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VOLUME I. --NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY MORNING, JULY 6, 1868. ' ItJWBER ii.
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I smoat obey, I may not setay
The eenao lit oaalling.
The lot ir , Death call at last.
ty ainl hour' impending.'
Farewell estate and hopes elate,
All like a song are endiug-
Thou glorious sun, my dy in done,
BuIt thoU, thy journey keeIiug.
Go on thy ay, great kin o ay
. mst n death be sleel'tng.
Night's pall is spread, the light is fled,
Iry bark to fmrt is sweepnug.
Thou moon serene with silver sheen.
Yeplanets golden seeming.
For my descendants beuaming. -
The fate.' decree of death to mes
Ie told by comete streaming.
Three hundred times, three thousand timte,.
Farewell thou worii defiling:;
Unsteady thou and slippery now,
Farewell with-all tbhy smiling.
With falsehoods sweet and artful cheat
Yo longer me beguiling. -
Ye castles bright with gems bedight.
Farewell, on high erected,
With marble walls or ivory halls.
In Fncy's skies reflected.
I seek myd among the dead.
By Death's pale steeds directed
Ye beahties rare, whose charm so fail.
y captlve sense delighted ;
Delirious dream of love supreme
That all my mind excitel.
Now solemn shade o'er all Is made :
Oh sight sad scene benighted !
Ye dances vain and sports profane
In wanton chorus singing ;
Be still I pray. your orgies etay,
God's summons now rig-M
His crier, Death, ith startling brth
My mortal sentence bringing.
Delights of life with luxury rife.
The table's socel pleaunre;
The dainty mets,' the honeyed sweet. 1
And wine cap's crowned treasure.
I loathe you all while Death doth call
To pledge his brimnming measnur.
Hastee aay, fade and decay.
Ye chprfumes and dresse
Be os end stale, yeplesure frail,
Prus-king ove's arexase .
Foul worm shall draes in lotihsomeness
The grave my body presses.
O hoaer's ghtl 0 glory's light!
As tene I gosamy to w.
Title aid fam a noble name.
Now worthless sandow cheating t
Ye osen few, my comrlad true,
Deor fiends my plesure sharing;
Insulting Death stops every breath.
eo wit nor wisdom spning:
And hare today I leave our play.
Bod , farewell, thy fate tell,
Th too hust known and lle thine own.
My griefs and joys endearing.
Body and mind, Inlife-combined.
One go aeal always nearing.
IWritten for the Morning 8tar.l
LOST FAITH; -
TI'HE TWO IV 7" s iHTE .'.
BY JACQUELIN E.
UIAIPTER VII--CONTINLU1 '.
In a few weeks, Mrs. Stewart, though able to
leave her room, was still so feeble as to induce
much anxiety about her future health. Change
of climate was advised by the physician, and at
once acted upon. But, although her love of
life and natural energy sustained her through
much fatigue, and she still, at times, enjoyed
the excitement of soeie gay party of amuse
ment, yet it was only too evident to those who
watched her that both her spirits and strength
were forced, and that ani insidious disease had.
too surely fastened upon her delicate frame.
She returned home late in the fall, without
any improvement in her condition, and with
even less strength than when she had started
in the vain pursuit of renewed health. Her
naturally frail type of beauty was now almost
etherealized ; and no one could look at her
without a feeling of sadness to think that this
beautiu l casket was destined to crum,le so
moon "tnto dust.
£d dbar symptoms becamrewre aiggravatcld,
anId a conviction of her doom from time to time
-would force itself upon her mind, she deter
mined one morning to hold a full and free cotn
versation with Dr. Roberts on her condition.
and to insist upon knowing his candid opinion
of her case. The doctor was a-pious and a con
acientions man, a devout member of the Epis
copal Church, and one who had been chastened
by many severe domestic afflictions. He was
naturally reticent, and never forced his patients
to hear unwelcome truths. lBut when appealed
to, as in this iunstaiice, his conscience compelled
him to reveal to Mrs. Stewart the full extent of
her dcanger. lie told her gently but firmly that
her days wre imumbered : that she might live
four montlhe ; biut lie thtought in less time she
would be exhtautlted by her disease.
"As/' said l)r. Rolberts, " yon have given me
the privilege of a friend as well as of a physi
eihn, let sne Jeg you, may dear madam, to strive
to prepare your mind to meet all tlhoexigencies
of your case. All that cea be done for
physical support and relie u can corm
Will you not, do you nots m feel the nfoe
sity of attending to th tters for your
soul's welfare which are of t host importance
now 4 I have been told, Mrs. Stewart, that you
were brought up a Catholic; andl though not
myself in avor of tihat religion, still, believe
thatfo r its earn.r, i. votaries there mnay b alva
tion. I think that th. prayirs ,of ,t 'oitth
those 'whi, h we ie':rn0d t,, lisp na ther~'s
knee-carry the most consolation and strengtb
.when the dews and shadows of death s, gath
ering areand_.s. This, I shhuld think, would
be-of more force tothe Catholic than all others;
for there is so much of sentiment and poetry
assimilated with thatlfaith, that I conevre its
hold upon the imagination and heart of a child
must be very strong. And as we are told that
those things which are most prizcdincebildhood
coein back to us in our decline, it strikes me
that those early impressions might be of great
I onsolatiO to you now."
Meeting with no response to these sugges
tions, the doctor continued :
" -till, Mlrs. Stewart, if your peedilections are
in favor of a change of faith, I will be very
happjy to intrmlhce our minister, the Rev. Mr.
I GoalUn. , to you, and he may aid in settling your
Mrs. Stewart had been greatly aritatedduring
the doctor's holmily; but she toli him in qon
elusion that her physical sufferings and her
love of life had thus far been too absorbing to
Sadmit, at once, of any other considerations.
" And, after all," saidMrs. Stewart, " you may
be mistaken, doctor. I am young yet, have had
a good constitution, and cannot see why I
should not recover, as many worse cases than
mine have done, with care and time."
Dr. Roberts, perceiving that further dis
eussion would prove injurious, left her, with a
few kind words and directions for taking the
new remedies as prescribed.
We all know the fallacious hopes, the wild
chate-ea Epa gse, that haunt the brain of our
foredoomed to that fatal disease-consumption;
and when to this is added-an almostinsanelove
of life and a dread of even a thought of future
accountability, one can readily imagine how
terrible must have been the state of her who
had known no other law save her own pleas
tres; no other God save the life which was
fast . oing down to the dust. Each day con
firmed the truth of the doctor's diagnosis of her
case; every symptom of her disease culminated
even more rapidly than he predicted.
The gentleman who occupied the Unitarian
pulpit, Mr. Palmer; was not an ordained minis
ter, but merely filled the post at the request of
the congregation until a proper incumbent could
be procured. His orthodoxy was very much
questioned by many of his hearers, and he made
no hesitation in declarilg a decided admiration
for the CaMwlic Church frequently dleosing
for his subject the lives of some of her most dis
tinguished saints. His intercourse with his
hearers was social and friendly, and he was the
chosen friend and confident of many 'who felt
the need of advice and support in either their
domestic or conscientious troubles.
Beating about like a shipwreeked mariner,
catching at everystraw in her path, Mrs. Stew
art at length concluded, one day, to try what
his counsel e-ald do toward quieting her dis
tracted mind. Mr. Palmer called at once when
summoned ;and, after exchanging the usual
courtesies, she stated candidly to him that the
object she had in sending for him was the hope
that he might be able to allay the wretched,
remorseful state of her soul. She had "sought
consolation and oblivion in vain," she said, as
she had failed to find either. Death was a ter
ror too feariul to contemplate; and yet the
ghastly phantom pursued her day and night.
She appealed piteously to him to aid her-to
save her from the torturing thoughts that
haunted her brain. Never had she so fully bared
her soul before; never had he, as he afterward
said, seen a case so clearly abandoned of God.
He strove to give her all the consolation that
lay within the limited scope of a faith which
lacked the first essence of a Christian's hope;
a faith which could only see in our Saviour's ife
and death the virtue and heroismof a good and
perf.ect man. Finding these considerations of
no avail, lie next suggested the possibility of a.
calmedr state by a return to her early belief.
"It is impossible, Mr. Palmer," she said, be
tween her tears ; " 1 have thoughtof it-I have
p striven to accomplish it; but there is sonmein
superable power holling me back. I feel that
mine is that sin, never to be " forgiven in this
f world or the next,' of whict St. Jhn lind St.
L Matthew speak in such fearful words. The
I waste of my life, the opportunities for good that
I have bartered for the vanities of the world,
alt-rise up and cry, ' lost, lost,' to my soul. I
have striven to pray-to utter snatches of
Sprayer that I learned in the happy innocence
.of childhood ; but the words die in my throat,
t and a wild tumult seems to environ me, like the
a voices of devils rejoicing over-their prey. Even
I those articles of faith, which might have proved
r my salvation and support, now only come back
t to torture aiae, to make me tremble, and to show
r ine the pricelessness of that jewel which I
n threw away inl a moment of frenzy for a worth
s less bauble, the very touch of which was death.
Oh! Mr. Palmer," she continued, after a pause,
, "I have such horrible dreams while sleeping,
e such terrible thoughts while waking, that even
my physical sufferings pale into trifles before
those phantoms of terror. I feel, I know, that
b the arm of God is uplifted against me, and there
n is no one that call deliver ale out of that chas
e- toning hand."
a- She could say no more ,j t fell back upon ha.
d pillow in a violent fit olf gbing. Mr. Palmil.
is was greatly moved, but he hadno "sweet ob
is liviousantidoto" for such adiseaso as this. Still
d he tried to console and quiet her Vl-words of
d kindness and sympathy; -builcadi her too,
f much exlaustadl to hodl t Ihir ".lport,l eo shrtly
it after took his leave, deeply ingressed with the
,e scene, madl ore and mlore convincedl of the tue
to cessity of an ill-saving faith when the terrors
of death are compassing an immortal soul.
to Her Ellisecopahan friends, seeing with great
i- distress this unhappy state, finally prevailed
re upon her to consent to see the Reverend Mr.
Gs Gorman. After a few interviews with him, lhe
induced her to prepare her mind to reccive the
communion of that C(hurch, which she consented
s to, but solely, she said, aps an experiment for
ar acquiring the peace sthe had songht in vain
ec elsewhere. But day after day was appointed,
am and she always found some excuse for its post
ot ponement; until at length, both the reverend
re gentleman and her friends were convinced that
a- some insurmountable feeling was withholding
- her, and the former ceased his visits, andl the
r's latter pressed her no more upon the auIl c.t.
-_ CHAPrR IX.- COCLUBION.' -
Again the glorious June roses gibddened the
easth; again came the' niight dJ $heir lovell
ness, and the perfume of their b'tath in joyful
greeting to her who but a year gone,had hailed
their presence with delight ; but neither their
beauty nor their fragrance coarld elicit one look
of admiration, one throb of' pleasure from that
now slowly beating heart. At length the fear
ful hour of dissolution had arrived, and Mrs.
Stewart lay panting in her death agony, in full
consciousness of her state. She tossed restlessly
from side to side, crying, from time to time, in
piteous tones : "Oh, Jesus !" "Lest l • lost !"
Who will save me I" until one of her friends,
impelled by an agony of terror too great to
bear left the room and went in search of Mirs.
Field, in hopes that her words or prayers might
soothe this distracted soul. This lady felt that
she had no right to refuse the appeal, but she
went reluctantly ? for what hc entreaties had
failed to accomplish nnder more propitious cir
cumstaneces, she knew could scarcely be real
ised now. Still, with an earnest prayer, she
approached the bed and said:
Mrs. Stewart, will you let me read some of
the old, familiar prayers to youi Will you now,
ere too late, consent to see the bishop 1 But
she only received for reply : " It is too late;
the Iowers of hell are around me,-and--I awu
In vain Mrs. Field spoke to her of the infinite
mercies of God-of the power wrought by the
last appeal of the dying thief; in vain she
urged her to make only one act of contrition,
one act of the lo'oft . To all she received
"till in repl, " lost, lost," until, almost wild
uith suspended agitation, she left-the-room,
and went, like the wind, for the bishop, trust
ing that he might be able to save her ere too
late. Arrived at the house, she stated breath
lessly her errand, and entreated him to lose no
time in coming to the aid of the perishing soul.
"I cannot, my chid" said the bishop, " I am
grieved to say, copl with your pious wish,
unless either the poor ady or her husband has
sent you for me. I have never forgotten the
scene of her sister's death-bed, though so many
years have passed ; and I can never again sub
Set my ministrations or my own person to the
insult that met me on that occasion. If you can
send me even one word of encouragement from
either party empowered tocall meeI will-gladly
go But sala a my ekild, after all the fruitles
efforts that have been made, I fear that her
poor soueal has lost the only chance for external
reunion with the Chureh. For the rest, we
must leave her final cause witb "Him who is
the searcher of the heart and reins.' I wil,
however, await here in prayer for any message
of the least eneouragement that you can send
Mrs. Field hurried back, but found Mrs.
Stewart too far gone for further words, per
ceiving at a glance that ere a messenger could
go and return from the bishop, her soul would
have gone to its final account.
The day was beginning to wane, and gather
ing clouds a11d added to the ariready darkened
roomn soiubre shadows like the flitting of nmov
inglights. The dying woman still tossed her
arms wildly about, as if striving to graspethe
air; and through the deep silence of the room,
and between theominous death-rattle, rang the
words, "Oh, Jesus!" " Lost!" "Save mel" while
an expression of the most woful agony and
harrowing fear convulsed her livid face, from
which was now gone all the placid beauty for
which it had once been so much admired.
Mr. Stewart knelt at the foot of the bed, his
face buried in the covering, and his whole
frame shaking with an agony that seemed one
more of terror than of grief. Darker grewr the
shadows, deeper fell the silence only the fear
ful sound of the death-:'attle filed the room,
and the once beautiful .yev's became fixed, as if
beholding some phantom of terror.
The ladies kneeling iaout the elhamber in
voluntarily closed their own, and sank their
faces on their folded hlmmtrh-i ritent prayer,
when suddenly one wild, convulsive cry of
"Oh, Jesus!" broke the spell, and sent a thrill
of horror through each soul. Lookiag ulp, they
saw that Nellie Stewart hail uttered her last
words, and had gone far, far beyond the power
of all mortal aid. There, before the throne of
God we leave her soul, for no finite judgment
dare thrust itself between Him and the seal
which awaits his infinite decree.
"Never, never," said a lady whohad witnessed
this scene, "can I forget the fearful impressions
of those moments. Day and night for weeks has
that agonized face and those despairing words
haunted-my bain, and 1 feel that j have
realized only too truly what it is to be aban
doned of God in the fearful hour of death."
For many days Mrs. Field could-not rally from
the same influence, and her tender conscience
furnished her with occasions of reproach for
not havingumade even greater or more persist
eant efforts to recall Mrs. Stewart back to the
saving power of her early faith. Her husband
combated theAi scruples, and finally consoled
her by announcing, to her great surprise, the
fact of his own cpnversion, all the preliminaries
-of whichhe had been pursuing without her
nowledge for several months, making himself
perfectly familiar with every-phase of Catholic
"I have you, Ella," he said, " under God, to
thank for this great grace. It, was your firm
ness, your heroic courage in clinging, through
even your deepest love and strongest interest,'
to your creed, that first led me to believe that
there must he, sHome abseorhing attraction, sonme.
vital prineiple of more Iinding force than ex
ists among the Protestant sects. They can
change their form of worship as easily as their
gloves, and neither ministers nor the laity have
any hesitation in lpartaking of the services or
communion ii, churches of the most opposite
tenets, should their own doors I,y any chance
he closed. My inquiries, my conversations
with Father Ii- have all resulted to my full
and perfect satisfactioin. S,, henceforth, nmy
dear love, nothing can divide us, and the ote
golden lisk which has been the only thing
wanting to perfect our union, now gathers up
the broken chain of our joys and sorrows, and
welds therm into one stroing hotnd which death
alone can sneve.r.
The" relatives of Mfr. l':atrmnaulge, ultin hearinig
fotMrs tatit's death, at once iiade pplica
Lion ibr the chldrean W be given *olt riha e,
and as Mr. Stewart felt assured of their ability
and affectionate interest to provide for them,
and recognizing, also, their prior claim, he gaive
his consent,and, with some feeling of regret,
bade them adieu forever.
The shock received at the moment of his
ife's dissolution produced an impression that
dyer left his mind. The contrast of her bril
ant, aspiring life, with her full beauty and
endless striving after a happiness, which, after
all, only tonched her fingers to elude their
grasp; the restless torture of those last six
months of life, which culminated in a death so
fearful and suggestive, were subjects ever
present to his mind, breaking up not only his
spirits but his health. He becanme more con
.stant'in "Ii-attendance at church, but derived
but little consolation from the repellant fatal
ism of Calyinistic doctrines.
The only interest now left him in life was
centered in his children, and he looked anxious
Ly, hopeilly forward to the time of their ma
ority, when once more he could feel that his
home possessed a charm. In time his fullest
hopes were realized, and he had every reason
to rejoice in the hour that had induced him to
lace'them anderthe elevating influence of
Catholio morality and religion. When Kate
was seventeen she returned home and was in
stalled mistress of her father's house. Inherit
ing the beauty and amiability of her mother,
combined with a-dash of her father's stronger
will, with a heart-deeply impressionable to all
elevating-and virtuous influences, she stood
securely upon the rock that held her above the
waves and quicksands that had proved so fatal
to her house.
A year or so after her return home, her father
was suddenly prostrated by a stroke of paraly.
sis, and though he subsequently rallied, yet it
very soon became evident that he could never
be a well man again. All the daughter's time
was plow devoted to his care and diversion, and
she gladly relinquished al- the pleasures-and
little dissipations natural to youth to find her
reward in the happiness thus aforded to her
dear father. Dennis assumed the charge of his
business affairs, and so he had his physical
maladies alone to trouble him. Mr. Strong,
the successor of the now superannuated Dr.
Beeehwooa, paid him frequent visits, but ate
always observed at their tesmintiian-that her
father seemed more fatigued than entertained
by them, but she was careful never to hint this
discovery to him, trusting to prayer and God's
grace to "work all things tetger fbrr oodt
One evening when he was feling more than
usually unwell, lyingon his coach and watch
ing Kate's nimble fingers framing a delicate
piece of work, he startled her from a preoocu
pied thought by saying:
"What book was that, daughter, you were
rea.iipg to me the other day, when I asked to
hear something from onef yo.r spiritual
"It was 'The Elevation of the Soul to God.'
Would you like me to read to you again, father?"
"Not now. I was only thinking of how bar
ren Protestant libraries are of such text books,
and how much clearer and more forcible the
salient points of Scripture are made to appear
when thus handled, than when some poor ig
norant mind is left to search and sift for itself
some truth of which it feels the need. I think
if a man had never read a word in the Bible,
that he might learn the way to salvation alone
through such a guide as that, for it strikes me
that the whole letter of the law is comprised
Kate's fingers trembled visibly over her work
as she wondered .to what these new impressions
would lead. After a pause, Mr. Stewart con.
"I feel that I have not very long to live,
daughter, and as all my worldly affairs are in
good order, I should like to be as well satisfied
with the other account yet to he settled. I
don't know how it is, but my old faith dofi't
afford me the satisfaction it formerly did; and
when I present mny doubts and objections to
aMr. Strong, he fails to give me anything sub
stantial in lieu thereof. It is true, having
been born and raised in the Presbyterian
Church, that there may be sufceient there'i
for my talvation, but, after all,I think I should
like to know something more of that faith,
which through thefideiity of the one I loved
best, and the faithlessness of the other, wrought
such terrible woe to me. tometimes I thiik
that if your mother can know of my long re
gret, that it might be some compensation for
her to see me in thosanme path at last." There
was a pause, and the stillness and twilight of
the room seemed tilled with the prese'nce of in
"' Father,-would yonulike to see the C(atheolie
"No, my child, notlim. Ilis presenci is~alht
with too many sad and reproaclnful memornes;
but I have met Father C-, and I think L
should be willing to have a talk with hin,,. I
don't exactly know, Kate, what impression has
beon conveyed to your mind in regard to your
dear mother's last hours. Of course, Blridget
has given you her version, and though 1-am
not disposed to question her truthfulness in
the matter, still I cannot but feel that my part
in that transaction, as it appears, undivested of
explanation, assumes a species of tyranny and
persecution, which, God knows, was far enough
from my heart in that distracted moment. It
is impossible for yon, from your religionustand
point to form a ,,rrectt idea of the motives
which irimpelled such a course as I pursued.
Side by side with heathen idolatry was en
grafted in may education a horror and aversion
of the Catholic Church. I was taught to bo
lievu that it was a combination of idolatry, su
perstition-, and priestcraft, for the subversion
of all just government, of family unity, and of
all purity in religious worship. That it 'was
a prodigious structure of imposture and
wickedness.' scarcely anything more indeed
than a 'baptized paganism, amalgamated
with the superstitions of heathenism, which
Christianity was intended to abolish. Those
forms which seemed externally good I wan
taught were mere baits wherewith to en
trap the inmnocent and unsuspicious intc
thei fold, anld for this ptrpose every Cathe
li· household contained sr Jisit in dl
guise. With thee eonvilets, then, firmly
rooted in lay mind, I loved and married your
dlear mother, and 1. beliefed it to be a sacred
duty, one for which I was accountable to God,
to use every means persunaive or forcible, to
witJhdraw her from the contam ingin fluence
of such a creed--just as I should have striven
to rescue her front the encroachments of an in
sidious disease. When I saw howr pure and
fervent were the lives of many of those vota
ries, a doubt at times would cross my mind as
to the reliability of my information; but turn
ing to theolrty text book within reach, the old
impressions would be confirmed by even more
startling developments, purporting to have
been written by perverts from those errors. I
look back now with wonder at my own credul
ity, and the want of common sense that took
me to the enemies instead of the disinterested
friends to learn what wa..true and what false
in that much abused doctrinn Bnt the ecales
have long since fallen I and though I am not
yet prepared to embrace all that your Church
teaches, still I am willing and anxious to ex
amine into every doubt, and to be guided there.
after by my convictions."
The following morning, Kate made an early
visit to FatherC-- and obtained his promise
to call without dely upon her father. Many
and long were the conferenpes held by the two
gentlemen, Mr. Stewartstoutly contestingevery
inch of ground, and bringing into play ll the
strong points of the Westminter Confeesiea,.
forgetting, however, in his zeal, the Arian and
Socinian views which had been advocated by
many of the ministers and laity, thereby in
validating the infallibility of thisMagnaCharta
of Calvinism. But finally truth prevailed over
falsehood, and the might of centuries boredown
the weak sapling of yesterday's growth, and
the large army of-apostles and martyrs bore to
his mind incontestible testimony, by their
teaching and blood, to the stability, power, and
truth of the Rock of Ages.
At his earnest desire, and ii -view of his
rapidly faling pwers-preparation were made.
for Mr. Stewart's early reception into the
Church, at which Mr. and Mrs. Field acted as
sponsors; and thus, in the mysterious decrees
of Provid e, the graoes that were rejected
and lost by the Catholic wife, became a free
gift to the unbelieving husband. The three
sacraments of the living were followed in lose .
smacesion by those fdr the dying, and in a
peace of mind inexpressibly calm and sustain
lng, Mr. Stewart passed, amid the tears of his
children, fkom the narrow portal of time into
the wide gates of eternity.
Dennis succeeded his father in the old firm,
-and was in a few years settled in the-same
home, the scene of so many changes, with a
little family of his own growing about his knee.
Kate, deeply impressedi by the _fatuity and
vanity of worldly pleasures, as exemplified in
the lives of the two who had been nearest to
her in blood aud ecion, rferred to fellow
her Lord through the highways and by-paths
of life, where the poor and seing lay in pa
tient waiting for help. When the cholera
visited the city, many, many lone ones who
had once known home and friends, listened
eagerly for the sound of her footstep, looked
up into her face, and through the might of ite
loveliness, "thought indeed to behold there
gleams of celestial light encircle her forehead
And thus, in the garb of a "Little Mister of
the Poor," with the red cross upon her bosom,
which is but the insignia of the true one within
her heart, does she still carry comfort and aid
to many helpless ones, and they " turn on their
pillows of pail,- to gaze as she passes, for her
presence falls "on their hearts like a ray of
sun on the walls of a prison."
DIOcEsE OP BALTIMORE.-Confiremitioas.
On Trinity Sunday, 8th nit., the Most Rev.
Archbishop administered confirmation in
the Metropolitan Church after the seven
o'clock mass. Two hundred and sixteen
were confirmed, of whom thirty-eight were
converts to bur holy faith. If we add
twenty-six other eonverts confirmed in the
Cathedral within the last seven months, thr
total number for little more than half a
year will be sixty-four. This speaks well
for the efficient zeal of the clergy attached
to the Metropolitan Church of Baltimore.
On the Feast of Corpus Christi the Meost
Rev. Archbishop confirmed one hundred
and sixteen at the Church of St. Agnes, near
Catonsville, now served by the zealous
Passionist Fathers. Of these, sixteen were
converts. On the same day, at twelve
o'clock, six young ladies were confirmed at
tihe flourishing Academy of Mount de Sales,
of whom three wete converts. -In the after
noon the Most Rev. Archbishop proceeded
to St. Paul's Church, Ellicott City, where,
at half-past four, he confirmed fifty-two, of
whom six were converts. Several of the
boys confirmed were students of Rock Hill
Academy. Total number confirmed, three
hundred and ninety ; converts, sixty three;
being more than sixteen per cent. of the
total number confirmed.-BaUtimore Mirror.
lREV. FATHERt YOUNG.-Fathcr Lambert
Young, the Catholic priest who has been
confined in the Louisvillo Kentucky-ifor-
declining to testify in the Frankfort lynch
ing case, before the United States Court,
was released on the 22d of June, by Judge
Ballard, on bond. Father Young was dan
gerously attacked by erysipelas about.three
years ago, and his confnement -in jail
caused -the disease to break out again.
The bond was fixed atone thousand dollars,
for ten days, or such time as he may have
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