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died i." the following year, in the pious
practice and firm belief of the Catholic
faith. llis daughter was now Queen of
the Patapscocs; she had already acquired
the English language, and was baptized
at St. Mary’s soon after the death of
her father, Many of the natives follow
ed the example of Tayac and his family.
The inhabitants of the town of Potcpoco,
to the number of one hundred and thirty,
together with their Queen, were baptized.
The young Queen of Patuxent Town and
her mother were converted. Anacostan,
a powerful sachem, not only became a
good Christian, but wished to take up
his residence among the whites as a citi
zen of the colony.
In the winter of 1642, Father White
was returning from one of his annual
visits to St. Mary’s by Water, and was
detained by the ice nearly opposite Poto
mac Town, in Virginia* Always anxious
to do good, he crossed the ice on foot to
the Indian town, where he remained nine
weeks instructing the natives in the sav
ing truths of the Gospel. His zeal was
rewarded; the chief of the town and its
principal inhabitants were converted, also
a neighboring chief, with many of his
tribe; a third with his wife and son; and
still a fourth chief of very high rank,
whose conversion prepared the way for
his whole tribe to enter the one fold as
soon as they could receive the necessary
instructions *
‘“The Old Guard dies but never sur
renders.” So it was with those noble
missionaries of Maryland. Exhausted
by their excessive and incessant labors,
they continued their glorious work as
long as they had strength to preach the
Gospel or to pour the saving water of
baptism upon the heads of the poor sava
ges. Like true soldiers of the cross, they
died ou the field of battle. Father A\-
tbam was the first of this devoted little
baud who perished, lie died on the sth
o' - November, IG4O, at St. Mary’s.
Father Brock, the superior of the Jesuits
iu Maryland, in announcing this sad
event to the general of the order, alludes
to the difficulties, dangers and privations
which they had to undergo, but express
es tUe most unbounded confidence in the
protection of an ever watchful Provi
dence; concluding with this magnani
mous language: “In whatever manner it
shall please the Divine Majesty to dispose
of us, may llis will be accomplished.
For my part, I would rather, laboring in
the conversion of these Indians, expire
on the bare ground, deprived of all hu
man succor, and perishing with hunger,
than ever think of abandoning this holy
work of God from fear of waut. God
grant that I may render Him some ser
vice; the rest I leave to Ilis providence.”
On the the sth of June, 1641, only
five weeks after uttering this most gen
erous and most Christian sentiment,
Father Brock went to enjoy the reward
of his earthly labors. Earnest appeals
were now made by the few remaining
Jesuits in Maryland to their brethren iu
Europe, in which it was said that “a
harvest is placed within our reach, the
labor of which will be richly repaid with,
fruit. The greatest fear is, that we shall
not have laborers enough to collect so
abundant a crop. Let not those who may
be sent to our assistance fear that
they will be destitute of the necessary
supports of life; for He who clothes the
lilv of the valley and feeds the birds of
the air will not suffer those engaged in
extend ng His heavenly kingdom to want
the necessary supplies.”
These appeals were not made in vain.
Dozens ol English Jesuits begged to be
sent upon the gloricus Maryland mission.
I heir letters to the Provincial, soliciting
this privilege, are full of the most ardent
zeal and most edifying self-devotion. The
few fathers who could be spared for this
distant vineyard of the Lord proved that
they were worthy to be chosen.
But, in 1644, the peace and prosperi
ty which had hitherto blessed the colony
of Maryland were sadly interrupted. The
civil war between the King and Parlia
ment, which had been fiercely raging in
England for several years, seemed about
to be decided in favor of the Parliament.
A colony of who had been
banished from Virginia, which tolerated
neither Catholics nor Dissenters, after
being cordially welcomed in Maiyland,
which tolerated men of every Christian
sect, repaid kindness by dissension and
hospitality by civil war. Led on by the
notorious Claiborne, who bad been a dead
ly enemy of the Maryland colony from
its first settlement, and one Ingle, a pi
rate, smuggler, rebel, and murderer, they
succeeded in driving Governor Calvert
into Virginia, and obtained complete
posssesion of the province. The con
querors immediately commenced to plun
der and oppress the Catholics, Episeona
lians, and all who adhered to the propri
etary’s government.
The missionaries, who had scrupulous
ly avoided taking any side iu the excit
ing political questions of the time, were
seized by the marauders, their stations
robbed and broken up, and they them
selves sent in chains to England. Among
them was the venerable and good Father
White, who had sper.t ten years of un
ceasing labor in the Maryland mission.
He never saw his rude but beloved flock
in the wilderness again. Banished from
England, he returned to the kingdom in
defiance of the penal laws, and exercised
for some time his duties as a Priest.
Again arrested, he remained in close and
cruel confinement until his death, which
occurred in 1656, in thc| seventy-eighth
year of his age.
Truly grand and beautiful was the ca
reer of Father White, who well deserved
the triple crown of a scholar by his
learning, of a saint by his sanctity, and
by his missionary labors the glorious
title of Apostle oi Maryland. Compared
with liis noble and generous deeds, how
mean, how poor, how useless, appear the
lives of—
“Ye lazy philosophers, self-seeking men—
Ye fireside philantropists, great at the
pen!”
This imperfect sketch will convey some
idea of the work accomplished by the
Jesuit missionaries in Maryland. They
brought the twofold blessings of religion
and civilization; the Indians were good,
docile, and eager for instruction and im
provement. Both the teachers and the
taught have long since passed away, but
the good work then commenced has in
creased year after year, mid become the
glorious American Catholic Church of
our day, which has extended its saving
influence all over this vast republic.
THEPEiLTorrHt SEA
CROSSING THE ATLANTIC IN A COCKLESHELL.
ARRIVAL OF THE SAILBOAT CITY OF RAGUSA
(two tons burthen) at boston
FROM LIVERPOOL. “a DIRTY
AND UGLY VOYAGE.”
Boston, Sept. 8, 1870.
The two nautical adventurers who set
out to cross the broad Atlantic iu a tiny,
minature craft of less than two tons ar
rived safely at this port this evening,
having been ninety-nine days from
Liverpool and eighty from Queenstown.
Their voyage, as may be supposed, has
been attended with numerous perils, and
as an instance of daring it is probably
the most remarkable ever known, even
surpassing the famous voyage of the Bed,
White and Blue from New York to Lon
don a few years since.
John Charles Buckley, who conceived
and directed the voyage, is a middle
aged and intelligent Irishman, belonging
in Dublin, nnd the companion who ac
companied him is a middle-aged Aus
trian, by the name af Nicholas Primoraz
—both old followers of the sea. Mr.
Buckley, about six months since, was as
he termed it, “taken with a whim’’
that lie would like to distinguish himself
by sailing over here in the smallest pos
sible craft that ever crossed the ocean.
He accordingly purchased a little bark
riggeu vessel, fitted her up for his pur
pose, christening her the City of Ragusa,
and, with his companion aud a favorite
dog, started for America. In size the
little bark seems almost too diminutive
for safety even to cross the Hudson river
during a moderate blow. Her length
over all is only twenty feet, her breadth
less than six, she draws only about two
feet of water, she is a fraction less than
two tons burthen, and spreads between
seventy and eighty yards of canvass
Everything about her i3 of similar lili
putian dimensions. The cabin is almost
a farce, as everything else is in point of
size, but with a economizing of
every inch of space the two plucky
mariners managed to get along, although
such a thing as rendering themselves
comfortable* was entirely out of the ques
tion. They left Liverpool on Thursday,
June 2, the occasion of their departure
being made a grand gala day, and thou
sands, and thousands gathered at the
wharves to bid them goodby and wish
them a God speed, They took on board
a quantity of corned beef and other pre
served meats, 500 pounds of coal, about
80 gallons of wrt:r and a ton of ballast.
Th( y cleared for New York, but Cap
tain Buckley changed his mind after
wards and made for this port, taking the
northern course, or substantially the
same one taken by the Cambria iu her
race with the Dauntless. Ten days
was consumed in the voyage from Liver
pool to Queenstown, and upon arriving at
rhe latter port she put in four days for
repairs, leaving finally on the morning
of Thursday, June 16, with the cheers
and prayers of thousands. There were
strong westerly winds almost from the
beginning of the journey to the end, and
two or three heavy gales. The most
severe of these, however, was on Satur
day night last, when the Ragusa was on
George’s Bank. Numerous vessels in
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that vicinity were wrecked at the time,
but this litle fragile craft, with not a
plank in her over half an inch in thick
ness, danced around on the mad waves
the whole night long, coming out all right
iu the morning with only the loss of the
jib. The first thirty-five days of the
voyage the weather was uniformly
rough, and not for a moment during this
whole time did either Captain Buokley
or his fellow tars enjoy the luxury of a
stitch or dry clothing. The water not
only poured in upon them unmercifully
over the deck, but the bark commenced
leaking badly and one man had to be
constantly working the little hand
pumps, which they were fortunately
provided with.
With little or no sleep for days and
nights in succession the adventurers be
came exhausted and weary, and with
visions of a watery grave before them,
they now began to repent of their singular
undertaking. A fire kindled in the stove
was speedily quenched by the dashing
sea, aud for three weeks or more they
hod to subsist on raw meat and hard
bread. Their best day’s run, however,
was, under these trying circumstances,
when they made 156 miles. Their slow
est day’s run eleven miles ; but the
average speed of the entire voyage was
about four knots per hour. When at
length there came an interruption of a
few day’s fine weather and the exhausted
men were about to indulge in the rarity
of a cooked meal, they discovered that
their kindling wood had been washed
away. In vain they tried to kindle a
coal fire with the few appliances at hand,
and finally they gave it up in disgust and
despair. During this melancholy frame
of mind their spirits brightened one day
by the sight of a floating barrel, and
when they picked it up it was found to
contain about half a dozen gallons of
tar, an article never more timely found
in tlie hour of its greatest need. It not
only served them for kindling fuel, but
also was found useful for caulking pur
poses, and the leaking cruft was very
soon repaired. When in the neighbor
hood of Cape Clear a couple of mam
moth whales paid the voyagers a visit,
one of them coming up alongside so un
pleasantly near that Captain Buckley
reached over and placed his hand on the
intruder’s back. They followed along
some five or ten minutes and then disap
peared in the briny deep, much to the
satisfaction and joy of the adventurous
sailors. On the 4th of July they en
countered a heavy storm; but in spite of
it they commemorated the day, and, as
the captain expresses himself, drank the
health of General Grant and all his rela
tives. They spoke various vessels, going
and coming, but only on two occasions
did they require any stores or assistance,
although everything was freely placed at
their disposal by the mariners who came
in their way. The passing vessels sup
plied them with news from the outside
world, and one of the Cunard steamers
gave the captain a file of the New York
Herald , covering a period of about fifteen
days, and in that journal they first
learned of the war between France
and Prussia, and also of the result
of tfie International yatch race be
tween the Cambria and Dauntless, an
event which Captain Buckley seemed
to take a lively interest in. The fact
that the little craft was coming to Boston
was not known until two or three days
since and Collector Russell then decided
to go down in a government tug and
escort her up the harbor. She was re
ported from below in the middle of the
afternoon, and about six the Collector and
a few members of the press went down
to meet her. After passing the “Bug
Light” a little yawl-rigged concern was
dimly visible in the distance. The steamer
shaped her course thither.
“What bark is that,” inquired Collector
Russell.
“The City of Ragusa, sir,” came the
response, in a blending accent of English
and Irish.
“Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!” came
simultaneously from all on board the
tug. -
“What kind oi a passage have you
had?” we all asked, to which the Captain
replied, “Oh ! an awful dirty and lurly
one,”
“How is your dog?” was the next
question, and the response was to the ef
fect that his canineship shuffled off this
mortal coil on the 29th of August. The
progress of the Franco-Prussian war was
next inquired about, and when the Cap
tain learned the result he was not a little
astonished. The offer of the tug’s ser
vices to tow the fragile craft up to the
city was then made aud gratefully ac
cepted, and at precisely nine o’clock she
was safely in dock at the end of Long
Wharf, and Mr. Buckley and his com
panion put foot on land for the first time
in eighty-three days, the voyage from
Queenstown to Boston having occupied
just that length of time, although it has
been ninety-nine days since they left
Liverpool. The novel wonder will re
main here for a few days to undergo re
pairs, and then Captain Buckley will sail
her round to New York. He says he is
glad the journey is over, and, although
he never had any serious doubts about
being successful, he does not care to un
dertake the experiment again.
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EXERCISES OF THE SOUL
TO PREPARE ONE FOR THE SA
CRAMENT OF PENANCE AND
THE HOLY EUCHARIST.
TRANSLATED FOR THE BANNER,
BY HISS MARY MOON.
SHORT EXPLANATION OF THE APOSTLES’
CREED.
VI.
And from thence He shall came to
judge the living and the dead.
As I believe that all that the Prophets
predicted of Jesus Christ was exactly
and literally accomplished, likewise
I believe that all that He himself pre
dicted will happen in the future.
His first coming happened, just as it
had been announced. He came in hu
mility, in obscurity and g*ief, in order to
instruct us and to save us. His second
coming will happen likewise: He will
come in the glory of Ilis Father in order
to confound his enemies and to judge us.
At His Tribunal all mortals, of every
nation, quality, ago, sex, condition, what
ever they may be, who shall have lived
from the beginning of the world until
this last day, shall be obliged to appear.
For all the dead shall rise again and
shall be their judge at the same time.
1 hen from the height of Ilis throne
He will pronounce the final and inevita
ble decree. An eternal fire shall be the
share of those who shall have transgressed
Ilis laws; but all those who shall have
been faithful to Him, He will put in pos
session of Ilis eternal Kingdom.
Yes, I believe simply that this last day
will come, although by a wise disposition
of His adorable providence, the L >rd
lias been willing to keep concealed from
us the time at which it is to happen.
VII.
I believe in the Holy Ghost.
I have confessed, I confess again with
all my heart, that in the divine Nature,
which is essentially one, there is a Trinity
of persons. The Third is the Holy
Ghost, who, by a single and same opera
tion, proceeds equally from both the
Father and the Son ; equals, consub
stantial to both, as great, as powerful as
both, eternal, Lord and God as both.
We call Him Spirit for different rea
sons. That which suffices me and which
is more without my grasp, is that He
inspirse us; and as our bodies live only
by the spirit which animates them, our
souls likewise live only through Him.
I believe then that works of grace belong
to Him as a special attribute. Jesus
Christ has merited grace for us; in this
sense it is from Him; the Holy Ghost
distributes it by liis secret inspirations.
I believe that without this grace I am
nothing; lean do nothing before God,
that is to say, I am incapable of every
supernatural work, of every work meri
torious of eternal salvation. The first
desire of salvation comes from the Holy
Spirit, and without Him I am not able to
pronounce the name of God, the name of
Jesus, in a manner agreeable to the Su
preme Being.
I believe that this grace is always
purely gratuitous. Ah! whereby could
I be able to merit it ? Before it lam
capable of no good which is iu any sort
proportioned to it. Jesus Christ truly
has merited it; therefore it is in conside
ration of Jesus Christ that the Holy
Ghost confers it upon us.
I believe also that this grace is'abso
lutely necessary in order to commence,
to advance, to consummate my salvation,
necessary even in particular to wish, to
commence, to finish, each good work
meritorious of salvation, this grace
no one is able to merit, that the
Holy Spirit gives when it pleases
Him, is distributed in such a man
ner that any one of those who perish,
whoever he may be, can not complain
that he perishes for want of the aids that
were necessary to Him in order to save
him; that no one, in a word, perishes
except through his owu fault.
I acnnowledge, l believe, in short, that
this grace works in me all my merit;
but that it does not work it alone, that it
does not work it without my co-operation.
Alas ! I have too often resisted it; I have
too often caused its effect to fail, even
when I felt the most lively impressions 5f
it, not to confess to my confusion what is
always truly sufficient in order to make
us practice the good to which it leads us,
and that our resistance, our obstinacy,
our midice, render it inefficacious
, This is, O my God. wimt I ‘believe
about lour grace. Ah! henceforth nia
my constant fidelity correspond with
to securem me the effects of it! ’
VIII.
The Holy Catholic Church.
The Church is the assemblage of { )\
those who, believing in God aud iu lbs
Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord, are re united
by the profession of a same faith and tlm
participation of the same Sacraments
under the same legitimate chiefs. Al
though this is only one single and same
body, this body is essentially composed
of two parts, chiefs and members. The
one in visible chief is Jesus Christ* but
this invisible chief is represented sensibly
by visible chiefs. In ascending
Heaven He established the Apostles to
hold His peace upon earth. The succes
sors of the Apostles, who are the Bishop
represent Him then still to-day. At
their head is the successor of St/Petor
the Pastor of Pastors, in virtue of the
authority that Jesus Christ gave to
Feter to feed not only his lambs but his
sbeeP-
It is upon these principles that we dis
tinguish. and that I acknowledge, I con
fess, two parts in one single aud same
Church, the Church teaching and the
Church taught. The latter contains sim
ply all the faithful ; the former is com
posed of the Bishops, successors of the
Apostles, united to their chief, successor
of Peter. I believe that the duty of the
faithful is to listen to their Pastors ; t j
submit themselves to their decisions ; to
follow the route that they point out to
them, without having any right of suffrage
in the Church. The only right that they
may exercise is that of interrogating
and of consulting.
I believe that the duty of the Priests
and of the inferior Pastors is truly to in
struct the faithful; but that they have no
right and no jurisdiction except such as
is communicated to them by the Bishops,
of whom they are only the organs ami
interpreters. They teach, indeed, but
only what is taught them by the Bishops.
They have no right to make decisions,
and they are not less obliged to submis
sion and docility than the simply faith
ful. I believe that the duty and the
right of the Bishops is to instruct, to
teach, to decide, as much Id dogmatic as
in moral matters, both what it is necessary
to believe and what it is necessary to
do. I belike that their authority ex
tends without restriction and without re
serve over all that concerns Chri.-tian
faith. I believe that it is these who,
united together by plurality of sutl [•*> fTQjS'
united to their chief, the successor of
Peter. Vicar of Jesus Christ, compose
the Church teaching, the Church at the
head of which Jesus Christ has promise 1
that He will be invisibly until the co: •
summation of the ages; the Church that
He has promised that the Holy Ghost
shall always assist; Church against
which He has declared that the gates of bed
shall never prevail; Church, by con
sequence, which is neither able to be de
ceived, nor to deceive us; otherwise it
would he Jesus Christ Himself wh )
should have deceived us.
I submit myself, then, in mind and
heart, to this Church, 1 subscribe to all
its decisions in general, without any ex
ception, without any reserve, to the new
as to the old, since she is not able to be
less infallible today than she was form
erly, for I know that Jesus Christ dues
not change, that He is always the same.
It is in the possession of this faith
that I wish to live and to die. Amen.
View Mont, Albemarle county , Fa.,
July 26, 1870.
Taglioni’s Visit to the Field
Woerth.— An opera dancer — one wh >
was Taglioni—has a son in the Twelfth
Chasseurs. This regiment was almost
cut to pieces at the battle of Woerth, and
news soon came to the anxious mother that
her Albert was among the slain. Mme.
Ulirich—for that is her name, and her
husband is Governor of Strasbourg—de
clared she did not believe the news: she
would travel to Woerth herself, and not
credit the false tale until she had found
his bedy out among the corpses left
without burial. The journey lasted a
few days to a small village, at which, by
dint of persevering inquiry, she had rr
certainad a few survivors of the Tweiim
Chasseurs were gaining fresh stiength : r
a second attack. It was night when see
reached the said village; but by the hgb*
of an oil lamp she was led to a barn,
and of the first chasseur mounting guar:
asked in confident tones where to find
Albert Uhrieh. ‘ He’s there,” rephod
the man pointing to the barn door, and - 1;
grateful mother rushed on. There, in
deed, was the youth, fast asleep, betwee
the legs of a horse eating hay. Down
crawled the lovely figure of the weary
mother, down to the sleepers warm tem
ples; then, without awaking him, pressed