The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-12

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 Heavy damages were awarded to Father Vaughan, and the paper sus- pended publication. After King Ed wards death, the priest paid a tribute to his royal patron and said: t1 wish once for all to contradict the rumor that King George and Queen Mary do not like Catholics. Let their Ma Jesties' twelve millions of Roman Catholic subjects know that that ru- nor is a baseIess and cruel calumny.
 Whether Father Vaughan be right or wrong in his belief that the mani festations of modern society are sfrni- lar to those which sapped the viriIity of Rome, there is no question. that he regards it part of his mission to issue repeated warnings against what he calls the devastating plague of frivolity, folly, and riot.'' He has Written many Articles, pamphlets, and books, dealing with religious and soc 1aL topics, and he gains a full hearing lew days ago, he again enunciated his doctrines in vigorous language.
 we are 1iving,'' he said, 'tin a day of headlines, snapshots, taxicabs, and music halls; in a day when the scramble for the prizes of life has become a mad passion. It is a day petition for earthen toys is keen. and the margin of profit in commerce has become so fine that the one cry beating through the air is Hurry up!' No one seems to have time for pause till, worn out in the pursuit of geWgaws and vanities, a rest cure be- ped, and all action, mental as well as physical, must be prescribed for an eighth of a year.
 We, are living in day when the high ideals of old are fast yielding to the pressure of creature comforts, when principle is being exchanged sacrificing Catholicism. is being bar tered for self-centred naterialism; when the Christian sense of sin is being regarded as a bygone supersti- what you believe, but only what you do, and when you may do what you in day when the relations between the sexes take one back to Pagan times, when the garbage on which men and women feed is as foul and 1o1thsome as the stuff over which they gloat and chatter; in a day when marriage has become so de- pledged troth can make it long and endurable without change of prospec tive partners in a life / of lega1ized vice; in a day when there is no en- pty place but in the cradle, no room in which to move but in the church eS.
 Observe that the cleavage today, as Tn no previous time since the dawn of Christianity, is between God and Mammoth; or shall I say, in language more definite still, between Catholic
 
 ary naterialism itself. For confirm at1on of my strong assertions read the story of present-day life, as it is reflected in society, as it is mirrored forth on the stage, it is shown up in the law courts, as it is writ large on our book stalls, or, if you will, as 1t is published in society journals, in the monthly magazine, in the weekly pictorial and in the daily press.
 f"Tida1 Wave of Paganism.''
 With Mammon, then, asserting it. the community in this twentieth cen tury, with home life gone, with social life demora1ized, with our marts of industry like gambling hells; and the very streets like a nightmare, what, ask, is to lift ND and proclaim the interests of God against the devastat- ing plague of frivo1ity, fo1l, and riot?
 Mote well that before this tidal sea to sea and river to river, every thing is going under with one excep- The church of Christ, indissolubIy one, infallib1y true, indestructibly good, is the one and only institution that is, holding her own and is sem able, amid all this wreckage and ruin l1tter1ng the spaces of the world yesterday, today, and the same for shifts. W 7'''- . o- s-'' mover
 "In conclusion, let me remind you how it has come to pass that so re- sponsive, gent,quick-witted, and brilliant people as the Irish have never been caught and captured, as so many were, by the glare of pseu- do theology or the glamour of false ph1losophies- Ireland is what she is today because her sons and daugh- ters say their prayers and go to the sacram ents. Let us go forth, resolv- ed to do likewise, and we, too, like them, shall remain unspoi1ed by mod ernity, 'unspotted from the world D From the New York Evening Post.