The Irish standard. [volume], October 23, 1886, Image 1

About The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920

Image provided by: Minnesota Historical Society; Saint Paul, MN

                
•i
.8
'H
t1
4«
I
VOLUME II.
M.
W
4
k:
.iff.'..
I
The Pull Text of the Pope's Brief
Begard to tlie Rehabilitation
of the Jesuits.
LYING" ENGLISH PRESS
At Its Old Trick of Calumniating the
IToble Order of the So
ciety of Jesus.
In view of the ignorant or malignant
gabble even in this country, about the
Rescript concerning the Society of Je
sus recently issued bv the Holy Father,
the following article, taken from the
London Tablet, will be read with great
interest:
Writers have often displayed their
ingenuity in describing what may be
supposed to be the feelings that would
arise in the breast of a man who was
miraculously transported from the cen-.
tury in which he was born to another
remote period of time. What figure
would one of our new-fledged Darons
make if he found himself a member of
the assemblage that gathered round the
Saxon King who "wore his crown" at
Westminster Or how would the Gre
cian Admiral conduct himself if he
found
hi3
fleet of hundreds of well-ap­
pointed triremes confronted by a penny
steamboat from the Thames? Would
the credit of Dr. Titus Oates have sur
vived a cross examiaation by Sir
Charles Russell What measures
would'the Roman Senate have taken to
suppress a modern newspaper Specu
lations of this kind might be thought
to be mere exercises of ingenuity, fit
only to call out the abilities of a school
boy but within the last few days a
great part of the Er.glisb readiug world
has actually experienced a change like
to that which might have been thought
impossible: and the solemn Times,the
Saturday Review, full as ever of sham
learning, and the yelping Church
Times, with we know not how many
more journals in their train, have car
ried us back to the ages which, we had
had supposed, had passed away forever
-the ages when, according to the be
lief of the average Englishman Jesuits
ossessed not the will only, but the
knowledge and power, to administer
poison and antidote at their choice, and
when it was rare for a person of dis
tinction to die without some tale relat
ing how black spots had appeared upon
his body, indicating the virulence of
the drug that had brought him to his
grave. Suspicion of this sort is still,
we are told, rife among savages but we
are not, we confess, prepared to find,
that notions of this kind were preva
lent in the minds of our own country
men and contemporaries and that
men whom we may meet daily in the
Strand were capabl9 of supposing that
they would find credence, when they
represented that Father Purbrick was
the partner and ally of men who would
by poison cause mortal agony to Pope
Leo XIII., and then withold the anti
dote which they alone possessed until
they had extorted a spiritual favor."
Following is the full text of the
Pope's brief in regard to the rehabilita
tion of the Jesuits:
"Among .the causes of grief which af
flict our souls in the gulf of perturba
tions so profound at the present time,
are the injustices and injuries with
which the religious families of regular
orders are overwhelmed. Founded by
great saints they have been useful both
to the Catholic Church, of which they
form an ornament, and to even civil so
ciety, which draws therefrom serious
advantages. From all times these or
ders have merited much from religioi.
and literature. They have also con
tributed greatly to the salvation of
souls. Consequently we like, when the
occasion presents itself, to accord to re-'
ligiops orders the praise which they
merit so well like our predecessors,
we take pleasure in testifying highly
and publicly our affectionate good-will
toward them. Now, then, we know
that for some years past there is being
prepared a new edition of the work en
titled "The Institution of the Society
of Jesus," to the completion of which
our dear son Antoine Maria Anderledy,
vicar-general of the society, has applied
himself assidiously, and that there only
remains to be re-edited the last part,
containing the apostolical letters ad
dressed to the Society of Jesus to St.
Ignatius of Lovala, its funder, and to
/other superiors general.
VvTeseize with cheerfulness the occa
sion of showing our affection for the
•Socjiety OfJesus, which has merited so
wmuch from the church and society.
^Consequently we approved of the com
incededition of the work above men
work at the same time glo
||^|J|»id useful to the society we
^^^iTOithis work and desire to see
Aniiuatioii and completion. But
rtighly manifest our love toward
uty of Jeeus, in virtue of our
apostolical letters, each and every one
of them having for their object the es
tablishment and confirmation of this
society letters given by the Roman
Pontiffs, our predecessors from Paul
III., of happy memory, down to our
days, whether they are in the form of
Bulls or simple Briefs. We confirm
and grant anew all that is therein con
tained, and which can be derived there
from, as well as the privileges, immu
nities, exemptions, indulgences, each
and every one the same society,
either directly or indirectly, or by com
munication with the other regular or
ders, provided, however, that these
concessions do not bear any prejudice
to this society, and that they were not
abrogated and revoked by the Council
of Trent or by other constitutions of
the Apostolic See.
"This is why we decree that the
present letters have, and will in the
future
have, force, value, and efliciency
desiring that they may obtain and de
rive their full and entire effects and
carry all their advantages to those con
cerned and all tnev will concern. Not
withstanding the brief Dominus ac Re
demptor of Pope Clement XIY, under
date of July 21, MDCCLXXIII, and
other pieces whatever, which will be
contrary, were they only worthy of a
special and individual mention and de
rogation we here derogate specially
and expressly but with a view to these
presents. Let our present letters be a
testimonial of the love that we bear
and that we have always borne to the
illustrious Society of Jesus, so devoted
to our predecessors and ourselves
fruitful foster-mother of eminent men
by the glory of holiness and science
source and support of sound and solid
doctrine, a society which, in spite of
the violent persecution it endured for
justice sake, never ceases to labor in
the vineyard of the Lord with a joyous
ardor and an invincible courage.
"Adorned by so great merits, recom
mended by the Council of Trent itself,
overwhelmed with praise by our pre
decessors, may the Society of Jesus
then continue, in the midst of the un
just hatreds turned loose against the
Church of Jesus Christ may it pursue
the end oi its institution forthe greater
glory of God and the eternal salvation
of souls. May it continue its mission
of leading and restoring, by holy ex
peditions, the infidels and heretics to
die light of truth, to form youth to the
practice of Christian virtue and litera
ture to teach philosophy and theology
according to the spirit of the angelic
doctor. In the meantime we embrace
with a lively affection the Society of
Jesus, which is very dear to us, and
we give the Superior-General, to his
Vicar and to all his children of this so
ciety our Apostolic Benediction.
"Given at Rome, near St. Peter, un
der the ring of the fisherman, this 13fch
day of July, MDCCGLXXXVI, this
ninth year of our Pontificate.
E. LEDOCHOWSKI."
MONA.*
There is left a tender memory
Aud the music of her name."
Little Monn, such they named her,
And she grew a baby sweet,
Cooed and crowed and kissed and scampered
Here aud there with chubby feet.
And the grasses made her carpet,
And the flowers all she knew,
Culled them with her dimpled fingers
In wild places where they grew.
And the birds piped carols for her
Up among the leafy trees.
Caught up snatches of her singing
Carried to them on the breeze.
And the breakers of blue waters,
Playing near in whited bands,
Learned the music of her naming,
Arid they joined their dripping hands
And chased back and forth repeating
"Mona, Mona!" o'er the sands.
And the birds flew down to greet them,
And he flow'rs ran o'er to meet them,
And the leafy trees shook fingers
At them playing on the sands.
And they dashed and splashed and spattered
Till she heard them in her sleep.
And ran hast'ningto make question
Why they wakened her from sleep.
And they told her of their loving
In all tender ways they knew,
And she watched the birds'8 fleet wineing,
And the leafy branches swinging,
Till at last she tire^ grew,
And lay down amid the grasses,
'Mid the flowers and the dew,
And she never more will waken
All the coming seasons thro'.
And the waves keep sighing "Mona!"
Thro* the watches of the night,
And the wild bii ds warble "Motaa!"
From the earliest dawu of light.
And the flowers that she loved so,.
That she culled with baby hands,
Have made covering for Mona,
Where she steeps down near the sands.
And the towering trees make shelter
From the pelting rain and heat,
And the grasses have spread carpet
For the coming of her feet.
But she never more will waken
All the coming seasons thro',
Till the stars are all down shaken
From the dome of heaven's blue.
Then the angels will call'-Mona!"
And she'll waken them to greet,
And they'll lead her thro'the chaos
To the gentle
Saviour's feet.
Where the weary cease from mourning.
And the loved and parted meet.
—LORA.
Written in memory of tne little daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. John F. Finerty, of whom the ar
tist* Mr. Mulvaney, has lately completed, much
to the comfort of the parents, a life-like portrait.
PatrickRogan was accidentally shot
in the arm last Sunday by some boys
who were out hunting on the East side.
A STORY IN FOUR CHAPTERS.
Poor Irish Girl Proves Herself
Heroine Kathleen O'Neil,
Trusted and True,
A HEARTLESS, CRUEL MISTRESS.
"If I Was Only at Home, Where the Poor
est and Meanest Have a Kind
Word for Each Other."
CHAPTER I.
"Kathleen, is it possible that you are
crying again? Did I not t^ll you that
I would discharge you if I found you
indulging in that foolish whimpering
any more?"
Poor Kathleen O'Neil had been dust
ing the elegantly furnished drawing
room, and she stood before an exquisite
painting of one of the blue, sparkling
Irish lakes, set in gold-green shores,
with a sky beyond like liquid amber,—
stood with her apron to her eyes and
her ruddy cheeks deluged with tears.
"I couldn't help it ma'am," she
3obbed "but it puts me in mind of
home."
"Home," scornfully echoed Mrs. Ar
nott. "Your home! A shanty in a bog.
It isn't likely you ever saw such a spot
as that."'
"Deeddid I, then, ma'am," answered
Kathleen, "and many a time. For we
lived beyant them same green shores
when—"
"There that will do," said Mrs. Ar
nott, coldly: "I don't care to hear about
any reminiscences."
Kathleen did not understand the five
syllabled word, but her quick nature
comprehended the sarcastic tone. The
tears were dried in their fount the scar
let spot glowed in her cheek.
"She looks down on me as if I was a
dog!" Kathleen thought to herself.
•'An' sure it's the same flesh and blood
God has given us both. How would she
like it, I wonder, to be in a strange land,
and niver a kind word spoken to? Oh,
but if I could see mother, and little
Honora, and Teddy, that's but a baby
yet but it's the blue sea rolls between
us, and it's all alone thai I am!"
Poor Kathleen! the sense of desola
tion came upon her with a sickening
power just then, as she stood before
the
sweet
Kathleen was just bringing up the
tray, and Mrs. Arnott's words sounded
distinctly in her ears as she paused on
the top step to get breath.
"Of course, my dear," said Mrs. Tud
or Audor, sympathetically, "they're
bad, thoroughly bad, the whole lot of
them. I'd send them all back to their
native country if it lay in my power."
"I wish they were all at the bottom
of the sea," said Mrs. Arnott, "and
then perhaps we would have a chance
to employ Swedes or Chinese, or some
body that would at least earn their
bread. Is that you, Kathleen? Why
don't you bring in the ice water at once
instead of standing there?"
Kathleen obeyed but the dreary
homesick feeling that thrilled through
all her pulses can hardlv be described.
"If I was only at home again," she
thought, "where the poorest and mean
est have a kind word for each other!
They scorn and hate me here and sure,
I've tried to do my best but the lady
has a heart of stone, and even the little
children in the nursery, with their
French maid, make fun of Irish Kath
leen."
And the lone exile wept herself to
sleep on her solitary pillow that night.
It was a mere closet of a room without
light or ventilation, that she occupied.
Mrs Arnott thought the place was good
enough for Kathleen. The bed was hard
and insufficiently provided with cloth
ing, but, as Mrs. Arnott carelessly ob
served,it was no doubt a great deal bet
ter than she was accustomed to at
home. And she had just paid a large
sum for draping her drawing-room
windows with lace and brocatelle,—so,
of course, there was nothing left for
such a trifle as the comforts of her ser
vants.
MINNEAPOLIS AND ST. PAUL, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1886.
Irish lakes, with wet splashes
on her cheek, and Mis.' Arnott's cold
hard voice sounding in her ears.
"It's a great pity to be obliged to do
with these wild, untutored Irish!"
4
CHAPTER II.
"Is Kathleen sick, mamma?" little
Julia Arnott asked one day. "She
cries so much and looks so white."
Mr. Arnott, a stout-built, good-not
ured man of forty or thereabouts,
glanced up from his paper.
"What does the child mean, Lucre
tia?" he asked. "I hope you look a
little atter your girls."
"Of course I do," she said, sharply.
"Kathleen is a silent, sullen thing, and
I shall discharge her next month. Na
talia has a sister who wants the place."
"Has she any friends in the country,
—Kathleen I mean?"
"Not that I know of."
"Seems to me I wouldn't discharge
her, then. It would be rather harden
less she is guilty of some fault."
Mrs. Arnott bit her lip.
"Gentlemen understand nothing of
the management of a household," she
said tartly. "These girls haven't our
sensitive natures, either. They are
qhite used to knocking around the
world. Are you going down town
now?"
"Fes."
^1 wish you'd stop and ask Dr. Hart
to call here this morning little Clar
ence is feverish."
"Anything serious?"
"I
hope
not," the mother answered,
"but I always like to take these things
intiine."
I CHAPTER III.
Dr. Hart leaned over Clarence's little
crib. He involuntarily uttered the
name of some malignant type of fever,
just then raging in the city.
"I wish that you had sent for me be
fore. I tear that it is too late to secure
th«S exemption of your other little ones.
But with constant care we-can save the
little fellow. You have a good nurse?"
'^An excellent one. I can trust Na
talie as I would myself."
You are fortunate," said the doctor.
He had scarcely closed the door, when
Natalie came to her mistress.
"My month expires to-morrow, ma
dam
will you pay me my wages, and
let me take my departure at once?"
"But, Natalie, tlie baby is sick"—
"One's first duty is to one's self I
would not risk the infection for twice
what youpay me."
And Natalie packed her trunk and de
parted without coming into the nursery
to bid little Clarence good-by.
The cook was next to give warning.
Matilda, the laundress, took herself off
without any preliminary ceremony.
"I am going, too," said the seam
stress. "Mrs. Arnott wouldn't have
lifted her finger if we'd have been dy
ing, and I believe in doing to others as
they do tome.'
And almost before she knew it the
stricken mother was left alone by the
bedside of her suffering baby. Neigh
bors crossed on the other side of the
street friends contented themselves by
sending in to
inquire even liirednurses
avoided the malignant fever.
"Is there no one to help.me?" she
moaned, wringing her white jeweled
hands together. "Have all pity and
womanly sympathy died out of the
world?"
Asiight noise caused her to turn,
and Kathleen O'Neil was at her side,
busy arranging the table.
"I thought you, too, had gone, Kath
leen!" she cried.
"Sure, ma'am, what should I be going
for!" asked Kathleen, simply, "and the
bits of children sick, and you in sore
trouble? I nursed the little brothers
and sisters at home, and I know just
what needs to be done."
And she took the little Clarence in
her arms with a soft tenderness that,
went to the mother's heart.
"Are vou not afraid, Kathleen?"
"What should I be afraid of, ma'am?
Isn't God's sky over us all, whether it's
the green banks of Ireland or the
church steeple of this great confusing
city? Oh, ma'am, He'll not take that
bonny baby from us!"
CHAPTER IV.
All Mrs. Arnott's children had the
fever last of all she was prostrated by
it, and Kathleen watched over every
one, faithful, true, and tender.
"Kathleen," Mrs. Arnott said the
first day she sat up (the Irish girl ar
ranging the pillows about her wasted
form), "oh, Kathleen, I don't deserve
this!"
"Sure, ma'am, if we all had our de
serts in the world, it's a sorry place it
would be, I'm thinking," laughed Kath
leen.
"But, Kathleen, I was cruel to you,—
so perfectly heartless!"
"We won't talk of it, ma'am, dear,"
said Kathleen, evasively.
"But say just once that you forgive
me!" pleaded the lady once so haughty.
"I forgive you, ma'am, as free as the
sunshine," Kathleen answered softly.
"And you'll stay with me always,and
be my friend, Kathleen?"
"If God wills it, ma'am."
And Mrs. Arnott put her lips to kiss
the fresh, cool cheek of Irish Kathleen.
The years that have passed since then
have made men and women of the little
people that Kathleen nursed through
the fever, and strangers who visit Mrs.
Arnott scarcely know what to make of
the plump, comely, middle-aged woman
who moves about the house apparently
as much at home in it as the mistress
herselfwho is consulted about every
thing, who is trusted with all secrets.
"Is she housekeeper, or a servant, or
a relation?" some one asked.
Mrs. Arnott replied, "She is my true
and trusted friend, Kathleen O'Neil."
The exposition directorate at their
meeting last Saturday voted to increase
the capital stock $350,00®.
J/f x"i'Via'
JUSTIN M'CARTHY SPEAKS
Boston on Ireland's Cause, and
Listened to By Over Three
Thousand People.
LORD RANDOLPH CHURCHILL.
What Ireland Wants is to be Ruled By Ir
ishmen Making Laws in an Irish
Parliament Sitting in Dublin.
Fully 3000 people listened to Justin
Mcuarthy one evening recently in Bos
ton Theatre. A large number of cler
gymen and prominent individuals oc
cupied seats on the stage. Mr. Patrick
Donohue introduced Mayor OUBrien,
who, in his turn, introduced the lectur
er to the enthusiastic -audience, which
rose en masseand cheered Mr. McCarthy
when he came forward to speak. After
a graceful tribute to Boston, Mr. Mc
Carthy turned to liis sabject at once.
As he spoke to them smoothly and
slowly in well accented English, just
touched here and there with the breath
of a brogue, his auditors watched in
tently more than an hour the short and
square man, studying his mobile face
deep hidden in a brownish gray beard
carefully trimmed to a point, lighted
with kindly large gray eyes behind
gold-rimmed glasses. "Ireland, to
begin with, does not want four provin
cial councils," said he. "Nor will the
settlement of the agrarian troubles
alone satisfy her, whatever Lord
Churchill may say. What Ireland
wants is to be ruled by Irishmen mak
ing laws in an Irish Parliament sitting
in Dublin. Mr. McCarthy then pro
ceeded to sketch the rise of the Home
Rule party from its beginning in the
belief that with Parliament encumbered,
by a mass of local measures the living
issues could never be reached. He
traced its growth from the time when
seven members filed into the division
lobby. A little group of men, they had
decided upon a policy of refusing all
other business until the real question
was dealt with. He contiuued: "We
insist that if Englishmen, Scotchmen
and Welshmen wish the old system in
Parliament they must recognize the
fact that the Irish men are not content
with it that the people of Ireland are
determined, so long as they have a voice
in Parliament at all, to make the Eng
lish listen to the Irish den?and. They
find disagreeable names in the English
Parliament for any thing they do not
quite like, and so they call the Irish na
tional policy a policy of obstruction.
We have not been in the least degree
dismayed by the name"—he said, "call
it by any name you like obstruction,
destruction, or construction—anything
at all you please, for we mean to be
faithful to that policy which the Irish
people approve aud recommend, and
we say that until you listen to our de
mand and make ready to concede it, the
demand and the policy will continue."
Then he sketched the rise of the young
leader, the Cambridge graduate, and
when-Parnell's name came out there
was a shout of applause. The speaker
described Mr. Gladstone's stepping to
the assistance of the Natioual party,
denying the assertion of the premier's
enemies that his conversion had been a
sudden one. He said that for years
Gladstone had been in favor of
HOME GOVERNMENT FOB IRELAND,
and as soon as he saw there was a
working force of any weight he came
out with all his power for the move
ment. He dwelt upon the difficulties
with which the Nationalists bad lab
ored and enumerated their forms.
"There were the Tory secessionists,
about what you call Mugwumps in this
country," said he. "The nominal lead
er of the opposition," he added, "the
Marquis of Salisbury, is a man who, on
the strength of an imposing presence
and a great voice and a fine, penetrat
ing, rasping style of speech, passes for
a strong man. But you know, after all,
to make a really strong man, it requires
more than a commanding presence
and a big harsh voice. I count him
for nothing in the great coming strug
gle. The real leader is a younger man
of keener temper and quicker action.
He is there because he has put himself
there—Churchill. I can bear with
Churchill. I have a kind 6f sneaking
fondness for him. He is versatile in his
convictions. He has a great capacity
for self-persuasion, I have had occa
sion recently to compare him to a mon
key leaping from tree to tree. The
higher he goes the more he shows his
tail. But is there not hope for us even
in his sudden changes? He has ten
times the force of character of Lord
Salisbury. He has made his way to
the front in the House of Commons by
sheer energy and audacity and school
boy recklessness. He is resolved to
bold on. and he will soon see the only
way in which he and his party may con
tinue in office. He was a strong .Home
Ruler once, and not very lc
he may, it is quite possible, become for
his own purpose a strong Home Killer
again. Looking at the history of the
struggle, we should prefer to take
Home Rule from the hand of the states
man who first risked power and popu
larity to introduce a measure of Home
Rule for Ireland, were the English
statesman to carry that measure to suc
cess. Much, indeed, would I prefer
much, I am sure, would all my collea
gues prefer—that Home Rule for Ireland
should be achieved and accomplished
by the genius of Mr. Gladstone. We
would much rather that his name were
signed to the the completion of that
work which his patriotic purpose and
his noble, conscientious feeling first
put into definite shape and if years bs
spared him, it may well be that he shall
see that entire and perfect consumma
tion of his labors and his hopes. Yet,
of course, we Irish are solicitous for tho
Irish cause. If Churchill should offer
a broad, comprehensive and genuine
system of Home Rule, I should say
take it, but give not a word of thanks
for it. The rendering of the system
would be justice to Ireland, but mercy
to Englaud as well."
0'Cormell's Exposure of the Orange Plot
The Orange plot to dethrone Victoria
was formed about fifty years ago,
Early mthe present century Orangeism
spread to England, where it was fos
tered by the Tory chiefs, and introduced
into the army. The Duke of Cumber
land became Grand Master. The or
ganization was bound by secret oaths,
signs and pass-words, and was said to
number a grand total of 200,000 "fight
ing men," or thereabouts. It was
thought that Victoria would hot make
a sound Orange queen, and the project
was formed of putting her aside, and
placing the infernal Cumberland on the
throne—a man of "blood and iron" and
quite after the Orange heart. But the
Orange plotters were detected and baf
fled by Daniel O'Connell and his
friends. The Irish members, under the
command of tho great agitator, de
manded an inquiry into the whole sys-
tern. The Orangemen in the House of
Commons said.nothing would givia then*
greater pleasure than a thorough inves
tigation. A committee was appointed.
Important evidence, exposing the char
acter of the organization, was given
from day to day. At length tlie plot
was revealed to the committee. Col.
Fairman, its chief manager, was exam
ined and cross-examined damaging
admissions were extracted and
he was called on to produce all
books, letters and papers. He refused
the committee adjourned, and the
whole subject was brought before the
House of Commons. The Irish mem
bers demanded that Fairman should
be ordered to produce the books.
Then the Orangemen in tho house
hanged their tone, they :io long
er asked for a full inquiry. They pro
tested against the examination of tho
papers, and were as eager to prevent
investigation as they had previously
pretended to be eager for it. The House
ordered Fairman to produce the books,
orders and letters, but he refused to do
so. The Sergeant-at-Arms was thou
directed to apprehend Fairman but he
succeeded in evading the Sergeant, and
was never apprehended. But the flight
of Fairman was a mortal thrust at the
organization, and the reports of the
committee sealed the fate of Orangeism
in its original form. All the lodges
were broken up, and the society
smashed. Lator on it was reformed
ostensibly without the formalities of
oaths and passwords, but the old spirit
remains and is exhibited at every op
portunity.
St, Fechin.
St. Fechin was born in the County
Sligo and descended, from that famous
monarch, Conn of the Hundred Battles.
Previous to his ordination he under
went a course of instruction in Clon
macooise, and when ordained his de
sire for the conversion of souls waft
unequaled. Ife erected many monas
teries throughout the country, but the
chief of theai all he erected in Fore^
now a village in Westmeath, about six
miles from Oldcastle. It is said that
after fasting three days and three
nights on the banks of the Shannon an
angel appeared and directed him to this
sacred valley. According to tradition
St. Fechin wrought many miracles. A
pious clergymen named Ronan after tra^~
veiling Europe in quest of a cure for
grievous headache, was advised in Eng
land to see Fechin of Fore. Rouan obey
ed, and through the prayers of the saint
was completely restored to health. Fie
died in 664 of the yellow fever, which at
that time raged all over Ireland, and
.carried off a number of holy and
learned men
among the
and classed first in the third'ori
saints.
Articles incorporating
Iron and Steel
Monday. &
*y- .v, ''A?
^iv
„'A/W ,,
«J-
NUMBER 25,
1
/.('J#?'
'MB'"
.v)
-k
,.v-
K-
tr^
iV
•Vfi
%W