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nian offend “order and religion” by asking, humbly, “ Tell me, Governor, where is law for your command, and I shall reverently obey it!” Give us stable laws, and every true man is safe ; but the moment you begin to try men for supposed offenses, not ac curately defined in law, that moment Christian liberty fails, and petty tyrants exert their power. The true issue, Right Reverend and Rear Sir, is not even about llitualism f or you are yourself a Ritualist, as every man may see by entering your Cathe dral. It is the name of my Church that offends you, as the name St. Lazarus did. Had I named it St. Mary’s Church, you would have tolerated me, notwith standing my merry letters from Europe ; hut that the people should be taught to call the mother of our Lord “ Blessed,” this you consider “going to' Home” And I remember well our conversation about the Immaculate Conception, but you will allow me to tell you Right Rev erend and Dear Sir, that the very Angels called her “ blessed ” and her Divine Lord will not be very far from those who truly love and honor hie “ blessed ” Mother! As regards the minor question, wheth er the consent of the clergy for me to officiate here has been obtained, I have only to repeat that a majority consented beiore competent witnesses or in writ ing. Yet one of them, I learn, falters, under your influence, and declines to put in writing what he said in words to Dr. Rogers. You may possibly on this ground de feat me, as the canons require the con sent to be in writing. But would it not be more manly, Right Reverend and Dear Sir, to let the true issue come up 'on its merits, instead of trying to get rid of my Church by a technicality? If 1 have done anything wrong try me, but oh, for the sake of the Church and the Lord that bought us, leave this miser able Jerrymandering to politicians. Yet, if on account of a mere technicality, I should be prohibited from preaching here, where I have labored for twenty - fivo years, where I have given thousands of dollars to build “ nests' ’ for you all; if I, in order to keep my vows and preach the Gospel, must leave my home aid friends and the dust of my dead in Elmwood, or submit to arbitrary dicta tion, then I would rather follow the eagles over mountains and bearing the cross, and singing the lofty chants of the Catholic Church, in freedom and poverty, than lick the hand of Caprice and Power tor the richest benefice on earth ? Thus having answered you, Right Reverend and Dear Sir, with that re spect and dignity which is due yoursacred office, I wish to say a single word as be tween man and man. I know full weil, Right Reverend and Dear Sir, that such sentiments as I have expressed above are not pleasing to you. You would like me amazingly, and write many letters to me, as you used to do, iust before your election , (some of which are now before me, in which you called me your dear “ Jeemsf my “darling,” and the like) ; if you could only use me] but when, in our controversies, hitherto, you fuund I would not bend against my )wn race and people ; when, in the St. Lazarus controversy, I persisted, through long years against you, and carried my Church into convention at last; when in England, I exposed the circular which stated that $505,000 had been expend ed in the buildings and lands of the “Uni versity of the South,” for which you were begging money, and did it for the truth, without consulting my Bishop ; when, in the midst of tin's controversy, you recommended me, in a private letter, to Rev. Mr. May, Editor of the English Church Chronicle, as a suit able person to lead the mission from England, in the Church of Gwd, to Venezuela ; when [ surprised you in my card, last Sunday, by showing that I knew of your being ‘cheek by jowl ” with Ritualists and making speeches to them in “St Mary Magdalene,” when it was to your in terest ; when, in a word, I had seen so many of your tracks in the dust about my path, it does not surprise me in the least that you wish to get rid of me ; but 1 intend to dispute every inch of ground, with every weapon that honor supplies, md will not be driven from my home and 3cuntry without a conflict which you, can never forget . Respectful Iy, J. W. Rogers. Conversions. —The Daily News savs Rut the Rev. Bnines Floyer, a clergy man of the Church of England, and a Magistrate for the County" of Stafford, has just been received into the Church of Rome. Mr. Floyer held no prefer ment. This makes the third Anglican clergyman received into the Catholic ( hurch within the last fortnight.— Weekly Register. [For the Banner of the South.] Eventide. When the shadows lie heavy upon the hill, And Earth, 'neath the footsteps of Eve, grows still; When the winds and the waters have sunk to rest, And the wild bird hies to its leafy nest; Then my heart, like the shadows, more heavy grows, As Memory tells over her Rosary of woes. The Past, with its sunshine, comes stealing back, That has faded forever from Life’s dark track; , The sunshine of Gladness and Hope that was mine, In the winsome days of the “Auld Lang Syne,” Days that, departing, have left me forlorn, Like a sea-bird whose pinion is lopped by the storm. ■ ~, 'in- ■ Out from the thresholds of Memory start The young, the lovely, the true of heart— Friends whom I loved in those earlier years When my soul was a stranger to Grief or Tears, And Hope stole the Pencil of Fancy to limn A Future, to which even the bright Present was dim. Alas! all that brightness has faded away 1 Life’s colors are mingled with sable and grey; Its outlines all rigid, its angles all sharp— The light falling dimly through shadows so dark— That my heart crieth wildly, in passionate pain, Oh! lost days, so beautiful! come back again ! H. M. LeGrange. July‘list, 18G6. For the Banner of the South. ESSAYS, 11. THE CONSTITUTION. The Constitution of the United States is, first, a collection of forms, and, second, a collection of principles, the former whereof tell in what manner, and the latter in what spirit, the Government is to be administered. It is one of the forms of tile Constitution that the President should hold office for four years, another that a Representative must be seven years a citizen, and still another that a Senator must he thirty years of age.— These things, as will be at once seen, are mere matters of form, or convenience, since the Presidential term might just as well be made three years, or five years, or the age of a Senator required to be at least forty, instead of thirty years, and yet, as a singular instance of the wisdom presiding over the formation of this in strument, but onb of its forms—that re specting the manner of electing the President—has ever been found to neces sitate a change. . o . >. Turning to the nest ingredien'r of the Constitution, or its principles, which are, as it were, the very soul and animating spark of that sacred instrument, it will be found that there is hardly one of them that is not red with the blood of many martyrs to Liberty, and glittering, as though with dew-drops, in the 1 tears of the good and the true. We all know how sacred to us is the manner in which we may choose to wor ship the Great Author of the Universe and Fount of every good. In by-gone days the Earth was run knec-decp in blood from efforts on the part of those who held one faith, to make all others be lieve the same, and that now, in our time, each man makes up his own account with Infinity, is only because the Constitution so ordains. Over all men’s faith it throws its regis. If you are a Catholic, so be it; born at the foot of the Cross, and worship in the shrine of eighteen centuries. If you are a Protestant, still so be it ; it is competent for you to be a Baptist, or Methodist, or Presbyterian, or Episcopalian, or what you will. If a Jew, no man shall harm you. Go to your Synagogue, revere the name of Je hovah Tiri, and bow at the tables of the law. If even a heathen, a worshipper of the pagan Joss, as are the many thou sands of Chinese, in this country, it is still your right ; no man shall touch you —for your own faith and belief, you must answer alone to Him who is the Common Father of us all. But for the Constitution, these things could not be. Its all protecting aegis is written in the words, “ Congress shall make no law re specting an establishment of Religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof .” But for this, strong Religions would op press the weak. But for this, Quakers would be whipped, and branded as in Massachusetts once; but for this, Catho lics could not hold political power as once in New York ; but for this, convents would be burned, and Sisters of Charity pelted by the mob. He who stands by the Constitution stands, therefore, for the permitting of each man, without let or hindrance, to go his own Religious way. He who contravenes it would mould the soul of Ins fellow man, by force, to the exact proportions of his own. A next thing, is the sanctity of the household—the principle that each mail’s home is his castle. There, he can caress his children, there be soothed by the fond endearments of his wife, there rest from the toils of the past, and renew his energies for the labors that are to come. It has been beautifully" said of this prin ciple in England, that the poor man’s door might be only secured by a latch, that the winds of Heaven, might blow and whistle through the thatch, but, with all his power, the King of England could not enter. “ Home, sweet home,” is sacred because the Constitution makes it sacred. Outside of that instrument, there is no law to restrain whomsoever will, from intruding upon you or me. He who cleaves to the Constitution is fighting for the privacy of his fireside, for the sanctity of the family, and the inviolability of the roof-tree and the hearth. There is yet a third point—the Trial by Jury—to be judged by twelve of one’s own countrymen and neighbors, not to be at the mercy of a single Judge, as under the Roman Law, or with life and death in the hands of some Vicegerent of a despotic Power, as a Turkish Cadi, or Arabic Sheik. Buc for the Constitution, there would be no such bulwark and strong defence of Life and Liberty as this. The right was won in many bloody bat tles by our ancestry. Our fathers brought it to America in their day; and, when their sons made the Constitution, they put it in for us. lie who stands up now for the Constitution, is battling, even as his fathers fought, against the rule of the sword—against the domination of anyone man’s will—against the drum-head Court, and that thrice cursed device of tyranny, the Military Commission. Habeas Corpus , free Press, the right to bear and keep arms, no taxation with out representation—in one word, all the muniments and pendicles of Free Men aie bound up in the Federal Constitu tion. It is too much the fashion, at this present day, to deride this sacred instru ment; to hoot at its beneficent provisions as time-worn and inefficient ; to hold that it is a sort of antediluvian political plat form, that was begotten by slave-holding Jefferson, and must vanish before the progressive and advanced ideas of the day. But Jefferson never begat it. Hampden, when he stood up against the ship-money ; Sir Thomas More, when he laid down his head on the block, rather than yield his religious convictions to Henry VIII; John Banyan, when he lan guished for years in Bedford jail; King John’s Barons, who wrenched Magna Charta from his death-like grasp; our own fathers, who stood up at Yorktown and Saratoga, and at King’s Mountain, and in the trenches of Savannah, where brave Pulaski fell—these are its progeni tors ; these the men who brought it forth from their very loins, and sent it down to us, their children, resonant with their in termediate anguish, and all glorious, at last, in their final shouts of triumph. To give it up, to renounce it, to say that its principles are not now applicable to us, is to say" that human nature‘is not what it was, and that the ultimate compo sition of man has undergone a change. It must not be given up. As long as we cling to it, our hands are on the horns of the Altar of Civil Liberty, and our grasp on the cornice ends of the Ark of the Covenant of Safety. The forms of the Constitution it may, perhaps, be well, in time to change, but not the principles. These are no new thing. They were not gotten up by Washington, Adams, and Jefferson. Long.before those men lived, they lived. They are the fruit of long descended ages; the slow excogi tation of centuries ; and the divine, im mortal essence of eight hundred years of ancestral valor, sagacity, and worth. You, therefore, 0! Southern man, who read this, see to it that you never part from this life-buoy—the Constitution— in the present whirling billows of the wild, tempetuous sea. You, 0! Southern mother, look to it, that the little ones are taught to love this long descended heri tage, and to love it so well that they shall never play Esau’s bargain in surrender ing it up. Let them know its tearful his tory, and so will it be that when wo who are now its defenders, shall be but the old men that sit in the gates, the genera tion now rising may stand forth as mighty" men in Israel to its maintenance, perpetuation, and support. Tyrone Powers. [From the Wilmiugtou, N. C. Journal., Nov. 2.] INSTALLATION OF THE RIGHT REV. JAMES GIBBONS, TITULAR BISHOP OF NORTH CAROLINA. The little Catholic Church of this City was literally crammed on last Sunday morning, at half past ten o’clock. The notice that the Most Reverend Archbishop Spalding, of Baltimore, attended by sev eral Priests, would be there to introduce a Bishop to the people, and to assist in the inauguration of a ceremony- that has never been hitherto performed in Wil mington, was enough to light up the walls of St. Thomas with many strange and non-Catholic faces. All were eager to witness the devel opment of something new. At the first ring of music from the organ, the door of the vestry to the left opened, and a bevy of children dressed in white, and young ladies, with wreaths of white flowers the emblem of the purity of the innocent aroud their heads, was seen. Two by two, to the inarch of the music, they stepped into the aisle in becoming and graceful order. Then came the cross bearer, holdiug on high the gilded repre sentative of the Saviour of mankind. At each side of him, walked an acolyte, bearing burning tapers Following these, were Priests, three thurifers, carrying thuribles filled with burning frankin scence. Lastly, the Bishop, attended by the Priest Assistant,Rev. Mr. McManus, Parish Priest of St. John’s Baltimore, Rev. H. P. Northrop, Deacon, and Rev, M. S. Gross, Sub-Deacon. Arriving at the Church door, the Bishop was in censed, and certain prayers were read. The children, in the meantime, were being arranged around the railing, and the Archbishop had taken his seat on the right hand or Epistle side. Reaching the foot of the Altar, the Bishop read an invocation— benedictio, gratia, pax el sanctitas —benediction, grace, peace, and sanctity—was the blessing called down upon the heads of those present. He was then conducted by the Most Rev. Archbishop to his throne, a neat struc ture on the Gospel, or left hand side. The ceremony of robing was then begun. r lhe mitre was placed upon his head, and the crosier—the staff of his Pastorship, the shiboleh of his authority, put in his hand. He then walked to the first step of the Altar, and began-—first putting by the mitre and crosier—the Introibo ad alt are Dei —l will go up to the Altar of my (tod—the first words of the Mass. After the reading of the Gospel, the Archbishop took his stand on the plat form of the Altar, almost in front of the tabernacle. He read his text from the Douay edition of the Holy Bible, the twenty-eighth chapter of St. Matthew, beginning with the sixteenth verse : “And the eleven disciples went into Gallileee, unto the mountain where Jesus had appointed them. “And seeing him they adored: but some doubted. “And Jesus, coming, spoke to them, saying : All power is given to me in Heaven and Earth. Going, therefore, teach ye all nations; baptizing them in the name of the Father, and "of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost; ‘ Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you : and behold I am with you all days, even to the consummation of the world!” He calmly surveyed the congregation, lie saw that the pews in the centre of the Church were filled with many of the most intelligent of the city-, but not of his Faith. Hi s mild look was on every coun tenance. The Journal here gives an abstract of the Archbishop’s Sermon, which it char acterizes as “eloquent, soul-stirring, and earnest.” ’’ he Grand Sacred Concert at the Catiioi.ic Church, —A notice of the Grand Sacred Concert at the Catholic Church in this City, for the New Organ fund, was ommitted from our last week’s issue. We append it here: The Catholic Church was well filled Tuesday night, Oct 20th, by a respectful and appreciative audience, who attended the Grand Sacred Concert given for the benefit of the Organ of that Church. The Organ was presided over by Prof. Weigand, assisted in two or three pieces by Mr. Jardine the builder. It will re quire some little experience in handling this instrument to enable the performer to draw forth all its powers; but enough was done, under the skillful manipulation of the accomplished Professor, to satisfy those present of his ability and the in strument’s value. The Offertoire and Priests’ March were very skillfully and effectively played The Choir, composed as it is, ot some of the best singers in the city, did ample justice to the gems se lected for this occasion, while the Quar tette Club added much to the enjoyment of the audience by the rendition of their part of the programme. We do not deem it necessary to partic ularize as to the merits of particular per sons, when all acquitted themselves so handsomely. But it may not be out of place to allude, in general terms, to two members of the Choir. We refer to Mrs. Joseph D. Kavanagh, and Mr. Charles Spaeth. They have been connected with the Choir for more than sixteen years, and have devoted themselves to it with zeal and energy. Mrs. Kavan agh has a very sweet Soprano voice, while that ot Mr. Spaeth is a Basso Profundo of great power. Together,they have done much to sustain the Choir, and the new members will not, we hope, take it amiss that we thus refer to the older ones; for, as at present organized, it is an excellent one, worthy of all praise, for its zeal, and proficiency. [For the Banner of the South.] Sunset. Sunset’s crimson stains the hill tops, With a flush of rosy light; Sunset tints of gold and purple Usher in the coming night. Sunset glories, fairy flitting, How like dreams of youth ye are! Fading Boonest when the cloudlets Richest tints and beauties wear. While I gaze, the gold and purple Change to sombre dun and grey, And the crimson, late so vivid, Like a mist- wreath fades away. So Youth’s dreams, the brigliest, fairest, Change, or fade away with time, And the joy that then was dearest, Worthless is, in manhood’s prime. 11. 11. LeGrange. August Glh, 18GG. ♦ [From the N. O. Picayune.] Pass On. BY PEARL RIVERS. 1 Ah, yes! we mingle, man with man, We meet, then pass each other by, Unconscious of the hidden strife, Unguessiug of the smothered sigh; Ah! so wc pass each other by. For, who will be the first to break The heart’s most sacred, secret seal, And all its hidden wealth of love, Or poverty of joy reveal ? We meet, clasp hands, but mask our hearts, And bide the sorrow that we feel, When, by our side, perhaps, there beats A heart that couid that sorrow heal. Alas ! and often when we read In some sad face the soul’s great need Os human sympathy and care— Or trace the lines of dark despair— W T e coldly pass, when, it may be, A tender word from thee or me Would soothe that troubled heart, and win That soul, perhaps, from some great sin. Pass on! pass on ! in joy or pain, Your care is not my care, we say; Pass on! we may not meet again, The way you go is not my way. THE LOST CAUSE. [Under this head, we propose to publish weekly, Anecdotes and Reminiscences of the struggle lor Southern Independence; and earnestly solicit contributions con taining such anecdotes and reminisenees.] Anecdote of General Lee. —G. A, Townsend, in one of his recent letters, relates the following: I was told by one of his aides-de-camp yesterday, of a scene at Antietam. The aide was ordered by Gen. Lee to take a command, and while on the way he saw Roddie Lee, the General’s stripling son, riding the “lead” horse in the Rockbridge Artillery. He told LA, on his return, of his son’s position. “They’ve made a driver of him, Major, have they ?” he said with a twinkle. “Well, I think he’ll do?” “There’s Roddie, now, General,” cried the aide. The battery came by, horses sweaty, men grimy, wagons shivered. The boy said in a sort of undertone: “Pa, are you going to send us in again ?’’ “l T es, n»y son; go in!” The battery went to the front at a trot. The Banner of the Sorni.—The mere announcement that Father Ryan, the Poet-Priest, the author of the “Con quered Banner” was to edit a paper, was enough to enlist the feelings of every lover of the South. We’ve received his paper in exchange. And it’s glorious ! Let every true Southerner and South er ness send for it. Success to its Reverend Editor! Long may his proud “Banner” wave, after all the foes of his beloved South “are in the dust !’’ j St. Joseph (.1 To.) Vindicator. Banner of the South.— Wc have re ceived several numbers of this paper, and find it to be what the illustrious name of its editor could not fail to make it. Father Ryan’s Writings, in verse, are so favor ably known to our readers that it would be folly for us to endeavor to add a sin gle word in commendation. His prose writings are equally beautiful, and breathe that nobility of spirit that has endeared him to every Southern heart. It is pub lished at Augusta, Georgia, by L. T. Blome & Cos., at S3 per annum. [Lagrange {Tex.,) States Rights De mocrat. It is said that as the twig is bent, the tree’s inclined. Some of the young ladies about town will grow’ queerly, if the Grecian style prevails very long Women have the advantage of men— each moves in her own circle. To ascer tain the point, consult the hoop skirt manufacturer. 3