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
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Chapter 62: 1879-1880
Grotto of
Lourdes |
Meanwhile Father McMurdie had gone
home to England in very poor health,
but reports that he feels able to
teach his Senior and Junior classes.
On account of not receiving a
remittance he had not been able to
secure his passage home, etc., and is
anxious about seeming to neglect his
duty.
"Since I left the College," he
writes to the Treasurer, August
5,1879, "I have not received a cent of
money, and I am now not only without
the means of returning to it, but
almost without the means of staying
where I am. . . I am in a thoroughly
awkward position, partly painful and
partly absurd. Even if I receive
enough to pay my fare home, I do not
see my way clear to applying it to
that purpose, unless I also receive
more. ... I live in daily hope of
receiving a remittance, and am in a
condition of constant worry and
anxiety till I have something, which I
suppose I shall have before you
receive this . . . .''
The following is the reply of Dr.
McCloskey, dated "Feast of the Seven
Dolors, September 29, 1879," but we
must leave to the imagination what the
gentle, shrinking, unworldly
metaphysician went through meantime:
'Immediately after the receipt of
your letter, I wrote you stating
that in a few days I would send you
a remittance, and it was only this
morning in Church that it flashed on
my mind that I had not done so. You
may imagine my mortification and
deep sorrow for this unpardonable
oversight. This has been indeed a
day of sorrow and humiliation for me
for having thus treated one whom I
have always considered my best
friend. I had made all my
arrangements to send to Baltimore.
How or why I did not do it I cannot
tell. Just at the time my mind was
almost distracted with the
apprehension that each hour would
bring me the news of my brother's
death. I cannot write more now. my
grief is so great. Pardon me and
believe me as ever.
"Very truly Yrs. in Xto.
"Remittance by Wednesday's steamer."
The Cathedral of Baltimore had been
thoroughly renovated and its sanctuary
enlarged this year and Abp. Gibbons
wrote with his own hand begging "the
favor" of Dr. McCaffrey's presence at
its reopening on Nov. 9, 1879," as
your venerable name is intimately
associated with the cathedral and some
of its prelates."
Dec. 5. Rev. John O'Brien died
today. He was buried on the hill, and
his stone bears this epitaph:
Memoriae et Honobi. JOANNIS
O'BRIEN Presb. Nat. Hib. Prope
Ardfinnan In Tipperaria Nati. Viri
Eeligione Pietate Doctrina et
Traditis Posteritati Scriptis
Clari Qui Magnam Ingenii Laudem
Insigni Modestia Superavit. Obiit
Emmitsburgi In Quo Doctoris
Decurialis Munere Fungebatur Nonis
Decembr. An. Rep. Sal. MDCCCLXXIX
Annos Xatns XXXVIII.
Mens. IV. Dies IX.
Father O'Brien was an Irishman,
born in 1841, and came to this country
in his twenty-second year. Entering
the College in '65 he graduated in
'70, studied theology here one year,
two at Overbrook, then returned and
was ordained in June, '73, for
Harrisburg diocese. He was Director of
the Seminary after Father McMurdie,
taught Latin, Mathematics, History and
Liturgy, and wrote a "History of the
Mass," which profited the College for
many a year after his death, and does
to this day.
This year saw the closing of Mt.
St. Mary's of the West at Cincinnati,
in consequence of Abp. Purcell's
financial failure, which Abp. Elder,
his quondam pupil, was commanded to
remedy.
The following interesting letter
referring to events of '79 was written
to Mr. A. V. D. Watterson by Rev. P.
L. Duffy, '75, present "Poet Priest of
the South":
Charleston, S. C., October 20,
1902.
My dear Alfred: I spent a very
happy day at the old Mountain
recently, and memories sacred and
sweet crowded upon me. Forms of
other days were with me from the
pike to the grotto, and voices, some
of them stilled, made the terrace
musical.
Sitting on the little rustic
bridge over what 1 called the cave,
between the old and the new
grottoes, the day came back to me
when reading "Lasserre on Lourdes"
at spiritual reading for the boys,
it occurred to me that all the
conditions existed at the Mountain
for a reproduction of the original
grotto, and next day I started the
work, that is, the collection. In a
short time I was able to put the
matter and the means for its
accomplishment in the hands of your
Bight Bev. (then Reverend) brother,
under whose direction the work was
completed. I think it is in material
situation, proportions and
construction the most exact
duplicate of the original Grotto in
this country.
You and I will never forget, I am
sure, the impressive Corpus Christi
processions, and I will always
cherish the radiant memory of the
first Benediction at the new Grotto
on that beautiful June day in 1879.
The October Mountaineer has just
reached me, and I need not tell you
how cordially I greeted "Biding
Along." Reference is made to it in
the Alumni chat column as having
been sung on the terrace. But you
and I remember that its "motif'
found best expression on the top of
the stage to Mechanicstown
(Thurmont) after:'Exi." I have
sometimes thought since that the
steady-paced horses must have been
fittest survivals from some
auxiliary corps inured to the din of
battle. I have witnessed the
paralyzing effects of earthquakes
and cyclones on Charleston. Perhaps
our vocal explosions stopped the
growth of Mechanicstown.
About Dr. Kenny's "Genevieve." A
few years ago 1 heard it sung in a
far-off corner of this State by one
who had never heard of its gifted
author.
Sincerely yours, (REV.) P. L.
Duffy.
Rudolph Deppen, '81, writes
eloquently of one of the scenes at the
Holy Grotto:
Three
Generations of Walshs, Cumberland,
Md. |
"The evening was perfect in every
detail. The sun had already dipped
behind the ridge beyond the grotto.
Not a breath of air stirred the old
forest sentinels, above which arched
the deep blue dome, rivaled only by
the skies of the city of the 'violet
crown.' Only the mountain brook,
separating the old from the new
grotto, with its age-old song,
mellowed the deep silence above and
around us, telling a story typical of
her in whose honor we assembled, with
its crystal stream over its
precipitous, rock-strewn course
vividly portraying the life of the
Virgin Mother.
"The clergy and the seminarians'
choir took their places, Father
McMurdie stepped into the vestibule of
the shrine and began in his low voice,
which in itself was not pleasing, but
gradually seeming to absorb and mingle
with the palpitating stillness of the
natural surroundings, it became
strangely musical. He had the rapt
attention of every one present, even
before reaching the point to which in
all his sermons his fervor carried him
his arm stretched rigidly before him,
his hand clenched, trembling with the
fervor with which he strove and so
well expressed. And in the very midst
a whip-poorwill burst into song a
short distance down the ravine, and
together with the brook made a harmony
of sound which in that curfew
stillness blended perfectly with the
tones of Father McMurdie's voice. Not
a movement or rustle of those present
betrayed the consciousness of any
distraction, and a few minutes
afterwards the last words of Father
McMurdie seemed to float away into the
empyrean.
"The soft strains of the O
Salutaris Hostia and the Tantum Ergo
had been wafted heavenward on
fragrant incense. Our Redeemer in
the Most Holy Sacrament had blessed
the kneeling forms, bowed in humble
adoration before Him, and it is safe
to say that not one gross thought
intruded itself during the quiet,
gentle return to the college
grounds."
Father McMurdie's preaching was
effective on both old and young.
Bishops Alien of Mobile and
Northrop of Charleston visited us on
occasion of the Centenary of the
Baltimore Cathedral, May, 1906. The
latter told us that his father had
great devotion for the grotto, and
prepared and had printed a little
Office of Our Lady of the Grotto,
which himself and Harry (the Bishop),
with several other boys, aspirants to
the altar, as well as other people,
used to recite every Saturday up at
the grotto made sacred by so many
memories. Bishop Alien said that
Benediction took place for a while at
this stone grotto, completed 1879, but
that afterwards return was made to the
old wooden shrine originally raised by
Brute, in which also the Holy
Sacrifice was offered for the first
time on the 16th of August, 1897. In
1906 a new stone edifice was erected
by his relatives as a memorial of
Bishop McGovern, of Harrisburg, once a
Prefect at the College and a devout
client of the Mother of God, and an
altar was built within it, so that
Mass could be said as well as
Benediction given at Corpus Christi,
or on May evenings as in olden times.
The Corpus Christi procession was a
very impressive and touching
ceremonial, clergy and people
accompanying the Blessed Sacrament
from the Old Church on the Hill to and
from the grotto, and it was very
edifying to see the piety of many of
the students, who would decorate the
shrine of Mary with flowers and pay a
visit there in the morning before
school. Father John McGovern, of the
Faculty, nephew of the Bishop, offered
the Divine Sacrifice at the new grotto
June 2, 1907.
In the Christmas (1879) number of
the Echo we find these rhymes:
Farewell to mountain, to terrace
and hall, For two weeks our bosoms
no care shall enthrall; No bell to
annoy us, no prefect to vex, No
curst mathematics our brains to
perplex; No Homer, no Livy, no
Grandclaude so drear. No Ganot to
frighten, no Bloxom to fear. They
can all go to pot. But the stage is
just here, And hark! the train
hastens, she's always on time,
She'll be off in a moment and so
will my rhyme. One last word of
greeting to those left behind: May
they feast and live highly, at least
in their mind!
On January 20, 1880, Father
McMurdie died. He had been long
failing, and being taken with a
hemorrhage hastened to the adjoining
room, where the midwinter examinations
were going on, his hand to his
blood-stained mouth, and rapped at the
door. Father John McCloskey at once
followed him to his room and anointed
him in time. Dr. Richard Reilly, '80,
one of the students present, telling
us of those happenings, bade us
imagine the feelings of all. The
priest's death carried out his
reiterated quotation from Macbeth:
Blow, wind, come wrack! At least
we'll die with harness on our back.
Bishop Becker sang the Requiem and
Dr. McCaffrey preached.
Henry Spencer McMurdie, M. A., was
born in London in 1822. His mother
taught him Latin. At first a Puseyite,
he entered the Church in 1848, and
emigrating toourcountry came to the
Mountain Seminary, where in 1854 he
was ordained for the diocese of
Pittsburgh. He was Vice-President for
a while; taught logic, metaphysics and
ethics with great esteem, and was
Director of the Seminary after the
departure for Rome in February, 1860,
of Rev. William McCloskey. Father
McMurdie's tombstone, erected June 18,
1881, at a cost of $250. is thus
inscribed:
H. T. P. X. S. R. E. HEXRICUS
S. McMURDIE
Sacerdos Rari Exempli
Philosophiae Et Theologiae
Professor In Collegio S. Mariae Ad
Montes Qui Natus Londini IV Kal.
Sept, MDCCCXXII Sacerdotio Auctus
XVI Kal. Sept. MDCCCLIV Sancte
Decessit XIII Kal. Feb. MDCCCLXXX
Discipuli Ejus Maerentes Fecerunt
Animae Desideratissimae. R. I. P.
Corpus Christi Avenue |
Rev. Thomas Fitzgerald, M. A., '75,
was elected to the Council Feb. 2.
1880, and on April 1 became Secretary
of that body. The Treasurer's report,
handed in that day, reads as follows:
"Notes payable, $99,265. Assets :
Emmitsburg R. R. paper; note of Piet,
the publisher, etc., $15,513. So that
the debentures of the little railway
made up nearly the entire assets of
Mt. St. Mary's College.
Meanwhile Father Watterson had
accepted the miter of Columbus. Father
William Byrne, future President,
writes to him June 5,1880, from
Charlestown, Mass., accepting an
invitation to Commencement, suggesting
that he do not resign the presidency
till he has recruited the Corporation
with suitable members, "two or three
old Mountaineers of the right stamp."
It seems a pity this suggestion was
not taken!
Cardinal McCloskey, also, writing
June 21 to Bishop-elect Watterson,
says: "As for the poor old Mountain,
it has my deepest sympathies in what I
fear may prove to it an irreparable
loss" (he alludes to President
Watterson's departure). "It has,
however, survived so many apparent
death-blows that it may again survive
the one now impending."
On the 26th day of June President
Watterson resigned Ms office, and on
the 13th of July the presidency was
offered to Father Hill, who was
reported on July 27th as declining to
accept it.
Father Watterson had reformed the
course of studies and infused new
vigor into the teaching. He was
zealous for the beauty of God's house
and frescoed the church, the chapel
and seminary-oratory, had the stone
grotto built, remodeled St. John's
well, and made many much-needed
repairs about the buildings.
Father William Byrne, "54, writing
again to Bishop Watterson, hopes that
he had " retained authority not only
to advise but to vote as regards your
successor. This may have been so much
out of course that you did not like to
resign the presidency and yet retain a
place in the corporation. It was
essential, however."
Father McCloskey, unwilling to take
the presidency, tried to have Father
Hill elected, not only writing to the
Mountain bishops to this effect, but
even going to Brooklyn, N. Y., as a
committee of the Council to induce him
to consent. Father Hill pleaded that
both his own Bishop and the Archbishop
of "Baltimore were away and he could
not assume so important an office
without consulting each of them. In
addition, one who was at the College
in those days thinks that " he felt
that so great was the influence of
Father John with the students no one
could be president in the full sense
of the word while the latter lived."
So Father John once more took up the
sad burden and struggled on, weighed
by the dread of what he knew must come
sooner or later, till at last, on
November 22, 1880, he sank upon the
terrace, was helped to his room, and
died on Christmas eve, his brother,
Bishop William McCloskey, helping to
cheer his last days. There was no one
to take the helm.
Father John died, as was thought,
"of a broken heart." He was an
out-and-out Mountaineer. Entering the
College in 1830 as a boy of thirteen
he was graduated in 1836, ordained in
1840, and though not elected
Vice-President till February 9, 1842,
his first report as treasurer dates
from March, 1841. Like Dr. McCaffrey
and Dr. Brownson, he had never been in
Europe, nor have we any actual record
of his going as far as Baltimore,
except when he went to New York to
induce Father Hill to accept the
presidency.
"Father John was," says one writer,
"a gentleman of commanding appearance,
noble in manners, affable to
strangers, zealous for discipline,
prudent to a fault. . . . Since 1841
John McCloskey had borne the
responsibilities of governing to such
a degree that Dr. McCaffrey found
ample time to display his powers and
enjoy comparative ease. . . ."
Another distinguished ecclesiastic,
telling of his own coming to College
in 1860, says:
"'Father John' was the first of the
College authorities I met, and his
reception was so friendly that I
thought someone had written to him
about me; or, possibly, that he had
mistaken my identity in other words,
that he took me for the Governor of
Kentucky! 'Don't be putting on any
airs here,' said a fellow-student to
whom I related these things. ' Father
John is a gentleman ' to the manner
born ' and could not, without danger
to his health, act otherwise. He
treats everyone as he treats you, and
the more unpromising the newcomer
looks the kinder he is.' "
"Father John" was known favorably
to all the country around. His live
stock were among the prize-takers at
every county fair, and the
noble-looking priest on his black
charger brought George Washington to
the imagination of beholders. Whether
out of admiration for him or not, the
Chronicler cannot say, but a certain
red-hot or coal-black Orangeman in the
district was actually laid out and
buried in a cassock made for Father
John. This man was, like Gilpin's
spouse, "of a frugal mind," and taking
a tombstone in payment of a debt, had
it inscribed to suit, selected also a
cheap coffin and kept these and the
cassock which were actually used a few
years since at his own funeral.
This list was sent to Sadlier's
Directory for 1881 : V. Rev. John
McCloskey, President; V. Rev. Dr.
McCaffrey, President-Emeritus ; Rev.
Thomas Fitzgerald, Vice-President;
Thomas Gambon, Treasurer. The
last-named gentleman had been a
Christian Brother, but he was not yet
a deacon or a member of the Council,
which was thus, by Father John's
death, reduced to one young and one
old and invalided priest.
The Mayor of Baltimore at this
time invited the Faculty and
students to take part in the
celebration of the 150th anniversary
of the founding of the city, and the
graduating class went down for the
events, which began Oct. 11, lasting
for five days.
A letter gives us an idea of the
status of a college president in
Kentucky. June 20. 1879, Rev. George
McCloskey, ex-'40, excusing absence
from commencement, writes to
President Watterson that he has " to
throw off his cassock and betake
himself to the hay field, having to
manage a farm as well as a
seminary." He was rector of the
Preston Park institution at
Louisville, Kentucky, his brother,
Bishop William's, seminary.
Emmitsburg village, however, had
enterprise enough to start (1879)
another paper, The Chronicle, which
not only still flourishes, but has
reached a higher plane than its
founder ever dreamt of.
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