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2 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 " -—— '■ . 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. ■■ 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