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The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
OLDEST MUSIC.

The oldest music of the world is
the chant of the Church-the chant
which she uplifts week after week.
year after year, century after CEN
fury, in every cline and nation amid
white men, black men,, red men,
bronze men, yellow men; under arctic
darkness and under the equatorial
blaze, in metropolis and in hamlet, in
narrow shrine and in vast basilica. 1t
is in the self-same strain that the
eager young priest in French Canada,
the bearded missionary in Tibet, and
the silver-haired Pontiff in Rome must
all alike chant, "Sursum Corda' and
"Vere Dignum," and "Pater Noster.''
-. Yet, while the chant is the Oldest
Of surviving music it is also the
youngest. tits old not in the sense
that Gothic armour and Roman coins
and Egyptian urns are old. It is old,
like the sea and the mountains and
the stars and the sun and the moon.
1t is old without being old-fashioned.
1t is old in nothing but years, for it's
heart is a fountain of beautiful and
eternal youth. h
Ernest OldnleadoD
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
SAYING WHAT you THINK.

Whether we are to say what we
think, or not, depends entirely on
what our thoughts are and how they
will affect others. There are some
thoughts it is a sin to hide. The peo-
pie who smother a good thought be-
cause they are afraid of being mis-
understood or laughed at, take upon
themselves a dangerous responsibility.
To conceal a kind thought is some
thing for which there is no excuse.
There are other thoughts which it
is pity to allow to get beyond your
own brain. 1t is unfortunate indeed
to have them, but at least you can
resolve that they shall never get out
side of their birthplace If you think
this world is a dreary, dismal place,
what is the good Of saying so? II
morbid, angry thoughts have taken
possession Of you, stamp them out as
you would breed of snakes.
Be brave enough to speak the
thought which should be spoken, nc
matter whether it's likely to be pop
ular or not. And be strong enough
to hold in leash the thought which
If it should escape, would work harm
to others. .......
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06

soul! He would be seen quite often.
gazing wistfully at the coveted Ma
donna The Italian singer longed to
possess the artistic image; he wanted
it at all hazards. Yet his oft-re-
peated requests met with stern re-
fusal; his fair propositions to pay for
the rich treasure in cold cash were
fatty rejected Gambarelli's whose
soul yearned for that rare and eX-
.quisitei piece of art. Finally, moved
by so many and earnest entreaties,
the good Jesuit Fathers decided 20
make a present to the devout opera
singer The. much coveted image~tof
our Lady of Guadalupe was given to
Signore. Gambarelli.
On his way back to Italy a furious
storm broke out in mid-ocean. The
craft in which the Italian singer
made his voyage came very near SUI
fering shipwreck Thinking that his
end was imminent, Signore Gambia
relli took the Madonna to the deck
and exposed it to the fury of the
storm. Then falling on his knees,
and clinging to the image and press,
ing it to his heart, he made sol
emn promise to the Blessed Virgin
that if his life were spared he would
dedicate the rest of his life to her
service at the altar Whereupon the
storm subsidized, and soon the danger
was gone.
Upon arriving in sunny Italy Sig
more Gambarelli kissed the shore OF
his native land, and at the same time
poured out his heart in loving thank
fulness to God and to His Blessed
Mother for the signal benefit received
Then he betook himself to the semi
nary, went through the regular course
Of studies, and finally was ordained
priest. After that he built the
shrine of Guadalupe at Albani, and
true to his word, he fulfilled all his
promises, devoting the rest Of his
days to the service of God at the al
tar. Federico Gambarelli, the opera
singer, the celebrated tenor, is nov
| Monsignor Gambarelli. AS the con
summation of his desires, the aget
| Monsignor has succeeded in haVinE
the Vicar of Christ place a COLDER
| diadem on the fair brow of tn
Mother of Tepeiac, the Queen of Mex
leo, Our Lady Of Guadalupe. "a
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
A MARlST FATHERS EXPERT
ENcE.

In the course OF a sermon at mis-
sion conducted recently by the Marist
Fathers at st. Josephs Church, Well
lington, New Zealand Father Aims
worth said that the life of almost
every priest was full of incidents, and
he proceeded to relate an incident of
his early days in the priesthood to
illustrate the subject of his sermon
the Mass. He was attached The said
to the parish of TIE Arc, which in
those days included St Mary's, st.
Joseph's, and ST. Anne's The greater
part of his duties was in the care of
souls in the Wellington Hospital.
One day he proceeded from the pres
bytery on his bicycle to pay a visit
to a parishioner in NewtoWn He
cycled along, and suddenly found him,
self at the hospital He thought to
himself that he must have been
dreaming, as he had no intention of
visiting the hospital, but @as he had
reached there it occurred to him that
he might as we'll take an opportunity
OF seeing the secretary on a matter
he desired to discuss with him. He
went to the secretarys Office, but
found that official out which was
most unusual On inquiring as to the
secretary's whereabouts, he was di7
fected to one of the wards While
there he saw a case. being brought in.
Going over to investigate, he found
fbn i,
SO he determined to stay in case the
man was a Catholic and desired the
consultations of our holy religion in his
last moments. When the patient was
placed in the ward Father Ainsworth
went over to the bedside and found he
bore a. name fyWhich was Enthusiastically
Catholic, but the card over his bed in
Dictated that he progressed no religion.
One fofi, the rules of the hospital is
that no. clergyman is to approach a
patient other than of his own demon
ination, on religious matters. Record
ed as having no religion, therefore,
the priest, entertaining a suspicion
that the patient was a Catholics spoke
to the man, but received a very hos
tile reception. The priests presence
seemed to irritate the man, and he
gave expression to some of the vilest
language it was possible for man to
use. Persevering, however, the priest
at last got the man into more rea-
sonable frame of mind, and he admit
ted that he was brought up al Catholic
but had given up the practice of his
religion. The poor fellow was filled
with despair, but&after much exhorta-
ton, he at last consented to make his
confession, Father Ainsworth i'm
mediately left to procure the essen.
tions, and arrived in time to admins
ter the last Sacranents.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
AN EASILY ACQUIRED HABIT

Have you gotten into the habit of
constantly complaining about tribes?
Ii you have you are in fair way to
ruin many of your chances OF success.
1t is fact that is being constantly
demonstrated that we get very much
what we look for, and if you are con-
stantly complaining you will be more
than apt to always find something to
complain about.
Perhaps there is no habit in the
world which so easily grows upon one
as the habit of complaint. If one
choose to look for trouble, from the
time one rises in the morning until
one goes to bed at night, one may find
innumerable things over which to fuss.
Often our troubles are entirely
imaginary and sometimes they are
very real, but in either event it does
not help matters in the least to be
constantly talking about them and
finding fault because we cannot have
things run always in perfectly
smooth groove.
For, just as the constant dropping
of water will wear away stone, sc
| the constant irritation of the mind
over small, inconsequent things, will
serve to undermine character; and the
strength of the nation is established
on the characters of the women as
we'll as the men who compose it.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
HOLY WATER IN THE HOME.

1t is much to be regretted that the
salutary power and exceedingly great
efficacy Of sacramentals, that is arti-
cles which are blessed by the Church.
are often so little known and valued.
Among these is holy water. If all
Catholics realized the efficacy and
power holy water possesses for soul
and body providing it be used with
faith and devotion, every dwelling
would have its holy water fonts; they
would not be dry as is often the case,
but would be kept we'll supplied with
the blessed water, so beneficial for
ourselves, and for the poor souls in
Purgatory.
But whence has holy water its great
efficacy and power? From the pray
Crs of the Church. AS often as the
priest blesses water, he does SO not
in his own name, but in the name of
the Church, the spouse of Christ.
whose representative He is. Our Lord
always accepts the prayers of the
Church with complacency and is ever
ready to grant the petition, providing
The person himself places no obstacle
in the way, and what is asked is for
his spiritual welfare.
Therefore, if a Christian takes holy
water, and sprinkles a drop Of it on
himself, or on another person, the
prayers of the Church uttered by the
priest in the blessing of the water,
ascend TO heaven each time and draw
down graces and blessings for soul
and body, upon all that are sprinkled
with the blessed water. 1t dispels the
power Of the evil spirits, and for this
reason Christians commonly. use the
saying, He hates this orsthat as the
devil does holy water Thousands
of instances could be enumerated
showing the terrible fear the evil one
has of holy water.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
OLD IRISH PROVERBS.

The rare jewel is the most priced.
A blind man is no Judge of colOrs.
When the cat is out the mice dance.
Even a fool has luck.
A mouth of ivy, a heart Of holly.
The historians food is truth.
There is often anger in laugh.
A good dress often hides a deceiver.
Fame is more lasting than life.
A foolish word is folly.
Lay up in time.
Mild to the meek.
Cat after kind
Hope consoles the prosecuted.
The satisfied forget the hungry.
Long sleep renders a child inert.
Hurry without haste.
1t is difficult to tame the proud.
Idleness is the desire of fool.
Look before you leap.
He who is out, his supper cOols.
The memory of an old child is long
Everything is revealed by time.
A cat can look at a king.
ID. Learning, is the desire of the wise
Character is better than wealth.
Without treasure, without friends
A hungry man is angry. ...
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
HE WAS A MAN.

He thought, he planned-and he
worked He never believed that any
thing was too unimportant not to do
light and well. He was always look
ing ahead.
He was willing to go through pow
2rty and hardship. He didn't mind
the lack of applause. He understood
the meaning Of obscurity. He had
figured out, in terms of his own ideals,
the cost of winning,t And he was
willing to go without the friendship
Of those who saw not his worth He
did not mind unjust criticism
He always came up smiling. He
never crossed a bridge until, he got
20 it-and then if the bridge had been
washed away--he swan across!
He was tolerant. He could see
other peoples viewpoint He respect
I'd old age. He was kind to the poor
and to little children. There was
something about him that never re-
)elled, but that drew even the dumb
animals to him. -.s.s.> F.,
He was broad-minded. He could see
both sides. He had no time for other
peoples business but he always had
time for other peoples needs. You
see, he had love ranch of thousands
and thousands of acres in his heart,
and he was willing that anybody
should camp there
He was religious. He often prayed,
because he believed in prayer. He
lived in a world OF feeling. There
fore he was very sensitive, and felt,
as the most sensitized instrument,
every touch of hurt or of kindness.
He was clean in mind And he had
his own ideas about being a good
fellow Those who knew shim, always
liked him
r He. made mistakes, for he was i'm
mensely human. But he didn't brood.
He raised smiles on his love ranch
in his heart. +
Now, who was this 'IIe?" Well,
I'll tell you who he was He was "a
MAN! ~
George Matthew adams
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
THE CHILDREN'S HOUR.
TRADES or LITTLE ANIMALS.

Bees are geometricians. The cells
are constructed so that with the least
quantity of material they have the
largest spaces and least possible loss
of interstice The mole is meter
eologist Eels are electricians. The
nautilus is a navigator; he raises and
lowers his sails, casts and weighs an
Choir, and performs other nautical acts.
Whole tribes of birds are musicians.
The beaver is an architect, builder,
and good cutter; he cuts down trees
and erects houses and dams. The
marmot is civil engineer; lie not
only builds houses, but constructs
:aqueducts and drains to keep them
dry. The white ants maintain a reg
ular army of soldiers. Wasps are pa
per. manufacturers. Caterpillars are
silk spinners. The squirrel is fer
ryman with chip ora piece of bark
for boat and his tail for a sail he
crosses the stream Dogs, wolves,
jackals, and many others are hunters.
The monkey is a rope-dancer. The
black bear and the heron are fisher
men, and the busy ants are regular
day laborers.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
THE STORY OF THE LITTLE BIRD
AN OLD IRISH TALE.

Many years ago there was very
he was kneeling at his prayers in the
garden. of his monastery, when he
heard little bird singing in one of
the rose trees of the garden, and there
was never anything that he had heard
in the world half SO sweet as the song
of that bird
And the holy man rose up from his
knees where he was kneeling at his
prayers to listen to its song, for he
felt as if he would never be tired of
listening to the sweet song.
And the little bird, after singing for
some time longer on the rose tree,
flew away to a grove at some distance
from the monastery, and the holy man
followed it, to listen to it's singing for.
he, felt as if he would never be tired
of listening to the sweet song.
And the little bird after that went
away to another distant tree, and sang
there for while, and then to another
tree, and so on in the same manner,
but ever further and further from the
monastery, and the holy man still fol-
lowing it. farther and farther and far
ther, still listening, delighted to its
enchanting song.
| But at last he was obliged to give
up, as it was growing late in the day,
and he returned to the monastery;
and as he approached it, in the even
ing, the sun was setting in the West,
with all the most heavenly 'colors that
were ever seen in the world, and when.
he came to the monastery, it was
|nightfall.
And he was most surprised at every
thing he saw, for there were all strange
faces about him in the monastery,
that he had never seen before, and
The very place itself, and everything
about it, seemed to be strangely al
tered; and altogether, it seemed en-
|tirely different, from what it was when
he had left in the morning; and the
garden was not like the garden where
he had been kneeling at his devotion
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
THE SMALLEST SOLDIER OF
THEM ALL.

Mignon was her name. She was a
small, fuzzy haired little dog with
round black eyes and restless tail.
She could walk on her hind legs and
shake hands and do other cunning
tricks. And now she was a soldier OF
France.
She had left a very pleasant home
in the country, where she was the pet
of the whole household, to come to
this training camp for dogs, behind the
fighting line. Her new master was a
kind soldier in blue who spent much
of his time patiently teaching her
new tricks.
First, she had to get used to the
noise of the big guns. Then she must
learn to crouch to the ground or hide
in a deep hole when shell screamed.
Most important of all, she had to be
taught to go swiftly from one place to
another with a message in a little
Douch which was tied around her
neck.
One morning, before daybreak, as
little Mignon was dreaming pleasant
ly she heard her masters voice call
ing: Come, Mignon. You and | must
fight this day for France.
With a glad cry, she sprang up and
followed him as his regiment marched
to the firing line. The battle was
terrible. but she never left her mas
ters side.
At last the word came that the Ger
man guns had destroyed the French
telephone wires Unless the French
commander could get a message to his
men on the other side of the field, the
battle would be lost.
This is easy" said Mignon's mas
ter, as he patted her head. Here is
a brave little messenger"
When the pouch with the message.
,Mignon's master whispered in her
ear: go, little Mignon. | know you
will not fail "a Have. | not taught you
myself? Go. You fight for France."
Off she darted. The soldiers
watched her run swiftly for few.
yards and then crouch as a shell ex-
fploded overhead. Once they thought
she had been killed by a German gun,
but when the smoke lifted they saw
her far in the distance, lodging and
running forward At last she arrived
safely with the precious message.
The day was won for France.
Later, Mignon's regiment was par
raded before the great general to be
honored for bravery. And Mignon was
there. She, too, received a Gross of
War Fer said the soldiers, IF it
had not been for Mignon we could not
have won.'
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06

when he first heard the singing of the
little bird.
And while he was wondering at all
he saw, one of the monks came up to
him and the holy man questioned
him: Brother, what is the cause of
all these changes that have taken
place since the morning."
And the monk seemed to wonder |
greatly at his question, and asked |
him what he meant by the change
since morning? for, sure, there was
no change; all was just as before!
And he said:
Brother, why do you ask these
strange questions, and what is your
name? for you wear the habit of our
order though we have never seen you
before. 4#e..sl.
The holy man told his name, and
| said that he had been at Mass in the
| chapel in the morning, and that he had
wandered away from the garden lis
/ tening to the song of little bird.
| And the brother while he was
speaking, gazed at him very earnestly
and told him there was in the monas-
terry a tradition of a brother of his
name, who had left it two hundred
years before, but that what was be-
come of him was never known.
And while he was speaking, the holy
man said: my hour of death is
come; blessed be the name of the
Lord for all His mercies to me,
through the merits of His only begot-
ten Son. And he kneeled down that
very moment, and said: Brother
take my confession, for my soul is
departing" ..
And he made his confession, re
ceived his absolution, and was an
i nointed, and died.
The little bird, you see, was an
angel, one of the cherubim or sera
phim; and that was the way the AL
mighty was pleased to take to Him
self the soul Of that holy man.
T. E. Croker
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06

Rejecting on the remarkable man.
ner in which this man was converted,
the priest asked him whether he had
continued some practice of his holy re-
ligion. The man replied that he had
not practiced his religion for years.
He then requested Father Ainsworth
to- take charge of letter which he
had received few days before from
his aged mother in Ireland, and to ac-
quaint her of his death. The letter
was from an anxious mother who
hoped her son was regular in the per
Torrance of his religious duties. She
had had tshe, wrote) the Holy Sacri-
fee of the Mass offered up for him
that he would not die without Gods
priest to administer the last Sacra-
ments, and to die happy death. The
end came, the penitent dying with the
priest holding his hand.
Father Ainsworth wrote to the
mother in ireland conveying the news
| of her. sons death, and informed hel
that owing to the Holy Sacrifice OF the
Mass offered up for his happy death
he had died fortified by all the rite:
| of Holy Church People might sa.
that this episode of his (the speakers
| life was coincidence, but his devia
| ton unconsciously from the road h
set out for, and subsequent happen
/ ings at the hospital, were something
more than a coincidence. 1t was un
doubtedly the guiding hand of Divin
Providence in response to the moth
er's offer of the Holy Sacrifice in ia
|away Ireland for the spiritual welfar
of her son. ...
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1919-12-06
A TOUCHING STORY.

Our Holy Father, rope Benedict
XIV recently crowned at the Vatican
the celebrated image of our Lady of
Guadalupe Yenerated at Albani. Italy,
in a shrine built in her honor The
story Of the shrine and its image
reads like a poem, and is. no less fas-
cinating than the most charming and
aoul-thrilIing work of fiction.
Some thirty years ago the famous
opera-singer tho well-known tenor,
Signore Federico Gambarelli, being in
Mexico on a concert tour, visited the
college of the Jesuit Fathers at Pue-
bla. These Fathers had a beautiful
statue of our Lady of Guadalupe in
their church adjoining the College
When Signore Gambarelli first saw
the image, its beauty suddenly i'm
pressed his deeply sensitive Latin