The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-05-26

HssAsssss a.saa
4onsieeors c.psl - The Monsignore Ca
Or. haaning, sboul6 have been singled out
from all the clergy Of England for this dis
tiBction, -sbows that he IL, at least in
the "Pinios Of tho ex-Premier. not an un-
important parsonage. He 10 one Of those
without having achieved greatness, have
greatness thrust upon them. Still young,
not being over thirty ave years of age, pos
sessing neither great learning nor real elo-
qnenee, NOR yet having played conepicu-
gus part In important events, he is to- day
as widely known as almost any Catholic
priest In England. Newman, the poet, the
Ph.losopher. the finest living writer of the
Ens'lsh language, once the glory OF Angll-
eanism and now the patriarch of the Church
10 England, 10 scarcely more in the mouths
o. men than he. If the end Of fame be, as
n Byron says, to occupy a certain portion Of
achieved 1t. How it has happened that he
has become SO widely known, he himself
probably could not tell. Netoriety has
been thrust upon him, he has not sought it.
wholly occupied in the duties Of his calling,
and fame, the tickle goddess, who ever
loves the young, has smiled upon him, be-
cause he is handsome, and gentle and pure.
He was frat .breught conspioueusly to pub
Tic notice when he received Lord Butte into
10 had made many converts, some Of whom
were noble. ProtestaDte, who frequently
have q kind of superstition about priests
and Jesuits, attributing to them sort of
witchcraft or subtle magic which is ire
sistible, have been led to believe, especial
found in remarkable degree in 'Monsig-
lore Capel. Many Protestant ladies Of
London, we are assured, are afraid to see
him, because they are persuaded that he
would certainly make them Catholics.
Once under the spell Of his voice and man
that futters in vain to escape the fatal gaze
of the willy serpent.
A writer in q late number of the Golden
Ago, Theodore Tilton's female paper, in an
article, which for the rest is rather silly,
expresses with sufficient accuracy the Pro-
testant idea of MoDsignore Capei. 10
speaking Of the vesper service in the Pro-
Kensington Cathedral, London, which he
calls the most fashionable resort of Sunday.
evening church-goers, he introduces him to
rs in the following language:
The fashionable fervor was at it's
height, when figure slowly mounted that
pulpit, laid his four cornered hat upon the
cushion, crossed himself, and clasped his
hands in prayer. Clad in a vestment of
rich crimson silk, his white vestments en-
broidered with masses Of finely wrought lace
"a tall and commanding presence, a noble
forehead-a hairless face-a strongly mark
ed profie-a long aqueline nose-dark hair
and piercing black eye, before us stood
Monsgnore Capel, the foremost Jesuit in
Europe. Our first impressions of this re-
markable man were not agreeable. 1t was
an intellectual face, but face behind
mask. 1t did not reflect like glass the
genuine emotions of the soul, an earnest |
face, no doubt, one that might peril all for
Mother Church, but which concealed some
thing-tbe Tfroo, in ehort, Of man who |
cared more for the proselytizing of souls |
for the glory of an earthly church than the |
leading of q weary spirit to the gates Of
the eternal kingdom. We listened to that
voice which has dOue SO mnch, we looked
for that spell which has unclaimed so MANY.
From the first note of that sermon we knew
that this was master, and special plead
er of the highest order. The discourse was
charity. Charity the all in all Of Jesuitism
In wealthy England. The language was
able. The virtues of the Mother Church
were laid forth as modest violets, the allu-
sions to other creeds were like the chi6in os
of gentle mother. He laid upon them the
hand of velvety criticism. No boastful or
. uisar com isons, such as we have heard
rom other Catholics. 1t was the snff.riprs
IT poor Rome, the charities of liberal Rome.
he loneliness of Rome. The soft voice of
he preacher rose and fell like a silvery
wave, and his accents died away upon the
lste ming ear with a sigh. As the organ
'ealed forth the parting anthem, and that
!ristocratic audience moved slowly down
he aisles, we passed into the street, with q
ceiling of admiration for the man, aud a
of the danger which lurked
or Protestant England, behind these hon
yed words."-LouasUillc Catholic Advocate.
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