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The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-13
A SAINT FOR THE WEEK.
ST. COLUMBIA, ABBOT.

st. Columbia, the apostle of the Picts,
was born at Gartan in the county of
Tyrconnel, A. D. sci. From early child.
hood he gave himself to God. In all
his labors-and they were many-his
chief thought was heaven, and how he
should secure the way thither. The
result was that he lay on the bare
floor with a stone for his pillow, and
tasted all the year round; yet the
sweetness of his countenance told OF
the holy souls interior serenity
Though austere, he was not morose;
and, often as he 1onged to die, he was
untiring in good works throughout his
life. After he had been made Abbot,
his zeal offended King Dermot; and
in SOS the Saint departed for Scotland,
where he founded a hundred religious
houses, and converted the Picts, who
in gratitude gave him the Island OF
Iona. There st. COLUMBIA founded his
celebrated monastery, the school OF
apostolic missionaries and martyrs,
and for centuries the last resting place
of Saints and kings. On the day of
his peaceful death, in the seventy,
seventh year of his age, surrounded
in choir by his spiritual children, the
9th June, A. D. 597, he said to his
disciple, Diermit, This day is called
the Sabbath, that is, the day of rest:
and such will it truly be to me; for it
will put an end to my labors." Then
kneeling before the altar he received
the Viaticum, and sweetly slept in the
Lord His relics were carried to Down
and laid in the same shrine with the
bodies of ST. Patrick and st. Bridget
Four years before his death, ST. Co.
lumba had vision of angels, who told
him that the day of his death had
been deferred four years, in answer
to the prayers of his children; where.
at the Saint wept bitterly and cried
out: ''Woe is me that my sojourning
is prolonged" for he desired above all
things to reach his true home How
different is the conduct of most men,
who dread death above everything, in.
stead of wishing ito be dissolved and
to be with Christ"
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-13
QUIT THAT SWEARING.

The most singing rebuke ever
heard given to a young man who
claimed to be good Catholic and
who was certainly a loyal defender of
Catholicity, was administered by a
non-Catholic who was in a group of
business men in which a religious
argument had been injected. Refer
ence was made to a certain lecturer
and writer; well known anti-Catho-
lie. One of those present said he
knew the party and while he didn't
know anything about his religious
views, he admired his writings on gen.
eral subjects and agreed with many
of his political views. The Catholic
young man waxed warm in his denun-
citation of the party in question and
used a term in such denunciation
which was a combination of bias
phemy and gross vulgarity.
Hold on" said one of the Prot
estants, you are Catholic, are you
not?"
He was answered in the affirmative
''And your Church is the Church
that is making all this fuss and parade
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-13
ORDINATION.

The final step has been taken,
The world can not claim thee now
Thou art bound to the Masters serv
ice
By a solemn and holy VOW.
Tenderest ties are broken,
Never again to blend:
Here hath a new life opened
Here must the old life end.
In glory of youth and manhood,
Low at Gods feet they lie;
Over them riseth the chorus,
Reaching the far off sky;
"Ora, ora pro nobis''-
Angels and saints look down
Pray for these brave young soldiers,
Who seek the eternal crown.
ROBBED in the sacred vestments,
Touching with hallowed hands
The chalice of benediction,
Lo! the anointed stands:
kissing the pure, white Altar,
Henceforth his only bride;
His mission to spread the story of
Christ, and Him Crucified"
The breath of sweet June roses
Comes in on the morning air.
Was ever the sky SO cloudless?
Were ever the flowers so fair?
Never word is spoken:
Hearts are too full, may be.
Brother and son are forgotten,
Only the priest we see.
Father" is softly murmured,
Proud of the dear name won;
Sobbing, a gray-haired mother
Kneels to cherished son;
And with voice low and broken.
Gently the words are said,
AS his hand, kind and tender,
Touches that silvered head.
A priest today, and forever!
No wonder the skies are fair.
No thought of the past disturbs thee
Nor shadow of future care.
Whether in grand cathedral,
Or in forest drear and dim,
The sight of the Cross shall brighter
The life that is given to Him.
-Bp Sister oftte Order ofSt. Dominic.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-13
THE SISTERS.

She wrote, dear child, from London,
To her sister at st. Luke
The merry, madcap Alice,
To the Novice at st. Luke:
1--WE just been to the Palace,
With a Duchess and a Duke.
'In your poor secluded Cloister,
O my gentle Geraldine
With it's round OF dreary penance
And it's ever dull routine,
What think you of the honor
Of an audience with the Queen?
"a Countess went before, me,
And a Warehouses behind,
And all the Royal chamber,
With noblemen was lined,
And the Prince, beside his mother,
Looked upon me fair and kind.
For l wore my snowy velvet,
And my set of precious pearls,
And a wreath of whitest roses
Rested lightly on my curls:
Now was l not, sweet sister,
The happiest of girls?'
= y
Then Geraldine made answer
From her Convent by the sea:
God keep thee ever guileless
In thy gaiety and g1ee,
But bear with me, beloved
While I tell my joy to thee.
To-day, my little Alice,
too at Court have been;
Have entered at the Palace
And held converse with the Queer
A dearer and fairer
Than any earthly queen.
with a wreath of whitest roses,
They crowned thy kneeling Nun
And when the Queen embraced me-
o, my. darling little one
Before the Court of Angels,
She espoused me to her Son.
1.-The richest, rarest jewels
He has brought me from on high:
He clasped me to His bosom
With a love that cannot die;
o, tell me, happy Alice,
Art thou happier than u"
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-13
CLOSE. YELLED IN THAT SWEET
SACRAMENT.

Close yelled in that sweet Sacrament,
Our Jesus Heart, our treasure, lies;
Loves priceless, dearest testament
Is shrouded in that mystic guise.
Our Jesus left His realms of light,
On wings of love to earth He's
flown;
To dwell with us it's His delight,
He makes our heart His dearest
throne.
o Sacred Heart, how sweet 'twould
be,
If we could die for love of Thee.
Love is not loved; o angels, weep;
Ye virgins chaste, breathe bitter
signs;
o earth be clothed in mourning deep:
Withdraw your light, We radiant
skies:
For all, our souls dear Spouse hath
died,
For all, His Heart with love doth
burn; .
Yet this meek Saviour men deride,
And for His love make no return.
That Heart for us could do no more,
In anguish deep it sighed and bIed;
A spear His sacred bosom tore,
For us His last life's blood was
shed.
That spear, o Jesus, pierced Thy
Heart
That we within it's depths might
flee,
Oh, wound our own with loves sweet
dart,
Let us expire for love of Thee.
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CORPUS CHRISTI.
Father Faber's Description of the
Feast-Its Outer Splendor,
Its Inner Glory.

Now the first thing we have to do is
to get the spirit of the Feast into us.
Thus writes Father Faber of Corpus
Christi in his precious volume "The
Blessed Sacrament" When this is
once accomplished, he continues, we
shall be better able to sound some of
the depths of the mystery. Nay, the
whole theology of the grand dogma of
the Eucharist is nothing less than
angelic music made audible to moral
ears; and when our souls are attuned
to it we shall the better understand
the sweet secrets which it reveals to
our delighted minds. But we must go
far away in order to catch the spirit
of the Feast. We must put before
ourselves, as on map, the aspect
which the whole Church is presenting
to the Eye of God today. Our great
city is deafened with her noise; she
cannot hear. she IS blinded with
her own dazzle; she cannot see. We
must not mind her; we must put the
thought of her away, with sadness if
it were any other than this, but today,
because it is today with complete in
difference.
o the joy of the immense glory the
Church is sending up to God this
hour: verify! as if the world was all
unfallen still! We think, and as we
think, the thoughts are like to many
successive tide-waves filling our
whole soul with the fulness of delight,
of all the thousands of Masses which
are being said or sung the whole world
over, and all rising with one note of
blissful reclamation from grateful
creatures to the Majesty of our merci,
full Creator
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-13

strange, to talk, to a Catholic priest
that man of might, that master of the
whole gift of immortal joy. Nothing
is better known than that years are
not seldom wasted outside in the
bashful hesitancy of souls, tired in
deed of error, and yet afraid of truth
A happy providence gives many such
an one Catholic friend of the truer
kind. BY this true friend he is in.
vited to visit priest; he is urged to
do it; he is even bantered to make
the venture; and at last he is almost
literally carried to the priests house,
In five minutes the first step, and the
most glorious one is taken: arrange
ments are made for the course of in
struction. blessed is the man who
hath found true friend" says the
inspired Sage-such friend is indeed
gift from on high.
In speaking of the activity of such
friend, our contemporary of st. Jo-
seph, Mo-, The Catholic Tribune, adj
dresses the enquirer and says:
your friend will see the priest for
you and help you in many ways to
overcome your timidity and take the
first step, that of being introduced to
a priest This done, all the rest is
easy.
"The priest will consult your con-
venience as best he can. He will
name day and hour each week salts
factory to you to meet him for instruc-
ton. And what is the instruction?
He will teach you the principal truths
revealed by God which every Chris
tian is bound to believe. He will ex-
plain to you the moral laws as laid
down in the Ten Commandments. He
will tell you about the value of prayer,
what the seven sacraments are, and
how necessary they are for your
souls welfare. He will teach you what
you must avoid, and what virtues you
must practice to save your soul. He
will enlighten your mind on the cere-
monies and devotions of the Catholic
Church. He is prepared to answer all
difficulties. The more frank you are
with him in this matter, the more he
is pleased.
"'And then what will he do? Will
he presume upon friendship so as to
force me into the Catholic Church ?
Not at all. That would be marring
a grand work already well begun. He
respects your free will more than
ever by the explicit question: Are
you willing?' If you are, be prepared
to make a profession of faith"
In this connection we call attention
to a booklet, How to Become a Cath
olic," published by the Paulist Press,
100 West Sixth Street, New York. 1t
is a guide-book for every avenue,
street, lane and bypath, from the first
handshake with the priest, through
the instruction, baptism, first confes-
sion and communion, even to the
Sacrament of Confirmation. 1t was
written by Father George M. Searle,
C. S. p, himself a distinguished con-
vert and convert-maker, as we'll as an
accomplished theological scholar.
1t is, as far as we know, the only
book of the kind, and it should be
placed in the hands of every convert.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-13

about the Holy Name societies and
the i-blasphemy campaign through
out the country. If you are a Catho-
lie why do you use such language as
you have just used? | don't think the
Catholic Church has a good defender
in you"
The only answer was, well, /
know ought not to use such
language. l forgot myself. / was
provoked"
1t was a terrible "trip-up," and a
we'll merited one.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-13
HOW TO BECOME A CATHOLIC.

Not the least of the difficulties of
conversion is the strangeness of the
process itself preparation and recep-
ton. What must / do" asks the
earnest seeker after truth, IF | would
join that Church, whose spell of light
and truth is now upon me?" what
ordeal may be awaiting rms?2YIfs How
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-06-13
External Magnificence.

How many glorious professions,
with the sun upon their banners, are
now winding their way round the
squares of mighty cities, through the
flower-strewn streets of Christian viii
lagos, through the antique cloisters OF
the glorious cathedral or through the
grounds of the devout seminary, where
the various colours of the faces and
the different languages of the people
are only so many fresh tokens of the
unity of that faith which they are all
exultingly protesting in the single
voice of the magnificent ritual of
Rome! Upon how many affairs OF
various architecture, amid sweet
flowers and starry lights, amid clouds
of humble incense and the tumult OF
thrilling song, before thousands OF
PROSTATE worshippers, is the Blessed
Sacrament raised for exposition, or
taken down for benediction! And how
many blessed acts of faith and love, of
triumph and of reparation, do not each
of these things surely represent! The
world over, the summer air is filled
with the voice of song. The gardens
are shorn of their fairest blossoms to
be flung beneath the feet of the Sa-
Ornamental God. The steeples are reel
ing with clang of bells; the cannon
are booming in the gorges of the
Andes and the Apennines; the ships
of the harbours are painting the bays
of the sea with their show of gaudy
flags: the pomp of royal or republican
armies salutes the King of kings. The
Pope on his throne and the school
girl in her village, clustered nuns and
seuuestered hermits, bishops and
dignitaries and preachers, emperors
and kings and princes, all are en-
crossed today with the Blessed Sa-
crament. Cities are illuminated; the
dwelling of men are alive with exul-
tation. Joy so abounds that men re-
ioice they know not why, and their
Joy oyerfiows on sad hearts, ana on
the poor and the imprisoned and the
wandering and the orphaned, and the
homesick exiles. All the millions OF
souls that belong to the royal family
and spiritual lineage of St. Peter are
today engaged more or less with the
Blessed Sacrament; so that the whole
Church Militant is thrilling with glad
emotion, like the tremulous rocking OF
the mighty sea. Sin seems forgotten;
tears even of rapture rather than OF
penance. 1t is like the souls first day
in heaven; or as if earth itself were
passing into heaven, as it we'll might
do, for sheer JOY of the Blessed
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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1914-10-06

OuG Was d uLLle OlQ lazy WIFI Sill
very hair. She wasn't at all pretty
and probably never had been pretty,
but the hOmelest face is often at
tractive by the look of contentment
it wears, and she was a contented
little old lady.
Beside her was quite a tall, thin,
MISUNDERSTANDING man, also with
silveTy hair, and the two of them sat
and commented on the things in the
elevated train that interested them.
He called her attention to a girl
who was wearing a very queer hat
on her very pretty hair. She called
his attention to two little girls of IA
and Is who were enjoying themselves
hugely by eating caramels.
Finally she shivered little as she
sat beside the open window and
heard him ask her: Are you cold,
MAJ" and she answered Just a lit
tie" WhereUpOn he insisted that she
change places with him, so that he
would be by the window and she
would sit by the aisle.
And as 1 studied the pretty picture
they made of the happiness of two
people whose lives are melted to-
gether, there came to me in disagree
able contrast another picture, a pic
ture l had seen the day before in the
court where nOn-cOntested divorce
cases are now heard.
l had listened to eight of these
cases in an hour. Seven were women |
who charged desertion and one was
a man who said his wife had left him
because she would not live near his |
mother and his business required that |
he live there.
And the contrasting picture made |
me wonder if the little lady with sill |
very hair. and the man who called |
her ma" were not very much to be |
admired that they had reached the |
dOwn-gTade of years with such SPLEEN
did comaradeTie between them, while |
The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1914-10-06

bands Of other women had been I'M
able to keep their wives.
If you sit in the divorce court just
a little while and listen to the stories
you begin to marvel how any mar
rage is successful. Marriage is the
business of gaining and keeping hap
piness, but the partners so often give
to it the very worst of themselves
the while they are reseTVing the best
for the business of making money,
and the business of getting happi-
ness goes bankrupt.
In the business of making money a
man or a woman must take the very
best of themselves. They must be
cheerful when worry lies heaviest on
their hearts. They smile where is the
greatest cause to frOwn. They are
Obliging when they realize there will
be no appreciation. They are toler-
ant when they feel most intolerant.
But the strange part of it all is that
they are and do these things simply
that they may make money to en-
able them to win and keep happiness,
and yet when they start in the hap
piness business they take all and
every one of the disagreeable quail
ties they would not dare take into the
business of money getting.
Haven't you ever visited the home
of some married friends and had
every little moment of your visit
spoiled by some trifing quarrel over
some trifing thing that in business
would never have been noticed, and
yet in marriage reaches the place
where the wife cries and the hus-
band picks up his hat and walks out
of the house?
And haven't you said to yourself
afterward: 81 wonder how long they
think they can go on like this? I
wonder how long they think they will
keep happiness if they do not give
even tolerance?" And you weren't
at all S11rDriSnd after aWhi1n J1yhnn
The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1914-10-06

EIGHT DIVORCE CASES HOUR SEEM PROVE THAT BUSINESS
OF KEEPING HAPPINESS Is POORLY MANAGED
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-06-21

MEETING OF THE
NAOMI REBEkAH LODGE.
The Naomi Rebekah Lodge will
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-06-21
GOLDEN WEDDING. 4
o . . Q o o o q o O O . q o q I

Cohen, who viii celebrate their Golden
Wedding June goth, 1910
They were golden days in the long
ago,
When a youth and fair maiden were
wed:
Heart bound unto heart and hand
within hand,
Together life's pathway to tread
They were sunny days with fair
clear sky,
For the young take no thought of
the rain,
Which into each Iffe some day must
Each heart must know sorrow and
pain
There were days, perchance. when the
the skies were grey
And the clouds hung heavy and low,
But the lining was silver for those
two hearts,
Bound together for veal and for
woe
They were days of joy when the sweet
A mothers crown on her head and
brow;
The days that have passed tho full of
bliss,
Pale before their happiness now.
They were busy days as the years
flew by
But burdens were lightened by love:
Each little one taken to God in prayer,
And taught about heaven above.
There We're happy days as the chill
dren grew,
BrimfuI of love was the dear home
nest.
Sheltered, protected by fathers arm,
Resting safely on mothers breast
There were days of sadness and yet
of joy,
When The wedding bells pea1ed loud
and clear;
So hard to leave home and love ones
behind.
To part from those who are dear.
There were quiet days as the years
rolled on.
Fragrant. rich. with memories of
With each passing hour. each moment
of time,
Drawing nearer the Golden Shore.
These are Golden Days Of a brighter
hue.
Than fancy points. or tongue has
Gflded by love. pure, tender enduring
A love strong as in days of old.
May the Golden Days be brimful OF
pleasure,
Your cup running over with joy and
with love.
Heart bound to heart, hands clasped
together,
Together on earth and together
above
Mrs Ira. &. Andrews.
1905 East jackson Street.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-06-21
"MY CONSCIENCE"

Sometimes my conscience says, says
he:
Don't you know me?'
And says, says I, scairt through and
through:
"Of course I do
You are a nice chap, every way. I'm
here to say.
You make me cry, you make me pray.
And all them good things. that away,
That is all right.
Where do you stay, during the day %
And then my conscience says, onct
more:
You know me, sure
oh. yes" says I. atremblln' faint,
You're Just a saint
Your ways Is all SO wholly right,
I love you better every night
You come around
TIL plain daylight
When YOU are out OF sight"
And then my conscience sort of grits
His teeth and spits
On his two hands, and grabs. OF
course.
Some old remorse,
And beats me with the Dig butt end
O. that thing till my Closest friend
I'd hardly know me
Now says he, be careful as you'd
orto be.
And allus think Of me"
James whitconb Riley
The Century.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-06-21
TO SPEND THE
SUM M Err ABROAD,

Mrs. Sallie Cawthon Of the Florida
State Woman's College at Tallahas-
see, has many friends and relatives in
Pensacola. interested in all that con-
Germs her. who will learn with much
pleasure Of a delightful trip she is en-
Joying this summer. Mrs. Cawthon
will spend the next six months abroad
travelling with Miss Eliza beth Koka-
not of Texas.
They will make the northern tour
by way of Cristiana, Norway. and will
visit Russia, and later will go to
Southern Europe, also visiting Great
Britain before their return.
Mrs. Cawthon spent last summer
delightfully."- IN Europe with a party of
friends which included in it's person
mel Jean Webster, the clever young
author Of that charming little story,
| Daddy Long Legs"
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-06-21
GUESTS OF
MRS LANDRUM.

Mrs. F. G. Horton Of Mobile. and
two children, and Miss Lonnie Ian
drum are guests of Mrs. Mary Ian
drum and family on North Barcelona
street.
Miss Landrum is one OF the faculty
Of Lander College, Greenwood S. c..
where she has been teaching for sew
erai years most successfully.
Both Mrs Horton and Miss Ian
drum E$Ve many friends in Pensa-
cola, who are sincerely glad to greet
them, and are extending to them many
COurtesie
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-06-21
GUESTS OF THE
MISSES FRIEDMAN.

Among the ATTRACTIVE VISITING girls
who will add to the charm Of the
Abrams. who is the guest of Miss Mi
RAM Friedman, daughter of Mr.. and
Mrs. A. S. Friedman. and Miss Ma
belle Abrams. who Is visiting Miss
Gertrude Friedman.
Miss Miriam Friedman has just re-
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-06-21
DUTCH SUPPER FOR
CAMPBELL-PFEIFFER
WEDDING PARTY,

Among the bright events Of the
week was the pretty courtesy ten
dered the Campbell Pfeiffer wedding
party by Miss Mary HilIburn, which
took the form OF a Dutch Supper.
Among those who enjoyed the hos
pitality of Miss Hillburn were Misses
Katie Hartman, Edna KirchofTer, Ev-
elyn Hartford, Ethel Yates. Miss VIII
helnli, the guests of honor. Miss Julia
Pfeiffer and Mr.. Harvey Campbell
and Messrs. Walter Campbell, VIII
Pfeiffer and A b Carter.