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 45 |
Chapter Index
Chapter 46: 1857-1858
Archbishop Kenrick writes to Rev.
John McCaffrey, of date July 1st,
taking it for granted that he will no
longer refuse the mitre:
Rt, Rev. and dear Sir: By a
letter of the Cardinal Prefect of
Propaganda date June 3rd, I am
directed to urge you to accept the
responsible dignity conferred on you
by the Holy See. This new
manifestation of the will of God
will, I feel assured, overcome the
repugnance which you experienced,
and outweigh all other
considerations. I can assure you
that I did not at all suggest this
course to the Sacred Congregation,
but wrote in full confidence that
your resignation would be accepted.
Expecting a prompt acquiescence
in the will of God, so clearly
marked, I remain, Your devoted
brother in Xt. Francis Patrick
Kenkick, Abp. Salt.
P. S. I suggest Sunday 2nd August
for the day of consecration and the
Metropolitan church as the place, as
Dr. Barry is urged likewise to
accept. Dr. Byrne [John B. Byrne'38,
Professor at the Mountain] had
resolved to await another letter
from Dr. Cf Connor (Bishop of
Pittsburg), but probably will be
consecrated at the same time. The
preacher may be agreed on between
yourselves. Only two bishops act as
assistants, even when several are
consecrated, but many may be in
choir. In case two only are
consecrated, each can choose one.
Nothing is said in regard to Dr.
McFarland.
Bishop O'Connor, writing from Rome,
Aug. 1, 1857, says "the American
College here is, I believe, a fixed
fact. . . . Do you know any one who
would make a good president for it?
....
Father Sylvester Malone, of
Brooklyn, N. Y., sent a contribution
to the new church,"on account of his
many Mountain friends." He was
afterwards very prominent as a Union
man during the War of 1861, became a
regent of the University of New York,
and was a staunch friend of Rev. Dr.
Edward McGlynn during the latter's
troubles. (Smith's History of the
Catholic Church in New York.) Father
Malone contributed also, as we shall
see, very generously to help us in
1881.
Bishop Wm. Geo. McCloskey, of
Louisville, tells in a letter to the
chronicler, Nov. 20,1905, how the
Church of Our Lady of Mount Carmel at
Thurmont, then called Mechanicstown,
was built about this time, friends
here and there aiding, and how Dr.
McCaffrey preached, Sept. 30, 1857, at
the cornerstone laying, and again at
the dedication " gave us another of
those magnificent sermons of his." The
previous sermon, also, in the open air
was " superb," and the vast crowd,
estimated at 3,000 persons, "didn't
miss a word of it." The seminarians
assisted at both ceremonies. On Easter
Sunday previous Mass was said at
Stanislaus Walter's house, near
Graceham. There were about one hundred
and twenty souls in the district
Catholics. Father Flaut made the
altar, and professors and students all
contributed towards this new church.
Among the subscribers to the new
church at the College are bishops,
priests and laymen, several Jesuits
and one Redemptorist, as well as the
people of the parish. The
subscriptions recorded amount to
eleven thousand six hundred and
twenty-seven dollars and a magnificent
book with gilt title holds the names.
Richard Kelly, of Catoctin Furnace,
three miles south of Thurmont, told
the chronicler, Mar. 13, 1908, that
about 1840 John Brian, or Breen, a
Catholic owner of the furnace, built
the stone edifice thereby, which still
stands on the McPherson farm. He
designed it for a church, but it never
reached dedication nor was Mass said
in it, as Mr. Brian died before
carrying out his project. There were
ten Catholic families there at the
time; in 1863 about twenty-five. In
1908 only two Catholic families
remained in the locality, the furnace
now standing cold.
Abp. Hughes writes, Oct. 19, 1857,
expressing the great pleasure it will
give him to be at the Jubilee the
coming year, but on account of health
and "thirty years' chasm" cannot be
the "orator of the day."
Bishop Carroll, of Covington,
writes Oct. 27, 1857:
. . . The bearer of this, Jno.
Mackey, is a young man of fine
talents. . . . The Superior of St.
Thomas' Seminary always reported
favorably of him, with respect to
his application, success and
exemplary conduct. In one of his
letters he says, '' this young man's
faculties have undergone an
extraordinary development." Last
July he wrote that he was ready for
theology. ... I am quite willing to
leave him with you for three, six or
nine years. He will make a good
teacher. I am much pleased with his
clear and distinct enunciation, his
facility in explaining things to the
boys and making them understand
whatever he taught them. His great
application at St. Thomas' somewhat
impaired his health: the bracing air
of Mt. St. Mary's will, I hope,
perfectly restore him. . . . Mr.
Brandts, who is all for the
"Mountain," would like to pay you a
Xmas visit if possible I will let
him go. He is above all praise and
is my great consolation.
We shall see the name of Rt. Rev.
John Mackey again in these pages when,
in the dark hour of his Alma Mater's
threatened downfall, he put forth his
strong hand to her support. He became
rector of the cathedral of Cincinnati,
then rector of the seminary, Mount St.
Mary's of the West. Father Mackey
collected sixteen thousand dollars for
the College when this was in distress
in 1881.
Most Rev.
William H. Elder |
Rev. John B. Byrne preached Oct. 11
at the Pittsburg cathedral, prefacing
his remarks by allusion to his future
relations as coadjutor-bishop.
We saw how Rev. William Elder was
in 1857 made Bishop of Natchez. He was
consecrated May 3 in the Baltimore
Cathedral by Abp. Kenrick, Dr.
McCaffrey preaching on the occasion in
his usual forceful way. His apostrophe
beginning, "Go, William!" was often
recalled by those who heard it.
Anticipating dates and events in the
life of this illustrious son of the
Mountain, we give a sketch of his
grand career:
William Henry Elder, Archbishop of
Cincinnati, died there ten minutes
before the feast of All Saints, 1904,
in the eighty-sixth year of his age,
the fifty-ninth of his priesthood and
the forty-eighth of his episcopate. He
was almost twenty-five years
Archbishop of Cincinnati. A
Baltimorean by birth, he was a
descendant of that William Elder who,
in 1728, seeking religious liberty,
left St. Mary's County, where his
family had been settled for a century,
and settling at the foot of the Blue
Ridge, called its Catoctin spur Mount
St. Mary's. Archbishop Elder's father
lived to be ninety-seven, and all the
children were long-lived. In 1887 the
Archbishop and his six brothers had a
"group" taken. He was sixty-seven and
the youngest, and they stood ranged on
either side, he seated in the center,
all of them hale and hearty. It was a
glorious picture surely and difficult
to duplicate. Every member of the
goodly group, like their parents,
passed the eightieth milestene before
leaving the road, and his sister
Helena, of Mother Seton's order, died
at the age of eighty-five.
The Archbishop was a cousin of the
famous Spalding family which, like his
own, claims many distinguished
ecclesiastics. He entered the College
in his twelfth year, when Dr. John B.
Purcell was President, whom as
Archbishop of Cincinnati he himself
fifty years later was to succeed. He
was, all his life long, modest, kind,
brave and pious, the perfect type of
the Maryland gentleman and
ecclesiastic Fatti maschi: Parole
femmine. Having studied at the
Mountain in College and Seminary for
fourteen years he went as a deacon to
the famous Propaganda College in Rome,
leaving it as a priest and doctor of
divinity in 1846, but a couple of
months before the usual time, in
order, as it was reported, that Rev.
John Henry (Cardinal) Newman might
have his room. Returning home, he
taught here and acted as director of
the Seminary till 1857, when he was
made Bishop of Natchez, where, to aid
and encourage the poor, he started a
Total Abstinence Society and took the
pledge himself with them. They and he
suffered much during the Civil War,
and the gentle, law-abiding prelate
was himself actually imprisoned at
Vidalia, Louisiana, July 22, 1864, by
order of General Brayman, for refusing
to obey an order requiring him to have
prayers in his churches for the Union
government. He was visited in prison
by Catholics and others, and his
action was sustained at Washington,
which recognized the principle that
civil or military officers had no
authority in religious matters. In
1878 he went through the yellow fever
with his people, visiting the sick
himself and caring for them with his
own hands. He took the disease, and
recovered, but in 1879 would not
accept the coadjutorship of San
Francisco, saying that he could not
leave his fever-stricken people at
Natchez. In 1880, however r he was
commanded to take the corresponding
position in Cincinnati, where his
ancient college superior Abp. Purcell
was sunk in the slough of financial
distress, the liabilities amounting,
it was said, to four million dollars.
On Sunday morning, April 18, 1880, a
small, slender gentleman carrying a
satchel in his hand rang the bell at
the episcopal residence in Cincinnati
and forestalled his subjects in the
formal reception they were preparing.
He preached at High Mass, and took up
the appalling task of restoring order
and prosperity, something that he
succeeded perfectly in accomplishing.
Archbishop Elder celebrated with us in
1887 the golden jubilee of his
graduation and entertained the
audience with reminiscences of half a
century. His evident happiness at
being with his Alma Mater, the cordial
sincerity with which he acknowledged
in the existing Faculty the heirship
of his own teachers or associates, and
the plain, unvarnished tale he
delivered of the heroic early days of
which he himself was so sturdy, so
graceful, so noble a product, captured
the minds and hearts of his hearers.
He visited his Alma Mater in the fall
of 1903 and walked down with us to the
graves of his ancestors on the
Clairvaux farm and the site of the
house-chapel there where the
persecuted Catholics of our part of
the Land of Sanctuary used to hear
Mass during the century in which they,
the founders of religious liberty,
were not allowed to build a church in
the colony they themselves had thrown
open to every Christian creed.
The Archbishop in his will directed
that he should be buried "in a plain
coffin, with neither silver trimmings
nor satin or silk trappings," and thus
in his natural simplicity of manners
he departed from the sight of men, a
model student, priest, bishop and
citizen, one of the glories of the
Mountain and of the Church in the
United States. This great priest was
the first president of the "Priests'
Total Abstinence League of America."
Another venerable Mountaineer
begins his letter thus:
And some are living still, but
ah! grey head, How full is thy
memento of the dead.
He is Father Merriwether, S. J.,
who also sent us, May 30, 1906, a most
valuable photograph of the first
students of the American College,
Rome, himself being one of these.
Left Baltimore June 30, 1857, at
4.30 for Frederick, where spent the
night. Next day started by stage for
Emmitsburg. Incessant rains. Cold,
54 degrees at hotel. Had fire made,
but chimney would not draw and was
almost stifled with smoke. Bad
weather kept me at Emmitsburg till
the second day, when I went to the
College, and at once felt at home
with Mr. C. B. Northrop and his
three sons, Harry (Bishop of
Charleston), Claudian and Andrew,
all at the College. In a few days
came "a brother pill," Dr. Francis
Silas C'hatard (afterwards Bishop of
Indianapolis), who came to make a
retreat in order to decide whether
he should study for the sacred
ministry or not. . . . (Bp. Northrop
went to the American College also,
but Chatard to the Propaganda.} We
rambled about the mountain woods and
took long walks. O what pleasant
days were those! At the end of
vacation the annual retreat for the
seminarians began. For me, the
exercises, conducted by a Jesuit
Father, opened up a new world. To my
heart and soul it was a time of
feasting and the eight days seemed
to go by "swifter than a running
post." Classes opened at the usual
time. By the 16th Sept. there were
one hundred sixty boys and
twenty-eight seminarians. Proposed
to pay my way in the Seminary, but
the authorities said they preferred
that seminarians should "work it
out." For my own studies I had
Latin, Greek and Mathematics, and
for my "work" was given the Second
Grammar in the Preparatory
Department. The class began with
thirty-four boys English Grammar,
History, Geography and Writing. Took
my turn as "Hebdoru" in serving the
Mountain Parish Church. Sweeping the
church once a week was no light
task, and going up to serve Mass on
hard cold mornings was no fun.
Individual seminarians took out boys
on walks. In the winter, the boys
had traps and snares in the woods,
the game captured being served up to
the owners of the traps. In summer,
fishing and bathing parties went
out, carrying lunch from the College
and having the privilege of buying
fruit and milk. 1 enjoyed the
trapping and fishing, and, on other
occasions, had many a pleasant tramp
with the boys, and was much edified
by their good conduct when out of
bounds, never had any trouble with a
band, it was in an outing-party that
I first became acquainted with
Michael A. Corrigan, the future
Archbishop of New York. I spent the
vacation of 1858 at the Seminary,
one of the happiest periods of my
life. We made one long excursion on
foot, eight of us seminarians in the
party. We walked to Cavetown the
first day, taking our lunch on top
of Black Rock near Pen Mar, and
staying that night at the village;
visited the cave (sixteen miles from
the College) next morning, and
walked on to Harper's Ferry,
reaching there that night. We spent
next day and the night following at
the Ferry; then went by rail to
Frederick, lunching with the Jesuits
and home by stage. I spent thus two
years at the Mountain. My diary is a
memorandum with mighty gaps, hut to
me who can fill those gaps and read
between the lines, it is brimful of
pleasing, sacred memories, but I
cannot tell them with pen and ink.
Only this I may say: that everything
about the College, its site on the
mountain side, its granite walls,
its springs of living water, its
whole personnel, its very
atmosphere, all worked to one end,
the building up and confirming and
strengthening the Holy Faith to
which in God's mercy I had been
converted less than two years before
my entrance; and that never was
there a cloud in my skies during my
stay at that dear home; for, from
that grand old priest and Christian
gentleman, President John McCaffrey
to Miss Betsy, the aged infirmarian,
I never met with anything but
kindness, and never had anything
before me but good example. O how I
bless our God and Saviour that my
training for the ecclesiastical life
began at the Seminary of old Mount
St. Mary's. . .
This delightful writer tells us
further how another of those
Mountaineers, who subsequently joined
St. Ignatius' Order, Father David B.
Walker, '55, still living in 1908, was
in charge of the band in that Harper's
Ferry excursion of 1858, and was four
years first prefect, an extraordinary
sign of confidence on Dr. McCaffrey's
part. He tells also how another
Collegemate, Martin Gessner, never
wasted a minute, sometimes even
bringing a book into the refectory,
and at recreation making rosaries
which he would sell to the boys and
drop the money into the poor-box.
Father Merriwether still (A. D. 1908)
uses one of those rosaries and has
done so from the day he became its
owner. Those who know the pastor of
St. Patrick's, Elizabeth, will
recognize him in the boy thus
described by our Georgia
correspondent.
Calling on Father Walker in 1906,
the chronicler was entertained with
many reminiscences of his days. He
told us of a brilliant student from
New Orleans who, like many others,
left the College to fight for the
Confederacy. The youth was killed at
Murfreesboro and his Irish mother made
her way thither from Memphis, saw
General Rosecrans, and obtaining a
pass searched for her boy's uncoffined
body and brought it home for Christian
burial. She was seen by one of the
Faculty laying a brick sidewalk in
front of her house in the Crescent
City with her own hands. "I'm trying
to save enough to educate my other
son," she explained. This one
graduated later, inherited sixty
thousand dollars, became a gambler and
lost it all.
Father Walker spoke of the
honorable sentiment among the boys of
his time, when the students were
mainly from the South, and we have
heard much that makes one admit this
noble trait in those below "the Line."
For instance, boys reported on one of
their companions who concealed immoral
books, after they had tried in vain to
induce him to destroy them, and one of
them gave three successive " lickings
" to a student who had kicked a
prayer-book round the terrace. On one
occasion a gentleman from New Orleans
requested on entering his boy that the
latter be exempted from the whip. It
was of course refused, but the boy
spoke so disrespectfully to his father
afterwards that the other students,
hearing of it, threatened to " kick
him round the terrace" (their favorite
mode of punishing unworthy members)
unless he at once changed his tone.
Dr. McCaffrey always stood up
strongly for authority. The story went
that he himself when first prefect had
torn up the President's (Dr.
Purcell's) permit given some boys to
have their hair cut because it had not
been granted through himself. Walker
being in the same office, deprived the
students of "talk" on Thursday morning
because they had irregularly induced
one of the priest-professors to grant
this leave on Wednesday, the latter's
birthday, and Dr. McCaffrey stood by
Walker. On another occasion one of the
priest-professors ordered a delinquent
student to kneel down. "Sir," the boy
replied, "I am ready to obey you in
other ways, but I determined on coming
here that I would not kneel down." He
was told to go see the President, Dr.
McCaffrey. He came back in tears after
a few minutes and knelt down without
more ado.
On Wednesday, Jan. 11th,
1858, the new hall, "McCaffrey Hall,"
as we call it, was opened and the
dinner, delayed till five, took place
in the present refectory. Gas had been
introduced throughout the buildings at
Christmas, and the change from the
narrow cellar of the White House made
the boys wild with joy. There were
speeches on the part of the Faculty
and students. Four days later, Jan.
15, there was some disturbance at the
College following an investigation
into the contents of the boys' boxes,
and several boys were expelled. Among
those who aided in restoring order was
Bush Althoff.
Uncle Bush Althoff, the "Village
Blacksmith" of the Mountain, was in
the service of the College, man and
boy, for nearly sixty years. Still as
talking was not his trade, he
doubtless carried much interesting
historical matter to his grave. Those
Mountaineers had to be interrogated
closely, as a rule, before they gave
up the treasures of their experience,
and the chronicler at times scarcely
knew how to question them. The old man
was thirteen years, more or less,
bedridden before he died, 1904 (his
father had been so eighteen years),
and suffered more than we dare set
down, even were it of general
interest. He told us that once,
needing some money, he called on the
treasurer, Father John McCloskey, and
boldly asked for two dollars of what
was due him. "Why, Bush, what do you
want money for?" "I want to buy some
whiskey." "Whiskey! Why, didn't you
get your whiskey today at the
harvesting? You don't want any more
whiskey." "Well, Father, I want to
have a good old soak of it." He got
the money on this pretext, though not
before calling again for it. These
days of ours are not " the good old
times," but we must make bold to say
we have improved a little on the
subject of whiskey, at any rate, and
that neither Uncle Bush nor his
descendants would dare to bring that
argument forward under later
administrations. The old man had a
far-away, tearful look when he spoke
of those that were gone, and was
earnest in his narrative. Telling us
once of a celebration on the 10th of
May, of the landing of the Maryland
Pilgrims, he said that some great man
was talking in the old church on the
hill, but that most of the people
assembled could not get in; whereupon
Dr. McCaffrey invited them down to the
borders of St. Anthony's Lake " and
talked and talked; why, Father, he
talked most all day!" We did not tax
the old man's memory to tell us what
the Doctor said. His services in the
"rebellion" of 1858 earned for Bush
from Dr. McCaffrey the title of "the
noblest Roman of them all."
We may remark in connection with
this and other "rebellions" recorded
in our history that boys had not in
those days baseball and football
contests, nor gymnasiums, wherein to
work off their exuberant vitality,
while at the same time the poverty of
their surroundings may have had
something to do with provoking
discontent and occasional disturbance.
Social conditions in the south
particularly also account for a good
deal of it, for the sons of planters
were not accustomed to such severe
discipline, and in fine, the spirit of
independence was even more rampant
than it is to-day amongst American
youths, for they were nearer the
Revolution.
Toms' Creek |
Abp. Kenrick invited Dr. McCaffrey
to be his theologian at the
approaching Provincial Council, and
the President received from Dr.
Ferdinand Chatard the following letter
dated Baltimore, Jan. 24, 1858:
Yours of the 10th inst. received
in due time. ... I was most happy to
learn by your letter of the 19th
inat. that my son had taken no part
in the recent outbreak. I trust that
he will always continue to conduct
himself so as to terminate his
academical career with honor to
himself and satisfaction to his
teachers. . . I can assure you, Sir,
that I deeply regret the recent
affair at Mount St. Mary's, for
whilst it is disgraceful to the
students, it reflects injuriously on
the authority of the College. No one
is a stronger advocate than I am, of
submission to authority and of the
necessity of sustaining the teacher
during occurring difficulties with
the students, but at the same time
justice is due to the student.
Frequent difficulties with the boys
placed under his charge indicate
some fault in management of the
teacher. St. Mary's College
(Baltimore) was ruined by undue
deference to the students; an
opposite course systematically
pursued, may endanger the prosperity
of Mount St. Mary’ s. A rebellion
took place whilst I was a student
there caused by the systematic
cruelty of the prefect in carrying
out the whipping system. The Rev,
Mr. Dubois could not see the faults
of the prefect, the rebellion opened
his eyes the ringleaders were
expelled, the prefect was removed
and all was quiet. It would be well
for all in authority to recollect
that the "Fortiter in re" does not
exclude the "Suaviter in modo."
If common reports are true, the
events preceding the recent outbreak
show a sad disregard of this good
old maxim. Pardon, Sir, the liberty
I take in making these remarks; they
are dictated by a sincere interest
in the welfare and good name of
Mount St. Mary" s. Hoping that many
days of prosperity are still in
reserve for yourself and the
institution over which your have so
long and so ably presided, I remain
very respectfully yours, F. S.
Chatabd.
On March 14th, while the
consecration of Rev. Patrick N. Lynch
was taking place in Charleston, that
of a son of Mount St. Mary's, Rev.
Francis P. McFarland, '45, took place
in the pro-cathedral of Providence, R.
I. Abp. Hughes describes the "
exceedingly grand "ceremony, " nine
bishops and sixty priests marching
through the public streets for the
first consecration of a Bishop in
Yankee Land. It produced a very deep
impression. ..."
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