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6 L. T BLOMR & CO., PUBLISHERS AND PROPRIETORS. AUGUSTA, GA., APRIL 25, 1868. PUBLISHERS’ DEPARTMENT. TERMS: On/i copy, on 3 year, invariably in advance,.... $3 00 “ “ six months “ “ *SO Single Copies lOcts To Clubs.—'To any person sending ns a Club of 15, one copy, one year, will be given. To Clubs of 20, or more The Banner will be furnished at the rate of $2 50 per annum, In all eases the names must be furnished at the same time, and the cash must accompany each order. jfciT Dealers will be supplied on liberal terms. —♦ ♦ All Communications, intended for publication must be directed to the Edit >r, Rev. A. J. Ryan ; and all Business Communications to the Publishers, L. 1 Blome & Cos., Augusta, Ga. JBST A few Advertisements will be received, and in serted on liberal terms. Agents for The Banner of the South : General Traveling Agents.— Capt. M. J. O’CONNOR Lieut. TV. A. WRIGHT and E. F. SAMUELS Charleston, S. C, —EDTV. LEE. Savannah, Ga.—E. M. CONNER. Macon, Ga.—C. J. CAREY. Atlanta, Ga. —T. C. MURPHY and TV. J. MANN. West Point, Ga. —P. GIBBONS. Greensboro’, Ala.—A. H. WILLIAMS, Beacon office. Thompson, Ga. —TV. C. WORRELL. Cuthbert, Ga.—lt. G. BUCHANAN. Manning, S. C.—ARTHUR HART IN. Columbus, Ga.—JAS. RYAN. Nashville.—TV. C. COLLIER, A. SETLIFF. Knoxville, Tenn.—JAS. MALOY. Pine Bluff. Ark.—JOHN P. MURPHY. General Agent for Florida. —J. EVANS FROST, Jack. sonville, “ Mercury” office. The paper can also be obtained from news and periodical dealers everywhere. Xfry Specimen copies will bo sent to any address, on application. Back Numbers. —All the back aum bers of the Banner can be furnished subscribers. Take Notice —Joel T. Scott, of Columbus, Ga., is no longer authorized to act as Agonfc fur The Bainkek. or the South. Agents Wanted. —We want Agents in all parts of the country —good, relia ble, active men, who will take an in terest in extending the ciiculation of The Banner of the South. **«•* OUR BOOK TABLE. The Catholic World, a monthly Maga zine of General Literature and Science, May, 186S. New York ; The Catholic Publication House, No. 120, Nassau street. Terms : $5,00 per year, in ad vance. The May number of this valuable pub lication has been received. It is, as usual, replete with able and interesting reading matter, and should find a place in every Catholic family, as well as patron 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 of Southern officers while confined in Northern prisons. It will be published by subscription, and the author and com piler desires to obtain enough in this way to get the work before the public. It will, doubtless, prove interesting. The Guardian Angel, 701 Chestnut st., Philadelphia, Pa.—This is a neatly printed, interesting, and instructive little Catholic Sunday School paper, pub lished at 50 cents per annum, in ad vance. Sunday Schools will be fur nished at $3.00 per hundred copies, in advance. The April number contains a number of interesting articles and engravings. Printing Office for Sale.— The pro prietor of the Kibevton, Gazette, desires to sell his printing office. The material is nearly new, and the office is offered at a bargain. Parties wishing to £5 purchase can address J. N. Carpenter, Elberton, Ga. Enigma No. 9, in the Youth’s Depart 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 !