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I dictionaries in the house is to rear up
tr , e children with the worst errors. of Pu
r-tan politics forever before them.
The White Sulphur Spring’s Confer
, jj'-e has excited much interest here, and
* cm a letter written thence by the cor
respondent of a larg-e Northern daily, I
jj.jjc an extract, which serves to show
th-.h in s P* te war > defeat, poverty,
alK i all that, the social supremacy of the
South still commands unquestioned re
cognition. This is the extract:
- The Presidency, and the chances of
tne candidates nominated by the opposing
p ditical parties, are freely discussed
here, and however many Northern Re
publcans may he. present, none are there
u'hodo not ardently wish for the election
(>f Seymour and Blair, and so express
themselves.'’
The portion of the above put in italics,
singularly illustrates the truculent toady
ism which seems so rampant in this sec
tion. While cursing the ‘ fiendish rebels”
the "trooly Ioil” no sooner get in the pre
ft-Dce of Southern worth and beauty than
they incontinently bow down in adora
tion, and forswear their own convictions.
A true man would not give up his princi
ple- for a million women, each one more
beautiful than Venus, and much Jess would
he do so for any man or men, though they
were Cfesar and Cicero combined ; but,
to judge by what this writer says, no
sooner do these “ many Northern Re
publicans" get before General Lee and
watering-place bevy of “ Rebel” belles,
than they turn upon Grant and “Hooray
for Seymour!” Were there only this one
instance of toadyism, it might be passed
over as a correspondent’s flourish, but
almost the same day I fell upon the
choice morsel I have given, I saw in a
widely read Northern magazine—black
to the core—no less than three tales, in
all of which, in a sneaking, half-ashamed
sort of way. Southern life was extolled,
and Southern people raised into heroes
and heroines. These things are tributes,
it is true, to civility, personal indepen
dence, and kindly good-breeding, but it
would be more welcome, as perhaps the
reader is now saying, if these folks
would neither exalt us into gods, nor abase
u- into devils, but simply "regard us as
men and women, and let us alone.
Tyrone Powers.
For the Banner of the South.
EDUCATION AT ST, FRANCIS’ COLLEGE
LORETTO, CAMBRIDGE CO, PA. ’
Dear Mr. Editor : Allow me tho
Ever of trespassing a little on the space
( f your invaluable journal, in order to
communicate to the public in general
some useful information on a subject to
wLic h none can feel indifferent, and
whic' 1 is, to all who receive it, one of
the choicest favors bounteous Heaven
can bestow—l mean a good moral and
scientific Education. As “The Banner
of the South” is the worthy advocate of
“ Religion, pure and undefiled,” and con
sequently of Science and Enlightenment,
I need not, therefore, make any other
a p> logy for introducing it than my in
eornpetency to do it even partial justice,
heing myself a native of the “ sunny
"; u:ll >" and having, through the mercy
°J a Providence, been preserved
Pom the irreligious, infidel teachings of
, 0 bectar ian Colleges, so numerous in
Jnis country, and to which, unfortunately
| J ° r themselves and for Catholicity in
general, so many of our youth resort, at
the nazard °f incurring the loss of their
xiojy h aitli, or, at least, having it so un
dermined and deadened that, too fre
luently, their after life shows unmistaka-
L, o' that they despise it, and are all but
■O'l.ihLed ot it and its observances— thus
joo, I never can feel sufficiently grate
u ‘ Pavmg, as I remarked, been pre
™ theso dangers, and directed
~.Aj ,e College, Loretto, in
v aith and Science go hand in
S sll Pporting, promoting, andencour
m‘h?s‘‘ a f h . oth ? r,lp » r ® ued m y studies
y fmored spot, wnere the thought*
-ee u U - en /’ W , hose aspirations often
[° tho transient goods and
-in world, is reminded that
‘‘ and _ more lasting one
t ‘, L> in illimitable extent on
XZfr ol ' tho l-csent; and that
will, zeal to perfect
'-II ii. every biancl. of useful \ tu dv
!: -Le S lrh oSe i" ight of, ' mt whi «h should
o •' ‘ ab absorbmg study of life—“ The
, ?‘ enc . e of the Saints.” The inform t
n":?.;' 1 the . P h y«cal development and
. ' Uul l teaching of youth at rhi- T
tr “|? paternal; and in aU t”® ex'
a ;g; mueeent recreations which
mir V ( !r Cd tlje culture of body and
tie good Brothers show by their
f K and encouragement the lively interest
in ‘he welfare of the'
mv dill”/ r, 1 ™ aod 3 few dollars at
2 wishing to % the burn
of by-ffnn .u. Vl!?lt a c a * n the scenes
more *he . a^ s ’ and breathe once
" lrni o or ating air of the Allegha-
nies. I directed my course, as usual, to
the city of Pittsburgh, that noble seat of
prosperous industry, which, although af
fording very many attractions to the
tourist, I took little or no notice of, but
passed on, by railway, to-Cresson Station
distant, four miles from the College, where
a hack being in waiting for conveyance
jo Loretto, I reached it in less than one
hour afterwards.
On beholding the Monastery and Col
lege, I found, to ray agreeable surprise,
that what some years ago appeared a re
spectable looking establishment, had now
assumed so colossal dimensions, that one
would almost imagine Aladdin and the
(renn had been at work during mv ab
sence. Being arrived at the limits of
my destination, having received a hearty
cheering welcome from the Brothers, and
partaken of some refreshments, I was con
ducted through the recently erected build- j
ingfi, which 1 found to be admirably suited I
lor educational purposes, and capable of
accommodating some hundreds of stu
dents, while the staff of Professors, and
every other necessary requirement, are
in perfect keeping with the exterior and
interior appearance of the Institution.
ILiw tiuly wonderful are the wavs of
God, who ever chooses the most weak
and lowly instruments to achieve his
grandest designs. This College and
Monastery, now of so great dimensions as
to be second to no Catholic Establishment
in the States, sprung, like the Mustard j
plant, from very small beginnings; but,
by the blessing of God, the fostering care
and paternal vigilance of the learned and
amiable Bishop Domencc, the generous
support of the surrounding Clergy, and
ceaseless exertions of the Brothers, it
has now’ reached that point, from which
one may confidently hope that it is des
tined to become, in the hands of Provi
dence, a very powerful auxiliary to the
cause of Literature, Virtue, and Religion.
Within ten minutes’ walk of the Col-*
ege, is the Academy of St. Aloysios, for
:he education of young ladies, conducted
>y the Good Sisters of Mercy. It, too, is
a first-class Institution, capable of accom
modating a very large number ; and it is
unnecessary to remark, that the Sisters,
with almost angelic gentleness, and ma-
tcrnal solicitude, are untiring in their
efforts to train up their pupils in Virtue,
in Literature, and in every other suitable
accomplishment, to fit and ornament them
for the various positions which, through
life, Divine Providence may have design
ed them to occupy.
My object, then, in laying the above
details before the public, is to endeavor
to bring within the knowledge of all the
grand opportunities this favored locality
affords; aud to warn all my countrymen
to fly, as from death itself, the pestiferous I
atmosphere of Sectarian Colleges. Many,
especially those residing at a considera
ble distance, may not even have heard of
tliQ names ol these Institutions, who
would gladly avail themselves of the
| advantages to be found within their hal
i lowed walls, did they but know such ex
isted. I, therefore, trust that Catholic
Editors, under whose observation these
remarks may fall, will, for the glory of
God, and the interests of Religion, brin°*
under the notice of their readers, these
Literary Establishments; as doing so,
may tend to save many »ouls from °ship- j
wreck, and make them good members of
Society, and ornaments of our Holy
Church.
Hie facilities for travelling to and from
Loretto are very convenient and expedi
tious, as the Pennsylvania Railroad passes
through Cresson, a station, four miles
from tiie College. The terms are, as I
understand, very reasonable in both Estab
lishments ; the climate mild; the air
salubrious, being (of course) that of Cres
son. and Loretto, whose Chalybeate
Springs and health-restoring atmosphere
have become so famous, and are so much
resorted to by persons from all quarters,
during the Summer months.
The locality is exclusively Catholic,
the white man being first led here by that
illustrious Priest, Gillitzen, who, though
a Prince ot the Russian Empire, de
spised this world’s wealth, renounced his
earthly dignities, for the laborious, self
sacrificing duties of an humble Mission
ary, and became the pioneer of the One,
having faith, at Loretto, in the far dis
tant Alleghanies. So eager was he to
keep his little colony clear ot all sectarian
element, that during his day, nothing of
the kind ever found footing within its
bounds; and among his worthy successors,
the present venerable and learned Father
Reynolds seems truly to tread the foot
steps of this great model of sacredotal per
fection, in his unceasing exertions to pre
serve, in all its lustre, “the precious de
posit’’ committed to his charge, and to
preserve, stainless and pure, the morals of
ms people.
I & now far outste PP ed th e limits
intended ou commencing these remarks
I conclude with the hope that they
throng , the blessing of God and your
him! co-operation, may come under' the
MSiflß ©f fll ismwW"
notice of all those, who, may be well dis
posed may profit by them, and thus es
cape the snares so thickly strewn for their
ruin elsewhere. If so I will consider my
trouble amply repaid. J
I remain, dear Mr. Editor,
Yours truly,
Charlestonian.
[From the True Index.]
Song.
WRITTEN AND DEDICATED TO ALL TRUE SOUTHERN
HEARTS—BY D. B. P.
Come, twine a wreath of Cypress bough,
In mem’ry of our dead—
A never fading garland throw,
To deck each lowly bed.
They rest in peace—their warfare's o’er,
The clarion calls them forth no more," ’
A deadly foe to face.
CHORUS.
Then scatter sweet flowers over the spot,
Where the brave now take their repose;
In our hearts they’ll live—they’ll ne’er be forgot
While the sun in the Heavens still glows. ° ’
Shed not a tear for those who fell
Whilst battling in tin fight;
But weep for those who basely sell
Their country and the right.
Around the one a halo beams,
Resplendent as the
Eterual shame the other claims,
Aud brands them as its own,
Cno—Then scatter, &c.
Ihen sleep, ye brave! for glorious fame
Records your names on high;
Vour gallant deeds our hearts inflame
To nobly live and die.
The cause you bled for is not lost,
For Justice cannot fail;
And truth—whatever be the cost
Is great, aud shall prevail.
Cho. —Then scatter, kc.
SLANDER
BY MRS. SUSAN H. WADDELL.
Ihe tongue is afire, a world of iniquity.”
..t, St. James,
Le thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow
Thou shalt not escape calumny.” ’
. Shakspeare.
Among the multitude who kneel at the
altar, and bow down to the dust in the
sanctuary, how few draw aside the d*rk
curtain of the heart to muse upon its
I depravity, compared with the hundreds
who exmlt in their own excellence, and
tike the Pharisee in the Temple, “Thank
God that they are not as other men are
or even like this Publican.”
We pray to our Father in Heaven
while we are encouraging and neglecting
the evil innate to our natures; and when
we find the distance from Him widen be
fore us, we become skeptical, indifferent
or hypocritical.
Ail that is virtuous, all that is pure
1 )?. S O<3C L and noble, in the career of in
dividuals, whether their sphere ol action
be expansive or limited, draws them near
!er to Godj acting upon the heart as elec
tricty upon poisonous atmospheres and as
surely guiding them to Him, as the needle
is mysteriously guided to the pole.
In the days of ancient Rome, there was
a law which condemned slanderers to be
branded in the forehead. How much
more must their consciences have been
seared, for ot all thefts it is the most hu
miliating, and its effects upon the charac-*
ter most baneful. A thief may steal your
gold, and the next moment confer a bene
fit upon you, should bis feelings be touched
by seeing your misfortunes. But the
slanderer is merciless ; his stab is in the
dark, and he designs it to be fatal. One
of the first prayers taught a little child
is, ”1 hat mercy I to* others show, that
mercy show tome.” Our Saviour was
ever merciful, and if He, without “spot or
blemish, looked with compassion upon
the erring children of humanity, how
much more is it a duty with us to follow
his example.
YV e are but a short time in this world
before we discover that appearances are
\ery deceiving. Metastasio portrayed this
truth m poetic numbers, when he sang:
If every man’s internal care
ere written on liis brow,
How many would our pity share,
Who move our envy now.”
See that lady as she rests upon her luxu
nous summer divan, she is sipping
healthful ices, and is fanned into repose by
t ie breezy wings of an Eastern punkah.
Poes her heart till with gratitude to her
rather in Heaven ? \Ye shall see.
Three friends have called to discuss
with her, the sermon of yesterday, and—
the fashionable section of the congrega
tion. She rises to receive them with a
countenance so dove-like, that Lavater
could never have passed her without
pausing to analyze it. Soon the conver
sation becomes erratic, and nowthey criti
cise a lady—a stranger comparatively
she is maligned, and represented in such
colors as evil spirits whisper and sug
gest, those evil spirits to whom Ovid’s
description of envy applies:
‘They never smile but when the wretched weep,
Nor lulls their malice with a moment’s sleep,
Restless in spite; while watchful to destroy,
They pine and sicken at another’s joy.”
Finally, they condemn her to be ne
glected and ostracized from their social
circle. Most righteous judgment, this* a.
dcci ß ," D derived from appearances alone
and from the evidence of but one side of
tile question.
. Slanf,er , is » murderer. It has scut to
insane asylums, and laid forever in their
? a , Bnd “mtuw homes, the gifted, the
lovely, and the pure in heart.
It has not been many years since a
truly refined and elegant gentleman,
Lord Kmedder—Mr. Erskine, of Edin
iuig was placed in his family vault by
the poison of slander. It was of him
a when recurring to
the cause of death, beautifully assiniilatec
him to the Ermine : “He was like the
Ermine, that pines away and dies, if its
snowy coat is at all sullied.”
Some individuals are called unfeeling
and described as having hearts of stone!
Could their detractors see them in pri
vate they often would be led to admire,
what they had previously condemned, for
they would see that their calm and cheer
ful bearing was the result of self disci
p me and a magnanimous sense of duty
which induced them to appear cheerful!
ramer than render others uncomfortable
because they were miserable.
Another is. censured for meanness in
pecuniary affairs, yet those who pass this
sentence know not the private affairs of
the individual, nor his secret benevolen
fences and charities.
A not her achieves something above
mediocrity; it is first detracted from,
toeii an effort made to suppress all ap
plause, and finally, should he be so for
tunate as to pass, unscathed, the jungles
reared around and about his pathway,
* invidious natures are the first to
app.aud him; and why ? Because they
are disarmed of the power to injure. And
et it.be unhappily, the truth that some
individuals deserve to be censured, is it
not best that we should endeavor first to
persuade and conciliate, by our deport
ment and language, the sinful to the path of
<-ut), than to leave them to the ravages of
despair; forgiving them their trespasses,
as we would that others should forgive us?
I It was not the unhappy spirit of Dean
owilt, so much as his knowledge of hu
man nature, that induced him to pen the
apothegm—-‘‘Censure is the tax paid the
puohc tor being innocent,”
. We have remarked upon this decep
tiveness of appearances, and will con
clude this little paper with an episode,
which has truth for its basis.
“the good max of the valley.”
Theie lived, on the high road leading
to the town of G , a farmer, who was
loved and respected by all who knew
hum Jhe cognomen of “the good man of
I tiie valley, was bestowed upon him by his
I nearest neighbors, who deemed it a recre
ation, after the labors of the day were
over, to sit beneath the great oak in
front of his cottage, anti listen to his
stories, particularly of the time when he
would suspend dozens of bells, gaily
trimmed with scarlet and green, above
the shoulders of his team, and set out
With liis wagons to travel a hundred miles
to the market town of P , where lie
would sell the produce of his farm, and
return with supplies, which were gladly
purchased from him by the inhabitants
of the valley. This retired vale was re
markable for its picturesque scenery,
and often there were rural and rustic
night scenes at the cottage, which Ru
bens and Rembrandt would have sketch
ed with poetic fire, had they witnessed
them. The moon rising above the hori
zon, large, and round, and bright, and
“the little drops of light,” (as Walter
called the stars,) glimmering and flash
ing all over the skies, while the cottage
and the trees were silvered here, andln
shadow there; sometimes they would sing
a pastoral with the rosy housewife, as she
sat in the doorway, with kerchief white
and apron blue, and what was rare, with
folded hands, fur she, like Chaucer’s
“good wife:”
‘‘Of doth making hadde such haunt,
She passed them of Ypres and of Ghent.”
-Thus thej lived in industry, cheerful
ness, and innocence, with enough for in
dependence, but not enough tor envy.
It was now fully midsummer, and all
I ature appeared weary and thirsty, for
there had not been rain in several weeks;
yet the farmer made arrangements to leave
noine early the next morning, and to
walk the distance of ton miles, to the
county town of G , rather than take
a needed horse from the plough. lie
had reached the wildest part of the for
est when day dawned, that dewy, quiet,
period, when morning first opens her
eyes upon the waving wings of Night.
As he looked around him, he beheld the
magnificent gusts of Nature to her chil
dicn ot the wilderness, a magic gem hung
upon e> cry loaf, and every flower, giving
them new life, and to the little birds a
healthful both, for they were collecting
the globules in their bills, and spattering
them over their shoulders. In his rustic
way he wondered, some indefinite ideas
crowded the chambers of his brain but
they were difficult to analyze, and he
ceased his hypothesis upon the mysteries
01 -Nature, as many laurel-crowned phi
}dmPwt rS hj l Ve been oWi S ed t 0 do before
“® Sliding due to speculative
q 0 ,7f™ C °n eS , badl y ti,D S led doubt.
en mil -'° er lIU * now rea ched the sev!
tan 7 -rftl a q -" aißt rc S“!»tor of dis
lance, not then extmot- if
pillar of wood, with a' Jt Tt ? <lUare
mounting it, of 71,t r . s V r ‘
aud dedicated by them to Mercury ° rigm ’
Here he rested, and amused himself bv
endeavonng to decipher the much oblit
erated lettering and numerals of the
mile-post. He heard a moan-he listen"
ed, _ and now he heard a deep groan;
RiMng quickly, lie hastened in the direc
trnn ol the sound, and found that it pro
ceeded from a darkly shaded ravine, which
crossed the high road. There ho discov-
ered a mail lying upon the road-side, with
a large knife, buried to the handle, in his
breast The first impulse of the good
man of the valley, was heeded by him
tor he knelt immediately by the dyin*
man, and with accents of pity, drew the
red and dripping blade from his heart.
At that moment two horsemen rode up
sprang from their horses, ini seized him
as a felon and a murderer. It was vain
. . e recounted the circumstances of his
position He was only answered by a
sneer and the remark: “The gory wea
jqn is in your hand, and the blood is
trickling from it.”
“The good man of the valley” was
taken to jail, put in irons, and in close
confinement. Here he remained for
months. The day and the hour came at
last when lie was taken from the loath
some prison, into his native air. The
fresh, breezy, blue ether, with its living*
cheerful, laughing, people, its flitting
bn-ds and opening flowers. Alas! for
what purpose? To hear his own con
demnation as a felon and a murderer
for having forgotten himself, to save, if
I possible, a fellow-being from death.
Theie are typical sacrifices throughout
the world; they were, and arc, and must
bo, for it is one of Nature’s vital laws.
Ycais passed away, and the grass grew
green and thickly where the cottage once
stood. Nothing remained to mark the
spot but one dilapidated chimney ; yet
the moon and stars were as radiant as
ever,, silvering the old oak, and simple
granite pillar, reared in tears, by the
good people of the valley. The inscrip
tion ; 1
Sacred to the Memory of
Phillip Gray, or “The
Good Man of the
\ alley,” who was
Murdered for his
Benevolence
and
Charity,
By Presumptive Proof.
How can language describe the fiend
who peipetrated this murder? Hearing
the footsteps ol' the farmer, as he travel
ed the high road, he darted from his vic
tim, and hid himself behind a clump of
[ cedars, which grew near the roadside.
He witnessed his capture, his trial, and
his execution. But there was a’wide
opened Eye, ever looking down upon him,
which never closed nor slept; and it turned
away forever, as he entered eternity, from
a nameless and disgraceful grave
.In what does the slanderer differ from
this murderer ? He also sees the suffer
ing and innocent victim of liis own base
ness, and his own depravity.
Was Thaddems Stevens Baptised.
The Freemans Journal, (Roman Catho
lic paper,) denies the Baptism of the late
Thaddeus Stevens by the Sisters of
| Charity. The same paper quotes the
| statement that Mr. Stevens, when asked
by a Sister of Charity, ten miuutes be
fore death if he would be baptised, replied
that he had “no objections.” On this
the Freeman’s Journal says ;
“ Baptism to adults is not given on the
ground ol “no objections,” but on their
“ asking ’ ot the Catholic Church for
“faith” to lead them to “ life eternal,”
and prolessing their desire to he bap
tized.”
Loveliness.— lt is not your neat dress
your expensive shawl, or pretty finders
that attract the attention of men of sense
They look beyond these. It is the true
loveliness of your nature that wins and
continues to retain the affections of the
heart. Young ladies sadly miss it who
labor to improve their outward looks,
while thej bestow not a tboug'ht on their
mind, bools may be won by gew-gaws,
and fashionable, showy dresses; but° the
wise and substantial are never caught by
such traps. Let modesty be your dress.
1 se pleasant language, and though you
may not be courted by fop and sot, the
good and truly great will love to linger in
your steps.
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