, worked for it, fought for
it, suffered for it, and with it had
weathered the storms which had
threatened its destruction. Possessing
as he did the quality of strong local
affection, and remembering as we do
the scenes through which he had
struggled from the days of the log
houses to those of the stone mansion,
the expression of his sorrow and
regret can well be left to the
imagination, until in its proper
sequence the letter is given in which
it overflows into words."
We must accompany Brute’ to his
wild western mission, and let himself
tell the story. Writing to the "Leopoldine
" of Austria, a society devoted to
procuring vestments, etc., for poor
and foreign missions, he says :
"At the time of my appointment I
had been for many years Superior and
Professor of Theology in the Seminary
connected with the College of Mt. St.
Mary's, near Emmitsburg, in Maryland.
Although a large number of priests now
on the mission in the United States
had been sent out from this Seminary,
at the time of my appointment they
were not able to aid me either with
priests or money. The Sisters of
Charity at St. Joseph's, the
Mother-House, made me a present of two
hundred dollars to assist in
establishing myself in Vincennes. On
my way to Bardstown, where I was to
make my retreat previous to my
consecration, I visited my respected
friend Dr. Purcell, the Bishop of
Cincinnati. H& kindly accompanied me
as far as Louisville and then
returned, whilst I proceeded on my way
to Bardstown, where I once more had
the happiness of meeting my father and
friend, the venerable Bishop Flaget,
the Patriarch of these Western
Missions, upon which he has labored
above 43 years twenty-five of them as
Bishop of Bardstown, having
jurisdiction over the whole western
country. I was also permitted once
more to embrace my old friend Bishop
David, who, having resigned the
coadjutorship of Bardstown, has been
succeeded by Bishop Chabrat.
"At the time of my arrival Bishop
Flaget was about leaving for
Cincinnati to consecrate the large
German Church which had been lately
erected. I spent a few days in
visiting the different institutions of
the Diocese, the College and Seminary
at Bardstown; the beautiful
Institution of the Sisters of Charity
of Nazareth, founded by Bishop David;
the House of the Sisters of Loretto,
founded by the Rev. Mr. Nerinckx, both
having several Academies and Schools
under their care. I Tinted also the
flourishing College of the Jesuits
(St. Mary's) regretted ray much that
my time would not allow of my to die
Dominican Convent and Novitiate of St.
Rose. By the time I had finished my
retreat (from 4th to 12th October)
under Bishop David, Bishop Flaget had
returned from Cincinnati and I set out
with him for Louisville, where Bishop
Purcell joined us. Crossing the Ohio,
we proceeded towards St. Louis, across
the vast prairies of Illinois, and
half-incognito passed through the town
of Vincennes."
In a cheerful letter to Bishop
David from "Salem, half way between
Vincennes and St. Louis," he gives a
detailed account of this journey,
which of itself was no slight
undertaking in those days. Once they
were caught in a violent storm upon
the prairies and suffered severely
from wet and cold. He draws as usual a
lively picture of their mishaps and
adventures, of Bishop Flaget, "l'incomparable,"
as he calls him, drying his Breviary
before the fire, etc. They spent only
an hour and a half at Vincennes "
without the guns firing, or the bells
ringing, or a grand procession, or
anything." But to resume his
memoranda:
"It was a source of great happiness
and consolation to me to pass so many
days in the company of these holy
bishops and to meet that most
excellent Prelate, Dr. Rosati of St.
Louis, who on the 25th of October,
assisted by Bishops Flaget and
Purcell, consecrated his new and
beautiful Cathedral, which was an
occasion of great joy to the whole
city. A large body of the militia, and
even the United States troops from the
barracks near St. Louis, assisted at
the ceremony. Two days afterwards, on
the 28th of October, "the day of the
holy Apostle St. Simon (my patron) and
St. Jude, I was consecrated in the
same Cathedral by the Rt. Rev. Bishop
Flaget, assisted by Bishop Rosati and
Bishop Purcell. The Sermon for the
occasion was preached by the Rev. Mr.
Hitzelberger."
The next day the new bishop
addressed a Pastoral Letter to his
diocesan subjects, opening with the
words: "Simon Gabriel, by the grace of
God and the appointment of the Holy
See, Bishop of Vincennes. . . ."We
make room for one paragraph that was
directed to non-Catholics:
"Addressing thus our Catholic
brethren, we forget not that portion
of our flock which unhappy
contentions, misleading in times past
their ancestors, separated from their
common mother. Happy to see them daily
forgetting those times, and inclining,
we hope, to come and enjoy with us all
the means ordained for our salvation,
looking upon us as the ' ministers of
Christ and the dispensers of the
mysteries of God,' we will not cease
to claim humbly and affectionately
from them that confidence from which
prejudice or misrepresentation cannot
keep long estranged hearts of
goodwill, men of good sense. Let them
be at least convinced that sincere
love and respect towards them are
duties which we mean never to forget."
The new bishop wrote the following
letter to Father Hilary Parsons, who
was slowly dying at the Mountain.
Brute was all heart, and all the
preoccupation of this new government
could not prevent his visiting, in
spirit at least and by letter, his
sick brother at the Mountain.
Louisville, Kentucky, Saturday,
27th, September, 1834.
J. M. J. Behold me near your bed
my letter I would say, for I can no
longer visit this good invalid every
day. Some one of our friends, Mr.
Butler, Mr. Whelan, perhaps Mr.
Sourin, Mr. Flaut, delivers it to
you. They have already given you an
account of the journey to Louisville
here on the Kentucky shore Indiana
on the other side. I am with Mr.
Abel and Mgr. Flaget is with us, as
well as Mr. Ferneding, a German
priest, who visits both sides of the
river, but who will, I hope, in the
future be assigned to Mgr.'Flaget.
And it also appears that Mr. Badin
will go to live at Wayne, which he
has served from Michigan. Thus, you
see, with Mr. Lalumiere, there are
three priests four if Mr. Picot
comes five if M. St. Cyr remains at
Chicago besides Father Petit, who
will continue his visits, I hope,
and some of the priests of Kentucy,
four I believe, stationed nearest to
the Ohio will, as necessity demands,
visit a few points on the opposite
shore, mine. Oh ! dear brother
Hilary, pray a great deal for these
beginnings pray, that is your holy
occupation, the magic of your
weakness, and a means for all good,
for an influence so strong, so
powerful above all that which is
generally claimed for it in spite of
the expressive words of our Lord ask
for me this leading spirit of true
prayer and that of union with and
abandonment to the Will of God, May
his goodness preserve in you that
calm and that peace which has
edified us all.
Tomorrow, your good day. your
holy communion Mgr. Flaget will say
the 10 o'c. Mass. we the first. Mr.
Abel has a large beautiful church
containing 130 or 140 pews, an
organ, etc., and he will soon have
too many Catholics for one building;
it will be necessary to erect
another. There are eight Sisters of
Charity here (of Mgr. David, same
rule of St. Vincent, differing
somewhat from that of St. Joseph's),
who have a well-built house beside
the church with a similar Gothic
front 25 orphans, a pay and a free
school. We see with the same
pleasure everywhere these souls
devoted and consecrated, as we are.
to all the good that they can
effect. Oh, if all this America
should be one day Catholic we would
rejoice all in heaven for having
each made his feeble effort for this
beautiful branch of the kingdom of
Jesus Christ. He has shed his blood
for her, but as everywhere, the
unhappy children of Adam trample it
under their feet. His truths, his
graces those of their pardon, those
of his Divine Eucharist, those of
their union with his Saints, with
Mary, those of their good death and
of their Eternity. They live and die
everywhere on this earth in this
frightful indifference of sect or no
sect, of purely animal life, of
passions, of money, of pride of a
thousand forms, of sensualities and
pitiable excesses, etc., etc. What
does one see as soon as one leaves
some happy asylum, such as the
Mountain or the Valley, religious
houses or those of many good
congregations where piety animates
so many souls of these Christian
families, where the Lord is known,
loved and served and how many such
do we find ? The remainder, as I
perceive everywhere, is total
indifference and desolation.
But it is not well to distress
oneself regarding this state of the
world, of our America, any more than
of Europe, for in entirely Catholic
nations it is the same abandoning
and despairing of grace, still more
culpable! We must save ourselves and
save what we can of the souls who
are on earth seeking God "Venit
fillius hominis quaerere quod
perierat" I know not what to do
for this vast country which the
church has given me to work; I am
only resolved to apply myself here,
with the greatest confidence and
peace in our Lord. Pray earnestly, I
repeat, for me; for all his laborers
everywhere, beginning, of course,
with the Seminary, which I never
forget, and the blessed Valley.
We leave here on Monday for
Bardstown. I will visit all around,
St. Thomas, Nazareth, Loretto, the
Jesuits of St. Mary's the Dominicans
of St. Rose how great the
consolation of these many places
with their good bishops and clergy
but so far as Indiana is concerned
will she have her share in these
benedictions ? Mgr. Flaget will
return to Louisville to be on the
5th in Cincinnati for the dedication
of Mgr. Purcell's large church ; who
went home yesterday after having
accompanied me here and after his
return here and my retreat over, we
will all go to St. Louis for the
26th and 28th then to Vincennes on
all Saints Day I think Pray!
I am very often with you all in
these first moments and would know
so many things that I refer at last
simply to God, having nothing but
constant prayer for you, after these
long years passed together; in the
midst of so many difficulties the "quam
bonum et jucundum habitare fratres
in unum" so consoling for all
for me ''God only," ''God only," not
even a priest with me at Vincennes,
with whom to take counsel but can I
complain of what is the situation of
so many in this country? Only I
begin to perceive how distressing
this want of counsel will become.
I do not dare beg of you,
yourself, poor invalid, to reply to
this letter which I have the
pleasure of writing to you; our
friends will do it, and by whichever
hand, the pleasure will be the same,
for my happiness has been to love
you all, and I believe I have the
hearts of all notwithstanding the
grief I may have caused each.
I wish also to be remembered to
each of the young men, not daring to
name any in particular, — it would
take the balance of the page, and
finally to Sister Perpetua, each one
of the sisters, your good
infirmarian, and Veronica and
Columba and the youngest, whose name
the good God knows, my pen cannot
find, then Polly, Miss Henry whose
mother and sister and Henry Green I
have just recommended to Mr.
Ferneding on his first journey
towards his " German Settlement"
(McKenzie) at some distance, but
knowing nothing of these Catholics
near Salem: Read this to Miss Henry.
The young McCallion is doing very
well in Cincinnati; tell this to his
sister Betsy Bingham and Mrs. Marsh
are very well. Embrace also to the
brothers; may the good God bless the
design of Charles and your care for
him. Ah, if He would for that,
prolong our life and keep you in the
improved condition in which I left
you. His holy Will our good Hilary
and Mgr. Simon. There is time for
one or the other or both to be
judged before this letter reaches
the Mountain!
What an admiral thing is this
continual uncertainty of the moment
on which depends Eternity! "Vigilate
et Orate!" Veillez et priez!
Watch and pray! My old Barney, Mary,
Nace (slaves), I would not forget to
ask their prayers as for the
congregation their would be no end
but at least the good doctor and his
lady, and my friends of 25 years,
Natty Elder, Mr. Brawner, etc."Claudite
rivos!" Dieu Seul. S. Brute’
The postscript is in his own
English.
M. Sourin: My dear M. Sourin, how
grateful I am for your good care of
my books make the best of them for
usefulness as our friends or the
young men may call for them, but
preserve them carefully for times to
come, times which may God grant such
as you all desire, with me, one same
heart, when you say
more fervently than I can myself
"ignem veni mittere in terrain et
quid volo nisi ut accendatur." I
close after the high Mass said by
Bishop Flaget an excellent organ,
some truly splendid voices, but
truly that sermon of M. Abel on the
Sorrows of Mary, such touches from
that immense and deep voice on the
Sorrows of the Cross and that change
of St. John for Jesus, as never
better pierced my heart, and at the
end Mgr. Flaget at first scarcely
heard, and then such a voice as to
beat M. Abel, announcing: 1. The
German dedication; 2. St. Louis
Cathedral; 3. The Bishop of
Vincennes; and after some forcible
beauties on that wonderful progress
of the Church, such as could have
prostrated a Beecher or a
Breckinridge (noted Protestant
preachers) to the floor of the
Sanctuary, a return so tender, so
pathetic to the Sorrows of Mary and
an appeal to the priests, bishops
and faithful to live nailed to the
Cross with Jesus Christ and die with
Him who died for our sins, etc. O
truly faith and love are upon earth,
in which pray that I may share, and
be all more than ever undaunted
under the weight of your cross. This
all common to Sister Rose pray for
S. brute.
It is best to tell the story of the
journey to Vincennes and his first
impressions in his own words: " On the
festival of All Saints, at the request
of Bishop Rosati, I officiated
pontific-ally for the first time.
During these days, which were a time
of general festivity, there were
sermons morning and evening, preached
by the Bishops or some of the Jesuit
Fathers, who have a large and
flourishing college at this place (St.
Louis), at present our furthest point,
a thousand miles distant from New
York, but with another thousand miles
of territory extending beyond it to
the Pacific, the frontier of these
vast United States.
"Having left St. Louis with Bishops
Flaget and Purcell, the Rev. Messrs.
Abel and Hitzelberger and Petit, we
arrived at Vincennes the 5th of
November. Some miles before reaching
the city, we were met by a number of
the citizens, Catholics and
Protestants, on horseback, who had
accompanied the Pastor, the Rev. M.
Lalumiere, a native of the State, and
the first Priest ordained (by Bishop
Flaget) for Vincennes. He was of
course filled with joy in seeing a
Bishop granted to his Indiana, and all
the inhabitants seemed to share in it.
"The ceremony of the Installation
took place the same evening. Bishop
Flaget, who 43 years before had been
the missionary priest here, when it
was a simple trading and military post
in the midst of the surrounding
wilderness, proceeded to address the
people with his usual fervor.
Venerated and loved by all, himself in
the 74th year of his age, he
introduced to them their new Bishop,
no longer young, being in his 54th
year, and urged them to make a good
use of the privileges which God in his
mercy had bestowed upon them. Other
instructions were given during these
days. On Sunday I officiated
pontifically, and on Monday my
venerable colleagues took their leave,
amidst the blessing of the whole
population, to return to their
respective dioceses. They literally
left me alone. Father Petit was
obliged soon to return to his college
in Kentucky; M. Lalumiere took charge
of the missions in the vicinity of
Vincennes, but still 25 or 30 miles
distant, and in the whole diocese
there were but two other priests, one
Mr. Ferneding, in charge of the two
German missions 150 miles distant, and
Mr. St. Cyr, whom Bishop Rosati had
permitted to assist me for one year,
and who was stationed at Chicago, with
its 400 inhabitants, 225 miles off."
[This St. Cyr used to say Mass at the
house of Thomas Lincoln and his wife,
both sincere Catholics. The youth
Abraham Lincoln, who became President
of the United States, used to help
arrange things for the priest, and
made six chairs for him. Thomas
Lincoln's wife, Sarah Bush, was
Abraham's stepmother, and brought him
up, as his mother died in his infancy.
So testified Archbishop Ireland, who
had it from St. Cyr at St. Paul in
1866. See Griffin's American
Catholic Historical Researches,
July, 1905.
"The Cathedral Church of Vincennes
is a plain brick building 115 feet
long and 60 broad, consisting of the
four walls, and the roof; unplastered
and not even whitewashed no sanctuary
not even a place for preserving the
vestments and sacred vessels. Only a
simple altar of wood with a neatly
gilded tabernacle and a cross and six
beautiful candlesticks, a gift from
France, which were much in contrast
with the poverty and utter destitution
of the place. The house, built for the
missionary, and now the Episcopal
Residence, consists of a small,
comfortable room and closet, 25 feet
by 12, without, however, a cellar or a
garret; a small plot for a garden lies
between it and the Church, on the
other side of which is the Catholic
cemetery. Some years since, the town
had a common burying-ground prepared
beyond its limits, and for a while the
Catholics had to bury their dead in it
like the rest; but they resisted so
resolutely they were at last permitted
to bury in their own cemetery. An old
wooden building, a short distance from
the Palace, is occupied by the
servant, and near it is a stable ready
for the Bishop's horse, when he is
able to get one. The people are mostly
of French descent, poor, illiterate,
but of that open, lively disposition
which bespeaks their origin. They
retain their faith, love their
priests, but are negligent in
attending to their religious duties.
They are very remiss also in teaching
their children their prayers and the
Catechism, and this causes them to
forget it themselves. Many also are in
the habit of using profane language.
It is true, and should be mentioned,
that of late years they have been much
neglected, and much of their former
piety seems now to be rekindling in
their hearts.
"The kind reception I met with on
my arrival was followed up by generous
gifts of provisions and other
necessary things. Of money they have
little, and consequently can give but
little. A subscription list which was
handed around some months after I
came, with the intention of providing
a yearly income for my support, did
not reach two hundred dollars, and
most of this was to be paid in grain,
if they had not the money at the time.
It may seem somewhat out of place for
me to enter into such details, but
they are necessary to show that
although a parish priest, accustomed
to the simplicity of seminary life,
may find a sufficient support, yet the
resources of the diocese are entirely
inadequate to provide for its great
and urgent wants, the education of
young men intended for the priesthood,
and the building up of those
institutions of charity for orphans
and others, without which religion can
never be firmly established. The
revenue from pews in my Cathedral is
so small as barely to supply what is
necessary for the altar and current
expenses of the Church itself. Of some
property which belongs to the diocese,
but which at present brings no income,
I shall have occasion to speak
hereafter."
In a letter to Bishop Kenrick,
dated December 18, 1834, he
incidentally mentions that the pew
rent in his Cathedral amounted to the
enormous sum of $100, and that the
subscription for the support of the
pastor was $240, but not all of it
paid. Still there is not a sign of
complaint; his only demand, after all,
is for priests. "I am resigned," he
says, "to remain at Vincennes alone
and attend the sick calls and do all
the work myself but my great, my
greatest want is priests for other
places."
And so we leave the "Angel of the
Mount," for the present, alone with
God and duty in the wilderness.
Veneration and love induce us to refer
to the heartfelt eulogy passed by
Archbishop Bayley in his " Memoirs of
Brute "and given in an early chapter.
Its sum is this:
"Father Brute’ was for 20 years
the 'Angel of the Mount' angel in
intellect and knowledge, angel in
counsel, angel in conduct."
One who as a child entered the
College just as Brute’ was leaving
it thus sings of the holy bishop:
The Spirit of the Mountain I
Glance around The terrace at our
feet is hallowed ground; Climb that
green hill those leveled walks that
glide. Around the chapel, by the
torrent's side. That shaded mound
where still the Grotto stands. All
these are relics now, touched by the
hands. That led alike the shriven
soul to grace. Or smoothed the frown
from Nature's erring face. Question
the valley hear how oft there trod,
Missal in hand, along the weary
road. A swift, frail shape, on some
new mercy bent. That seemed to smile
with angels as it went. Go further
pierce the arching world beyond. The
circle of those calm blue lines that
bound. The Sanctuary; count the
mitres scan. The vast results of
that one Heaven sent man. Ask
Mountain laymen, deep in stocks and
deeds, why still they wear their
medals, tell their beads. Ask that
grey band of priests what trumpet
call beneath Christ's standard
ranged and armed them all. Ask
either prelate, whose command
controls the Christian being of a
million souls, who first inspired
his half-unconscious feet, to tread
the heights where flamed the
Paraclete? Hark! Prelate, layman,
priest, together say: The
Angel-Guardian of the Mount Brute’.
George H. Miles.
Brute’ died before most of us were
born, but the perfume of his virtues
clings round the Mountain yet, and no
one can look upon his picture, the
frontispiece to Archbishop Bayley's
sketch, without feeling that all they
say of him must be true, for the "
beauty of holiness'' beams upon that
attractive face.
John McCloekey, future president,
entered the Seminary this year.
Francis P. Hennange, Philadelphia,
brother of the former professor,
left his library to the College, but
unfortunately the donated books do
not bear his mark.
Josue M. Young, a Harvard man,
editor of a newspaper in Maine, and
future Bishop of Erie, entered the
Seminary this year. Florent Meline
and Caspar Beleke came to teach. Of
the latter we shall see more further
on.
On the 9th of August, 1834, the
Ursuline Convent at Charlestown,
Mass., was burned by a mob. On the
9th of August, 1904, a professor
from the Mountain wished to visit
the spot. "Oh, there is nothing
there," said a Boston alumnus.
"What! nothing there, after 70
years!" There was indeed nothing
there. The opposite side of the
street was lined with houses, but
enterprising Boston had not done
anything with the convent site. Was
the place cursed?
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