The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1914-05-14

each fellow inmate as we gathered
to do honor to mans very best
friend" in the prison chapel today.
Immediately after breakfast Catho-
lie Mass was celebrated in the chap
ell hall, by Chaplain Rev. Father
Corcoran. At the closing of Mass
the prison orchestra, in mixed un-
forms of dark gray, with duck coats
entered and took their places on the
orchestra platform. The process
sional march, Il Love The Ladies"
from the Overture by VonSuppe was
struck up, and the inmates began
fling in for general services. In
two lines, at the right and left of
the hall. over five hundred men
marched in and entered the pews-
all the inmates of the old prison not
detained by sickness or institutional
duties. On each mans coat shone
the white carnation emblematic of
Mother Love. On each mans face
shone higher light and a greater
tribute even tnan this.
The services were opened by the
orchestra rendering very beautiful
selection Light Cavalry" At it's
close the chaplain entered and an
noupced the hymn, Peal Out The
Watchword," which the congrega-
tion sang, standing. The chaplain
performed the opening exercises of
the Catholic service, reading a chap
ter from The Immortality of the
SOUP which was listened to atten-
lively. Followed superb rendition
of the beautiful Poet And Peasant"
Overture, by the orchestra, and
prayer, the reading of the lesson for
the day and the Scriptures by the
chaplain.
Appropriate Sermon
In his sermon Father Corcoran
spoke from the text: Every Good
Gift, and Every Perfect Gift is From
Above" st. James LII. Enlarging
Oh the great gift of Gods Love TO
man, the chaplain compared to it
the love of mother for her chill
dren, and said: 1T is a beautiful
thought, fine thought, my friends,
to do honor to your mothers today.
But remember it is not only by
wearing a flower in her honor.
Make up your minds today that this
influence shall last in your lives,
| that you will do what is right
and good so that your mothers. if
living, shall beproud of you, and if
dead, shall look down from their
everlasting home above and know
that their influence and memory and
love have helped you." Following
out this beautiful comparison, Faith
er Corcoran drew a picture of the
perfect gift of Gods Love to man,
all powerful, all-embracing, all-for-
giving, and then another picture of
the Mother Love which through sor-
row and separation and disgrace,
even the deepest disgrace to her
child and herself, remains ever true.
In closing Father Corcoran made an
eloquent and forceful appeal to his
hearers to accept this perfect gift Of
Gods Love, moving the men deeply
by the simple sincerity of his words.
For closing hymn the congrega.
tion sang, Take it to the Lord in
Prayer" with the sweet strains of
which so many mothers have hushed
their babes to sleep.
As occasional march the orches-
ira played, 1.-The Whip from the
Won Suppe Overture, and the men
returned to their cells, many a one
with a newly strengthened resolve
to become, as the years pass by,
more and more worthy to pay SINH
lar tributes to the great Loves
that give him being, that guide and
support him through all his trials
and sorrows in spite of all his way
ward deeds and actions THE Love
of God to His creatures, and the
Mother-Love.
Drill was announced promptly at
1910 a. m. and for forty minutes the
men, drawn up in military forma-
tion, performed the usual maneuvers
in the prison yard. In columns of
fours, with their white carnations
set out vividly against the dark grey
of their military uniforms, erect,
lines straight. in perfect step with
the prison band stationed in the hos
pital annex and playing the popular
marches of the day. the drilling was
an impressive sight. But more far
far more impressive was the express
sion on each face.
Reader, be you of those, the Bit
terest scoffers and critic of the eff
forts being made both by and for us,
the men within the walls, you could
not but have changed your attitude