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 60 |
Chapter Index
Chapter 61: 1895-1878
The following paragraphs from an
elegantly written letter of a former
student describe things of the time
under view, and perhaps, as the writer
says, "may turn out a song, perhaps a
sermon":
Most Reverend
Robert Seton, D.D. Titular
Archbishop of Heliopolis |
"Away back in the early '70's I
became a student at Mt. St. Mary's,
yet I still regard my journey from
Mechanicstown (now Thurmont) to the
College as something memorable. A
stage of the colonial style drawn by a
pair of steeds without a pedigree, a
driver who had looked on the wine when
it was yellow, a dark night, a road
the counterpart of 'Feather-bed Lane,"
a crowd of boisterous students
shouting, singing and rousing the
slumbering echoes of the lowering Blue
Ridge, is a composite picture that a
new-comer was not like to forget. The
voyage 'inter tot discrimina rerum'
is ended at last, the College reached,
and all are welcomed by the genial
President, Father John McCloskey.
"I can still recall my first
impressions of that truly good man. He
was the very personification of
dignified manhood; yet his
good-natured smile and courtly manners
lent a charm that attracted, while his
paternal kindness and consideration
endeared him to everyone, thus winning
the affection while compelling the
respect of his students. And time has
deepened these impressions, for the
Father John of my boyhood is still the
same to me:
"A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his
seal To give the world assurance of a
man!
"Who of us can forget him? That
bland smile, that penetrating look,
that indefinite, 'I'll see you again,'
that meek, unaffected grace, are all
clearly, indelibly silhouetted on our
memory, recalling one of nature's
noblemen, and one destined to hold a
lasting place in the affections of all
old Mountaineers.
"The Rev. Dr. McCaffrey, who had
presided over the College for over a
third of a century, was then
President-emeritus; but owing to
failing health took little active part
in the affaire of the institution. He
was the very antipodes of his
successor. ' A man severe he was, and
stern to view.'A veritable disciple of
the old school, believing in the
omnipotence of strict discipline. He
was a man, too, of vast learning and a
leader among men. Of my long stay at
the College I have naught but pleasant
memories, and the poet voices my
heartfelt wish:
"O! mihi praeteritos referat si
Jupiter annos!
"Holidays were exceedingly few and
very far between, and the arrival of a
recreation day was regarded as a most
joyful event.
"Life at Mt. St. Mary's in those
days had very few attractions, save
for the studious. The social side of
education seems to have been entirely
neglected; and while there ever
existed among the students a tender
good-fellowship, yet they knew little
of one another. There were few means
of amusement, and these very
restricted, while the notion obtained
that' all work and no play' should be
the collegians' constant watchword.
"'Twere a delightful task to
investigate here the causes that gave
rise to universities and colleges.
Each from his own viewing point would,
no doubt, declare what he deemed the
proper functions of these
institutions, yet I think that all
must concede that our American
Catholic colleges of former days paid
too little attention to the needs of
student life. Be this as it may, we
rejoice at the change and hail the new
reign as one of progress in the right
direction. Hence we of the old regime
regard with envious pleasure the many
advantages that our successors enjoy.
"For the men of the future reign.
Must have faithful souls and kindly
hearts. And bone and sinew and brain.
"In the Faculty were men eminent in
their several departments, men whose
reputation was national as educators
and scholars, and men who were likely
to influence those whose privilege it
was to attend their lectures. I need
only mention such men as the present
Bishop of Columbus (Watterson), the
late Fathers McMurdie and O'Brien,
Professors Lagarde, Black, Jourdan and
Leloup, to convince the most sceptical
that there were giants in those days.
The students, too, studied very hard,
but there was a great deal of energy
wasted, and sometimes misdirected. Yet
notwithstanding these drawbacks, our
graduates were equal to the very best
in the country, surpassed by none. And
looking backward through the space of
twenty years, and viewing men and
events in the mellowing light of
experience, I must say that the
professors who now command my
affection, the men to whom I owe
something, are not they of stern mien,
not they who enter the class-room
clothed in ire, awe-inspiring,
fear-compelling, but on the contrary
they who regarded education not as a
mere cramming operation, but rather a
process of developing innate powers,
hence considering not how much mental
pabulum you had devoured, but rather
the amount assimilated.
"It may be considered rash
impertinence thus to criticize one's
superiors, but what I have written are
merely my honest convictions and 'I
have naught extenuated, naught set
down in malice.' My second year at
College is known to history as the
'Cardinal's year'; for a distinguished
Mountaineer, Most Eminent John
McCloskey, recently advanced to the
Cardinalate, presided at our annual
commencement. When it was known that
His Eminence intended to visit the
Mountain, invitations were issued to
all the alumni. Responses came in
thick and fast promising attendance
and auguring an event destined to be
red-lettered in the annals of the
College. Many of the letters from the
older alumni were read in the
refectory and proved a source of
endless enjoyment to the youngsters.
How these old gentlemen did draw upon
their imagination for facts ! how they
exaggerated the prowess and hardships
of the students of their days, and how
all professed undying love for Alma
Mater, and gloried in the honor
bestowed upon her famous son ! Great
preparations and endless arrangements
were made for the proper observance of
this great celebration. "At length the
long-looked-for day arrived and with
it such a gathering of the clans as
exceeded even our most extravagant
anticipations. From all quarters they
come, men of every age and condition
flock hither to celebrate the great
event, renew old friendships, forget
the busy world, and
"Wear the gay tinge of youth's
roses again.
A dozen bishops, a large number of
priests and distinguished laymen rally
at the call, and join in honoring
America's first Cardinal. The
proverbial hospitality of the College
was taxed to its limit and every
possible sleeping place was preempted
by strangers. The students were
quartered in the play-rooms and music
hall. Yet all seemed to enjoy the
little discomfort and were prepared to
undergo, without murmur, any
inconvenience. The night before
exhibition I camped in St. Cecilia's
hall, and shared with a
fellow-student, who is now a
distinguished college officer, the
soft side of a piano lid. But we slept
soundly, looking forward to the great
tomorrow. This vast concourse of
visitors attracted much attention, but
the students were chiefly interested
in the Cardinal, and busied themselves
in speculation as to what manner of
man he was. The reality was all we had
anticipated, for his Eminence was the
ideal prince. His address to the
graduates was graceful and simple, yet
eloquent withal; and when in his
beautiful peroration he declared that
what he was or might be, to Mt. St.
Mary's belonged all the credit, there
ensued a scene of enthusiasm that
defies description. The feelings of
the students found vent in cheers long
and loud, old men were boys again and
joined in the general rejoicing, while
tradition has it that the old ceiling
of the study hall, beside itself for
joy, yielded to the magic influence of
the moment. . . ."
1876. Early this year the
President, still acting-treasurer, to
pay "some small floating debts," asked
authority to borrow seven or eight
thousand more "in addition to the sum
of ten thousand dollars for which he
was authorized to execute a mortgage
to Miss Anna P. Marshall," and others,
both sums to be included in one
mortgage for eight years. He was
authorized to act according to his
best judgment in raising this loan.
Dr. McCaffrey was gradually
failing. Sister Raphael writes from
St. Joseph's April 1, 1876, sending a
small basket of "Genoese biscuits or
Genl. Lee biscuits, if you choose,"
and hopes "they will prove palatable,
for they are very nourishing. Sister
Martha desires me to repeat her
injunction 'that you will break only
two or three pieces and put them in
your coffee, for if the whole biscuit
were put in at once it would become
too soft.'"
On May 3 the President reported
failure in obtaining the services of
the Sisters of St. Joseph, Chestnut
Hill, Philadelphia.
On May 9th a priest who years
afterwards joined the Faculty and had
visited the College the previous year
for the first time, wrote offering one
hundred dollars in prizes for essays
on three theological subjects named by
himself. The President was instructed
to thank the donor and to announce the
names of the prize-winners on
commencement day. They were Edward
Dullea, James O'Donohoe and George
Feser, all of Brooklyn, N. Y. The
prizes were forty, thirty-five and
twenty-five dollars, respectively, and
this is the first time in the history
we find a private individual offering
a prize, either to boys or to
seminarians.
The Pope sent a medal to Dr.
Dielman this year for meritorious
musical compositions. Father O'Brien,
proposing to go to Europe for his
health, was granted such increase of
salary as would leave him five hundred
dollars for the purpose.
Dr. Patterson, College physician,
died in July, and Dr. McCaffrey
preached over him.
On the 7th of September the
President reported that Sisters from
Nazareth, Kentucky, would soon arrive
to take charge of the domestic
arrangements. On the 11th
Father McMurdie was appointed to act
as Director of the Seminary till
Father O'Brien's return, and on the
19th it was decreed that those called
to Sacred Orders should pass in "two
tracts of Dogma and also in Moral."
On the 4th of June, 1877, it was
decided that hereafter the ordinations
should follow the annual retreat of
the seminarians, and on July 4, "after
some discussion on financial
condition," it was agreed "that a
competent layman be engaged for one
year to assist the treasurer."
On September 10 Father Thomas
Fitzgerald, afterwards Vice-President
of the College, was chosen principal
of the Junior Department, in place of
Father Hill who had resigned, and
Anthony McBride of Emmitsburg was
reported by the President as engaged
at five hundred dollars a year to
assist the Treasurer. Fathers Hill and
Hayes both left the College this
summer.
Right Rev. John
A. Watterson, D.D. Bishop of
Columbus, Ohio Ninth President |
September 17, 1877. Today Father
John Ambrose Watterson '65, was
elected President. Father McCloskey
was made Vice-President and also
Treasurer; Father O'Brien, Secretary,
and Father Watterson, Prefect of
Studies.
The magnetism of Father McCloskey
was made evident when he introduced
his young successor to the students,
for while in a long address Father
Watterson set forth his future policy,
he failed to evoke any enthusiasm, all
present being more or less affected by
the speech and bearing of "Father
John," not only the residents but even
some strangers who happened to be
present . . . ."
November 24. Today a committee
clerical and lay was appointed to
revise the course of studies.
Adrian Van Schalckwyck, a student
of 1815, writes December 23, 1877,
sending Christmas greeting to Dr.
McCaffrey and the rest ... "A Merry
Christmas to our dear old Mountain
Home! I look upon the picture of the
College above my desk and my mind
returns to former years when I was
like one of those that now, perhaps,
pass under your eyes. Fond memories of
the past! Again a little boy at
College! To rise early by the sound of
music, to climb through the dark night
up the mountain side to the little
church; there to burst upon a blaze of
light, upon the sweet music of the
Adeste. To gallop through the College
with other little boys after Christmas
gifts; now we approach the President's
room, and the bravest raps. ' Come
in,' answers a kindly voice, and
finally we enter in a you-go-in-first
fashion. The President sits near the
genial hearth, and looking over his
pamphlet, invites us to the good
things on the table, and then gives
each a picture ....
"Mais pourquoi m'entrainer
vers ces scenes passees? Je veux
pleurer et non rever . . . ."
We shall later tell more of these
Van Schalckwycks, but his letter makes
it appear that Dr. Dielman was not the
first to awaken the boys on Christmas
Day with music.
Mountain hearts are revealed in
this bit of history:
Cumberland, Md. , November
7,1894.
Dear Mountaineer: Today's mail
brought me your issue for October,
and in it I find a very different
"Singing on the Terrace" from that
which I knew in " the days of yore."
I send you a copy of the original,
which lies before me as I write,
made verbatim, literatim, et
punctuatim.
On the original is this note:
College, March 15,1877.
Dear Eagle, Harkening at last to
your kind invitation, I have put my
machine in good order and ground off
the following lines on "Singing on
the Terrace." By the way, why does
not Barbour, Moore, Markriter,
Sebold or somebody else write a
college song? I think Dr. Dielman or
Mr. Delaney would willingly write
music for it.
While thinking that the Eagle
might more judiciously apply a
mustard-plaster where it sometimes
cauterizes, yet I congratulate it on
its independent and fearless course,
and on the marked good it has
accomplished. Yours truly, Kalakora.
Of course, "Kalakora" is the
non-de-plume under which Father
P. L. Duffy, '75, usually appeared,
and the song is his.
The Eagle was a paper which had
its fons et origo in the
fertile brain of Douglas Shirley, of
Louisville, and it may be I had some
little share in it also. Shirley and
I wrote the whole of the first
issue, I am sure, and we read it to
the boys in the "big play-room" one
Thursday evening. It was an immense
success, and soon every one was
sending us jokes, etc., on every one
else. I think we had a box in which
articles were dropped by their
authors, and the box was near the
prefects' room. We used manuscript
altogether then, but nowadays you
fellows take the press ; we wrote
for one another, you write for whom?
. . . Some day I shall have the
original of " Singing on the
Terrace'' framed between two sheets
of glass, and then I'll send it to
you. In the meantime, I believe
there are some "old fellows" who'd
like to see the old song in the old
words printed in The Mountaineer.
Yours faithfully, William Edward
Walsh.
Singing on the Terrace
The day is done, the setting
sun No longer lends its golden
splendor To college walls where
moonlight falls In silver lines
with witchery tender. Where
players trouped we now are grouped
Or pace the terrace pensively;
Books are forgot each college spot
Is altered in our reverie While
singing on the terrace.
The head grows still, sweet
memories fill The faithful heart
with tender thrill; A strange,
sweet spell will softly tell Of
other days on strand or hill. We
sing our song, and faces throng
Dryad-like among the trees
Fond, far-off faces, dear old
places Come, summoned by our
gladsome glees While singing on
the terrace.
O! sweeter tone, O! mother's
tone, That often blended with our
own, Though older grown our hearts
enthrone Our mothers as in hours
long flown. Yes, loved yon are, O!
voice afar That made our days all
music then; Oh! dear, dead days,
we sing your praise And call you
back to life again While singing
on the terrace.
Sing on, sing on! When days are
gone Devoted to the love of lore,
When we shall bear our share of
care, Some dreams may come of days
of yore These sunny days whose
after rays
Will touch our mood its
coldness melt And bring the peace,
the sweet surcease Of toil we ever
erstwhile felt While singing on
the terrace.
Episcopal Residence, Charleston, N.
C., November 14, 1894.
Dear Mountaineer: Your kind
information that Mr. W. E. Walsh has
in his possession the manuscript of
" Singing on the Terrace,'' and asks
for the publication of the original
version, revives many happy
memories.
The walls of my study seem to
recede and I am on the terrace again
to-night. Surely this southern
starlight is Mountain moonlight. The
quaint old city is still, but the
echoes of our songs are heard, and
the "after rays" are beaming.
But other memories are evoked.
One night after supper, as I was
about to turn the Study Hall over to
the seminarian in charge, a missile
went flying through the air. I
stepped over to Willie Walsh, then
one of the youngest students, and
said: "Willie, did you throw that
shoe?" "Yes, sir." "Well, you are a
truthful and honorable boy, but a
mischievous one. Now, don't give any
further trouble." I had not detected
the young scientist imparting the
initial velocity to the projectile,
and so did not care to prescribe the
three hundred lines on his
admission. He gave no further
trouble.
Some time before that I was First
Prefect then I strongly suspected
that Willie was the presiding genius
of a certain select coterie whose
admiration for the distant scenery
and the delicacies in the vicinity
was somewhat inordinate.
Their strategy was Napoleonic,
however, and defied the utmost
vigilance of the Prefects.
I dispensed the delectable crust
and the toothsome gingerbread at the
four-o'clock recreation in those
days, and on the approach of the
excursionists saluted them as the
"grub-struck gang," intending by
this more or less delicate piece of
irony to indicate my knowledge of
their harvesting in unlawful fields,
and to discourage their enterprising
but mistaken efforts.
But they spiked my gun. Some time
afterwards I was overwhelmed with a
most elaborate document, plentifully
garnished with classical quotations
in several languages, living and
dead (the Greek in its own text),
communicating the flattering
information that in appreciative
recognition of my interest in their
organization 1 had been unanimously
elected honorary president. Willie
wrote the letter, and enclosed a
beautiful gold badge with the
fateful letters G. S. G.
artistically wrought in monogram. I
have it still.
It was all done with such
exceeding good nature that I could
only acknowledge myself vanquished,
and the bantering and raiding ceased
altogether.
One of those splendid boys, and a
bosom friend of Willie's, was
Concannon, a genial and gentlemanly
student always. The Louisiana
magnolias have been waving above his
early grave these many summers.
A few years ago Willie Walsh, the
brilliant lawyer, worthy son of a
worthy sire, called on me here with
his young and beautiful bride from
Louisiana, the sister of his dead
college friend. We drove over the
Ashley, under the immemorial oaks of
old St. Andrew's, far into the
sunset, and the "after rays" touched
us and '' memory to melody attuned
the hearts once singing on the
terrace.''
P. L. Duffy.
In August of 1877 we have reference
to a picture bought by President
McCloskey of one Broadbent, Baltimore,
for five hundred dollars, or four
hundred and fifty cash. It was said to
be worth two thousand, but considering
the state of the treasury and in the
light of subsequent events the
transaction seems strange. It is a
life-size painting of President
Purcell in his Episcopal robe.
The Mountain Eagle was
published in manuscript this spring,
and three copies are preserved. It was
a weekly, and seems to have issued
about twelve numbers, when it passed,
as the editor says, "like Hiawatha
into the land of the hereafter."
The devotion to the Sacred Heart
was introduced this year by a
seminarian "for students who will not
or cannot belong to the sodality of
the Blessed Virgin Mary." The first
thirty-eight members were
extraordinarily pious, giving part of
their recreation to hold meetings,
because their society was only
tolerated. Edward P. Alien was captain
with four lesser officers. Later on it
took the form of guards of honor, and
at this writing is under a priestly
director with assistants called
promoters.
"Out of many hearts thoughts will
be revealed" by these verses:
Night Prayers on the Hill, Holy
Thursday, 1877.
Above in moonless skies no
stars are gleaming, To light the
night; But down the hill from out
the Church goes streaming, The
chastened light.
Our upward way in silence we
are wending, To evening prayers;
While with our higher, lower
thoughts are blending, Boys' petty
cares.
Aye! Shade and toil round
upward pathways cluster, Perchance
' tis best; The toilsome summit
won owns brighter lustre, Sweeter
rest.
We kneel. The Stabat Mater's
notes are filling, The Church, and
tell Of tears; and yet with bliss
our hearts are thrilling, Beneath
a spell.
Cares flee I peace comes; all
holy things grow dearer, Our Lord
controls; Each thought and Heaven
comes a little nearer Our wayward
souls.
Hymn, prayers cease. We rise
and lights seem throwing, Less
mellow light; And still the spell
is on the students going, Into the
night.
How changed! The moonbeams up
the vale have darted; Far down the
West The darkness flies. Tired
toilers, happy-hearted, Are blest
with rest.
For echoes of our hymn hushed
winds are listening. O'er hill and
dell Reigns peace. Lo! pictured in
the moon's calm glistening Behold
our spell.
Kalakora. '76. At the Mountain,
April 10, 1877.
A brother poet tuned his lyre and
sang of:
The Grotto
Come, ye spirits of the
mountain, Come, ye drops of dew,
Tell me in the singing fountain,
How the lovely Grotto grew.
Tell me all you know of Brute,
How beneath his magic hand. Yon
wild spot grew into beauty
Rivaling the Fairy-Land!
On the side of yonder mountain
Sleeping 'neath the mellow shades.
Where the merry singing fountain
Bubbles ' neath the green arcades.
Lies our Grotto. Spot of
beauty! Hallowed by the angels'
tread; Sweet remembrancer of duty
To the Blessed Queen o'er head.
"'Tis the place, and all around
it" Tells of Beauty's winged way,
How a desert place she found it,
How she breathed the waste away.
How she smiled upon the
flowers, Made their perfumes
sweeter still; How she threw the
leafy bowers O'er the sparkling
mountain rill.
There the merry songsters
flitter 'Mongst the leafy mass of
green, There they flit about and
twitter, Animators of the scene.
There the rippling of the
fountain Tinkles on the midnight
air, While the Spirits of the
Mountain Hold their elfin councils
there.
Silently the silver moonbeams
Trickle through the forest
green,.Gloriously the molten
sunbeams Bathe in gold the
gorgeous scene.
All around the balmy flowers
Scent the air with fragrance
sweet; All above the leafy bowers
Shield them from the parching
heat.
There 'mongst all this wild
unbounded Wealth of nature's
purest gems Was "Our Lady's"
Grotto founded.
There the tide of sin it stems.
For what living human being Can
possess a heart so black, Who will
not, this Grotto seeing, From his
evil ways turn back.
There our mother, Holy Virgin,
Fills the place with joy divine,
By her look of sweetness urging
That with her we all combine.
To gird the throne of Him who
made us With our humble grateful
prayers, Beseeching Him to come
and aid us In escaping Satan's
snares.
Harry S. Barbour, '78.
Bishop Elder, writing on January
11, 1878, refers to Dr. McCaffrey's
"martyr-brother Thomas;" hopes that
the Doctor is mistaken in thinking
this his last New Year, and wants to
help in placing a stone over Father
Xaupi's grave, who saved him from
many dangers by never failing to
call upon me for my confession. That
mixture of non-Catholics with
Catholic boys carries a great many
grievous evils with it . ."
In a letter of February 5, 1878,
Dr. McCaffrey says that "Mr.
Watterson has shown activity,
decision and energy in reforming
discipline and studies, and in many
other ways."
It was ordered that no tree be
cut down within a quarter of a mile
of the College without consent of
President and Procurator. On the 1st
of May it was agreed that the
speeches on Commencement Day were
not to be more than seven, besides
the valedictory. Fathers McMullen
and Keelan entered the Faculty.
Father O'Brien writes from the
Novitiate, Frederick, where he was
enjoying the hospitality of the
Jesuits, that Georgetown would send
the degree of D. D. to President
Watterson by Father Edward Boursand,
his college mate, and this was done
at Commencement, 1878.
Bishop Chatard, '53, writes from
London to President Watterson that
the recently elected Pope, Leo XIII,
had sent his apostolic blessing to
the College, its president,
professors and students: " God
reward them all for what they are
doing for the cause of Our Holy
Religion in America.''
Commencement in 1878 was held, as
usual, on the fourth Wednesday of
June.
Edward P. Alien '78, Dennis J.
Flynn '80 (both afterwards
Presidents) and John J. Tierney '80
entered the seminary.
Abp. Gibbons receiving the
resignation by Dr. McCaffrey of the
pastorship of the old church on the
hill, appoints the existing
President, Dr. Watterson, to succeed
him, writing: "It is a wise custom
that the Prest. of Mt. St. Mary's
should have pastoral charge of the
Church." [Still, as we have seen,
the pastor was often another than
the President.]
October 22,1878. Certain
gentlemen proposed to form an
association to pay the college debt
which was found to be alarming, and
the Council decided to open
negotiations with them. Meanwhile
the treasurer was authorized to give
and renew a note for six thousand
dollars. Charles Hoffman '52 wrote
repeatedly in 1879 that his appeals
to lay alumni had been in vain, and
that if anything is to be done it
must be through the clergy.
Meanwhile Kelly Piet & Co. failed in
Baltimore, owing the College $1505,
on which 30 per cent, was accepted,
and the college treasurer was
authorized to give a mortgage to the
First National Bank of Hanover and
pay the floating debts.
1878. June 28. a soldier of the
Lost Cause, now a lawyer in Texas,
writes to Dr. McCaffrey: " I was at
the Mountain from October 1, '51 to
June 28, '56. I look upon it as my
home. It is my earnest wish that
when wearied with the battle of
life; when old age has come upon me; when my mind as well as my body
has become enfeebled and tired, to
be able to pass the evening of my
life beneath the shadow of my dear
Mountain Home. If any place on earth
could give rest entire to the weary
body after death, that place is the
quiet little cemetery on the
Mountain side, close to the little
Mountain Church. 'Tis there I should
like to rest and there I and mine
shall rest if God pleases ... I was
at Gettysburg on the 1st, 2d and 3d
of July, 1863. I was also at the
Mountain. I saw the dear old
Mountain, the loved old College. I
saw you and you did not see me. I
wore the grey. I was in and among
the Federals and I dared not
disclose myself. I drank from the
fountain on the back-terrace and
knelt in the Mountain Church. I did
so long to make myself known to you,
but my orders were imperative: I was
spying, scouting. Do you remember N.
of —— ? He was of my party, and
together we went all over the
College grounds: we visited
Clairvaur. We went all through the
Yankee army, talked with their
generals, ate with their soldiers
and carried dispatches for General
Meade which we faithfully handed
over to our General Lee . . ."
Dec. 28, :78. William Seton, 3d.
had lived five years in Bavaria and
was the author of several books. He
proposes to write about the early
days of the Mountain and asks
certain enlightenment of Dr.
McCaffrey. He says: "Everyone drinks
beer in Bavaria; it is almost
against the law to drink water. The
Bavarian’s are not a bright,
quick-witted people. They move
slowly like beer barrels. . . . The
government is one vast police
department and a man can scarcely
buy a new hat without asking the
police. This is truth."
Rev. John E. Burke, ex-'78, was
the first pastor of the first church
for Afro-Americans ever founded in
New York. It was made possible
through a bequest of Rev. Thomas
Farrell, '48, pastor of St. Joseph's
Church, that city. Father Burke in
1907 was chosen head of the
Afro-American Apostolate in the
United States.
This Christmas, Van Buren Hilyard,
a student from Washington city,
lighted with electricity the cross
on the tower of the Church on the
Hill.
Richard J. Malone, of the class
of '75, graduated at Harvard Law
School in "78, receiving 99 per
cent, in every subject but one, and
in that 96 per cent Mr. C. L.
Bradley, at one time Chief Justice
of Rhode Island and many years
professor at Harvard, writing to Mr.
Malone's father, speaks of Richard's
examination as of "wonderful
excellence." "Of one other student
only within my long course as
professor at Harvard College have I
had occasion to speak in these
terms. "Mr. Bradley's letter was
dated at "Harvard Law School.
Cambridge, June 28, 1878," and
addressed to R. J. Malone,
Lancaster, Pa.
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