The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1891-11-08
1NHoNoR OF BISHOP oHAPEbnE
rendered Reception by Pupils of Holy
Cros, Academy.

rendered n Reception by Pupils of Holy
Cros, Academy.
Friday wac a memorable day to the pupils
of Holy Cross Academy Wishing to offer
testimonial of their gratitude and affection
they rendered to the Rt. Rev. Bishop Chapelle
a reception in the Academy Hall, which was
beautifully decorated for the occasion. Loud
applause greeted the newly-erected Bishop as
he entered which gradually subsidized as
Mendelssohn's march from "Athalia" burst
forth from violins and pianos. A tribute of
affection which is printed below, was pre-
sented Ivy Miss Margaret Loughrau, on the
part OF her companions minglng congratula-
tions with regrets. The young lady's deliv-
cry was all that could be desired. 'Souhaets
de Bonheur" was pretty French effusion
read by Miss j. Littleiield on the part Of the
French class. Miss O'Brien's recitation, "An
Empty Niche,'' was given in graceful STYLE
On this occasion as on all Others, the minims
claim their share of honors from their older
sisters, and presented in a very creditable
manner can Elecutionary Contest" which
called forth rounds Of applause.
Miss L. Saums rendition of Hsydn's TIE
Deum was greatly complimented, as was also
Miss r. Small in her vocal solo, ''Fleur des
Alps.n The choruses were very good, the
young voices ringing out clear and strong to
the accompaniment of vtolns and piano.
As the last sounds of Rossni's ''La Carita''
died away the Bishop arose to address the
pupils
lie preluded his remarks by saying that
nothing renders the human heart so happy as
the knowledge that one is loved; that this
love is enhanced in value many fold when it
proceeds from hearts young and pure; when
its motive is disinterested, and when sanctified
by religion. The Bishop complimented the
young ladies and their alma mater in the
warmest terms, assuring them that he re.
joiced that so many years of his life had been
spent in their midst, and that he would carry
away most pleasant memories of the good Sis
ters of the Holy Cross and the pupils of their
excellent academy.
the parents of the children and friends of the
institution. Following is the poetical tribute
delivered by Miss Loughran:
All days are Gods, and each successive dawn
Is but note that swells the hymn OF praise,
That rises like sweet incense from the earth
In thanks TO Him, from whom all blessings
fow
Aud mingled in the music of that song
That endless song-our souls to-day send forth
Glad notes of gratitude and sacred joy,
For Christ the King, through holy Mother
Church,
Has honored one whom all our hearts revere.
The mitre aud the croser! Blessed signs
Of two-fold office! First to rule all hearts
BY coronet divinely sent, the staff
To guard the flock of Christ from evil powers.
Felicitations warm our hearts present,
AS unto God we offer this our prayer
Oh. may the mitre crown your life with joy,
And may the crosier guide your steps for aye!
AS softly over Bethlehem's care there rose
Angelic voices breathing peace and joy,
Within the Maiden Mothers heart there rang
Strange sounds, and Calvary's echoes sad and
wierd
Awoke to sleep no more and so to US
Amid the acclamations that abound
There come the minor chords. the notes of
grief,
That tell of parting from our father dear
The years eternity now holds, have been
Most fruitful in sweet thoughts of gratitude,
OF filal love; for, every day revealed
A fathers care, a fathers tender heart
For those confided to his guiding hand
The labors Of your life-an open book
In which we read reflected on each page
The lessons taught OF Heaven-are known to
ALL
And must the ties thus formed be broken now
By parting? No, ah no; our hearts cry out.
Our father shall remain our father still.
The memory of your words. your counsels
With holy wisdom shall be ours for aye.
And though your labors call you far away
Your loving children and your friends in truth.
The bead-roll of the Church in our fair land
Is rich in names OF those who mitre crowned
And armed with crosier. firmly meet the foe
That stands against our God. Now writ in
gold
Your name shall stand with all the golden
And deeds that have drawn blessings from on
high
Souls for Heaven All would that we might
tell you all
Our hearts would faln express, but you who
know
Our very souls, must need no word of ours
To speak our sorrow and our grateful love-
As Bishop then we greet you, father dear,
But title dearer. yet more fraught with pain
AT thought of losing you, our friend. our pride,
Our father-yes our father. faithful, true,
We offer you our homage, and we pray
That whosoe'er the voice of God may call
Your childrens constant love and heartfelt
prayer,
May make you blessed. thrice blessed of God
and man.
Our greeting and our prayers are lost in tears
And joys sweet lays are soundless meath the
word,
Farewell.