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 37
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Chapter 38: 1844-1846
In the Summer of 1844, the row of
log buildings which formed the
dormitory, etc., of the early College
was torn down, and the sisters
transferred to the "White House," that
stood to the south. The razed
buildings occupied the ground now
covered since 1852 by McCaffrey Hall.
St. John's Day (Dec. 27) was the
great domestic feast of the college,
probably because it was the name day
of the founder, but several of the
succeeding Presidents also bore the
name, Purcell, McCaffrey, McCloskey
and Wattersou were so called, so that
its celebration became more and more
appropriate as time went on. This is
to explain the allusion with which
William Henry Elder opens a letter to
Dr. McCaffrey from which we make a few
extracts:
PROPAGANDA, ROME, ST. JOHN'S DAY,
1844.
Rev. and dear Sir: A happy and
thrice happy festival to yourself
and to the Mountain. This is a day
sacred to reminiscences of my old
home and I intend this year to
double the enjoyment and transport
myself as effectually as I can to
the midst of the happiness and
merriment in which I was so long
accustomed to spend it-by holding
converse with yourself . . .
Of your new Hall and its splendid
opening, I had already received some
account from my brothers; but my
pleasure was increased by your
information regarding the expenses
and regarding the prospects of
accommodations for a large number of
seminarians . . .
The writer then, who is none other
than William Henry Elder, was studying
theology in Rome at the World College
of the Propaganda, goes on at great
length to argue the need of higher
learning for the clergy and the
necessity of making a specialty of
study. The letter is a fine piece of
English, full of deep and high
thoughts, remarkable in so young a man
on the subject of clerical training,
and giving promise of the great future
that was before this splendid specimen
of the Mountain ecclesiastic.
Mr. Elder in his letter relates an
interesting fact of that day which
illustrates the union of church and
State. "A physician neglected on
several occasions to warn his patients
of the danger of death that they might
prepare, although he was bound not
only by charity but by law and by the
oath which he took when receiving his
diploma at the University. He was
admonished three distinct times, but
he laughed at it. He was then called
to the Inquisition without any public
arrest, and being convicted was
ordered to confine himself three
months to a certain monastery, at the
end of which time he was released and
is now practicing again."
Mount Saint Mary's
College, 1846 |
Sisters from St. Joseph's,
Emmitsburg, went to take charge of the
domestic department at St. John's
College, Fordham, in 1844. Another
newspaper was started at Emmitsburg
this year, "The Star." It lasted
several years.
Joseph Taney, uncle of Chief
Justice Roger B. Taney, died at his
home near the village, Nov. 24, in his
90th year and was buried on the Hill.
He was held to be an honest man and
filled public office for many years.
Professor Dielman soon introduced
the custom of waking the boys with his
Adeste Fideles on Christmas morning if
he did not merely revive it. This was
a delightful novelty for the new boys
who were never told of it in advance,
and woke as if roused by the Angels of
Bethlehem.
Among the carefully preserved
treasures of the College Library are
several records of the different
societies ,mainly the debating ones,
and a writer in the Mountaineer,
entertains us with specimens of their
contents. "Their original
constitutions are still extant, and
remain as monuments of the zeal of the
students of the early days of the
Mountain." In every case these
documents are written by hand and are
excellent specimens of penmanship.
But it is not with the
constitutions we have to deal; it is
with the records of the Philomathian
Society for the period beginning
February 15, '44, and ending in March,
'45; it is to be regretted that we
have not a complete set of the records
of our societies from their inception
to the present time. The volume from
which we take these extracts begins on
the former date and ends in '48. We
may feel assured that the secretary
felt his position no sinecure, for if
he made omissions in his records he
was liable to a fine, as witness the
following minute of March 14, 1844,
"Mr. O'Brien, the secretary, was fined
for omissions in the minutes."When
appointed to serve on committees the
members were liable to a fine if they
refused to serve. On Feb. 15th of the
same year "Mr. McCormick was fined for
resignation from a committee."
Punctuality was inculcated by the same
means, as records similar to the
following are quite numerous : "Fined
for absence exceeding ten minutes."
It was the custom for some speaker
of prominence to deliver an address
before the society at Commencement. In
the minutes for February 29, 1845, is
the following: "The election of a
speaker for exhibition then came on,
and resulted in the election of Rev.
J. (Cardinal) McCloskey." In the
meeting held April 13, Father
McCloskey's declension was announced,
and M. Carroll Spence, '37, was
chosen. But the latter gentleman
declined and at a special meeting held
on April 29th, Rev. E. S. Sourin, '28,
one of the most honored of the
Mountain Alumni, was selected. On the
29th of February 1844, "it was moved
and carried that a committee of one be
appointed to see the Rev. J. McCaffrey
concerning the celebration of the 10th
of May."
That the meetings of the society
were serious is evidenced by the
attention given to debates and
declamation. Not to know one's piece
for declamation was to subject one's
self to a fine, as was also the case
if one did not take part in the
debates to which he was assigned.
Scattered through the minutes we come
upon records like these; "fined for
reading a book during the meeting,"
"fined for talking during the
meeting." On April 24th, '44, Mr.
Cooper the secretary was reported as
sitting in the window whilst reading
the minutes." He was fined for this
offence in the meeting of May 2, in
which meeting he was also mulcted "
for not rising to address the Chair."
On June 13 a member named McCann
proposed, as honorary members, Daniel
O'Connell and Queen Victoria. The
secretary omits the debate which
followed, if any, but likely there
was, as the latter name was withdrawn.
On the 30th O'Connell's name was
withdrawn, possibly to even up
matters. The society exercises a
paternal care over its members as
regards their habits, for in April
"Messrs. McCormick and Cooper were
fined for chewing tobacco." In
September a "Committee was appointed
to see about spittoons." Same
Committee was requested to see about a
stove." We do not find anything
further about this committee, but
another was appointed on November 31st
"to buy 3 spittoons." This must have
been a vast undertaking, as at each of
the following six meetings we hear a
"partial report."
On November 28th a motion was made
" that a Mountaineer be published,"
but the ringing of the bell prevented
any further remarks upon it and it was
withdrawn." On December 19th, a
committee was appointed " to see the
President of the College" about this
matter, but was discharged on Jan. 2,
1845.
There are in the archives several
numbers of this manuscript
Mountaineer, which used to be read in
the Study-Hall. We give a specimen
from its pages.
An ode on tobacco.
From a Manuscript Mountaineer of
the Middle '40's. "Notaeque per
oppida buceae." Juvenal.
"Their cheeks so large from chewing
grown, Through all the place they're
quickly known."
The gods, we are told, In council
of old, Besolved that no power
divine Be permitted to feed
On tobacco's foul weed, Save
Pluto and dark Proserpine.
They thus did decree That if god
there should be Who'd bring that
cursed weed into heaven, Bight down
he should go To the regions below,
Nor again see the other eleven.
Then Jupiter sware That should
any god dare The floor or the walls
of Olympus to stain, The same he'd
expel To earth or to hell, And no
longer, with gods, should the savage
remain.
"Then Argus," he cries, " I'll
have use for your eyes, To keep a
sharp look for each deity here, And
spare not a soul Whether half god or
whole, But make them to my mandate
adhere."
Soon Vulcan he caught And to
Jupiter brought, Who, raising his
sceptre with terrible stroke, The
limping god hurl'd Roaring down to
the world, For defiling the skies
with saliva and smoke.
Thus Vulcan detected, Keen
Mercury suspected, That Jove, if he
caught him. would him, too, expel,
So the cunning god hid And swallowed
his quid, Nor chewed ever after on
earth or in hell
And some even say That this was
the way That Ixion was kicked from
above For daring to speak With a
quid in his cheek To the wife and
the sister of Jove.
Yet had Jove known the use Of
tobacco's sweet juice, Of snuffing
or smoking, more delicious by far,
He had long left his nectar And
ambrosia, by Hector, And wrapped
high Olympus in smoke of cigar.
Had he known what a grace Had
been lent to his face By a large
rolling quid finely curving each
jaw, When the Muses he sported Or
the Graces he courted, How gracious
he'd look with the weed in his maw.
Or when with a look Huge Olympus
he shook, And thundered through
earth and through ocean afar, What
terror a sneeze Would have added to
these, And volumes of smoke from a
flaming cigar.
Wonder not then That mere mortal
men Should love so devoutly cigar,
quid and snuff,
Or suffer privation Of their
recreation, Since gods left Olympus
for sake of a puff.
Pindar.
The Archbishop visited the Mountain
about the 14th of May, 1845. Mr.
McFarland of the Faculty had left it a
short time before and was raised to
the priesthood by Archbishop Hughes,
in the Cathedral of New York, on the
18th of May. From pastor at Utica, N.
Y., he became Bishop of Hartford in
1858. He was noted for his studious
habits and for his zeal in the cause
of religion. Was very dignified in
office, albeit retiring and modest in
private. His diocese prospered greatly
during his administration. He died on
the 12th of October, 1874, thirteen
bishops and a great number of priests
attending his funeral on the 15th of
October that year.
Mr. E. Louis Lowe, afterwards
Governor of Maryland, addressed the
boys on Pilgrims' Day, 1845.
The Baltimore "American" of July 9,
(fourteen days later) contains an
account of the Commencement held on
the 25th of June, and says that the
"new and beautiful Doric Hall (Brute
Hall) is considerably larger than any
in Baltimore and much more elegantly
furnished. The address of the
President to the graduating class,
seven in number, was the shortest and
best we ever heard. The students
numbered two hundred twelve. Among the
audience were gentlemen from Louisiana
St. Louis, Buenos Ayres, Florida and
Massachusetts. So exquisite was the
mountain-rock water at the dinner,
that it was not without a struggle we
exchanged it for the Pale Sherry of
Pomaar."
The Archbishop wrote Sept. 3, 1845
... "I could not ordain Mr. B. until
he has gone through a good course of
Moral Theology. ... If either must be
postponed, let it be Dogmatic
Theology. In this country every
missionary has obvious and effectual
inducements to acquire a sufficient
knowledge of the doctrines of his
church. . . . Hence give, I entreat
you, a decided preference to Moral
Theology. ..."
On the 29th of the same month
Father David Whelan, brother of the
bishop, wrote from Richmond,
endeavoring to obtain a professorship
at the Mountain, and Dr. W. E. A.
Aiken became again professor of
Physics this Winter, Mr. F. P. Giraud
having gone to Texas.
The following letter throws some
light on the " peculiar institution "
of the South, and sets forth the
manner of Holy Mother Church in the
premises.
May 3rd, James McSherry, '38,
historian of Maryland, writing to a
New York paper, May 3, 1845 describes
the First Communion at Father
McElroy's Church of St. John,
Frederick, Maryland. ..." There were
about seventy young persons who had
the inestimable happiness of
approaching the Holy Sacrament for the
first time and eight adult converts,
some of whom, if not all, were
baptized the evening previous. The
students of St. John's literary
institution first proceeded to the
communion rail, and here occurred one
of those little incidents which mark
the spirit of the Church and the
equality of all human souls in her
eyes. There were some half a dozen or
more colored boys, slaves, prepared
for their first communion. As the
students proceeded first to the
railing they went to the extreme left
when an open space remained on the
right, which was soon occupied by the
negroes, who humbly remained kneeling
in their pews until directed to
proceed by a motion of one of the
officiating priests. Thus the poor,
lowly slave received first into his
bosom Him before whom all men are
equal. . . . This little incident
reminds me forcibly of the expression
of Bancroft on a similar occasion : '
Beautiful testimony to the equality of
the human race: The very Body and
Blood of Our Lord, all that the Church
offered to the princes and nobles of
the European world, was shared with
the humblest of the savage neophytes.'
" When the Old Church on the Hill was
enlarged the slaves occupied the
gallery which was considered by some
the most desirable part.
Among the graduates of 1845 was
Andrew H. Baker. This gentleman
founded Calvert College at the village
of New Windsor, Maryland, about 20
miles from Emmitsburg. It had a
complete faculty and flourished till
the War of Secession, when it went
down, as did other border colleges,
and Mr. Baker came to teach at the
Mountain. The Winter session at
Calvert College was of 26 weeks and
the Summer one of 18. The pension was
$125 a year, Music $30; Drawing $20,
Ethics, Logic, French, German and
Spanish were taught as well as the
preparatory branches.
Bishop (Cardinal) McCloskey invited
Dr. McCaffrey to be his theologian at
the coming Council, saying " there is
no one whom I would be so desirous of
having as yourself."
During the Sixth Provincial Council
of Baltimore, held in May, 1846,
Bishop Hughes received a letter from
the Hon. James Buchanan, Secretary of
State, asking him to visit Washington
to consult with the government "on
affairs of importance." It was rumored
in Baltimore that the bishop was to be
asked to go as a special peace envoy
to Mexico, the war with that country
having just begun, and the news of the
beginning of hostilities reached the
capital the very day the Council began
its session. An intimation of some
such request to be made to him induced
Bishop Hughes to ask the advice of the
assembled prelates. They recommended
him to refuse the mission unless
granted full rank and title of a
diplomatic representative.
"The ostensible purpose for which
he was summoned to the Capital," says
Mr. Hassard, "was nothing more than to
give his advice respecting the
appointment of Catholic chaplains for
the troops in Mexico; but this
business transacted, the subject of
the embassy was broached. 'It occurred
to the President,' says Mr. Buchanan,
to whom I am indebted for the
particulars of the affair,' whilst the
bishop was in Washington, and most
probably at an earlier period, that
should he consent to visit Mexico, he
might render essential services in
removing the violent prejudices of the
Mexicans, and especially of their
influential clergy, which then
prevailed against the United States,
and thus prepare the way for peace
between the two republics. In this I
heartily concurred. Independently of
his exalted character as a dignitary
of the Church, I believed him to be
one of the ablest and most
accomplished and energetic men I had
ever known, and that he possessed all
the prudence and firmness necessary to
render such a mission successful.' The
matter was discussed in several
private interviews between the
President and the bishop, but the
bishop finally refused the proposed
mission. 'The President,' says Mr.
Buchanan, 'much as he desired to avail
himself of the bishop's services,
could not at that time offer him
anything more acceptable. He could not
appoint him envoy to the Mexican
government so soon after they had
refused in an insulting manner to
receive our former minister.' Paredes
was at that time the revolutionary
president of Mexico. He owed his
elevation to his extreme and violent
hostility to the government and people
of the United States.
"The bishop often alluded darkly to
this affair but he would not tell the
whole story, because he thought it
would not be proper for him to repeat
anything of what transpired in a
confidential interview with the chief
officer of the government. Even with
his most intimate friends he used to
make a little mystery of it."
It was during the summer of this
year, 1846, that the separation of the
New York Sisters of Charity from the
Motherhouse took place, much to the
disappointment and regret of
Archbishop Hughes. Mr. Hassard gives
the lively correspondence on the
subject. Mr. James McSherry, '38, of
Frederick, delivered this year the
oration on the "Landing of the
Pilgrims."
There was but one graduate in 1846,
but at the commencement there was a
salutatory in Latin, one French and
four English orations, besides the
valedictory, and an "Address before
the Literary Societies" by Father
Sourin, '30.
The prefects of 1846, five in
number, included two future bishops,
William McCloskey and Richard Gilmour,
and one bishop-elect, John Byrne. Rev.
William Henry Elder returned from the
Propaganda, Rome, and began again to
teach at the Mountain and direct the
Seminary.
There are in the College archives
many letters from George H. Miles to
his affectionate godfather, Dr.
McCaffrey, which breathe a grand
spirit of faith, admiration for
religion and love for the Blessed
Virgin. In one of them, Sept. 29,
1846, the poet tells how he was
assaulted one night by two men,
whereupon "I went to Confession and
unburdened my conscience, recognizing
God's grace in the whole incident,
whereby was broken the spiritual
apathy in which I was plunged. . . .
In the Cathedral this morning I saw
the school of the Christian Brothers,
more than a hundred little boys, all
well-behaved and attentive to the
Divine Mysteries. Philanthropy !
Philosophy! Fie! Hide your diminished
heads! What have you to do with
moderating the passions? Reason is
your province, human respect your
magic wand. Religion, God's true
Religion, alone can cope with
rebellious flesh and blood. . . ."
"Toil, ye Christian Brothers toil,
ye John McCaffreys omit no opportunity
of planting Catholicity deep in the
hearts of all those under your care.
You rescued me from the big boys'
playroom to the retreat when fear of
laughter kept me from the chapel."
[What a lot of non-Catholics there
must have been then!] "If my soul is
saved, be yours the glory. You have
had many such opportunities and you
have not neglected them. ..."
July 28, 1845. Bishop Hughes
writes from New York: " I am driving
on the work at the Fordham College,
. . . but through all I feel the
same interest in the Mountain and
the same regard for its
distinguished President that I did
in olden times."
A Sister tells of her journey
from Emmitsburg to Cincinnati: "Nov.
3, 1845. To Frederick by stage. Then
by rail to Cumberland. Then two
nights and a day staging to
Wheeling. Then boat at 5 p. m. for
Cincinnati, two full days. I
couldn't bear to go to bed and have
those cockroaches running about all
night, and so sat up. We ran on
sandbanks frequently and the
passengers swore at the officers,
saying they wanted their money back,
they were not going to stay there a
month, etc. . . .
James McS. writes from Frederick,
Jan. 26, 1846, to the Freeman's
Journal of New York telling of
things in his time at the Mountain.
It seems there was a "Chamois Band
that claimed exclusive possession
of, and dealt in rabbits, possums,
pheasants and partridges."Then the
little boys would make" little traps
of cross-sticks with a figure 4
trigger, catch snow-birds and roast
these at the playroom fire. ... If
you, Mr. Editor, should ever chance
to wander up the Old Mountain do not
fail to visit the Devil's Den. If
you should be in a pleasant mood,
let the season of your choice be
spring, when the dogwood blossoms
line the sides of the glen and the
wild laurel is in bloom and the
glorious foliage of the forest is
waving joyously, while the air is
sweet with the perfume of a thousand
wild flowers and vocal with the
music of many birds. If your spirit
is sad and you would wish a fitting
scene of meditation, go there in
November. Your path will lead you by
the old graveyard where the sons of
many climes are sleeping priests and
seminarians from the land of France,
from the isle of Erin, from the far
South some who have come back to
repose at the home they loved, some
who have laid themselves down to
rest, before they could be called
forth into the busy and anxious
struggles of the world; and here and
there you will see a tablet to the
memory of some fondly remembered one
whose earthly remains are mingling
with the dust of distant lands.
Under the shadow of that primitive
oak is the tomb of young Iturbide no
visions of an imperial crown disturb
the young boy's slumbers. Head
yonder marble tablet placed upright
against the wall of the cemetery and
breathe the prayer it asks for the
soul of her whom it commemorates.
She was a daughter of St. Joseph's;
she sleeps in the far South, but two
tablets bid the 'Mountain' and the
'Valley' remember in their prayers
her who, in dying, turned her last
parting look to these distant but
well-remembered spots. ..."
On Jan. 22, 1846, the sisters
were recalled from the College. Dr.
McCaffrey writes the same day to the
Mother that he hopes the decision
will be revoked, as it is " based on
a misapprehension and would be an
irreparable calamity."
A writer in the U. S. Catholic
Magazine for May, 1846, says that
for many years the average number of
lay students was "about one
hundred," of seminarians about
twenty-four; so it may be that the
writer in the newspaper quoted a
little back was in error. He says
that Dubois' first house up the
hill, the one in which Mother Seton
lodged, was removed "some years
ago."
We give here the concluding letter
of the correspondence between Bishop
Hughes and Rev. Louis Deluol, S. S.,
Superior of the Sisters of Charity at
Emmitsburg, concerning the separation
referred to, of the New York and
Emmitsburg houses.
New York (midnight), 1846-47.
Very Rev. dear Sir: In the hours
of deep night, during the silent
interregnum between the going out of
one year and the coming in of
another, I write to acknowledge the
receipt of your last two letters, to
which I will add a very few words.
The most painful controversy of my
life has been that just closed, as I
hope (painfully or otherwise), in
which you, according to your sense
of duty, were or seemed to be my
opponent, not merely on your account
or on mine, but still more on
account of innocent and, in some
measure, helpless parties. That is
now all past; on reviewing my share
of it, I regret that I have used
expressions, and a certain pungency
of style towards you, which at the
time seemed not only justifiable but
almost expedient. I regret them.
They must have given you pain. They
gave no comfort to me. At all events
they were unnecessary, and I regret,
I retract them. . . . After what I
have said, the object of this is to
advise you of our purpose, present
and future. . . . One other wish of
which the sounding midnight reminds
me, as it does of the nugac
fugacet that fly with time, is
to you that of a happy New Year,
which I trust you will not reject,
quand meme. . . From your
sincere servant in Christ, John, Bp.
of N. Y.
Archbishop Hughes was the "Lion of
the Fold," and wielded a sharp pen as
well as a cutting tongue; but as that
letter showed his Christian humility,
so these hymns prove that his was also
the gift of elegant composition:
Magnificat.
Magnificat! Inspired word, From
Mary's raptured bosom poured, My
soul with Mary, bless the Lord.
Magnificat!
Magnificat! Oh! whence is this,
That God should heed my littleness?
Henceforward all my name shall
bless. Magnificat!
Magnificat! Praise God alone! The
mercy of my Saviour own; For He hath
mighty wonders done. Magnificat!
Magnificat! His wondrous grace Is
manifest from race to race Of them
who fear before his face. Magnificat!
Magnificat! He hath brought down
The proud man from his lofty throne,
And lifted up the humble one.
Magnificat!
Magnificat! Grace for the poor!
The poor who plead at Mercy's door;
The scornful rich shall have no
more. Magnificat!
Magnificat! In me behold
Fulfilled the promises of old To
Abr'ham and the Fathers told
Magnificat!
Magnificat! The song of praise To
Father, Son and Spirit raise! One
God throughout eternal days!
Magnificat!
Amen.
Christmas Vesper Hymn.
Depart awhile, each thought of
care; Be earthly things forgotten
all, And speak, my soul, thy vesper
prayer Obedient to that sacred call,
For hark ! the pealing chorus
swells: Devotion chants the hymn of
praise, And now of joy and hope it
tells, Till fainting on the ear, it
says Gloria tibi Domine.
Thine, wondrous babe of Galilee!
Fond theme of David's harp and song,
Thine are the notes of minstrelsy.
To thee its ransom'd chords belong.
And hark! again the chorus swells,
The song is wafted on the breeze,
And to the lis'ning earth it tells.
In accents soft and sweet as these.
Gloria tibi Domine.
My heart doth feel that still
He's near To meet the soul in hours
like this, Else why, O why, that
falling tear! When all is peace and
love and bliss. But hark! that
pealing chorus swells Anew its
thrilling vesper strain, And still
of joy and hope it tells, And bids
creation sing again Gloria tibi
Domine.
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