The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1922-09-23

me? liz he has reached down and
clothed me with the plentitude of the
priesthood, He will give me the graces
that VIII enable me to do His work as
He would have me do il. /. If He has
made me one of the chief shepherds
OF His flock, He will direct my steps
and assist me in the pasture confided
10 me. He will say to me as He said
to Moses of old: Fear not. I will he
IN thy mouth and will teach thee what
thou shalt speak, When like Jere-
mlas, | protest that I am child and
cannot face the multitude the Lord
viii not fail to relieve my embarrass-
ment. Say not: I am a child for
thou shalt go to all that | shall send
thee; and whatsoever shall command
thee, thou shalt speak. Be not afraid
OF their presence; for I am with thee
to deliver thee, saith the Lord" Ger.
17-8.)
Then my dear friends, am pleased
beyond measure that my field of labor
is In the golden west To me that
part OF our great country has always
mad strong attraction. It has always
stood in my mind as land of promise
and have always been impressed
with the type of men and women that
1t nurtures and develops They seem
to possess breadth of vision and a
freshness of viewpoint that are not
always characteristic of those who
dwell in more thickly populated GEN.
ters. They seem closer to nature and
to manifest frankness and simplic.
lty that are not always patent in
localities where men crowd each other.
There is more than a suggestion of
truth in the lines of the poet In which
he makes known to us how we may
discern the boundary lines of the west:
Out where the handclasp's a little
stronger,
Out where the smile dwells a little
longer,
That's where the West begins:
Out where the sun is little brighter,
Where the SHOWS that fall are a trife
whittier,
Where the bonds of home are wee
bit tighter,
That's where the West begins.
Out where the skies are trife bluer,
Out where the friendships a little
truer,
Out where fresher breeze is blow.
ing,
Where there's laughter in every
streamlet flowing,
Where there's more of reaping and
less of sowing,
That's where the West begins.
Out where the world is in the making,
Where fewer hearts in despair are
aching,
That's where the West begins:
Where there's more of singing and
less of signing,
Where there's more of giving and less
of buying,
And a man makes friends without half
trying
That's where the West begins.
Today, then, in taking leave of you
want you to know that bid you fare
well with heart overfowing with
love and affection. The memories that
carry away with me are SO tender
and abiding that they will lose none
of their freshness as the years go ON.
AT the same time, am anxious to
meet my new friends. BY that which
is common to you both your Faith and
theirs, am sure I will find the same
consolation in working for them that
now makes it difficult for me to say
good bye" to you.
Newspaper Worker.
Bishop Mahoney evidently never
| forgets that he began work as news,
paper worker, or to bemore accurate,
| telegraph operator, although he did
| work as reporter. In a reminiscent
| vein he reminded The Troy Record
| representative that for several years
in that city and Albany it was his
daily task to take over the wire and
| decode The Associated Press report.
| He was on the staff of Troy daily for
some time.
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