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 52 |
Chapter Index
Chapter 53: 1864-1867
Bp. Carrell to Dr. McCaffrey:
"Covington, Ky., Feb. 24, '64.
"... The Archbp. of Cincinnati
thinks that Bp. Spalding will be the
Archbp. of Baltimore. A priest of
Ohio informed me that Chase
(Secretary of Treasury) or the
Government had caused a letter to be
sent to Rome protesting against the
transfer of Bp. Spalding to Balt.! I
expect it will soon be Church and
State in fact. . . ."Indeed Church
and State instinctively seek to
unite for they need each other. We
saw how Abp. Hughes staved off the
intervention of a Catholic power
during the Civil Struggle and how
before that the government sought
his aid in the Mexican War. He made
a fight in New York, as we saw, to
have Catholic Public Schools share
in the common fund, something that
was achieved at Poughkeepsie, N. Y.,
in 1873, by Rt. Rev. Patrick Francis
McSweeny, S. T. D., Ph. D., elder
brother of Dr. Edward McSweeny, by
Cardinal Persico at Savannah and by
some other priests elsewhere. But
the Archbishop did not succeed. When
he attempted to carry his claim into
the political arena, and formed what
was known as the Carroll Hall Party,
composed entirely of Catholics, such
leading laymen of the Church as
Charles P. Daly and James T. Brady
disapproved his attitude and
cautioned Democratic voters against
being led into sectarian politics.
On the 6th of May, 1864, Bishop
(Card.) McCloskey succeeded Abp.
Hughes in the see of New York. At the
Commencement of this year, 1864, the
lay students enrolled were one hundred
and twenty-six, clerical twenty-three.
There were three graduates. The honor
men were James F. Kearney, William G.
Scott, Joseph A. Parker, Henry L. Mudd,
John F. Lee and William O'Brien.
Thomas W. Kenny, '65, recited a poem,
The War of the Roses.
One recently ordained who had
taught with success at the College
writes Sept. 11, '65 to Mr.
Watterson (afterwards Bishop) his
successor: "Now that I am out of
college I have a very decided distaste
for study. This shows the importance
of using one's chance in college. The
bustle and busy life of a city is
ill-suited to serious study." And
again, Oct. 31: "The work I have to do
here in the cathedral seems like
holiday exercise compared with the
hard work of College life."
1864, January 18. Board and tuition
were to be two hundred fifty dollars a
year. Professor Hickey (Drawing and
Writing) received five hundred dollars
this year.
Sept. 2. M. Maurice, Professor of
French, was to get one hundred dollars
extra per annum, and the priests were
to receive five hundred dollars salary
this year.
It is interesting to note that the
State Marriage License at this period
and as far back as 1855 cost four
dollars, besides fifty cents clerk's
fee. This concerned the College clergy
very nearly, for they had charge of
the parish, and got proportionately
less for their services as the State
got more. The high rate was also the
cause of many illicit unions, and for
this reason was, long after, lowered
to fifty cents.
Our Lady of the
Terrace |
There is no record of Corporation
or Council meetings from Sept. 2, 1864
to July 6, 1866, when nothing worth
noting was done, and from this latter
date no record is had of any meeting
till April 24,1868. On this date Rev.
Edward Terry was requested to get
ready to teach Dogma, Church History
and Scripture the following year, and
the Treasurer was instructed to hand
in a statement of the accounts at the
next regular meeting. Father Terry had
been recommended for Deacon-ship, July
6, 1866. He was admitted to the
Council June 29, made Librarian and
Assistant to Father McMurdie in the
direction of the Seminary. Father
Xaupi had broken down at last and was
to be sent to Mount Hope Asylum.
July 6. A general talk took place
about curtailing expenses as much as
possible, for the shadow of the
catastrophe was advancing.
This song by one of the war
students was a great favorite with the
boys, especially when sung by a soft
tenor such as Dr. James F. Callaghan,
'83, who frequently entertained us
with his vocal gift on visiting the
College:
Genevieve .
The bud is in bloom, Genevieve,
and the Of the nightingale springs
from the spray, And the rose, and
the fern, and the red But these,
Genevieve, fade away: For life,
Genevieve, is a dream, A blossom
that blooms but to fall; Life is a
dream, Genevieve, is a dream And
dreams, Genevieve, are we all.
Chorus: For life, Genevieve, is a
dream, Genevieve, Life is a dream,
Genevieve, is a dream A blossom that
blooms but to fall, And dreams,
Genevieve, are we all.
That dark brilliant curl will
whiten, sweet girl, Those beautiful
eyes will grow dim, And all that is
fair will melt into air, Like the
gold on the cloud' s twinkling rim.
Hope and youth ride apace full of
life, foil ft grace, And the rose
and the lily are gay, Life and death
follow fast, they are here, they are
past, And the rose and the lily are
clay.
Yet for all, Genevieve, tho' this
world may deceive, And our hope in
its promises fail; One assurance
remains, one warrant sustain, The
poor heart when dangers prevail. For
hath He not said, the Lord of the
dead And living, "The earth shall
decay, The heavens decline, and the
stars cease to shine, But My word
shall not pass away."
Chorus for Last Verse. Yes,
Heaven alone, Genevieve, is our own,
If we win it by honest endeavor;
There rapturous rest awaiteth the
blest, And roses that sparkle
forever.
Dr. Thomas W. Kenney, '65.
The Prefects for 1864-5 were James
Smith, Patrick K. Hopkins, Edward
Kirwan, Thomas Mullen.
Rev. Edward Collins, '31, V. G. of
Cincinnati, died in September, 1865.
He was a splendid specimen of the
Mountain missionary and "a model of
abstinence" as Leo XIII puts it in his
letter of March 27, 1887, being in
fact a total abstainer. Rev. David
Whelan, '35, a former professor, died
this month also.
Thomas C.
Jenkins |
Bishop Quinlan, '50, writes
September 30th that he had not
received one line from his Mountain
students during the war, but " now,
much as I need them, I would not
induce any of my seminarians to leave
while the College is truly in want of
their services. . . . We have heard of
your kindness to young Norton, etc.,
etc. . . ." (Killed at battle of
Gettysburg, and buried on the Hill.)
Bishop Elder, November 20, 1865, in
his usual pleasant way, says to Dr.
McCaffrey: "I suppose since the war is
over you faithful citizens are above
corresponding with defeated Secesh!
But I can give you evidence of
loyalty, too. I have been for two
years a paying subscriber to Abp.
Purcell's Telegraph. Could a poor man
be asked for a severer proof? . . .
What sort of an offer would tempt Leo
(Miss Leo Eline) to come out here and
keep house for us? . . ." [She did not
go.]
The following letter from one of
our Southern students will give some
idea how our "main reliance" was off
after the war:
Charleston, S. C., Dec. 4, 1865.
Rev. and dear Friend: After many
delays I have at length reached the
field of my future labors. You see,
too, I have not forgotten my promise
to write to you. I remained in
Baltimore until 20 ult. when I set
out for the South in company with Rt-
Rev. Bishop Lynch and Harry
[Northrop]. We took the steamer to
Fort Monroe and thence up the James
to Richmond. The trip up the James
was exceedingly interesting. We
remained in Richmond till 3 ˝ p. m.
of 23rd, at which time we took the
cars for Petersburg, where we spent
the night. At 8 o'c. next morning we
were again under way, and now we
began to experience the difficulties
that annoy at present those
traveling in the land of Dixie. And
first, the cars roll along very
slowly as if feeling their way over
the rails. The average speed is not
more than seven and a half miles per
hour. Next, the bridges have been
destroyed, which makes it necessary
to cross the rivers in large, open
boats, an exceedingly refreshing
operation during a brisk shower. The
baggage has to be taken into these
boats piece by piece, which causes
much delay. Most of the steam
engines have "seen service" for the
past four years and are consequently
pretty weak in the lungs and in
every way qualified for the retired
list. In fact the engine that
brought us from Weldon to Goldsboro
was most eminently calculated to try
one's patience, but in consideration
of its great services we were
silent. When five miles from Weldon
we didn't "bile the buster," as Mr.
Ward would say, but certainly this
catastrophe would have been duly
recorded among the events of the
expansive age, had we not been short
of the only thing that could blow us
up or pull us along steam. However,
by a little coaling and a generous
supply of pine knots, we made steam
a pound or two faster than it could
escape through our broken flue, and
in this way our existence was
dragged about three miles through
the level pine country of N.
Carolina, and then another
''collapse." The same restoratives
were resorted to, when reaction took
place with the same results. In this
way time passed and so did w«. We
made Goldsboro at midnight. Here it
was agreed that our engine weald not
pass muster, and so we got another
that broke down the day before and
required a bolt before we could use
it. Goldsboro is the supper house;
so we took supper, or rather we paid
a dollar for the right to enter the
dining room. But I tell you
"confidentially,'' as a certain
college mate of mine once said of tm
Eastern dinner, it was very much
like Pat's dinner. Pat said to his
friend James, what do ye have fur
dinner?" "Why, Pat, I takes beef and
potty." Says Pat, " I' faith and
that same's my own ban-in' the
beef." However, w« reached
"Wilmington next day at 11 o'c.,
five hours too late for the
connection with the train for
Florence. The first eleven miles of
our trip from Wilmington I enjoyed
very much. Of course all bridges in
the neighborhood were destroyed, and
in order to reach the Brunswick
ferry, which is only one and a half
miles from Wilmington, we had to
travel eleven miles by steamboat. We
steamed oat in the Cape Fear river
at 6 ˝ o'c. a. m. on the morning of
the 28th (we had remained two days
and a half in W.), and a beautiful
morning it was. Then in a few
minutes we were steaming up the
Thoroughfare, a branch of the Cape
Fear, and after an hour and a half
entered the Brunswick river. You see
there is no lack of rivers in Dixie
; nor can any part of the world
boast of more majestic bodies of
running water. In these rivers,
whose waters are dark and deep, the
dark hue is owing to the pine
forests. The current is not confined
now to this side and now to that,
but flows along in one grand sweep
from bank to bank, which to my mind
constitutes the grandeur of a river.
These waters, too, swarm with the
finest fish, and never did I feel
more like fishing than on that
morning. Some of the passengers
amused themselves by firing pistol
shots at the owls and hawks that
were quietly perched in the old
moss-covered trees standing on
either shore. However, no blood was
shed. In fact, I saw an old
gentleman of the owl tribe that
seemed so indignant at the idea of
being thus disturbed in his early
nap that he took no notice of the
report or of the leaden missile
intended to disfigure his venerable
countenance. At last we reached the
ferry, where we took the cars and
proceeded at the same old rate of
seven and a half miles per hour ;
and after many adventures, too
numerous to mention, as they say
when selling household and kitchen
furniture, we found ourselves once
more in Charleston.
Alas'. Troy was. 'Sed nil
desperandum, for with God's help
Charleston will again take her place
amongst the cities of the earth. The
Cathedral is one of the grandest
ruins I ever looked upon. I was
inside its dismantled walls day
before yesterday. Some cattle were
grazing around, and within the walls
I found a solitary sheep busily
seeking a blade of grass amongst the
rubbish. Certainly the scene would
aid much in making a meditation on
the vanity and nothingness of
earthly greatness. It would serve as
a good "composition of place" as St.
Ignatius calls it. On Friday last I
visited Fort Moultrie and the
world-renowned Sumter. The first
mentioned fort is in fine condition,
in fact almost just as it was left
by the Confederates. Many of the
heaviest guns are still in position,
but the island on which the fort
stands does not much resemble a
fashionable resort, such as it was
when I saw it some years since. The
little church Catholic stands almost
unhurt. Sumter's battered but proud
and defiant walls plainly show that
against the noble work all the rage
and might of the enemy were
directed, but her sun-down gun was
never silenced. Her garrison now
consists of a single company of
darkies.
And now for the ecclesiastical
news: The bishop's little army of
Priests has rallied around him, and
will do its best to give the
faithful of the diocese the benefit
of the jubilee during the remainder
of the present month. Humanly
speaking, our prospects are not
flattering but we know that God's
grace can do all things. We are in
debt and the people are poor. The
Yankees have the advantage of us in
this respect but we have God and
right on our side. The Yankees have
opened negro schools and are
building a large church or
meetinghouse for their proteges.
Never, my dear friend, was there in
this country such a mission before
Priests and Bishops a scattered
flock to seek and shelter so many
sorrow-stricken hearts to comfort,
to bind up, to heal; the truths of
our holy Religion to make known to
thousands whose highest idea of
happiness is to be idle and to
indulge the corrupt passions of
fallen nature. This is a part of the
work before us Then we have no
schools but that these should be
speedily organized is of vital
importance. But where are our
teachers ? Where the funds for this
purpose? Yet, if God intends that
His people shall not fall away from
the Faith in this diocese, and that
His Church shall prosper in our
midst these things will not be
wanting. I have troubled you with a
long letter, but I hope you will
pardon me. Remember me kindly to the
President Father John Dunn-Pollard,
Brown and Xorthrop. . . .
Yours ... W. A. Meriwether, Ex
'60.
[Father Meriwether afterwards
joined the Jesuits. In May, 1906, the
Chronicler wrote him at Macon,
Georgia, where he was living, and
received a valuable photographic group
of the first twelve students and their
prefect of the American College, Rome,
he himself being one of the number.]
George H. Miles returned to the
College this year, 1865, and as the
war was now over Dr. McCaffrey took
the oath of allegiance, and invited
his neighbors to follow his example.
We have also a last glimpse of our
third president standing before the
bar of the State this year
having been indicted by the grand jury
at Cape Girardeau, Mo., for not taking
the oath of allegiance to the Federal
Government. "The fine old man whose
ancestors fought in the Revolution was
arrested with four other priests on a
December Saturday night at nine
o'clock." (Catholic Mirror, Jan. 13,
1866.)
At the College we find the
Gregorian Society for seminarians
holding its Sunday evening meetings.
At the induction of a member the
President read the following: "Sir, in
consequence of your having been
selected a member of the Gregorian
Society you are entitled to all the
privileges enjoyed by its members. You
will now state whether you will fulfil
the duties that may devolve upon you
to the best of your ability; whether
you will defend and promote the
interests of the Society; keep secret
its laws and proceedings and be guided
by all other regulations contained in
its Constitution. Answer, I will."The
Society lasted till the collapse of
1881. An attempt was made in 1897 to
revive it, but it did not succeed.
A student of the period, '58-'65,
gives this account of the studies then
pursued, as well as of the games:
"In my time not as much importance
was attached to the study of French as
I now think its usefulness called for.
To know the language of the Gaul is to
have an open-sesame to a splendid
native literature and to every book of
importance published anywhere or in
any language. And, what may seem
paradoxical, the French translation is
sometimes better than the original,
because whatever is not clear is not
French. But let no one be discouraged
at his failure to reproduce the nasal
twang of the Parisian. This Parisian
finish those only can exhibit who have
flexible lips, mobile tongues and an
abiding nasal catarrh.
"German was also well taught in my
time; but, like French, not many,
comparatively speaking, availed
themselves of so excellent an
opportunity. The Greek and Latin
languages, with their literatures,
English, moral philosophy, the natural
sciences, music and the mathematics
were paramount. Chess, handball,
prisoner's base, football, tennis and
pedestrianism were also in evidence.
"Baseball was then either unknown
or had not as yet climbed to the
height and dignity of a science.
Football was of the honest, ancient
variety, which afforded the swift of
foot an opportunity to display their
gifts and talents. On Barbecue day
many a hero retired from the field
covered with dust and glory, but with
sore shins and a feeling that he had
had enough to last him a full twelve
months."
"The Exhibition Day was very near
at hand, and E. V. Boursaud, now
prominent among the Jesuits, wrote a
song which Professor Dielman put to
music; and it only expressed the
feeling which existed in the minds of
the boys. [This is the song. "Brothers
Yet," by Edward Boursaud, of which we
have already spoken.]
"And that feeling of brotherhood
pervaded all from the North and South,
not only in the beginning, but to the
very end of the war. No boy ever
insulted another because of his
politics, no boy ever said an unkind
word to another because of his
political creed, or, for that matter,
because of his religious creed.
"O, gentlemen, it is well for you
to remember those days which have
gone.
"The teaching had to be a little
different then from what it is now. We
were disturbed, it is true, by the
clash of arms all around us, but our
work was done just the same. Besides
the clergy we had Professor Miles and
others to keep us to our duties.
Professor Miles would not spend the
whole hour with his eves on the book,
but would talk for a great part of the
time and devote a reasonable time to
the work in hand. One day we found him
leaning back in his chair smiling, and
he aid: 'You boys are late; but what
do you think of this which I wrote
while you were coming in?' He then
read for us: 'I am weary of the
garden, said the rose.' This looks
very much like inspiration.
"The class of '65 had the hardest
time of any class I ever saw. We had
to go into Greek class at 5 o'clock in
the afternoon, and read Greek at
sight. If we did not, woe betide us.
The professor would tell us to open
our book at page 55; then maybe he
would tell us to take page 42, and
say, 'go on and read at sight.' But I
presume this work had its reward. We
were sowing the wind. And that is why
this class of '65 were hard workers.
On the day of their graduation they
published a play of Sophocles',
Oedipus Tyrannus, which a competent
judge said would do honor to the age."
August 12, '65, Father Hennessy, of
Jersey City, suggests that Dr.
McCaffrey translate the New Testament
from the original, thus showing the
most exalted idea of the Doctor's
scholarship.
October 12, '65, Abp. Spalding, of
Baltimore, gave his imprimatur to
McCaffrey's Catechism and its
Abridgment.
November 22, '65, a professor
writes criticizing Dr. McCaffrey's
Catechism. The latter received many
letters of praise and much sound
criticism, showing that the writing of
such a book is amongst the most
difficult things in the world. 1866,
July 16th, Abp. McCloskey recommended
the Catechism and its Abridgment for
adoption in the schools of New York.
August 28, '66 Bp. McFarland writes
that most of his clergy voted to adopt
the Catechism and that he himself
would vote for it at the II Plenary
Council, but would prefer an inferior
one that was used everywhere in the
country to this one if not universally
adopted.
On the 31st of August 1866 Dr.
McCaffrey received a letter from a
very prominent member of the hierarchy
relative to ..adopting, under certain
contingencies, the Mountain as his
diocesan Seminary.
Bishop Young '40 writing from Erie
June 20, 1866, is sorry to hear that
Dr. McCaffrey's " health is failing."
lie himself died within two months,
but the Doctor lived fifteen years
thereafter.
On Commencement Day 1866 Prof.
Jourdan received the degree of M. A.,
as did Charles (afterwards Monsignor)
McCready of New York and others. There
were four graduates. The honor men
were Joseph H. White of Md.; Henry D.
Minor, La.; Thomas L. Coulehan, Md.;
Henry D. Russel, AV. Va.; Charles
O'Brien, N.Y.; Charles K. Stephens,
Va.; James O'Neale, D. C. was
Valedictorian. Lectures with chemical
experiments were given the evening
previous.
Prefects for the year elapsed:
Edward Kirwan, Patrick O'Connell,
Thomas Mullen, Terence McCaffrey.
William J. Calvit, an old student,
writes from Louisiana July 9, '66:
I lost everything, house with
picture of College burnt by Yankees.
Am still proud to be called a
"Rebel" . . . Please send me another
picture of the place where I spent
the happiest days of my life ... I
hope you will continue to receive
your due proportion of Southern
patronage . . .
Rev. Thomas Heyden '17 writes
November 30, to Dr. McCaffrey from
Bedford Pa.:
I received your beautiful letter,
worthy of any or of all the
presidents who have gone before you.
Soon after my ordination and
appointment to St. Mary's
Philadelphia in 1821, I visited lit.
St. Mary's. I brought a cane, a
sword-cane with me. presented to me
by Father Holland of Lancaster, Pa.,
the predecessor of Father Keenan. I
said Mass at the old Mountain
church. After my thanksgiving Rev.
Father Brute’, circling me in his
arms, brought me to the graveyard
back of the church, and having
pointed out to me the last resting
place of Delaney, Roment and Chauzel,
etc., he said to me in a soft tone,
"My dear friend, I have broken your
cane." I under some good providence
replied "All well, Father Brute'!".
I hope I profited by the manner as
well as by the matter of his advice.
This year died at St. Charles
Church, Sydney Place, Brooklyn, N. Y.,
Rev. Charles Constantine Pise, D. D.,
"the father and founder of Am. Cath.
Literature, himself a graceful poet,
eloquent orator, controversialist,
historian and journalist," (Finotti)
born at Annapolis, November 22, 1801.
When Charles Carroll died, November 1,
1832, Dr. Pise then Chaplain of the U.
S. Senate delivered the oration at
Trinity Church, Georgetown. He was
educated at Georgetown, became a
Jesuit, went to study at Rome, sailing
from Alexandria, D. C., May, 1820, for
Gibraltar. He studied and taught at
the Mountain, having Card. McCloskey
and others as pupils, and was ordained
there in 1825. Having gone to Ireland
for health he was for a while an
assistant priest with Father Matthew
in Cork. This was before the
Temperance Crusade but accounts
probably for his address on Temperance
already mentioned.
Father John McCloskey's brother
Lawrence:47 writing of business winds
up his letter with some good advice,
anent the rigorous and unbending
discipline practiced at the College,
which he claims was working against it
on all sides.
New York, Feb. 1, 1867.
Dear John: . . . Now if you only
had a railroad in addition to the
telegraph you would be set up in
good earnest. You are waking up by
degrees. When you get the railroad
you must next run up your tariff of
prices and induce a dancing master
to settle in the neighborhood.
Really, John, in plain earnest I do
not think there is such a dead and
alive place this side of the
Mountains. A good dancing master in
the neighborhood would help you a
heap.
P. S. 1 have made the
acquaintance of Charley Lee ('36)
who is in practice here. A splendid
fellow I was at tea with him and his
wife and Bill Seton (ex '53) the
other evening and, being old
Mountaineers, our talk turned on
College. And it was our opinion, as
it is the opinion of every sensible
man I meet, that your system or
regulation in the matter of
discipline is all wrong. I have
nothing to say of myself, except
that it took me ten years to wear
oat of the effects of that
discipline on my highly sensitive
nature ; but these fellows are as
fine men as I know and they take
pleasure in expressing their
feelings when they can do it in the
family. You will live to see that I
am right. . . .
One of those admirable women who
had served from her youth in this
house of education, helping by example
and prayer as well as by work, Mary
Magdalen Handley, died on the 11th
of February, 1867, at the College, her
home for nearly forty years. Her
funeral was attended on the following
Wednesday by all the clergy, the
seminarians, the Collegiate and the
Grammar School students of Mount St.
Mary's besides a large concourse from
the neighborhood, including Sisters of
Charity from St. Joseph's. The Eequiem
Mass was celebrated by Rev. John
McCloskey, Vice-President, and the
funeral oration pronounced by the Very
Rev. John McCafFrey, D. D., President
of the College. "Her life," says the
notice of her death, " was
preeminently humble, modest, ' hidden
with Christ in God,' 'her death
precious in the sight of the Lord.'"
Mar. 26, 1867, Father Dubreuil
Superior of St. Mary's Seminary writes
to Dr. McCaffrey proposing to
memorialize the legislature in favor
of an amendment to the State
Constitution, exempting incorporated
literary institutions from all manner
of taxation, to which effect a statute
had been recently passed.
Father McMurdie submitted a report
without date concerning his classes of
Moral Philosophy and Logic, in which
he prefers for the former the present
system of teaching by lecture to the
use of any one textbook; and as for
the latter, though he would like to
change Whately, still he does not know
whom to substitute. "The Latin authors
as a rule are too narrow in their
scope. "Balmez is too brief. Schuyler
admirably arranged, but has defects
essential as well as accidental, and I
have rarely succeeded in making
students learn anything differing from
the text-book which they have in their
hands. . . ."
Rev. Henry S.
McMurdie |
Bishop Whelan, though in the very
capital of the ruined Confederacy,
still clung to his College, the "Young
Mountain," and writes, May 24 of this
year: "I must obtain the services of a
priest qualified to teach Philosophy
and Theology the coming year, and find
it very difficult to secure efficient
aid. So for the department of Belles
Lettres, Rhetoric, Penmanship,
Physics, etc. Help me. ..."
At the Commencement of 1867 Geo. H.
Miles' name is no longer found in the
Faculty, but Fathers James Dunn and
Patrick Hopkins entered it. Six were
graduated, and the honors were awarded
to Joseph A. White, Md.; Edward H.
White, Md.; Thomas L. Coulehan, Md.;
Joseph Gilmore, La.; Henry Semple,
Ala.; Edwin Keevil, Mo.; James
McCafferty, Ala.; all from below the
"Line."
The medals in the Senior Department
were gold; those in the Junior,
silver. On the 14th of July, 1867, in
Washington, died Florent M. Meline,
pupil and teacher of Mount St. Mary's,
one of the old band of the twenties,
and on the 31st of October, at
Clairvaux, near the College, Dr. James
A. Shorb, one of the Pigeon Hill
recruits of 1809.
The following exquisite poem was
written by Mr. George H. Miles upon
the death of Dr. Shorb who, with but
few years of intermission, when he
went to California, had been the
physician to the College and St.
Joseph's for forty years:
All Souls Day 1867.
Dying? Along the trembling
mountain flies The fearful whisper
fast from cot to cot; Strong fathers
stand aghast and mothers' eyes Melt
as their white lips stammer, "Not.
Oh! act Him of all others? Nay, Not
him who from our hearth so oft drove
death away? ''
Well may those pale groups gather
at each door, Well may those tears
that dread the worst be died. The
hand that healed their ills will
bless no more, The life that served
to lengthen theirs has fled ; And
while they pray and weep, Unto his
rest he passeth like a child asleep.
Ah! This is sudden! Why, this
very morn He road amongst us: sick
men woke to hear The step of his
black pacer: the new born Smiled at
him from their cradles; many a tear
On faces wan and dim, He dried
today: tonight those cheeks are wet
for him.
For there he lies, together
gentle laid The hands we were so
proud of, his white hair Making the
silver halo that it made In life
around his brow; as if in prayer The
gentle face composed, With nameless
peace o'ershadowing the eyelids
closed.
And as beside him through the
night we hold Our solitary watch, I
had not started To hear my name
break from him, as of old, Or see
the tranquil lips a moment parted,
To speak the word unsaid, The last
supreme adieu that instant death
forbade.
I dread the day-dawn, for his
silent rest Befits the night: I half
believe him mine. While in the
tapers' shadowy light, his breast
Seems heaving, and, amid the pale
moonshine That wanders o' er the
lawn Crouch the still hounds
unknowing that their master's gone.
But when the morning at his
window stands In glory beckoning,
and he answers not; Not for the
wringing of the widowed hands, Or
orphans wrestling with their bitter
lot, I feel, old friend, too well,
That naught can wake thee but final
miracle.
Was it but yesterday, that at my
gate, Beneath the overarching oaks
we met; Throned in his saddle,
statue-like he sate, A horseman
every inch; I see him yet, His
morning mission done, His deep-mouth
pack behind him trailing, one by
one.
Mute are the Mountains now I No
more that cry Of the full chase by
all the breezes borne Down the
defiles, while echo's swift reply
Speeds the loud chorus! Nevermore
the horn Of our lost chief will
shake Those empest-riven crags or
pierce the startled brake!
These summits were his refuge
when the touch Of gloom was on him,
and the gathered care Of a long life
that braved and suffered much, Drove
him from beaten walks to breathe the
air That haunts grey Carrick's
crest, And spur from dawn to dust
till effort purchased rest.
But yet, in all these thirty
years, how few The days we saw not
the familiar form Amid the valleys
passing, till it grew Part of the
landscape: through the sun or storm
With equal front he rode, Punctual
as planets moving in the paths of
God,
I've seen him when the frozen
tempest beat, Breast it as gaily as
the birds that played Upon the
drifts; and through the deadly heat
That drove the fainting reapers to
the shade, Smiling he passed along,
Erect the good grey head, and on his
lips a song.
I've known him, too, by anguish
chained abed, Forsake his midnight
pillow with a moan And meekly ride
wherever it led, To heal a sorrow
slighter than his own; Or rich or
poor the same It matters not; let
any sorrow call, he came.
Thy life was sacrifice, my own
old friend, Yet sacrifice that
earned a sacred joy, For in thy
breast kept beating to the end. The
trust and honest gladness of a boy;
The seventy years that span Thy
course leave thee as pure as when
their date begun.
Who could have dreamed the sharp,
sad overthrow Of such a life, so
tender, strong and brave? My pulse
seems answering thy finger now 'Twas
one step from the stirrup to the
grave! Oh ! lift your load with
care, And gently to its rest the
precious burden bear.
All Souls' Day I as they place
him in the aisle, The bells his
youth obeyed for Mass are ringing;
And as beneath the churchyard gate
we file, To latest rites his honored
relics bringing, You'd think the
dead had all Arranged their little
homes for some high festival.
As if for him the flowering
chaplets, strewn Throughout God's
acre breathe a second spring; To him
the ivy on the sculptured stone A
welcome from the tomb seems
whispering; The buried wear their
best, As, in their midst, their old
companion takes his rest.
Yes, he is yours, not ours; set
down the bier; To you we leave him
with a ready trust; Beneath this sod
there's scarce a spirit here That
was not once his friend; Oh! guard
his dust! And if your ashes may
Thrill to old love, your graves are
gladder than our hearts today.
Mention of Magdalen Handley's
death, a few pages back, gives an
opportunity to introduce one or two
others of her sex who were in the
College employ. Miss Leo or Leah Eline,
mentioned in Abp. Elder's letter of
Nov. 20, '65, was from her childhood
to her old age attached to the
College. She used to occupy an
underground room in the old "White
House, the earliest log building of
the College, the frame of which was
raised October 6, 1808, and which was
removed forever in Holy Week, 1901.
This den was known as "The Hole," and
from its little window she used once a
week to dispense ginger-cakes, known
as "gunjers," and barber-pole stick
candy. Miss Leah gave great
edification during the last twenty
years after her retirement from active
life, coming like the prudent virgin
that she was, lighted lamp in hand, to
early Mass. She was laudatrix
temporis acti, and used to express
her preference for the old priests who
"instead of waiting till half past six
would say Mass at half past four
sometimes;" and she used to have Mass
said for them and put flowers on their
graves regularly on All Souls' Day.
She died happily in 1903.
Another woman, Kate Coll, a
contemporary of the preceding, spent
sixty of her eighty years as a
domestic at the Mountain, and was
known to many a generation of
students, taking a generation to be
four years, for the personnel of the
students is almost completely renewed
in that period. She was an excellent
specimen of the Irish servant, as Miss
Leo was of the "Pennsylvania Dutch"
stock. They tell us how on one
occasion Kate was showing some
visitors through the house, among them
a Sister of Charity. Entering a
dormitory they at once discovered that
the boys' beds had ropes instead of
springs. "Poor boys!" said the Sister,
"they have to sleep on ropes." " 'Tis
good enough for them," was Kate's
retort. "Oh, it's easy to be seen you
have no children," was the counter
sally; to which Kate at once returned:
"They're all my children. I'm here
forty years, I'd have you know!"
Magdalen Handley and Betsy Peterman
came down from the days of Dubois and
Brute’, and bore a great part in the
maintenance, well-being and reputation
of the College. There were and are
others of course, but we name only
those whom we have known or heard of
and who have gone home, leaving the
future historian to tell the worth of
later members of the domestic
department, laymen and women as well
as Sisters of Charity of Emmitsburg
and of Nazareth, Sisters of St Francis
from Philadelphia, etc., all of whom
did valiant work and some in days when
their services were sorely needed
indeed. May God reward their faithful
labors for the building-up of religion
and education!
In '67 there was an outbreak at the
College which doubtless gave occasion
to Lawrence McCloskey's letter a few
pages back. All the evidence goes to
show the Spartan nature of discipline
and Dr. McCaffrey's own words in a
letter to one of the fathers of the
boys confirms it:
"... We had determined from the
outset (italics the chronicler's) that
the leaders in the emeute had banished
themselves as students from the
College to return no more; that those
who were led might be readmitted
subject to punishment at our
discretion. This being our unalterable
decision, it would be waste of words
to enter into any discussion about it
. . ." Among the parents there were
Spartans too, for we read that many of
the culprits "walked home and back
again."
This year saw the second number of
The Myttic, a magazine in manuscript.
William Miles was buried from the
Church on the Hill November 1, and the
flag covered his coffin because he had
been in the consular service. His son,
the poet, called a picturesque spot in
the mountains to the southwest
Achilles' Bow. This year Prof. Jourdan,
who had entered the faculty in 1865,
determined the height of the front
terrace above sea-level, and was
deputed to report on a system of
heating, but it was many a long year
before such a scheme was carried into
effect.
April 8, 1867. A Baltimore father
writes a philippic to Dr. McCaffrey
accusing him of despotism because he
had expelled his son for some
insubordination, and had once
written threatening to expel him for
chewing tobacco, although he himself
(McCaffrey) "choked, snuffed and
chewed." It is a fine piece of
rhetoric.
April 19, 1867. A Southern
father, whose son had incurred the
censure of the faculty, writes: "the
almost annual occurrence of these
disturbances at Mt. St. Mary" s
College indicate some radical defect
in the government of the
institution, and cannot fail to
interfere with its future prosperity
. . . ."
August 16, 1867. Her. Join
Lancaster Spalding, ex-1858,
afterwards Bishop of Peoria,
recommended the Mountain to John
Coleman, of Louisville, for his two
boys; so Mrs. Coleman writes Dr.
McCaffrey.
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