The Irish standard., 1893-09-30
PAUL, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1893

ding could not survive the disasters OF
his land, and with him died the hopes Of
Ireland. His bones lie here. His room,
with chair, table and cruciix, is pre-
served just as when he sat there. On the
fly leaves of many books his writing may
still be read, and appropriately enough
the same room preserves the sword of
0Neill, suspended by green silk inside q
glass case. The library contains 10000
volumes in English, Latin and Irish, and
some Of them most rare works, including
the life of Columbkille, translated for
Henry O'Nei'l, chief of the clan.
The lover of art will walk with linger-
ing footsteps through the chapter room
OF ST. Isidore, It's walls contain some
Of the rarest specimens of Oreybek style
in frescoes. In 1872 Brother Emanuel,
though an humble lay brother, gave to
the world and Immortality the life like
features OF Father Luke Wadding and
his companions. At one bound this poor
monk took place among the masters of
theAage. The end wall shows Wadding
compiling the annals of the order-along
the right is Father Barron of Clonmel,
with Fathers Hickey and Harold, the
three companions of Luke, and the first
founders Of the house. The loving hand
Of Har Did has graced the life and strug-
gies Of his friend and father. The oppo
site wall contains another line of Irish
worthless. Father John Colgan, author
Of the lives of the three Irish saints,
heads the group. Hugh McCauley, arch
bishop of Armagh, is next. His dust
lies here. He was offered cardinals 8
hat, which his humility would not allow
him to accept. Some short time before
I;visited st. Isidore's, the first cardinal
archbishop of Armagh came to bow his
head in reverence above the sacred dust
Of bis predecessor, who sleeps far away
from his rugged see. The illustrious
procession closes with the commanding
fgure of Florence CoDroy, archbishop of
guan, predecessor of the glorious old
lion who for close on century held ut
bay tyrants, traitors and proselytizers.
When Napoleon I. was seized with that
Vandal mania for robbing artistic Eu-
rope to enrich Paris, he. ordered these
(lfreseoes to be taken down and removed
to the French capital.
The loving pens OF the three great
English writer's, and the faithful brush
Of Fra Angelica, whose best priced por-
trait may still be admired in the old re-
fectory of st. Mark IS at Florence, all four
have rescued from oblivion aud pre-
served to posterity the features of Sa.
vonarola. II they picture Alright the
great Dominican, ] thought that in the
man wrapped in the brown garb of st.
Francis I could discern a soul not dis
similar, and did occasion require, man
who could rise to the level and perhaps
rival the noble Florentine monk in the
proudest hour of his splendid career.
But let US leave St. Isidore's, its mem
cries and it's mon of to-day. From the
Pincian gardens splendid villa may be
seen crowning the sharp summit of the
Marian hill. which overlooks the city q
mile at the other side. That house has a
strange history. It's roof has sheltered
the axiled Stuarts since the fatal day OF
Aughrim. Above it's arched gateway
the royal arms of Scotland stand in bae
relief. The unfortunate James and the
Chevalier de st. George found home
there. The latest descendant was an aunt
to the Irish nobleman who sustains the
honor and tradition of the ill-fated dy-
nasty. Some twenty years ago this lady,
then in her 18th year, fell hopelessly in
love with boy of 8-a telegraph opera.
tor. They were married, and the youth
foul bridegroom had clever advisers be-
hind him. While his hoary bride was in
q loving mood he persuaded her to make
over in gift to him the whole of the no.
BILE Villa Stuart. When her more sober
senses returned, she discovered that her
new made bid tgroom was very far from
being all her brilliant fancy painted him.
She expelled him, and twenty years have
rolled by since this extraordinary mar
r1age took place. Last month she ven
tured on trip to the north of Italy; a
severe cold laid low the last foolish scion
of the chiyalrous but ill-starred dynasty,
and the erstwhile telegraph boy, now a
demoralized cot, reigns supreme in the
ancient halls of the Italian Holyrood,
with the languid, sallow features OF
twenty generations Of Stuarts looking
down from the walls of the latest heir-a
curious anti climax to their dreams 300
golden years ago.
Mgr. satolli and the G. A. r.
During his recent western tour Mon
signor Satolli went to Plano, in the Chi
,a<,<, urnI d;nnoao n adniniofoP fs0nf3rma.