The Irish standard., 1894-06-02

Of soil, and not because OF any actua
/ auriferous deposit. Along this strip o
territory, which stretches from the Dor
ders of Kilkenny away through Upper
ary and Limerick, there fourishes race
Of men and women remarkable amongst
all white races for great stature and
eomeliness. It was from this stock young
Elliott descended. The original name oi
the family was MacEllicott, branch Of
Che sept which has given it's name to the
highest of the Irish Mountain ranges
the cGillicuddy's Reeks. In lapse OF
time the original MAC" was dropped,
and subsequently the body of the name
modified to it's present form.
His mother was daughter of Wexford
"a region renowned for it's immortal
struggle against oppression in 179S, Her
maiden name was O'Shea or Shea. She
was woman of the highest spirit and
devotion to duty, and it is to her example
that much of the formation Of Walter
Eillott's character is urquestionably due.
It was in the memorable year 1912 that
the Elliotts came as young couple to
this continent. They landed in Canada,
but came on to Detroit soon Safterward,
snd here they settled down and numer-
Gus family grey up around them, all OF
whom we're destined, under Gods grace,
to make mark in life and shed lustre
on the land of their nativity and the race
from whence they sprung. There is
nothing new in the devotion to faith and
duty which characterizes minds like
these. It is hereditament transmitted
down from the days of Tudor persecu-
.tion, when Desmond ran red IN all it's val
.leys with Catholic blood shed in defense
Of the Faith and the princely Geraldines.
It was men and women of this race who
stemmed the career of Cromwell at Linn
erick and Wexford, and repulsed the vet
Grams of schomberg and the Prince Of
Orange again and again, in the last glori-
GUS stand unhappy Ireland made for ma
tional sovereignty and religious freedom.
But there was in young Elliott's nature
some craving which neither the soldiers
sword nor the lawyers toga could satisfy.
He sighed, like Alexander, for new
worlds to conquer, but the victories he
now began to dream of we're not such as
those which made his pulses leap at the
roll of the drum in the evil days of the
past. No; they were of still nobler
kind. He had heard a voice that startled
hum from the study of knotty points OF
law, like sudden bugle-call-the voice
of one who, like himself, had been seek
ing for light and had found it. 1t was
that of Father Isaac Hecker. That won.
derful pioneer of new priesthood had
come to Detroit, and was putting in prac'
tice his idea Of missionary church for g
progressive people. AS Walter Elliott
listened he felt that his die was cast
This was the career for which he was
ftted-war, not upon his fellow-man, but
war upon the vices, the weaknesses, the
extravagapces of an abnormal age. Ht
made known his wishes to Father Heck
or, and they we're favorably considered
He entered upon his theological studies
soon afterward at Fordham, and in tht
course of three years had mastered then
and was ordained priest in the Paulis1
CONGREGATION. This was in 1871.
Missionary work was then, as it is now
the peculiar forte of the Paulists, ane
Father Elliott was soon in the thick o.
the fight.
The missionary work went on without
intermission, all over the United States
down to 1885, every year adding tt
Father Eliott's fame as preacher ane
reasoner. His literary powers were
steadily growing all the time, for in tht
intervals of his religious duties he wa!
reading the best literature of the day
The Apostolate OF the Press had the1
been started by Father Hecker as an
other means towards the grand end ht
had in view, and the starting of the Cath
olic World magazine was the consequence
of this idea.
The recurrence of Memorial Day ane
| it's religious services in the Paulist churct
rouses up the priest veteran, however
by the force of it's stirring memories
He is again like one who scepteth tht
batte afar off, as he looks around ths
sea of old war-worn faces IN the grea'
aisles, and sees again the bullet-torn flag
under which they had SO often rall.et
for the Union futtering proudly in tht
pulsing air. His eye kindles and !41
voice tbrobs with the great excitsm5h
Of the days Of the vanished past and tn
deeds that then were wrought; and q
the battle hymns to which they SO ofte1
marched to victory burst from the thou
sand throats and roll through the i'm
menee building he is stirred with tn
tremulous pride Of other days and TIA
great memories which those MARTA
HYMNS recall This ie the time TO heR