Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 25 Then, with glance of lofty sidler, He remarked I was an idler, And that idlers must be punished, шараш al they sin no more. Down the corridor I pounded While the very walls resounded Till at last, in grief unbounded, I had reached the Prefect’s door, Bowed, disheartened to the core, Only this—yet something more. Then, the pleasant meeting ended, I returned, with palms extended, To the cloak-room’s hallowed precincts, hidden by the shielding door, Bent in deep, avowed contrition, I assumed a pained position. To my chum s’ request “How many? I responded “Merely four,” Only this, and nothing more. —A. McGOVERN, '24 Arras Viewed from various angles HAMBERS’S Concise Gazetteer of the World (1895).—Arras, the capital of the French department of Pas-de-Calais, on the navigable Scarpe, 120 miles N. of Paris, A fortress of the first rank, it has a cathedral (1755-1833) and a beautiful Gothic hótel-de- ville (1510), whose belfry, 246 feet high, was rebuilt in 1835. There are manufacturers subsequently of Artois. It did not finally become French till 1640. Robespierre was anative. Pop. (1891) 25,701. ж жож Carlyle's French Revolution, book V, chap. 3, “Destruction,” January, 1794.— Representative Lebon, at Arras, dashes his of lace, hosiery, beet-sugar, etc.; and its tapestry was formerly so famous that in England the name arras was given to all such hangings. Arras was the capital of the Celtic Atrebates (whence the name), and sword into the blood flowing from the Guillotine; exclaims, “Ноу I like it! Mothers, they say, by his orders, have to stand by while the Guillotine devours their children: a band of music is stationed near,

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THE HAVEN Parody on “The Raven” Once upon an endless Monday, As I pondered on the Sunday, With its pleasures and its sweetness that had lately gone before. As I sat in dreams abounding Came a din, acute resounding, As of some one softly pounding, pounding on the class-room floor, Only this, and nothing more. “What,” thought I, “сап be this thund'ring That disturbs and leaves me wond'ring? And I fell in deep reflection, thinking of the day before, Sensing not, amid my dreaming, | That the sound so full of meaning | Had developed from a knocking, till the sound a meaning bore, Only this—and nothing more. Then from out the dreamy distance Came a voice with stern insistence, And I strove in mad endeavour to dispel it from. my ears; Till at last, in recognition, I deduced that worn rendition, “Do the seventh proposition! and my eyes filled up with tears Mid the laughter of my peers. How my sleep I did deplore, Only this, and nothing more. Then real consciousness came faster, And I saw it was the Master Who was calling me for Euclid; and in truth I was so stupid. Through the hazy light before me I beheld him charging toward me And I cried ‘‘Dormivi Pater, while my troubled brain grew hotter; Then I moved my weary feet, Towards the entrance (as was meet) | And I saw that he was “sore,” | Only this and nothing more.

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26 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW and, at the fall of every head, strikes up its “Са ira. —In Book VII, chap. 5, of the same work Carlyle writes: Revolutionary Tribunal has done; but vengeance has not done. Representative Lebon, after long struggling, is handed over in 1795 to the ordinary Law Courts, and by them guillo- tined. жож Histoire Religieuse de la Révolution Fran- çaise, by Pierre de La Gorce, vol. 3 (1918, second edition in the same year), page 424. — (Translation) Even under the heel of the Terror many noble undertakings continue. They continue even in the places where Jacobin tyranny is exercised with the greatest rigor. Such—to mention but one of very many cities—is the case at Arras, bowed under the yoke of Lebon. No city could have had a better excuse for yielding to fear; hence the suggestiveness of this example. Yet, at the very time when proscription is getting more severe, Jesus is served there in His poor brethren with a systematic and tranquil intrepidity. The Daughters of Charity long ago established there one of their earliest foundations. St. Vincent de Paul said to them when they were leaving Paris for Arras: ''You are going to a people that serves God well and is very charitable. ” The people, the real people, has not changed, neither have the Sisters. It is the autumn of 1793. They keep up all their good works: the dispensary, the house-to-house visitation of the poor, the free school; they have kept the poor-box at their front door, and it is filled as usual. Lebon had already come once to Arras; he reappears there on November the first. Then the Sisters doff their uniform, but without abdicating in any other way. On the 23rd of November the district decides that their house shall be called The House of Humanity. They obey in silence; meanwhile they are tolerated because the powers that be need them; and they themselves are too fond of the poor to forsake them unless forced to do so. Not till the beginning of 1794 do most of the Sisters leave; there remain only four who will soon be arrested and finally immolated. They have rivals in the holy women, the valiant young girls who, in spite of the danger, are discouraged neither in their piety nor in their charity. The Catholics have long believed or feigned to believe in religious liberty and have even bought back a church to worship in. Аз to liberty they are now disillusioned, but they cannot make up their minds to hide. ` In that city a woman of bright mind and warm heart has gathered her neighbors into a sort of masonic group of piety and charity. She is the widow of an honorary chevalier in the late council of Artois. Her name is Madame Bataille. She is the protectress, and, if need be, the hostess of persecuted priests. In her house have taken place the functions of worship, and in particular, as late as June 20, 1793, a religious marriage. She is wealthy, but her wealth is merely a deposit entrusted to her hands. To her personal largess she adds the fruit of the collections she organizes. For collections are still taken up, and, as in days of yore, for the love of God. Call on her in her residence in the Saint-Jean-en-Ronville quar- ter. She is sitting at a table with a register in which she enters in one column what she receives and in the other what she dis- tributes. She is so completely absorbed in that distribution of assistance that she for- gets the persecutors. Meanwhile she re- members that among the poor are the priests especially the priests who have taken refuge in the Low Countries, and she manages to send her alms to those distant places. Thus does religious life subsist, with its practices, its generosity, its pious audacity. But please do not hasten, seeing such a woman at liberty, to believe in toleration. Soon she will be arrested; and on the 14th of April, 1794, at an audience which has remained famous in Artois, she will be condemned to death with nineteen other culprits, fourteen women and five men, all accomplices of hers, all guilty of faith and charity. ж ж The undersigned veteran, who was for four years at the front. Не enlisted in the Second Canadian Contingent, which sailed in June, 1915, and he entered Arras with his company in March, 1918. Our troops there were under direct fire during March and April of that year. It will be remem- bered that, though the Germans never suc- ceeded in entering Arras, they shelled it