106 CHURCH HISTORY REPEATING ITSELF.
spots they have consecrated for ages by their self-sacrificing
toil and prayer; from the soil they have enriched by their
sweat, their tears, and their blood. Sacrilegious hands may
level the convent-belrfy to the dust, and pluck out the metal
tongue that has long and lovingly invited the favored abo
rigine to the true worship of his God, yet the music of the
ancient mission-bell will ever continue to echo through the
corridors of romantic history, bearing melodious witness
against the vandals who conspired to rob a happy people of
that angel summoner to the blessed realms of prayer and
Ruthless bigots or crafty diplomats may succeed in de
molishing or purloining theantique mission-houses and schools;
but the picturesque phantoms of the old-time Padres and their
gentle neophytes will never cease to flit through their primi
tive haunts, wliispering constantly to all godless intruders the
names of the patrons of their shadowy shrine titles as im
mortal as are the holy ones who bore them, and whose mem
ory is held in benediction by angels and men.
Full tenderly and loyally then may each one of us unite
in conclusion with the gifted author who has been privileged
to wander and muse "in the footprints of the Padres," when
he thus apostrophizes the genius of the departed mission-
"Ring, gentle Angelus! ring in my dream,
But wake me not, for I would rather seem
To live the life they lived who've slumbered long
Beneath their fallen altars, than to waken
And find their sanctuaries thus forsaken:
God grant their memory may survive in song!"
Eleanor C. Donnelly in Jlfoslier's Magazine.
xml | txt