The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-06-07
From tie New York Sum
THE ELECTRICAL ORATOR.

fr"m tie New York Sun!
TIE ELECTRICAL ORATOR.
An crcnt in Nep York Catholic Circles
me Ioct Priest Of the South IN st. ste
phc"S Last Night-Jesus Before Plate.
The poet priest, Father Ryan of Mobile,
preached in st. Stephens r. c. Church at
lNa y. NJ. yesterday, and tho usual CON
grrgaton who listened to his eloquent and
logical sermon returned to the lecture in
the evening. reinforced 10y at least ID thou
eand more persons than We're in the church
in the morning. AS soon as the church
doors were opened the throngs who were
| waiting surgcd into the edflce, and as fast
as the tickets could be taken they were
accommodated with seats, until every pew
! in the body of the church and both of the
side aisles was filled.
Respectful and music loving as Catholic
| congregations are, that in St. Stephens
last night showed signs of impatience that
the floods of melody from the organ loft
should cease, and permit them to listen to
the orator and when at last Father Ryan
made his appearance with DR.. MEG lynn
! the tiutter of expectation \, came audible,
and as he assembled the pulpit, many rose
from their seats and stretched their nccks
to catch Il better view Of the small, un-
graceful, umPretrnding man that stood be-
! fore them. He looked neither the poet nor
! the orator But when he had finished
reading from the eighteenth chapter of the
Gospel of St. John the account of Pilates
last interview with Jesus, in ,iDging,
sonorous voice that-PcDetratcd like IL sharp
bell to all parts of the building, and stood
silently gazing on the multitude after ut
| terinS the words, "What is truth 7" the
singular power of genius held his audicnce
spell bound even before he broke forth in
clarion tones that electrified them, "Pilate,
Governor of Judea, did you ever forget the
pale face of the poor prisoner that, bound
and Stacked before you, looked back into
your face with his sad eyesf Did You
ever forget his low whispers when he an
swered your interrogatory Did he haunt
you to the last day of your life with his
poor pale face that on that Friday morn
ing Sazcd into yours Did it torture you
| to the end a man bound and fetched.
without one friend to sustain him and say
to tn" Governor, .'Hc is true, and thcr.-
fore innocent" Poor, pow,Ilrss, friend
less, he stood before the ruler, and an
| swcrcd, and ere his answer could be heard,
! Plate returned to the multitude without
/ who ciamorrd for his blood. Before Plate
| lie stood in the guiso of a malciactov, and
| he, the naughty RomPu whose banner had
flashed In victory in every quarter of the
world, asked u man icttrrrd and bound,
care you u King ~
| For an hour and twenty minutes he
held his auditors "nchainrd by \ success.
( ION "t alternate logical points aud flowers
/ OF poctc metaphor and symbolism, mo
SACKED III II stream OF pure and elegant
English.
As soon as he began speaking his forn,
ana face glOwcd with the ire of rlOuuenr.
and every movement and gesture was full
OF imprisoned grace and beautiful in OK.
pTcsslon. His small and well formed banda
are as expressive IA his face. HIS con
ctud1nE words We're /: Ever since that
Good Friday Truth has become u cororct
linked with n sorrow. They nailed his feet
to the cross. but instead of stopping them
in their pathway 1t made them strong &c
travel Though ages with his children. 1t
crucIfyng Trdth they crowned truth
Roses fade, but thorus endure through
years and ages. Truth was cradlcd before
the human race was Graded and earth and
humanity will die before its De protundi,
will DO sung. Truth never wears a per.
haps. 1t is hn everlasting yes. She is as
lntoerant of uncertainty as arithmetic and
geometry, are. They laugh at your efforts t.
make twice two three or to make the tire,
angles of triangle equal to four right an
giles. But while truth is intolcrant OF
talsehood she must he tolerant of those
who fall in falsehovd, but do it uncon
sciously Of tho mistake they are making
Smile not Mt the Druid who clasped an OAK
thinking he had found truth. Honor him
rather that he pursued her though he wor.
| shipped au error Bat We have not q
shadow of the truth but truth itself. No,
a CLEAN of heaven through a rift in a
church, but the full blue and the Reaminl
sunlight of truth to lead US to the sunlight
of eternity.
MT +. +. GoSArty, l5l Camp street, AN
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