'Tis many a year since, from his toil released
For a brief hour, away from smoke and din
Of wheel and toil, slow paced the wearied Priest,
A true Heaven's soldier worn in war with sin.
Some miles away he would seek simple food

For humble joy and thanks, 'mong flowers and leafy wood.
With pensive step, and brow to breezes bared,

He trod the glade, or hung above wild flowers
Athirst for bliss. Far off the furnace glowed,
The hot smoke rolled from the Cyclopean towers;
But ah, the peace within those tents of God,
Greenly pavilioning the rare-enamelled sod!

Brief foretaste of the things to come, how sweet!

Now he reclined, now stood, now slowly ranged,

The brook leaped gurgling past his dusty feet,

Leaves lisped and trembled, light and shadow changed; Gravely the pillared pine hung overhead,

And the light ash its net of fairy verdure spread.

'Tis past: eve forms her isles and lakes of red
Athwart the sulphurous clouds above his home,
And thoughts of his high labour—never dead

Within his breast, howe'er his feet may roam--
Bid him depart; but first, with kindled eye,
He prays as one caught up and tranced in charity:
"Thou God of all these beauteous gentle things,

That have so soothed Thy wearied servant here,
And have bedewed with gracious drops the wings
Of his faint soul all weak with pain and fear,-
Grant the possessors of this blessed place

To drink Thy Church's streams, the sevenfold founts of grace!

Bring them within the one and living fold!

I know them not-but what is theirs hath been

Somehow to me far more than gifts of gold;

I love them for this brook and wild wood green.

Lead them from Schism's proud error, Father dear,

And give them better things than earth's ephemeral cheer;

And through them bless, when I am far away,
The people I have fed. None know as yet
The splendour of Thy truth and the One Way
In this wide region full of mammon's fret,
But my poor handful of the sons of toil:

Oh, bless with their pure faith the lord of this fair soil!

For I faint slowly, and my race is done,

So raise protectors of Thy flock oppressed!

Oft hath that flock unconscious blessing won,

From this dear scene when I have here been blessed, For my strength hath been theirs in deed and word;

Then bless their unknown friend-him and all his-O Lord!"

He went. Rarely again he sought the spot,

Yet then breathed o'er it such strong spell of prayer,
That pleadings sweet seemed haunting bower and grot,
And meek Amens to sigh from stream and air.
More shadowy wan he came each month and year,
And then he passed away beyond all grief and fear.

Dying, he one day told of this stray hope

And these fond prayers. Years vanished day by day, And now men point the mansion on the slope

Beyond the glen, and mutter, "Well a way!
Wonders will cease not-he that owns yon home
Hath ta'en to the old faith, and is a son of Rome.'

Yes-praise to God—he, wife, and children bright,
Sole worshippers of Unity and Truth

Of all their class in all that region's night,

Stand champions of the faith's immortal youth;
And oft when those glen flowers their glad eyes meet,
They own the might of Prayer, and bless the dying Priest.

Ecclesiastical Register.

R. M.

DEATH OF THE RIGHT REV. DOMINGO DE SILOS MORENO, O.S.B. BISHOP OF CADIZ.

THIS venerable prelate died at Cadiz on the 9th of March. He was born at Canas, in the diocese of Calatorra, on the 23d of July, 1770. He entered the holy order of St. Benedict, and was professed in the monastery of St. Domingo de Silos. In the year 1818 he was consecrated in his monastery for a bishopric in America; but owing to revolutions in the Spanish colonies on that continent, he was prevented from going to his see, and was in 1824 appointed to the church of Cadiz. In an article on Spain in the Dublin Review for June 1845, the well-known pen of an illustrious writer tells of the zeal of this good bishop for the beauty of God's house, and how, after wonderful labours and great perseverance, he completed and consecrated the magnificent cathedral of his city. When, in the Spanish disturbances, the most holy prelates were selected as objects of persecution, an order for banishment was prepared for the Bishop of Cadiz; but when the ministers were assured that the issue of the notice would be followed by a revolution in that city, and that the whole population would rise to a man in defence of their beloved bishop, it was thought more prudent to withhold the order for his proscription. The affection of his flock found a ready and incere return in the heart of their pastor; for when an order of a different nature would have caused his removal from those whom he always

called and treated as his children, on his election to the archbishopric of Seville, he could not allow himself to be torn away from the faithful people of Cadiz. Though a bishop, yet he never forgot that he was a monk; and he had oftentimes been heard to say, that it would be a special mark of God's love to him, if He would grant him the grace of dying amongst the brethren of his order. This would seem to be hoping against hope, for the calamities of the revolution had not yet been so far retrieved as to allow the Church to witness the return of the Benedictines into Spain. And yet, by a singular coincidence, his eyes were allowed to see the salvation for which he sighed; for it happened that Dr. Salvado, a Benedictine monk, Bishop of Port Victoria, who had recently sailed from England, was waiting for a few days in Cadiz with several other monks on their way to Australia. Hearing of the illness of the bishop, Dr. Salvado proceeded to the episcopal residence, and with twenty-four monks knelt at the bedside of the dying prelate, administered to him the last comforts of religion, and received his last sigh. Nunc dimittis servum tuum Domine in pare, quia viderunt oculi mei salutare tuum. The holy bishop died in the 84th year of his age, and the 35th of his episcopacy. R. I. P.

On the day of the funeral, all the inhabitants of Cadiz vied with each other in testifying their respect and grief for their deceased pastor. The ceremonies commenced at half-past nine in the morning, and concluded at half past three in the afternoon. The procession from the palace to the cathedral moved slowly through thickly-crowded streets, the whole population pouring out to witness the prelate borne for the last time along the very roads through which he had so often scattered benedictions. The children of the various schools, the members of the confraternities, the clergy of the different parish-churches, moved forward bearing crosses, lighted tapers, or banners, all joining in a sad but earnest chorus of prayer for the repose of his soul; while the body, vested in episcopal robes, was exposed to public view, and was borne on the shoulders of priests, the Archbishop of Seville and the Bishop of Port Victoria walking by its side. In the centre of the cathedral was prepared a rich catafalque, on which was laid a cedar coffin with a glass lid, within which were laid the cherished remains, which are thus to be preserved, with the features always able to be seen by those to whom his memory is so dear. The bishop had composed his own simple epitaph: "Here lies Brother Domingo de Silos Moreno, unworthy monk of the order of St. Benedict, and still more unworthy Bishop of Cadiz." In his will he requests that his body shall not be embalmed, that there shall be no funeral oration at his burial, lest the merits of the dead should be unduly extolled by the affection of the living, but that all the rites should be performed as prescribed by the Roman Ritual. The expenses he desires to be paid by his heirs, though they inherit nothing whatever; for the building of his cathedral, and his abundant charities to the poor, caused him to die as he had lived, in a state of apostolical poverty. In memoria æterna erit justus . . . Dispersit dedit pauperibus, justitia ejus manet in sæculum sæculi.

Birth.

At Corby Castle, County Cumberland, on Monday the 14th of March, the lady of Philip Henry Howard, Esq., of a son and heir. On the evening of Wednesday the 16th the infant was baptised by the Rev. Wm. Ryan, of St. Mary's Warwick-bridge, in the Oratory at Corby Castle, and received at the font the names of Philip John Canning. The sponsors were Henry Granville Fitzallan Howard, Earl of Arundel and Surrey; the Right Hon. Emma Agnes Lady Petre (aunt to the infant) being represented by Marmaduke Constable Maxwell, Esq., of Terregles, Dumfriesshire, and Miss Cookson, of Meldon Park, Northumberland, as proxies.

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CONTENTS.

CHARITABLE TRUSTS, ANCIENT AND MODERN

EMIGRATION CONSIDERED WITH REFERENCE TO ITS INFLUENCE

ON THE SPREAD OF CATHOLICITY

MADELEINE, THE ROSIÈRE. Chapters VIII., IX.

REVIEWS.-DR. NEWMAN'S STYLE AND METHOD OF ARGU-
MENT. Discourses on the Scope and Nature of Uni-
versity Education. By J. H. Newman, D.D.

PROSTESTANTISM AND CATHOLICITY COMPARED IN THEIR
ACTION UPON SLAVERY.-The Key to Uncle Tom's
Cabin. By H. B. Stowe

CATHOLIC TALES AND NARRATIVES.-Joe Baker; or, the
One Church.-James Jordan; or, the Treasure and its
Price

SHORT NOTICES.-Haydock's Catholic Family Bible and
Commentary.-Dr. White's Life of Mrs. Eliza A. Seton.
-Rev. P. Green's Letters on the Catholic Oath.-
Father Segneri's Devout Servant of Mary.- Fifth
Annual Report of the Catholic Poor-School Committee.
-Mr. Raby's translation of Suso's Little Book of
Eternal Wisdom
CORRESPONDENCE.-Inspection of Convents.-All Hallow's
College, Drumcondra, Dublin.

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