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The May number of this valuable pub
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age at the hands of all who admire fine
writing and instructive articles.
“Prison Prose and Poetry of the
South.” —Col. B. H. Jones, of Lewis
burg, West Ya., is compiling a book
of some 400 or 500 pages, of the writings
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piler desires to obtain enough in this
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ment is from “Birdie,of Columbus, Ga.
A Beautiful Piece of Work. —We
have seen a beautiful piece of work exe
cuted by Mrs. Pritchard, of this city, io r
the Catholic Fair, shortly to be held at
Charleston, S. C. It is a cottage and gar
den, with water and trees, men and wo
men, deer, sheep, and other figures, all
arranged in the most natural waT T ANARUS, and
forming a very neat ornament for the
parlor. It is very creditable to the taste
and industry of the excellent lady who
made it, and will, we are sure, add no
little to the receipts of the Fair.
Scott’s Monthly Magazine. —The April
number of this ably edited and neatly
printed Magazine is before us. It is a
Southern enterprise and worthy of South
ern support. It is published at Atlanta,
Ga, by Phillips & Crew, at SI,OO per
annum, in advance. Rev. W. J. Scott
and H. T. Phillips, Editors.
Our Editor.—Father Ryan has re
turned from Richmond.
[For the Banner of the South.]
AN EXTRACT FROM MY JOURNAL.
When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul that slumbered,
To a holy calm delight ;
E’re the evening lamps are lighted,
And like phantoms grim and tali,
Shadows from the fitful firelight
Dance upon the parlor wall ;
Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door,
The beloved the tru* hearted,
Come to visit mo once more.
Longfellow.
Creation sleeps ! ’Tis an the general pulse
Os life stood still, and nature made a pause ;
An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Young.
How beautiful, and, yet how sad the
night is! how profound would be the dark
ness, when the sable Goddess stretches
forth her “leaden sceptre’’ o’er a slum
bering world, were it not for yon glorious
orb, so fraught with charity and love :
“Leaving that beautiful, that still was eo,
And making that which was not.”
The clouds have turned their silver
lining to the night, and a black garment
no longer covers the earth. Can it be
that this is the same moon whose silver
crescent was hung in the blue heavens
when the first night “shadowed the infant
world with its mysterious wing ?” Is it
the same moon that rocks tho restless tide
from shore to shore ? That same moon
to whose honor the King of Israel erected
the most splendid edifice human labor
could construct ? or which tho Spar
tans sacrificed their share of glory on
the field of Marathon ? How sweet to
the watchful eyes of the weary laborer,
us she peeys from her curtain of clouds .
how eagerly he turns to look on that wel
come face, and thinks that the eyes of
his own true wife are watching that same
faithful friend, whose modest face is kindly
directing him through the frozen wil
derness, to the door of his cheerful cottage.
Oh, moon! so benign, bland, and softly
beautiful, have you no fellowship with
human frailty? why look so kindly, so
smilingly, upon us, if you have no sympa
thy with the erring ? Do you not shine
as brightly on the clinging ivy, the broken
column, as on the marble floors and tapes
tried walls of the palace ? touching with
the samet radiance the humble leaves
and nameless blossoms, as the stately
dome of some thickly peopled city—and,
above all, do you not tell us of the con
stant and untiring love of the “Good
Shepherd ?”
This quiet, moonlight night gently and
sweetly soothes my restless spirit, yet
fills my soul t\ it!; sadness. My thoughts
are with him, vu-ose kindness in permit
ting me to gaz * on the beautiful of earth,
I have so little deserved.
As I lean my head far out on the win
dow sill, the winds whisper a sad, plain
tive melody, like the faint murmur of
some woodland bird. The nestling hand
of memory is upon my heart, and draw
ing back the curtains of the past. What
is this ! a sound as if
‘ ‘Heaven opened wide
n?r ever-during gates, harmonious sound,
On golden hinges turning."
What are these whispers which seem
borne on gentle gales to my listening
ears like a “stream of rich distilled per
fumes ?” Ay! you are here, sweet Friends,
i e’en from the Silent Land have you come
to comfort me. How often since th e fare
well was spoken have I felt as
“A harp whoso master chord is gone ;
A wounded bird that has but one
Unbroken wing to soar upon.”
I have heard you, and no more will I let
the sweet gushing fountains of my heart
be choked up, or withered into bitter
ness.
Lost, loved friends and companions,
fancy’s loving light is not precious, is
not real enough for my eager, yearning
soul. Why are ye like the melting of
he stars into the sky e’en while we are
gazing on them ? A dream in its sweet
ness rudely broken. Why cannot I clasp
tyou to my bosom, and keep you just this
one lonely night, till “morn would clasp
about my neck her dewy arms,” and you
could silently glide away into the Spirit
Land.
“O Land ! O Land !
For all the broken hearted
The wildest herald by our fate allotted,
Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand
To lead us with a gentle hand
To the land of the great departed,
Into the Silent Laud !”
Eppie. B. C.
Macon, 18(18.
PRESS NOTICES-
The next is clipped from the Waynes
boro (Ga.) Times, and is so liberal in its
character, neat and chaste in its tone, that
we give it entire. We only wish that
such sentiments were more general among
our people, and the foolish prejudices
against the Catholic Church which exists
in this country, could be dispelled :
The Banner of the South. —The
brilliant fame of Father Ryan has led us
to expect much of his paper. We knew,
indeed, that many writers had signally
failed as editors; hut the pure taste, the
eloquence, the earnestness, the zeal and
the patriotism of the distinguished Poet-
Priest, had left us little room to doubt,
that, under his auspices, a most valuable
literary and political journal would be
produced. And we are gratified to say
that we have not been disappointed. Th©
first issue contains a salutatory aglow
with a modest blush, but radiant with the
genius of Father Ryan; and an article
which may be appropriately termed a de
claration of fundamental principles. It is,
indeed, an able and truly eloquent piece
of writing. We rood it more than once,
and with unabated pleasure. But Father
Ryan is mistaken, if he supposes his
Catholicism will lesson his popularity or
his patronage. His compatriots are not
Puritans or bigots, but his brethren, and
“love him like a brother.” We are not a
Catholic. We should be far wiser and
better, perhaps, if we were. But Catho
licism is an accomplished fact, and few
know anything about it, except that it is
fashionable to abuse it. Far back in the
early dawn of Hope’s eternal day, her
ancient temples stand; and now, through
the shadows of nearly twenty centuries,
their marble columns still glisten in all
their pristine splendor. Trough the mu
tations of Time she bore triumphant the
Ark of the Covenant—that Covenant
which secures salvation by faith in a blessed
Redeemer—and she alone saved from
eternal oblivion all that is dear to learning
and letters Her birth anti-dates the
Resurrection, and, in the fine language
of Macaulay, “she may continue to exist
when some future traveller from New
Zealand, shall pause upon the broken
arches of London Bridge to sketch the
ruins of St. Paul’s.”
No one will need ask “what are Father
Ryan’s politics?” for all know that he is
a patriot.
We should rejoice to see this paper in
every family of the South. It will pre
serve for ourselves and our children the
odorious nunneries and traditions of our
Lost Cause.
Subscribe at once, and secure, if possi
ble, the back numbers.
ASSASSINATION OF D’ARCY M’GEE.
'Hon. Thomas D’Arcy McGee, who was
at one time a member of the Young Ire
land party, and the associate of John
Mitehel and the late Thomas Francis
Meagher, but who, of late years, has oc
cupied a prominent position in Canadian
Politics, met his death, as already stated,
on the 7th insfc., by the hand of an assas
sin, at Ottawa, the Capital of the new
Dominion of Canada.
A dispatch, giving an account of the
murder, says :
The ball passed through his head, and
lodged in the dcor, which 31 r. McGee
was in the act of opening. A son of
Mrs. Trotter, who is one of the Parlia
ment pages, was returning home, and was
some distance from the house when he
1 heard the shot.
On reaching his mother’s door, he found
Mr McGee dead on the pavement, lie
saw no person in the neighborhood, and
hoard no footsteps. The night was bright
and clear.
Mr. McGee had just left the Parlia
ment House, and had a cigar in his mouth
when he was killed. ITis brains exuded
from his wound, and the sidewalk was
covered with his blood. This fact, in.
connection with that of the ball lodging
in the door-post, seems to indicate that the
weapon was held close to his head when
fired.
Interview with the Suspected As
sassin.—We have just had an interview
with the prisoner Whelan in the cells.
He is a bold, dashing, well dressed fel
low, with gold watch and chain, and very
daring and self-possessed. He recounted
readily his history, stating that lie was in
Captain Scott’s volunteer company, in
Quebec, two years ago, alid that he served
during the Fenian raid. Subsequently,
he I'cm‘oved to Montreal, where lie fol
lowed his occupation of tailoring, working
at Gibb & Co’s., Montreal, and also at
Vail in’s establishment, Quebec. In Mon
treal he married, and twelve months since
removed to Ottawa, and was working at
Eagleson's tailoring establishment. Since
the House assembled, he lias been, accord
ing to his own account, a frequent attend
ant to hear the debates, and last night
went with this object, having first noti
fied a Montreal friend, who is now a
waiter in the Russell Hotel, that he in
tended going there. He says he went
straight to the House, but a woman here
says he was in her house at eleven o’clock
that night, drinking with a man. He says
he stayed in the House till he heard them
talk of adjournment, that he then left,
came to Russels, stayed at the corner
talking with John Doyle, a waiter, and
heard them talk about Mr. McGee being
shot, but did not go to see anything about
the murder he became angry, said one
man’s meat ia another man’s poison, and
refused to answer any more questions
When he was areested, this evening, the
six-barallcd was all loaded except one
barrel, which was discharged, lie says
the revolver was loaded some time ago
and that it had not.bcen discharged for a
long time, except once when a girl in the
house took it from his trunk, and dis
charged a barrel, injuring her own arm.
—Ottawa Correspondence of the Toronto
Globe.
Mr. McGee’s Life Previously At
tempted—Proof Against Arrested
Parties. —Mr. McGee was just recover
ing after his long and tedious illness, and
it is said that in all probability his assas
sin hailed from this quarter.
Mr. McGee was intensely disliked by
a faction of his countrymen here, as in
Montreal, and there is no doubt hut he
anticipated this bloody end long since.
Os late he has been most temperate
and abstemious, but he always had on him
the shadow of coming disaster. In Mon
treal he feared a violent end, and his peo
ple were very careful always about ad
mitting persons into his house.
His doors were kept constantly locked,
and extra police were put on the street
here. Generally someone walked home
with him, as was the case last night, when
he was accompanied by the Buckleys, up
to almost the moment of the fatal shot.
Several circumstances are mentioned
which show that Mr. McGee’s steps have
been dogged for some time. Two parties
who accompanied him to his lodgings
after St. Patrick’s dinner, recently, were
to-day informed that they were followed
by suspicious h cfcing men until they had
parted from Mr. McGee at his door. On
Friday night, Messrs. Hunter and Rose
going home, as they passed near Mr.
McGee’s lodgings, heard a pistol shot,
and immediately after met 31 r. 3lcGce,
who had probably been fired at, but
seemed unconscious of it. Pistol shots
have been frequently heard in that neigh
borhood at night, as if to accustom peo
ple to the sound. —Ottawa Correspond
ence of the Toron'o Globe.
Slattery, one of the accused is said to
be a Head Centre, who has been for some
time past passing his time between this
city and New York. lie is a very sus
picious looking character. The two last
named arrests are believed to be the most
important made. A man who went by
the name of James Sullivan in Quebec
two years ago, and who now takes the
name of James Whelan, was arrested
about an hour ago at 3lr. Starnes hotel,
Clarence street. When nabbed he had
on him a six shooter, fully loaded, and ad
mitted having been in the House of Com
mons up to two o’clock last night, when
the debate closed, and of having been sub
sequently at the Russell House corner in
company with another person, who has
also been arrested. The Russell House
is only two blocks from the scene of the
murder on the same street. The pistol
which Whelan had would fit a bullet ex
actly such as that found at Mrs. Trotter’s
door, and taken in conjunction with the
other circumstances, this prisoner seems
more likely to be criminal than any yet
arrested. *lt is a notable circumstance
that last Friday night a pistol shot was
heard in Sparks street, in the neighooi
hood of Trotter’s, soon after the house ad
journed ; and subsequently a pistol bullet
mark was discovered in the sill ot one op
Mrs. Trotter’s windows. This would lead
to the belief that there have been previous
attempts to take away 3D'. 3icGec s lhe.
Mr. McGee’s Family.— A feeling of
deep sympathy has been excited for 3lrs.
3lcGee and her family, deprived of hus
band and father by the hand of an assas
sin. The news was telegraphed yester
day morning to 3lr. J. H. Daly, who bad
word sent immediately to two ot Mr.
3lcGee’s most intimate friends, that means
might be taken to have the distressing
intelligence broken to the widow. The
Rev. 31 r. Dowd, who had also been ap
prised of the melancholy event/requested
two of the Gray Nuns to go at once to the
house. This they did, and on arriv i:ig
found two gentlemen at tho noor who liau
just preceded them. On breaking teic
news, which was done as quietly as pos
sible, the distress of the poor lady was
uncontrollable. I lie nuns remained with
her, endeavoring to impart such consola
tion as they could under the circumstances,
until the arrival of the Rev. Mr. Dowd,
by whose efforts she was restored to some
degree of calmness, interrupted, however,
by outbursts of grief as she appeared to
realize the irreparable loss she had sus
tained. His daughter, a young lady of
sixteen, who was at the Convent of \\ ood
lauds, was sent for, the only other child,
a girl of about nine years old, being with
her mother. The friends ot the family
were assiduous in their attentions, only
the most intimate, however, being ad
mitted. Several of the intimate friends
of deceased went to Ottawa by first train
to receive his remains.
[Montreal Herald.
STABAT MATER,
A correspondent of the Baltimore Mir
ror sends that paper the following trans
lation of one of the grandest hymns of
the Catholic Ritual:
i.
Broken-hearted, lo! and tearful,
Bowed beside that Cross so fearful,
Stands the Mother by the Son !
Through her bosom, sympathizing
JDi ills mortal agonizing,
Deep and keen the steel has gone.
n.
How afflicted, how distressed,
Stands she now, that Virgin Blessed,
By that tree of wo and scorn ;
Mark her tremble, droop, and languish,
Gazing on that awful anguish
Os her Child, the Only-Born !
in.
Who may see, nor share her weeping,
Christ the Saviour’s Mother keeping
Grief’s wild watch, so sad and lone?
Who behold her bosom sharing
Every pang His soul is bearing,
Nor receive them in His own?
IV.
Ransom for a world’s offending,
Lo, her Son and God is bending
That dear head to wounds and blows ;
’Mid the body’s laceration,
And the spirit's desolation,
As his life-blood darkly flows.
V.
Fount of love, in this dread hour,
Teach me all thy sorrow’s power,
Bid me share its grievous load ;
O’er my heart thy spirit pouring,
Bid it burn in meet adoring
Os its martyred Christ and God !
VI.
Be my prayer, O Mother, granted,
And within my heart implanted
Every gash whose crimson tide,
From that spotless victim streaming,
Deigns to flow for my redeeming,
Mother of the Crucified!
VII.
Every sigh of thy affliction—
Every pang of crucihxion—
Teach me all their agony 1
At His cross forever bending,
In thy grief forever blending,
Mother, let me live and die.
VIII.
Virgin, of all virgins highest,
Humble prayer who ne’er deniest,
Teach me how to share thy woe !
All Christ’s Passion’s depth revealing,
Quicken every <piivei*i:ug feeling,
All its bitterness to know!
IX.
Bid me drink that heavenly madness,
Mingled bliss of grief and gladness,
Ot the Cross of thy dt ar Son!
With His love my soul inflaming,
Plead for it, oh, Virgin, claiming
Mercy at His judgment throne!
X.
Shelter at that Cross oh yield me,
By the death of Christ, on shield me,
Comfort with thy grace and aid !
And, oh, Mother, bid my spirit
Joys of Paradise inherit,
When its clay to rest is laid I
FOR EVER AND EVER! AMEN !