The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1873-04-20
WASHINGTON, D. c., April 10. Isl
A Wall From an "Orphan or the
Heart"

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To THE EDITOR OF THE HRRALD:-
Respectfully ask permission fer little space In
your religious columns TO make . few brief re-
marks. l am bewildered by the multiiarious
musings Of your theological correspondents. ] am
an orphan, that is an orphan OF the hesrtn ]
have been taking the rounds OF all the churches,
with the exception OF the Catholic, and ind
not receive that peace OF God which used once to
do. While read and listen to that "vast river Of
unfaiiing source" the pulpit OF New York, grow
moro gloomy and despondent Double -diicbed
doubt dares nae everywhere I take 10 poetry.
And frst l open that sublime poem OF Goethe,
Faust II is to me the green river" which my
thirsty soul loves to swim along. read the over
lures prelndes, &c. with as much delight az II was
In the midst Of hundred stringed instruments
playing q symphony Of Beethoven's. Then there
comes pause. What is its The great artist IN
the construction Of his mighty poem. superstructs
upon the foundation stone OF the universe. laid
down by st. John. In the beginning was the
word. In the beginning was the thought. In
the beginning was the action. Will some erudite
doctor OF divinity take these three little sentences
for his text and throw light upon thems Man IL q
counterpart OF these three sentences. In perusing
further find the poet, with true dramatic discrim-
nation, immortalizes the poor, simple Catholic
GIRL Marguerite, In whom Is personifed the charm,
Roman s Catholic Church s Here too is the Comics.
siOnal, remorse, repentance, in whice even the
soaring philosophical wings Of Faust himself are
not an idel devil bad enough for the
Catholic Church to take hold or let IL
around s.ike roaring lion, seeking whom he may
devour, or who may have some green sacks, prob
ably Let us open Byron; Hall way IN Don Sn, Jusn
Church never uttered anything so beautiful.
will give 1T in FULL
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But set those fellows down to pray
ars ar the mountains mt and a the s
lad r Sroda ne Sr sad w receive the soul
Ave Maria, tis the sh hour Of prayer prsyeri r.
Ave Maria, its the hour Of lovel
Ave Maria, may our spirits dare
l9Sa v a4 thee eh Hnf tt inG SO a''v'
What though the pictured image strike
That painting Is no idol-tis too like.
Again, in Manfred, in his dialogues with the frar
we see through the mirror Of his mind his gloomy
Of the soul, the plans Of the heart must turn to
thee and, indeed, it is but too trne for have been
straying away myself; have allowed the highway
OF my mind TO he tramped by the multitudnous
hOrdes OF teachers OF the mammOn and free
and easy school. Why don't they construct y
upon the passions Of youth which shall dsiniect
the heart when II becomes infected with crime,
which shall Tx the mind and conscience exquisitely
sensitive against the commission OF crime
1t is because their hearts impervious to those
finer feelings which are to be found by repentance
In the Catholic church, which in upper cires amt
quite fashonably lucrative or love making enough
which commands man to bend the knee and
head to the cross, to shed tears, to bring up
his baser sins upon the tablet Of his memory and
confess that they are damning, Let them look at
Napoleon the First kneeling In st. Helena, In the
past to poor Italian youth to whom, as the repre-
sentative OF that church or eighteen centuries he
confessed his sins because as he saw all great men
died in 1t. Let them follow that brightest gem OF
French literature, De Lamartine, in his book Of
the Holy Land, or read Chateaubriand's Genius OF
Christianity, and, perhaps, they may not be SO
bitter against that church which Is the
O, Rome my country city of the soul,
The orphans OF the heart must turn TO thee.
FITZGERALD ONEII.