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 35
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Chapter 36: 1842
On February 7, 1842, Rev. John
McCloskey (Father John) was elected
Vice-President, and Rev. Patrick
Corry, who had returned, became
prefect of studies. Father McGloskey
on March 4, read the treasurer's
report for year ending March 1, 1842.
Although no record is found of his
being named to this office, it seems
from this and succeeding facts that
Father John began at this time to
perform its duties, and, as we shall
see, continued to do so for more than
a third of the century. Father
McCloskey was also appointed
librarian, five hundred dollars were
appropriated to increase the library
and a committee of three appointed to
buy books. It was decided that boys
should no longer be flogged "for a
mere trick in class," and this is the
first step towards the gentle
discipline of the twentieth century.
Mr. Giraud was appointed to teach at
two hundred fifty dollars a year, and
it was decided to buy Josephine and
Eliza for five hundred thirty-five
dollars and to hold them until each
was thirty-five years of age.
A monthly called The Mountaineer
was published in manuscript at this
period and was enjoyed immensely by
the students in those days of few
newspapers. Thomas Edgar Garvin '44
(now, 1908, Dean of our Graduates) was
associate editor.
On July 9, 1842, it was ordered to
give a seminarian one hundred dollars
to pay his way to a foreign college
and it was also decided to buy the
books he would need.
On July l1th, twelve thousand
dollars was appropriated for the
erection of a new building; fifty
dollars annually to have Masses said
for deceased benefactors, the
seminarians were asked to say the
Litany of the Saints for the spiritual
and temporal welfare of the house, the
priests to say Mass for the same
intention. . . . The sister-servant
was hereafter to give no breakfast to
persons of the congregation on Sundays
or other days without permission from
the President or Vice-President if she
could see them; if not she may use her
own judgment. [This practice would
seem to be a tradition of of ancient
days in Maryland when the pastor who
had house and land from the State gave
hospitality to communicants from a
distance.] The Vice-President reported
that he had contracted with John Tehan
to build the new edifice (Brute Hall)
for nine thousand five hundred
dollars. . . .
We present a specimen of
journalists' prowess at the time:
To The Mountaineer
Jan. 1, 1842
Ye wits that guide the
Mountaineer.. I wish you all, "A
Good New Year". May peace and
pleasure hover o’er you, May truth
and wisdom walk before you; May wits
and poets grace your pages And force
a smile from bookish sages; May all
attend your welcome strain And
hearing, long to hear again. May
health be mine and wisdom thine, And
health and wisdom, thine and mine.
In vain proud critics in their might
Will vent on you their venom'd
spleen Or strive to crush you out of
spite Because they think you "very
green." In vain for youth, though
seldom wise, Has nerve and energy
and eyes; While age replete with
books and learning For want of sight
has no discerning, And thus methinks
the mountaineer, Though brought to
life this very year, Despite its
greenness and its youth, if arm'd
with Wisdom, Wit and Truth, The
critics' venom may defy, And like
the hero deity, Who e'en in
childhood's tender hour Taught
venom'd foes to feel his power, It,
too, may with its censors close, And
had my words the pow'r of blows I
would my simple strains prolong, But
as they haven't here rests my song.
Teddy McGart
On Jan. 19, 1842, the Gregorian
Society appointed a committee to
prepare to celebrate St. Gregory's
Day. Rev. W. H. Elder was elected
orator, but declined. The expenses of
the celebration were to be shared by
all equally, and outsiders were to be
invited.
A cross was fixed on the cupola of
Dubois Hall; it stands there still in
majesty and beauty. The Philologian
Society was founded in 1842. It lasted
till 1846. Its rules were very minute.
Fines of 25, 12 1\2 or 6 1\2 cents
were ordained for derelictions on the
part of officers and members. One of
the rules ran thus: No member shall be
allowed to eat anything in the
Society," and another, "No member will
be allowed to use the spittoon except
when the Society is in order." The
critic in '43 was Henry F. Coleman
'44, a distinguished benefactor of his
Alma Mater. Among other provisions is
this: "If the president shall incur
any penalties he shall not be obliged
to discharge them during his term of
office, but he must do so within three
weeks there after."
These rules are modified from time
to time and recast in 1845, as was and
is the way with boys and youths.
A Satire from the Mountaineer of
1842:
The pleasures of small boys.
See all the comforts, all the
joys That are the lot of little
boys. How envious our simple life,
How free from care, how free from
strife! No vice our sinless bosom
stains, Nor thirst of knowledge
racks our brains. As truly wise as
any sage, Without a thought of
coming age; No rage for Latin and
for Greek Distracts our breasts from
week to week. Whilst larger students
spend their days In finding out how
many ways To turn a Greek or Latin
phrase, And wasting all their
choicest hours In gathering old and
withered flowers, And lose the
springtime of their youth In search
of words instead of truth, And pale
as death or midnight ghost, And yet
how little they can boast! While
they thro’ Homer, Hesiod stammer, We
rest contented with our grammar. And
yet how far soe' er they go What
more than grammar can they know? And
when they're punished for mistakes
See what a face the booby makes!
With blubb'ring eyes and rueful
look He comes with some old, ragged
book With such familiar prose and
rhyme That he has conned full many a
time, And begs the teacher, "Let me
free, And then you'll find how good
I'll be. I promise that I ne'er will
tease you, And study night and day
to please you." "You promise to be
good. Absurd! You never yet have
kept your word. Are, let you free
and you'll be better! Go. sir. and
get it. every letter." With altered
tone and altered look He turns his
heel and shuts the book.
See how he rages, how he frets,
And into what a passion gets; To
learn his twenty lines refuses And
curses all the Grecian muses. Swears
Sophocles and all may go A-packing
to the shades below; And curses
every ancient bard For writing so
confounded hard, And thinks how
happy boys had been, Had Homer,
Hesiod never seen The light of day,
or left a line Of all that men have
called divine. And while they vent
their empty rage On Poet, Orator and
Sage, And with a face that tells of
woe Up to the haunted chamber go, We
little boys with stoic pride
Contented with our lot abide. And
with a firmer look we ask The
teacher to point out the task, And
neither cry.
Nor meanly pray, But nobly turn
and walk away, And generous we
forget the past And think our
teachers wise at last. From other
evils, too, we're free, hard logic
and philosophy, And goading points
of mathematics, Cursed algebra and
laws of statics, Nor that infernal
calculus, With differentials,
bothers us. While these torment the
larger boys They ne'er intrude upon
our joys. We sport and play like
birds of air, With hearts as light,
as free from care. Ah! if they knew
how well we live I'm sure that they
the world would give To be as far
removed as we From Latin, Greek and
Geometry, And long as much for youth
again As we to reach the age of men.
See as they pore each gloomy
night Beneath the lamp or candle
light O'er Horace and o'er Cicero,
Then snugly to our beds we go And
leave the world and them below, And
perched upon the attic story sweetly
sleep in all our glory. No thought
of meat or love or clothes Disturbs
our balmy, soft repose, But like
wild Indians in a storm Wrapt up in
skins to keep us warm And think of
all the other joys That swell the
hearts of liule boys. No more at
present will we say Of large boys,
but some future day We'll sing the
dreadful doom that waits, For soapy
locks and empty pates. We sign our
names that all may know This comes
from Adams, Grant & Co.
What a delight to know that Thomas
Edgar Garvin, '44, a Gettsburg boy,
now of Evansville, Indiana, Dean of
our Alumni, wrote this clever satire!
In the Catholic Almanac for 1841
we find Kev. Maurice Borel, who had
finished his studies at the Mountain
and had been ordained priest at
Vincennes, is set down as
Vice-President of the college there.
Father Leonard Obermeyer, then a
youth, was orator once on the Fourth
of July at a for routing. The young
men used to bring sulphur, dogs and
guns and rout the fox from his den
under Indian Lookout.
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