The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-12-12
THE GRAND CONCERT.

How wonderful are the surges of the seal More
wonderful far Is Christ on high. The magnificent
walls of the new st. Marys cathedral, which tower
in grandeur as though they would fain kiss the
glorious battlements of Paradise witnessed last
Friday night a sublime triumph for the Omnipo-
tent God who made the armament and rolling seas
to follow their appointed paths till his thunderous
command bids them cease. 1t was a marvellous,
well earned victory for that faithful follower of
the great Heavenly Emperor who forty years ago
trod the arid forbidding wastes of the west, his
heart beating high, in the face of terrible obsta-
ces with high resolves and grand visions for that
Catholic Faith he so greatly loved.
The very lights which shone SO brightly around
the lofty pillars of the church, rejecting the love-
pity and feroeous hate of the various depicted per-
sonages the artistic stations of the Cross seemed
to blink and CLEAN a merry welcome TO the kindly
Bishop of Salt Lake, whose sheep love him, their
dauntless earthly shepherd, so we'll
When the grand tones of the mighty organ be-
gan to peal forth imperialy under the mastery
touch of Professor Mcclellan, and the large audi
ence was seated, the scene presented was most
beautiful one. Solemny the noble strains of "Glo-
ria in Excc1sis Deo." from the Twelfth Mass by
Mozart commenced the fine voices of the sing
ers took up the notes and sent them by the music
fire of their souls in thrilling cadence into every
heart and into the reotest recesses of the virgin
cathedral Suddenly there came the silence of the
desert All was mute as death. The pauses were
beautiful; few seconds of stiffness and there
came again the divine harmonious notes of min
Cling vocal and instrumental melody filling the fu
ture sacred home of Salt Lake Catholics from pit
to dome with mighty sound.
Throb on. grand organ. throb on. Do not per-
nit this ecstacy and vision, which such lofty and
holy music conjures vanish from the soul. 1t
magnificent. Surely those kind and talented play
ers and sweet singers must experience the glow of
pardonable pride in the grand triumph of their eff
forts Human words are too weak by which to give
them their well deserved tribute of esteem and
thanks. What greater happiness can Miss Ellen
HAYS know than to be conscious of the pleasant
truth all her days that this handsome practical
gift of hers is ringing forth its splendid immortal
sounds producing in the hearts of multitudes of
people pure emotions while the priest on the altar
is offering up to the Essence of Sanctity and De
vouring Fire of Purity the sacrificial unbloody
repetition of Calvary's lonely hill Could million
donated public libraries give her the divine
gratitude from heaven; the same interior grace and
the sincere, loving thanks Of many thousands of
her fellow Catholics now living and innumerable
hosts as yet unborn When she hears it play, or
thinks of it when she may be far away, will not
her thoughts be as bright as the summer rose?
Words and human works fade, but such gifts and
deeds as pertained this concert-their fragrance
never dies.