Soothing me: knowest not thou, thou art in heav'n? Is holy, and that nothing there is done But is done zealously and well? Deem now, What change in thee the song, and what my smile In which couldst thou have understood their prayers, Cary's Dante. From Martin Luther and His American Worshippers. (American Catholic Quarterly Review, July, 1881.) Modern taste unfortunately-and we may thank Luther's teaching for it-is no longer Christian, but pagan. Our heroes, too often nowadays, are made and held up for worship, not on the score of religion, virtue, or love of country, but because they are of the world, worldly, mouthpieces in word, or patterns indeed of the bad passions and corrupt inclinations that belong to unregenerate man. They have their use, too; for they are put up by a few bad men, and stand on their pedestals mute but eloquent witnesses of the cowardly servility that is an unfailing mark of all degenerate communities and peoples. Thus Greece of old, in her halls, groves, and high-ways, for one bust of Plato or Leonidas, had full twenty of Aphrodite, Eros, Priapus and adulterous Jove....Luther deserves no statue at the hands of the American people, nor in their chief city, for his teachings or any influence they may have exercised on civil and religious liberty. The idle boast that our political liberty has any connection with Martin Luther or his Reformation is sufficiently disproved by the fact that the liberties of Germany were effectually lost after Lutheranism had brought Germany under its influence, and nowhere more thoroughly than in Scandinavian Europe, where it became supreme without a ri Monsignor Cor coran. From Sweet Innisfallen. S veet Innisfallen, long shall dwell 'Twas light, indeed, too blest for one, No more unto thy shores to come Moore. THE OROTUND. The Orotund is a rich, deep, resonant chest-tone. It is the Pure Tone amplified. The volume of Pure Tone is increased when the sentiments, which Pure Tone conveys, become more elevated. Thus, in expressing our esteem, love, or mere admiration, we employ the simple Pure Tone. But when esteem heightens to reverence, love to adoration. admiration to awe, then the tone swells in harmony until it merges into what is called Orotund. The Orotund requires deep breathing, great freedom, and a liberal opening of the vocal apparatus. Examples. From The Hidden Gem. Father! who here this thing of clay didst fashion Its dust together hold, or free disperse, Or rather, like a pearl, be gently dropped To seek in vain for surface, depth, or margin, From The Precious Blood. It Salvation! What music is there in that word,-music that never tires but is always new, that always rouses yet always rests us! It holds in itself all that our hearts would say. is sweet vigor to us in the morning, and in the evening it is contented peace. It is a song that is always singing itself deep down in the delighted soul. Angelic ears are ravished by it up in heaven; and our Eternal Father himself listens to it with adorable complacency. It is sweet even to Him out of whose mind is the music of a thousand worlds. To be saved! What is to be saved? Who can tell? Eye has not seen, nor ear heard. It is a rescue, and from such a shipwreck. It is a rest, and in such an unimaginable home. It is to lie down forever in the bosom of God in an endless rapture of insatiable contentment.-Father Faber. From Threnodia Augustalis. Be true, O Clio. to thy hero's name That all who view the piece may know He needs no trappings of actitious fame.... For once, O Heaven, unfold thy adamantin L. ck: If not thy firm, immutable decree, At least the second page of strong contingency, Such as consists with wills onginally nice, Let them with glad amazement look On what their happiness may be: Let them not still be obstinately blind, To stain the royal virtues of his mind. From Paradise. Canto XXX. Dryden. O prime enlightener! thou who gav'st me strength There is in heav'n a light, whose goodly shine Makes the Creator visible to all Created, that in seeing him alone Have peace: and in a circle spreads so far, That moves, which being hence and vigour takes, Its image mirror'd in the crystal flood, As if to admire its brave apparelling Of verdure and of flowers; so, round about, Eyeing the light, on more than million thrones, Has to the skies return'd. Cary's Dante. From The Bells of Stonyhurst. Old College bells! Your carol swells Like angel chords, or voices fairy; Within my soul I hear you toll In fancy still your Ave Maria. Old bells, old bells! Your music tells Of joyous hours and friendships cherished, And dreams and hopes that long have perished. Ah, sweet and sad, Gives rest to hearts with toiling weary, By memories tolled, Sweet bells of oid! To hear again your Ave Maria. P. J. Coleman. From St. Herculanus. "Perugians. stand! Fight for the faith of fatherland; Your leader I; strike, strike for God, Your altars and your native sod." His voice gives nerves the strength of steel, Gives hearts the valor heroes feel; One purpose gleams in every eye: "On to the fight and victory!" |